The idea for this chapter was requested by: BeautifulAngel

Chapter Seven: The Birds and the Bees

-Eight Years Old-

The Avengers had different reactions to when Tony and Pepper told them that Harry was a wizard and their unexpected visit with Dumbledore(Tony and Pepper still hadn't told Harry, and under no circumstances were they allowed to tell him.)

Natasha and Clint didn't even bat an eye after the whole aliens fiasco the fact that supernatural creatures exited was like the norm for them.

Bruce wanted to test some of Harry's DNA and had a swell ol' time studying it.

Thor had basically boomed out that he had, had a feeling and that he had suddenly developed a sixth sense (not likely, Tony had told him.)

Loki just smirked at them, that annoying I-told-you-so expression dancing in his green eyes along with his superior know it all look. Tony didn't know what was more annoying that look or the fact that Loki had every right to wear that look on his villain face.

"Daddy, can I ask you a question?" Harry asked one morning tugging on the sleeve of Tony's suit. It was summer vacation so the Avengers took turns babysitting Harry in the mornings.

Tony nodded. "Sure kiddo, what do you want to know? Engineering? Machinery? Physics?"

Clint snorted while Pepper tried to prevent Thor from using the whole can of jam on his toast.

Harry shook his head. "No, Daddy where do babies come from?"

Natasha stifled a laugh.

Bruce smirked behind his newspaper.

Steve blushed four different kinds of red.

Clint got his phone ready to take a picture of Tony's stunned face.

Pepper raised an eyebrow, wondering how Mr. Playboy was going to explain this to an eight year old boy.

Thor and Loki apparently didn't looked as shocked or amused as everyone did. Apparently it was ok for eight year old to ask to discuss the glorious details of sex at the breakfast table. The bastards.

"Well, um that's an interesting question," he didn't noticed that he had accidentally spilled his coffee all over the kitchen table. "Well people. . .two people that love each other very much. . .or if they don't that's ok, too, they um-"

"That's your explanation?" Clint burst out laughing. "I can't believe that you can explain the whole concept of robotic engineering yet you can't answer the simple question, where do babies come from?"

"Hey, my dad never gave it to me and I turned out perfectly fine."

"Reckless, billionaire playboy." Natasha mumbled.

"I heard that." Tony called back as he pointed a finger at Bruce. "Besides Bruce is the doctor, not me. He should give him the explanation."

Bruce froze in his seat. "I'm not really qualified to-"

"Why do you hesitate so much to tell Harry about procreating?" Loki asked generally curious. "It's one of the simplest tasks there is."

"DO YOU WANT TO DISCUSS IT WITH HIM?"

Loki smirked at him and shrugged, but didn't comment on it.

"If you want I could explain to Harry the miracle of childbirth." Thor offered. "I could even bring some scrolls that are use to teach children back in Asgard-"

"NO!" Tony shouted. He did not want the big buff Asgardian god to tell his son about sex. "Pepper, Romanoff you're next."

"Actually." Natasha corrected. "We have a meeting with Fury. Coming Barton?"

Clint nodded as he quickly followed Natasha, apparently not wanting to be dragged in this mess as well.

"Pepper?" he asked hopefully.

"He asked you, not me."

"Why can't anyone tell me yet?" Harry stomped his foot impatiently. He looked up hopefully at Steve. "Uncle Steve, can you tell me?"

Steve blushed darker and started mumbling something that nobody could understand.

"Let's not give Uncle Steve a heart attack," Tony mused as he pulled Harry away. "His Daddy probably hasn't even given him the talk yet."

"Uncle Loki?"

Loki looked up. He was the one in charge of babysitting this morning. "Yes?"

Harry pouted. "Can you please tell me where babies come from, please? Nobody will tell me."

Loki paused. Asgardians were very liberal with the education their children received concerning mating. He honestly didn't know what the big deal was.

"So will you please tell me?" Harry begged. "How are babies made?"

Apparently Migardians were more conservative when it came to sex education that Asgardians were. And he had a feeling that Tony would kick him to the curb if he gave Harry the information that apparently was forbidden in this house.

"Well, you see. . .

"Daddy, Daddy!" Harry raced to greet Tony that evening after he came home from work.

"Hey, Kiddo." he said as he embraced him into a hug. "How was your day?"

"Great, Daddy Uncle Loki already told me how babies are made." Harry said. "So you don't have to tell me anymore."

Tony felt his heart racing and his pulse rising. "Whatever he said to you is not true, Harry. Don't believe what he said about the penis and the vagina, it's not true, it's a lie, a myth-"

"What are you talking about Daddy?" he squinted. "Uncle Loki just told me that Daddies have little fishes inside them and then when the Daddy and Mommy want a baby the Daddy gives it to the Mommy and the Mommy puts it in her little pond and then a baby grows inside her tummy."

"That's all?" he said his voice dropping. He couldn't help but feel disappointed, one, because then he would have a reason to kick Loki out of the tower once and for all and two, well then he wouldn't have to explain was the daddy "fishes" and the mommy's "pond" really were.

Harry nodded. "Why was that so hard to explain, Daddy?"

"Yes, Tony." Loki suddenly appeared walking into the living room. "What was so hard about explaining that? You know you shouldn't use such vulgar terms around the child."

Tony scowled at Loki. "Shut up. This is all your fault."

-End of Chapter Seven-