Harry James Potter is having a nightmare.

Flashes of green light and glances of that horrible face, that horrible snake-like face of, of, of him, images of a red headed family, but another pair were shown after that, the twins were always in his side. Then, those horrible "best friends", and Sirius falling through the veil, Fred's happy frozen face, the Deathly Hallows sign, Dementors, and, and… his eyes. He saw his eyes, and they were hollow, not that bright emerald green. The twins' eyes came next, followed by his father's, Sirius's, Remus's, Tonks's, Teddy's and finally, his mother's.

He woke up screaming. He fell off his bed, and realized he was in his apartment. Harry sighed, tears trickling down his face. And suddenly, he felt vulnerable, and cold. He grabbed his blanket, scrambled to his bed, and covered his whole body with the sheets. He trembled as those images haunted him, and he fell asleep again, this time, not their eyes, but their voices.

Several hours ago…

Natasha found Fury frowning.

"Yes, I found the information we need. He truly is worth S.H.E.I.L.D."

He handed the manila folder to Natasha. Natasha looked at the files.

Name: Evans James Lupin Black

Age: 27

Occupation: Chef

Then there was a picture clipped to that note. Then Natasha looked at the other files.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Intel: This man knows and perfects martial arts, is a very good chef and can take down seven robbers with himself wielding a frying pan in one minute.

Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Agent Romanoff, you must spy on this Evans, he is a mystery. I don't like mysteries."

And now, Natasha found herself spying in this Evans. He seemed like a pretty normal human to her. Five minutes later, Natasha noticed him thrashing in his sleep, and when she slipped her binoculars on, she found out that he was sweating. Two minutes later, he screamed. He fell off his bed, and looked around. He slowly clambered back on his bed, covering his whole body with his sheets. Okay, so, there is another thing they should add to his files: Haves freakish nightmares. Natasha grinned. She had a plan.

Harry Potter was cooking breakfast. He was cooking eggs and bacon, toast and he was baking pancakes. He heard the doorbell. He walked to the door and opened it. There was a woman there.

"Hey, I'm Natasha, can I come in? I'm new here and I don't have a place to stay," she said.

"Sure," said Harry, wondering why she chose his house of all house. "Why'd you choose my house?" he added.

"Um, because I smelled pancakes, and there my favorite," she admitted.

Harry grinned. "I'm Evans, nice to see you. You could get the guest room, here," he said, piling a plate with five strips of bacon, one egg and some pancakes. "Dig in,"

"Thank you," Natasha said gratefully. "Look, I'm really sorry if I'm causing you a burden,"

"No problem," said Harry.

Natasha started with the pancakes first. Harry chuckled as he saw Natasha gobble them up. He ate his own plate.

Okay, so this man is very generous and kind, and is really a good chef. The pancakes were basically the best pancakes Natasha has ever eaten. She couldn't resist.

"Did you make these yourself?" she asked.

"Yes," said Evans.

"These are amazing!" she said.

"I have a restaurant you know. Evan's England Buffet. I came from England, so I made these the England way." said Evans.

"Explains the accent," she replied. "When did you learn to cook so well?"

"Um, maybe when I was three? No, no four. Yup, when I was four," he shrugged. Natasha's jaw dropped.

"When you were four?" she said in disbelief.

"Yes," Harry said quietly. "Now, at noon, do you want to feast in my restaurant as a guest? Free of all charges. Everybody who is working there gets to bring a guest whenever they want," said Evans.

Natasha stared at him. "But, but this food is s-so g-good, and you, you invite m-me, to eat there without payment?"

"Yes," answered Evans. "Even though I barely know you."

Natasha looked away from him. She hadn't realized her heart was thumping when those green eyes met hers. She forgot all heart thumping when she smelled that taste of breakfast. Was she…? No, she can't be falling for him.

"Do you have any friends?" Natasha asked.

"I have only one, alive. His twin died, so I'm left alone. My four real friends were reduced to one, and that friend has lost his twin, and he's never going to be the same again. I do have hope for him, though, that one day, he'll get over with it."

Natasha noted what to put in the profile: Haves freakish nightmares, is kind and generous, and has a terrible past.

"Lupin, Tonks, Fred and George." he said quietly.

Natasha sighed. She walked over to Evans and hugged him. Evans was startled, but hugged her back. He was soft and warm, so comforting.

"Tell me about your past," said Natasha.

Evans sighed. "My parents were slaughtered by a murderer, and I was spared. I was sent to live in with my last relatives, my Aunt, Uncle and cousin. They treated me like dirt, but I'm okay with it. If I do something wrong, they'll beat me up. But, when I was eleven, I got a letter inviting me to a Boarding School. I thought I had friends there, but when I was seventeen, when I graduated, I was framed by a criminal and was sent to live in prison for ten years. George, one of the twins, the one who didn't die, kept on saying I was innocent. But my friends, they didn't back me up. Only him, and I could just imagine Fred, the other twin shouting back, if he was still alive. They could have shouted along with my Godfater, Lupin and Tonks with my parents, but my so called friends, they left me. Now, they found that criminal and that criminal admitted all the crimes he did. And that's when they found out that I was innocent, but it was too late to change that. I've spent my ten years there, and you don't know what it's like there. They have a machine that will make you relive your worst memories, and some people got mad there they died. And that's when I left Britain, but I still have contact with George and George only, and I have never felt so lonely."

Natasha heard his sad story. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she listened to this.

"Now, I can only trust my employees and George, but no one else." he finished.

"I-I'll be your friend," said Natasha.

Evan's head snapped towards her. "You will?"

"Yeah, sure," said Natasha reassuringly. Those eyes were keeping her captive again.

"Oh, thank you," said Evans. He hugged her, and that comfortable feeling washed upon her again.

"Hey, maybe, if you want, there's this new kind of technology," said Evans. "George learned it, and he sent it to me. The smell coming from this liquid is the smell of your love, I think that's what girls like to use these days," Evans rolled his eyes. "Want to try it?"

Natasha nodded.

"Okay, let me get it."

Evans hurried to get something from his drawer. He snatched a vial out. He put in Natasha's hand, and immediately, she smelled oak. She smiled. Evans smiled.

"Thanks, I think I smelled oak," she said.

"Ah, I smelled a rose scent." mused Evans. He took the liquid and put it in his drawer. "I'll help you settle in if you want, it's only ten o'clock."

Natasha grinned. She went upstairs and found a pleasant looking room.

"There are clothes for females at the closet. Meet me at the restaurant at noon. Wait, is it ten o'clock? What? I'm going to be late!" he said as he dashed out. Natasha chuckled. She swore she heard a loud crack. But never mind. She went into the bathroom holding a towel and a bathrobe. Then, she began to rinse.

He apparated to the restaurant after he went outside. Phew, he was on time. He walked in, and started dashing to cook dishes the muggle way. The restaurant opens at ten, and his employees were already opening the door. Two minutes later, a regular customer appeared.

Harry was baking some cakes, so he dashed off. Each chef has his own mini kitchen, and in Harry's case, his always filled. His was near the counter, and Tracy was late. He decided to take care of that regular customer.

"Hello, Ms. Potts, what would you like today?" asked Harry.

"Evans, dear, I'd like a cappuccino and a dozen cookies. " said Mrs. Potts.

"Coming right up, Pepper," said Harry. Harry swerved the coffee machine and dashed off to his kitchen,

not until Tracy appeared.

"Sorry, boss, traffic jam." said Tracy embarrassed.

"It's okay," said Harry. "Here, take these to Pepper." he added after handing her the plate and coffee.

Minutes later, the restaurant was packed, and Harry just saw Natasha come in, two hours after Pepper left. Harry swerved in, taking her hand to the guest table. There were three females there, and five males.

"Morning," said Harry.

"Morning Evans," said the crowd. Harry made Natasha sit at a table as he settled. The crowd had food already, and Harry asked Natasha what would she like.

"Can I have Treacle Tart, Turkey and latte please?" asked Natasha. Harry grinned.

"Sure," he said. And he ran to his kitchen. He got his freshly baked turkey out of the oven, replacing it with raw chicken legs, he got the treacle tart from the cabinet labeled "Finished" and he switched the coffee machine on releasing lattes. He grabbed them all and he handed them to Natasha.

"Fast service," she said in awe.

"How could it be fast, when this taste so good?" said a nearby man.

"Our chefs has a cabinet which finished food go. That's why we just grab from the cabinet or pick anything from the stove." answered Kane.