Chapter 7

I do not own anything you recognize from Marvel or Harry Potter.

Sorry the update is short and poorly edited, but I'm glad it's something.

Since this is basically an AU, I want to clear some things up. Bellatrix and the rest of the purebloods have Muggle records. All of things that don't match up with Harry Potter are like that for some reason because I made them that way. So I appreciate all the 'correction feedback' but I know what I'm doing and I'm not an idiot. Thanks loves! ;)

Oh, and the car and phone part: the general idea was taken from Season 1: Episode 1 of 'Sherlock' on BBC so just a heads up if it sounds familiar, and I don't own it.

And all OCs in here are mine. ;)

Awakening to a stiff back and neck, Harry groaned as his eyes opened to bright sunlight. He probably could of kept on sleeping, but like an alarm-clock, the bright red telephone booth nearest him had been ringing for the past ten minutes. Figuring he might as well get back on the move, he sat up and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. His oversized jeans and dark blue shirt were well-wrinkled, yet still contained his suitcase in his front pocket. Passersby eyed him, but he took no notice as he was used to it, seeing as he was famous Harry Potter.

As he walked along in the congested, pandemonium of a busy London street, Harry contemplated his situation. Not only was he pretty much homeless, he was running away from some fancy agency on his tail. And the Ministry probably wasn't too happy with him either. But he needed three things if we wanted to stay hidden: nutrition, Muggle money, and a good ally.

He could try risking a visit to Gringotts to acquire some pounds, but that was just the thing - risking. What if some Ministry official was in Diagon Alley? He would easily be caught and his entire plan would be screwed up. Well, who was he kidding? He didn't have a plan. Except one thing: just keep moving.

And that's what he did. Walking, walking, walking through the sidewalk crowds, carefully dodging his way around. But it took him less than twenty minutes to realize an unusual pattern; every time he walked pass a telephone booth, the phone would ring. It was as if someone was watching his every step, waiting for him to make his play.

The next time it occurred, he stood there facing it, occasionally getting bumped by urgent men and women. Taking a brief glance around, making sure no one else was going to answer it, he stepped inside and picked up the phone.

"Er...hello?" he asked nervously.

"Look around you," a man's voice, with an American accent, answered. "There are security cameras on the buildings opposite to you, and to your left and right. Do you see them?"

Harry's eyes searched, until he located the correct cameras. "Yes."

"A little hint, from me of course. When you're on the run, don't try hiding in plain sight. It just doesn't work too well."

"Excuse me, but who is this?"

"Ah, Mr. Potter, being straightforward is not really my section of expertise. However, I would like you to get into the car, I'll make that clear to you."

As if perfectly on cue, a black Acura pulled up to the curb.

"What if I don't want to get into the car?" Harry's hand shook as he held the phone.

"I'm someone who has the power to make your life hell in a matter of seconds. I wouldn't test me."

With that, Harry hung up and stepped out of the booth. A man in a business suit held open the door and like a robot, Harry entered the Acura.

Inside, the was a woman in the backseat with him, and two men occupying the front. Harry sat awkwardly with his hands in his lap.

"Hello...?" he said it in a questionably way.

"Hi," the woman, also with an American accent, answered with a tiny smile. She was a light brunette, with stunning blue eyes, full lips, and an hourglass figure. She was wearing a dark-grey, tight-fitting uniform with a type of combat boots.

"Um, could you tell me where I was going?"

"Not exactly. But you should know London well enough. What's your guess on where we're going?"

"No idea. I don't really get out much," Harry gazed out the window, avoiding eye contact. "But, who are you?"

"I'm Agent Katheryn Hill."

"I'm Harry."

"I'm aware."

"Okay," Harry exhaled a deep, shaky breath.

"Really? That nervous?"

"Um, no," once again, Harry avoiding eye contact.

"You shouldn't be. We have no desire to kill you Harry. We just want you on our side."

Harry didn't say anything. He just stared out the window, and let his hands quiver in between his legs.

"When are we getting lunch?"

"CAN YOU STOP THINKING ABOUT FOOD?"

"I wonder if there's shawarma here... Is there even a British Taco Tree?"

"ANTHONY STARK!"

"But seriously, that is a valid question. I know there's Denny's in Canada, but really do they even have In-N-Out here?"

"NO PROBABLY NOT! SHUT UP!"

"Don't have In-N-Out? What kind of country is this?"

"One that's not based on milkshakes and cheeseburgers!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Oh what, am I wrong?"

"He does have a point. That's pretty much an American trait."

"I need to get out of this damn car."

"You're the one who wrecked the motorcycle!"

"CEASE YOUR BICKERING, MORTALS!"

Tension was rising in the small car containing five superheroes. Tony was perfectly happy ticking people off from his perch above. Thankfully, a phone call paused the arguing. Natasha's cell buzzed and rang, and she dug it out of one of her many pockets.

"It's Fury. Everyone stop being naïve," she hissed as she answered. "Yes, Director? Yes ... Yeah, we're still just driving around London ... Tony's up top ... What?! ... You found him?! ... Wait how? ... Oh, classic! ... Yeah, yeah we'll come ... Over and out."

"Is there news?" Thor questioned.

"They have Harry."

Dobby was invisible to the Muggle eye, which was rather helpful as he ran after his desired targets. Well, actually, his master's targets. All he needed was a red light, and a little black magic. And then he took his opportunity.

"So what's the address?" Tony waited above the highway as the car was parked at a stop.

"345 C Krita-" Natasha didn't get a chance to finish her sentence.

In a split second, all of Tony's warning lights appeared. "WHOA! WHOA!" he yelled. "JAARRRVIIISSS!" But there was no response as his suit lost power. The thrusters failed, and he felt himself starting to fall onto the filled streets. Thor and Cap jumped out of the car. Cap slid over a few hoods and Thor took flight. Thor caught the Iron Man about one second before he made contact with solid asphault. Cap had stopped the oncoming traffic by leaping in front of the stream of cars with his shield in front of him. Behind them, smoke started to arise from the hood of the Acura. The remaining Avengers quickly exited and started running towards Thor, Steve, and Tony. It was a good thing too, because as they reached their fellow heroes, the car caught on fire.