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Deep Fried Candy Bars

Harry grimaced while sitting in his cell, glaring at anyone who passed by the glass wall confining him inside. He had been in this suffocating jail both feeling like a specimen trapped in an upside down collins tumbler for anyone to see, Harry honestly wanted out but no… A bald man wearing an eye-patch labelled him as a dangerous entity after he caused an explosion when subjected to various muggle medical scanners. It was not Harry's fault if a wizard's magic didn't complement whatever muggles use for their electronics. Anyhow, the director saw it fit to contain him in this glassware and Teddy away from him.

Twelve hours ago, a sandy-haired man and his wife approached his desk at the hotel. Unfortunately for the wizard, the couple saw his nephew's metamorphmagus ability and demanded him and the child to come with them. Harry had debated with himself if following them was the right option, however, now that he ended up labelled and confined like a criminal, Harry fumed and silently cursed the two – now identified as agents Barton and Romanoff.

His wand was safely hidden at his hotel room but he was still a wizard, a damn good one, he could easily apparate from any point of this building and seek his nephew with a point-me charm, but he couldn't do that without risking his already charred reputation. He could get killed for all he know especially when this secret organization of spies and master assassins would likely hunt him down similar as to how reporters, journalists and aurors would, except, of course, with a different intent. However, Harry wasn't afraid of them – he was beyond terrified for his nephew's wellbeing.

Oh, Harry can already imagine Teddy crying for him.

What would happen if they found out Teddy's magic? Harry thought but he immediately banished it, not wanting to think about the worse possible scenarios. Instead, he occupied himself by observing his surroundings. So far, he was in a heavily secured room locked inside a glass prison with three cameras following him. And Harry knew everyone, particularly the director, was monitoring his movements.

Harry may appear composed and indifferent, but that was only his occlumency shields at work, inside was there was raging Hungarian Horntail demanding to see its drake. His magic couldn't sense the child, and Harry suspected it was these muggle technologies preventing him. After all, during his stay at Hogwarts, he heard how machines easily combust or explode as a reaction for their magic. He may be currently angry at this organization, but he didn't want their institution burned to ashes.

His musings were put to a stop when agent Barton sauntered in the room, going towards a panel full of buttons. The agent seemed tired, with his hunched shoulders and weary features, but Harry couldn't bring himself to care when the doors of his prison cells whizzed open. Why would someone release him without questioning him first? Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion, uncertain about the spy's actions. From what he learned in the wizarding world, he must always be at constant vigilance, and he had Moody to thank for that.

"So… James Evans," Barton started, and Harry refrained from frowning at the cynical tone the agent used upon addressing him. Barton then gestured for Harry to come with him and said, "I bet you're hungry? Hope you like meatballs and spaghetti. We're going at the cafeteria before I take you to director Fury. That okay?"

Harry dismissed his question but followed Barton nonetheless, "Where's Teddy? How's he?"

Apart from giving us the silent treatment? I'd say he's okay, although a bit grumpy for your absence." Barton said with an air of indifference but kept walking, leading the wizard to the dining hall for late dinner.

"You didn't answer my first question." Harry pointedly said, but Barton just shrugged saying how Harry will know and get there soon.

Inside the cafeteria, people were whispering and some were eyeing him strangely. Agents wearing similar outfits sat at metallic table benches having conversations about what happened to who – Harry didn't really bother listening no matter how it sound informative. His stomach rumbled at the lack of food, and Harry knew Barton heard it as the latter led him to the nearest vacant table.

"Have a seat. I'll get you something besides what trash they serve here." His companion said and Harry complied with a nod. He didn't have to wait that long when Barton came holding trays of fruits and meat.

"Here you go." He said, placing the wizard's supposed dinner down, "Those meatballs doesn't look like meatballs at all so I got you nuggets. Ever had those at Britain?"

"How did you know I'm from England?"

Barton shrugged at his question and said, "Your British accent is a great giveaway."

"Oh." Harry muttered. Living in America for five years made him tone down his accent a bit, enough for him not to be confused as a foreigner, but it seemed that trained agents could still pick it up.

"So." Barton started, digging in with his dinner. And Harry raised a delicate eyebrow repeating what the agent said.

"So…?"

"We were monitoring your child at the med bay a few hours ago." Barton said keeping it casual, but it brought Harry to straighten up. "And we saw some interesting shape shifting abilities."

Harry glared at him and hissed menacingly, "If anything happens to my nephew, I swear to any deities out there, I'll burn this to the ground."

"Woah. Easy there. After what you did at the other side of the med bay, our doctors were kind of afraid what will happen if they did the same to the kid. Our director was content observing from afar, watching your nephew's hair and eye change colours from different shades of blue."

Harry remained passive, his glare diminishing a little as he listened to the agent. "I'm kind of interested what else you could do except for making something explode." Harry was the cause of the explosion, true, but it wasn't intended. He had no idea how his magic would react with the machines but based from what happened – it seemed that he did a wandless Bombarda charm. Many have seen what he did back there and from the looks he gathered, some were believing how he was a human experiment or something close to that. The idea made him groan inwardly.

So much for staying incognito.

"I guess that's all I could do." Harry said, taking a bite of his dinner.

"You guess?" Barton said, eyeing him with akin to doubt, and Harry knew that kind of visage. It was the type where one assesses someone according to their expression and words. It certainly didn't help the fact that the man before him was a spy – a trained manipulator. If Barton was a wizard, he'll be using legilimens right now to gain information from him.

But he wasn't.

Raising his mental shields in return, Harry erased all emotions from his face which could detect his lies. "When I was a child, I was so lazy rising up from my bed to turn the lights off. And sometimes I would eye the switch concentrating my hardest to turn it off with just a stare only for it to happen. After that, I tried summoning a fork during breakfast but I had no control it. It zoomed towards me and I thank my lucky stars I manage to duck in time."

Barton didn't raise a question. He didn't nothing but stare at Harry incredulously like he had grown another head. So Harry continued, "I eventually stopped doing that to avoid any accidents lest my relatives would think of me as a freak of nature." Well, the Dursleys hated anything not considered normal and ever since Dumbledore placed him under his beloved family's care, he was seen as a freak and nothing more. Maybe, except for…burden?

"Huh." Barton grunted, "So your power is innate?"

Harry nodded and said, "As far as I know."

"Well we have no way of knowing if you keep blowing up our equipment."

Eyes narrowing, Harry looked at the agent in displeasure, "I don't want needles inside me. Or me inside your scanners." It was not about his hate for hospitals which made hide a grimace. His time at the infirmary was a lesson for him to realize how medical care is very important whatever your reasons are. However, the thought of collecting and studying his blood brought him to his nerves.

It was a short moment for Harry to realize something wrong. Teddy's accidental magic only arises when he was under extreme emotion, like what happened at the wedding. If these agents and doctors tried something horrifying to the child, who knew what magic occurred. Statue of Secrecy be damned, Harry wasn't going to let anyone harm his nephew.

Harry glared at the sandy-haired agent and said lowly, "Take me to Teddy."

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"Kid. You've to eat something, you wouldn't want to starve yourself now would you?" Steve said, almost pleadingly. He got the boy spaghetti, a chocolate bar and coke, but still refusing any food given. Director Fury said he must take precaution when approaching the boy because apparently the kid he was dealing with was not normal in any sense. Sure, this kid had out of this world ability, but apart from that, Teddy was a like any child missing his guardian.

Teddy, the kid he had the delight to 'babysit', sniffed. If there was anything he hated more than bullies, it was children crying. Steve was almost on the verge of standing up to lead Teddy to his uncle but the door hissed open alerting them of a visitor.

A lean, raven haired man entered with Clint following. This guy must've been the same guy Fury was complaining about regarding the costs what he had done. Out of the corner of his eyes, Steve saw Teddy starting to cry in relief. His temporary charge then wasted no more time running towards his uncle for a hug.

"Hey there Ted." The man said, carrying Teddy and begun patting his back to lessen his cries.

Steve was about to say a greeting of some sorts, albeit awkwardly but the lights begun to flickered. That does not usually happen at the SHIELD headquarters, but before he or Clint could even say something strange, the electricity broke sending the whole place under the dark.

"Uh… I'm sorry?"

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Silvermane1: I didn't know there's a magical government in America. Sorry.

MexicanMariachi: Sounds more like a type of dance haha!

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