A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. My muse ran away with my plot bunnies and sold them off to an evil scientist who, after experimenting on them, was willing to return them for a price. The price being my sanity….so yeah gotta love that!

Quick overview of review dealios – Yes a fourteen year old is normally too large to carry on a hip, Harry's creature inheritance combined with the starvation/small living space has kept him tiny. I realize he is acting like a child – he is one. I'm entirely basing this fourteen year old off of my fourteen year old cousin Jake with a little of his younger brother mixed in. The only difference is Harry was abused, rescued, and can now act like a child, whereas my cousins did not suffer in this manner – their parents are awesome. I'm 5'7" and a female and I can hold my 14 year old cousin on my hip. Some kids are just smaller by nature.

I actually really love Sirius, and have no idea why I killed him off. It just happened. I will be pairing Remus with someone in the future. It has already been decided who, I just won't tell any of you.

Yes, fourteen is young. I never said anything about it not being a platonic relationship until he is older. No hanky panky will occur before he is sixteen or seventeen – undecided about which…

So on with the story now….

Warnings: Mention of child abuse. Will be slash! Death. Denial. Sexual encounters. Maybe underage stuffs. Might be crappy plot (apologies). Um might add more later on….

AND AGAIN: X-Over between Avengers and Harry Potter; I shall semi stick to the plots. But I let my imagination take charge when I'm writing so no promises.

Chapter 3: Why Must You Be So Tall?

We arrived at the airport at five the following morning. Our flight would be leaving in two hours. Thankfully Papa had already packed all of our things and my trunk never even made it to my room to be unpacked. If I had had to pack we would not have made it anywhere until noon. As it was I was draped across my Papa's lap, drowsy and drooping back off to Morpheus. Papa didn't mind, he let me sleep.

"Flight 497 to LA/Ontario International bordering. First class please begin heading to the terminal entrance. Have your tickets and passports ready and in hand." Came across the intercom.

I shot up from Papa's lap. "Come on Papa, we're First class and that's our flight. Do you have our tickets? Can I hold my passport? How long will the flight be? Can I have the window seat? Where is my jacket?"

Papa laughed. "Slow down Pup. Here is your jacket." He reached under my chair pulling out the tattered leather jacket, it had been Dad's. It was giant on me. "No, I'll hold onto your passport. Who knows where you'd end up leaving it. The tickets are in my pocket. The flight is 14, almost 15, hours long. We have to stop in Seattle, Washington for our connecting flight. Yes you can have the window seat. Now come on. Stay next to me." Papa marched me over to the terminal entrance. He handed over both our tickets and passports.

The lady smiled down at me. Fourteen and still tiny! I grumbled. I could hear the echo of Snark's laughter. "Go on through. Have a great time! Hope to see you back soon."

"Not likely, but thank you. We will probably stay and live there." Papa placed his hand on the small of my back and led me onto the plane. I plopped down onto the window seat chattering away in my head to Protector, and ignoring Snark for laughing at me. I loved Protector's archaic way of speaking.

The flight started out great. I loved the takeoff. My face was plastered to the window. About twenty minutes into the flight it lost its charm. About four hours in Protector and Snark got boring and Papa was reading, boring as well. About seven hours in the flight attendant tried to poison me with the stuff she tried to pass off as food. The taste was ghastly.

Great now I sound like Malfoy…Three more hours after the failed murder attempt by the fake blonde bimbo the sun was beginning to set. The pretty colors of the sunset appeased me for a while as I pulled out my sketch book and colored pencils. But it didn't last long. Hour ten was just miserable because of how close I knew we were to landing in Seattle, yet how far. Papa was quite annoyed with me.

Finally we landed in Seattle, only to my extreme distaste we got RIGHT BACK ON ANOTHER FLIGHT! I felt like crying from boredom and exhaustion. My body was wound too tightly to fall asleep but it still felt the exhaustion. I forced myself to read a few information packets Papa had gotten me on California. I spent the rest of the second leg of the flight circling where I wanted to go and what I wanted to see.

When we landed in Ontario International I was at the point where I wanted to sing praises to Mother Magic and kiss the ground beneath me. I resisted, but just barely. Following my Papa out of the airport he led us over to a Jeep Wrangler Unlimited. Both Papa and Dad had gotten their licenses last summer. I bounced into the vehicle happily.

Then I thought of something. "Papa how long do we have to drive?"

He sighed tiredly. "Three, almost four, hours Cub. Please, just try to sleep."

"I can't Papa. Protector and Snark are already there, in Grover Beach. I'm too excited."

He nodded, got out of the vehicle and went to his bags. Fishing out a potions vial he came back and hopped in. He handed me the vial. "Drink. It's Dreamless Sleep. You need rest before you meet your Doms."

He used his 'no nonsense, don't fight me' voice. I grumbled but obediently downed the horrid liquid. I was out cold within minutes.

~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~

"He's adorable Goldilocks. And he's all ours." A warm hand came to rest on my head, ruffling me hair. I grumbled, pulling away from the offending hand. I didn't want to wake up.

"That he is Man of Iron!" Came a booming voice that terrified me into wakefulness.

I sat up and looked around confused. Where was I? Where was Papa? Who are these two? I stared wide eyed at the giant tan blonde and the smaller, but just as fit brunette with a glowing chest. "Why does your chest glow?" I blurted, before slapping a hand over my mouth and turning bright red.

The deep chocolate brown eyes sparkled in amusement. "It's alright Cheru. I don't mind you asking." He pulled up his red tee showing of a silver circle with a ball of blue light. "This is what keeps me alive. This device protects my heart from metal pieces that are embedded in my chest."

My eyes couldn't get any bigger with how wide they were. "Will you be ok? And why did you call me Cheru? Only Sna…" I gasped. "Snark? Protector?" I looked back and forth between the two men.

"That is right small one. I am Protector." The tall blonde stood proudly beaming down at me.

"And I'm Snark. Now Cheru. Remember how I thought the name you gave me was hilarious?" I nodded. "Well my real name is Anthony – call me Tony – Stark. So you were just one letter off from my real last name. And this big guy in the cape is Thor, Thor Odinson."

I gasped, recognizing the name. How could I not? We learned Norse lore as witches and wizards. They are our gods. "Like the god?" I whispered, amazed.

"Not like the god. He is the god." Tony stated as he plopped down on the couch beside me. "Your Pops went to get food to stock the fridge and asked that we watch over you while he was gone. Course he didn't need to ask, I'd never have left a little cutie like you all on your lonesome."

My cheeks flamed. But even though I was overly embarrassed I couldn't ignore the urge to crawl into his lap and nuzzle his chest – his blue ball of light. His arms automatically wrapped around my small childlike body, holding me to him.

"How do you know of the gods' young one?" Thor boomed.

I bowed my head respectfully. "I am one of the magic children, a wizard. We are raised to praise and revere the Norse gods'." I smiled shyly up at him. "You and Loki are my favorite."

"My brother and I are the best." Thor nods in agreement. "Of course don't tell my father that. He likes to think himself the King." He winked at me.

Soft giggles escaped me. "He is the King silly."

Thor's booming laughter vibrated and shook the entire room. Tony's own chuckles reverberated pleasantly down my spine.

"Cub I'm home!" Papa's voice suddenly rang out over our laughter. A door closed in the distance. I shot off of Tony and bounced off in the direction of my Papa.

"Papa have you met them? My Doms are the best. Tony has a glowing chest thingy that keeps him alive and Thor is a god, THE god of thunder! And he knows Loki. Think he'll let me meet him? What's for dinner? I like Thor's laugh, and Tony's lap is comfortable. More than yours. I might have to snuggle with him more. Can we make cookies?" I chattered excitedly as I wandered the house until I found the kitchen, Thor and Tony following behind in amusement.

Papa looked up amused as I entered the kitchen. "Shall I answer now or do you have more you'd like to add?"

I scrunched up my nose in thought for a moment before shaking my head. "Nope" I stated popping the 'p'. "I'm ready for answers. Jumping atop a stool I sat waiting, looking at him expectantly.

He rolled his eyes and grinned good-naturedly. "Yes I met your Doms. I wouldn't have left you here on your own if I hadn't grilled them first." I gave him a horrified look and looked at my Doms worriedly.

"We are fine young one." Thor assured while Tony just grinned, jumping onto the stool next to mine.

"You'll have to ask Thor if he'll let you meet his brother. I think I should be offended that you find someone else more comfortable but I will comfort myself with the thoughts that it's probably your creature side talking. And it's biased. We are having roast turkey with herb apple stuffing and mash potatoes and snap peas as sides. No we won't be making cookies tonight. I didn't think to grab stuff for them. I'll take you to the store tomorrow, so make a list of everything you want. Now are you going to help me with dinner?"

Disappointed about the lack of cookie ingredients but excited at the prospect of cooking dinner with Papa I jumped from my stool, nodding eagerly.

"Have your Doms go do something else Cub. Can't have them crowding the kitchen while we work, can we?"

Thor was behind me. I turned to give him a kiss on the cheek before I shooed both him and Tony from the kitchen. I came level with his stomach. I pouted, glaring up at the big man. "Kneel down!" I demanded imperiously. "Why must you be so tall?" grumbling, I tugged the giant down, closer to my level. He smiled indulgently at me, kneeling before me. I leaned in and gave him a quick peck – on the lips instead of the cheek like I'd planned. He deserved a reward for obeying me. "Now shoo. Both of you." I made shooing hand gestures while looking at Tony.

"How come he gets a kiss and I don't?" Tony complained as he followed Thor out.

"Because you got to snuggle with our young one already Man of Iron. Besides I am the better looking one." Thor grinned at Tony before taking off with Tony in hot pursuit.

"Papa?"

"Yes Cub?"

"They are going to be a lot of work aren't they?"

"They are Cub. Good luck."

Sighing I turned to help Papa with dinner, the first time in a while ignoring all thoughts of Snark and Protector. I also did my best to ignore the crashes and yelling from outside the house.