Chapter 2
Stark and Clint were arguing. Over cars.
"The average 0-60 for the typical Acura S.H.I.E.L.D. uses is 7 seconds."
"You're kidding, right? My old Audi R8 e-tron goes 0-60 in 4.8 seconds."
"Top speed?"
"124 mph."
"Really, guys?" Agent Romanoff rolled her eyes.
"Nobody has answered my question as why we are staked-out in a bush," announced Clint.
Sure enough, hiding in the Dursleys's shrubs, was the not-so-casually-dressed King of Asguard, the 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan', two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in their issued attire, a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist in his gold and titanium armor, and a gamma-expert/doctor who was becoming quite uncomfortable sitting on dirt in one of his best suits.
"Because Mr. George Washington told us too," hissed Bruce.
"Quiet. I may hear something," ordered Captain Rogers.
"That's promising," Stark whispered under his breath.
Across the yard, someone was hiding in another bush. Because at that moment, two bright, rather round and large bright green eyes stared straight right at the Avengers.
"What is it?" asked Natasha, as she pulled out a gun from her waist belt.
"I volunteer Rogers as tribute!" exclaimed Stark.
"Keep it down," Steve lowered Nat's gun and pushed Tony's helmet down so he face-planted into wet dirt.
"Thank you, Steve," said Stark in-between spitting dirt out of his mouth. "I always wanted to taste that particular square-foot of garden soil."
"Should we go after it?" Thor questioned.
"Do any of you know what it might be?" Steve said quietly.
All of them shook their heads for 'No'. But during that brief conversation, the wondering eyes were gone.
Inside Number 4 of Privet Drive, the day had been the typical for young Harry Potter, except it was his birthday. However, nobody but him paid it the slightest attention. His twelfth birthday had started when Aunt Petunia rapped sharply on his wooden door so he could awaken as to make the Dursleys breakfast. At the table it was announced that today was 'the big business opportunity for Vernon at the dinner party tonight'. It was also made clear that Harry was supposed to be silently up in his room pretending that he didn't exist as the gathering was taking place. Then, he was set to work: trimming the garden, painting the chipped bench...anything typical for your garden guy. During all of his chores Dudley waddled behind him eating ice cream, doing absolutely nothing productive. Harry's only laugh was when he freaked his fat brother out pretending to set a bush on fire with magic. And the Dursleys almost believed him. Because scrawny, short, messed-up-hair Harry Potter was a wizard. He went to a wizarding school with wizard friends, but for the duration of summer, he was forced to being treated like a personal slave to his aunt's family. And unless he was at Hogwarts, it was always going to be that way.
Before he knew it, Harry was being rushed to his bedroom after a quick, pathetic dinner of two slices of bread and a chunk of cheese.
Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe, slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on his bed.
The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
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