A few days later, Harry and Tony met again, in Tonys' apartment in London. Both of them were sitting in very comfortable and expensive couches. The rest of the apartment looked just as expensive – Harry wasn't really surprised, just confused over why he would need such expensive furniture for an apartment he barely used.
"So, what is your decision?" Tony asked. "You've met the gang. They already know who you are and what you can do. Of course you'll still be going solo – but we'll contact you when your help is needed – and vice versa. Even if you're bit too young, but we've made an exception for you."
Harry didn't hesitate for a second. "A bit of backup wouldn't hurt."
Tony smirked. "No, it wouldn't."
He poured himself and Harry a glass of wine. "Your aunt, she probably would kill me if she found out I let you drink. But who the hell cares? Technically you're old enough – in your world anyway."
He handed Harry his glass and they had a toast.
Tony smiled. "Welcome to the Avengers, Spider-Man".