Chapter Summary: Immediately after Captain America:Civil War. Tony is found in Siberia, alone, hurt and exhausted.

Harry/Tony

"Sir needs help."

Harry jolted upright, narrowing his eyes. "Who said that?"

"Jarvis. I am the one who has been hibernating in your mind."

"That helps. What are you?" Harry asked, closing his eyes and searching out the place where his special magic was. The magic that he had created himself when he learned that he could project himself into a computer several years ago. It was usually glowing silvery white next to his regular magic center and now there was a… golden sphere of something next to it.

"I am an AI, artificial intelligence," Jarvis spoke.

As Harry watched, the golden sphere moved when Jarvis talked. "That's you?"

"Yes."

"I just thought it was my magic," Harry spoke. He had taken note of several golden circles a year ago but there was nothing amiss. Though it had looked less put together than it did now. There had been holes and little pixelated circles that looked torn in two. Harry had also gotten the feeling, that when he had first seen it, whatever it was, was recovering from something big.

"I am not. However, your… magic is interesting. It was a safe place for me to heal from Ultron's attack. I believe Sir would be greatly interested in working with you."

"What do you want then since you woke me up?"

"My creator needs help."

"Jarvis?"

"The suit is under the water," Jarvis said apologetically. "You can summon it?"

"Yes. You've seen me use magic over the past several months. I'm pretty good at summoning things," Harry replied mentally. To an outsider, Harry was staring intently at the oceanfront ruin of a million dollar house in Malibu. It was nice and sunny, a good spring day in California. "Are you sure it'll be a good fit for me? My magic flows from my body so I need at least one outlet. Besides, I don't need a particularly big one either."

"It will work for you," Jarvis offered. "It is one of the stealth suits my creator built, with retractable gauntlets and quiet repulsor jets."

Harry nodded idly before Jarvis brought up an image in his mind of the suit then whispered the summoning spell and waited. It took a minute or two before springing out of the water and startling a seagull into taking flight. The suit had been painted in a dark green, with black stripes over the shoulders. It was covered in seaweed and other grasses from the ocean, along with quite a few bits of rust but Harry was looking forward to trying it out.

"My creator called it the Viper," Jarvis commented.

Harry grinned and walked over to stand in front of the waiting suit. "Okay, here goes nothing. Jarvis, you ready?"

"I am. I shall help you pilot it for the first hour."

Harry reached out a hand to touch the sleek metal of the suit and closed his eyes, feeling the golden sphere that was Jarvis move. The AI moved through his magic, aided by the technological aspect of it, and into the suit. He reopened his eyes as he felt Jarvis leave his mind and watched as the suit powered up.

The eyes of the metal helmet glowed with power and the suit moved, like it was a person working out the kinks. Harry could see that it was clearly rusty so he flicked his hand, spelling the suit clean. The seaweed vanished and the dirt vanished. The green paint on it darkened again as Harry removed the rust with a more thorough cleaning spell.

After several minutes, the suit opened and Harry stepped in, watching as it closed around him. He could hear the clinks of gears rotating and circling, working to power up. A heads up display in his helmet appeared and as he looked around, he could see different schematics and maps, with one straight forward line pointing him to Siberia. Road maps were laid out in front of him and he could see the fastest way to fly north.

"That where Tony is?"

"Yes." Jarvis' voice was now closer but further away than it had been when the AI had been in his mind. It was now in the suit, a separate entity.

As Harry flew, Jarvis filled him in with what had been happening to the Avengers. Harry had just appeared on this Earth a year ago and hadn't really paid attention to the muggle heroes. He arrived in Siberia three hours later, to a steadily growing blizzard and strong winds. Jarvis directed him to where he had last pinpointed his creator, to an old, abandoned HYDRA lair.

Harry had had to ask Jarvis to fill him in on what had taken place during the battle with Ultron and had winced. "Your creator sounds awfully… alone now."

"He will have you and I to protect him now," Jarvis replied, a firm, steadiness to his British voice. "I do not know what you are about to walk into though. Be ready."

Harry hovered over the HYDRA lair for a while, just to take in what he was about to fly into. He had seen Captain America and Bucky Barnes walk away a few minutes ago and fly away into a helicopter and no Tony. Granted, it had been Jarvis who had recognized them, not Harry. Jarvis had been right about the repulsor jets on this suit. They were quiet enough to not draw attention, which Harry liked.

"Alright, I'm going in," Harry said.

He could sense worry and concern from Jarvis as they flew in through the big, circular hangar bay. Harry could see obvious signs of a battle and wondered what had happened over the past few hours here. There were big pieces of equipment that had been broken or fallen over or pushed over. He flew down, deeper into the lair then took a left, following what Jarvis was showing him. The AI had picked up a heat signature towards the back and Harry could hear what would have been anger in a person's voice but this was an AI.

He slowed down the repulsor jets as soon as they saw the balcony that was open to the weather outside. Captain America's shield was left on the ground, with a few dents in it and blaster burns. And… Harry flinched as he took in Iron Man. The arc reactor light was off, flickering only a little bit. Near Tony's upper chest, there was a great big dent in the armor, like something had gotten forcefully pushed into the suit.

Harry set his own suit down, opened it, and walked out to kneel next to Tony, who was just barely conscious, according to the stats that Jarvis was now showing on the HUD. Tony's helmet and face mask were open as Harry saw, looking into the other man's pained brown eyes. Tony looked like he had just been through another hell but was not quite back yet, eyes red with tears.

"Friday, open the suit," Jarvis ordered, walking the green suit closer towards them. "Sir needs space."

Tony blinked, his ears ringing, as he heard something land on the snowy ground. He hoped… His heart was hammering in his chest, Steve's words running through his mind.

Did you know it was him?

Yes.

Black spots floated into his vision as he struggled to take a deep breath, scenes of the Winter Soldier killing his father and mother right at the forefront of his vision.

"Steve?"

A man, not Steve, entered his range of vision. The guy had bright green eyes and wild black hair, hair that had snow dusted through it. And the man wasn't looking at him like he was angry with Tony. He was looking at Tony like he was worried, like he actually cared what happened to him.

He heard a strangled whimper, distantly realized it was him who was crying.

"Friday, open the suit. Sir needs space."

Tony let out a sob at the familiar voice, trying to sit up to look and trying to get out of the damaged suit at the same time. Friday was taking too long to open it, he couldn't breathe, the air…

"Easy, Tony. Easy," the stranger spoke, reaching out a hand to help get the suit off. "Slow, deep, breaths. You're okay. Well, you're not okay but… You're safe."

Finally, the suit opened up and an arm came around his waist, helped him out. He coughed a few times, feeling blood drip down his face and chest, and shivered as the cold wind blew threw the building. His ribs screamed a protest and he bent inward, trying to slow his breathing. "Who…"

"Harry. I'm a friend. Come on, let's get you out of here."

The arm stayed around him as a cloak wrapped around him, settling around his shoulders and providing shelter from the wind and snow. Tony glanced up at the man, Harry, looking into the man's soft, green eyes. He closed his eyes when he felt Harry's hand rubbing gentle circles on his back.

Tony peered up at the other suit in the building, the green and black one that he had called Viper. "J?"

"I trust him, sir. You have not been taking very good care of yourself."

Tony snorted then went with what his body was telling him and leaned into Harry. The other man wrapped his other arm around him loosely, protectively.

"You're explaining later," Tony spoke, his voice slurring with exhaustion and defeat.

"Of course," Harry whispered, threading tentative fingers through Tony's hair. "Get some sleep. I'll arrange a ride home for us."