A/N: Well, I've always wanted to do an avengers crossover fic and I thought, hey why not now. This is only a drabble fic and will be updated every time I get an idea. Hope you like it :). I would do a real fic but I can't speak smart mumbo jumbo and when I see fail versions of it I cringe a lot so I won't even try that.

Disclaimer: I will only say this once: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR AVENGERS!

Chapter 1: Welcome

There's a café down by the streets of New York, it was a small café by a park. There are whispers in the streets about that café, whispers of the man who runs it. If you ask specifically about him, no-one will tell you a thing.

The café is a solitary one, isolated in beside the park. There are tables situated outside it, neatly decorated and made of wood with small vases of fresh flowers on each table. The café itself, was also made of wood- it gave it a nice homely feeling. The café was shaped in that of a circle, a glistening glass chandelier hung low in the centre where the counter was situated, so, when you entered, you would see the owner greet you, a smile on his lips and sweet words on his tongue.

The people loved it there. They would go for comfort, for relaxation, to spill their greatest sins and secrets, or to bask in the peace that their torrential lives had weathered away.

The people loved the man who worked there. He was a small man, a lean and thin figure, his ebony hair making its way down the small of his back and tied in a low tail. He was a pale man with an exotically British accent. However, what enchanted them the most was his eyes, a poisonous green that could see through your very soul.

The people loved this man. The man who made their days a little brighter, their hearts a little lighter, and their eyes a little less jaded. They had a lot to thank this man for.

"Ellie" a boy spoke softly to his friend "come with me, I know a place that can help you" The boy, Callum, took the teary girl by her shoulders and led her down a familiar path to a place isolated near a park.

"W-what's this?" the girl asked, looking at the café in front of her.

"It's heaven" the boy whispered with a fond smile. They walked up to the café door, Ellie watching warily as people sitting outside the café greeting her with a smile. Callum opened the door.

Ellie shivered at the feeling of warmth that trickled down her back, she watched fascinated as Callum's eyes seemed to glitter with anticipation, going on full blast as a man with forsaken beauty spoke in haunting chills.

"Welcome" he greeted and Ellie could practically feel the love that Callum had for this man. She was confused, Callum was straight. At least, he was? She'd never seen him stare at a man with such warmth.

"Hadrian" Callum breathed out. Ellie blinked. "This is my friend" he scrambled to introduce her, his distraction having entangled his mind "Ellie, she feels a little troubled" he said as if it was a code word for something.

The man smiled "Come in" he guided the two of them to an empty seat by the counter "have a drink" he said putting down a warm drink in front of the two teens.

"But I haven't ordered" Ellie mumbled.

"It's different around here Ellie" Callum told her enthusiastically "just drink it. I promise it'll make you feel better" he glanced at Hadrian who watched them "Hadrian always- somehow- knows what you need" there was a blush on his cheeks that Ellie had found hard to pinpoint, but was visibly there.

Cautiously, under the encouraging eyes of Callum and the watchful eyes of the man behind the counter, Ellie took a sip. The warmth of the drink spread down her throat and through her spine, it touched her cold fingertips and the length of her toes down to the roots of her hair, making her feel tingles all over her body. There was a taste of cinnamon fresh in her mouth and the feeling of hugs around her waist. Maybe it was a mirage, but Ellie could see her brother smiling that jerky smile of his and her father gently kissing her forehead, they were so real, she could see the pores of their faces and the lines by their grinning lips. Their eyes were filled with life and their touch was real. Her eyes blurred, filled with painful nostalgia; "Daddy" she cried "Jacob" she sobbed.

There was a hand by her shoulders that made the dam break.

Her dad worked in the military, and her brother followed in his footsteps. Her dad was reported to have been killed just last week and her brother was MIA. It was a mission gone wrong- a mission that went so horribly fucked up. Her mother was beside herself, she couldn't work. Ellie had to be the strong one between them but it just didn't work, she couldn't be strong- she was only 15. Her friends gave her pitying pep talks and the teachers looked at her like she was about to break and she just couldn't handle it, because for fuck's sake she was already broken! She was broken the moment she got the news. Her dad was never around for long but he gave them everything, and her brother who was eight years older than her filled up the spots that her dad failed to cover, she loved them, loved them so damned much and for both of them to go all at once and for her mom to break down on the same day? She wasn't made to handle this. She wanted to cry and scream and yell and breathe. But she was suffocating. And it hurt.

She was crying now, full out wailing. Her cries filled the café's atmosphere, but none of the customers turned to look as she screamed their names over and over again. It was the man who had settled his hand round her shoulder that had let her use his chest as a tissue and a punching bag until she could cry no more. And for that, she'd be forever grateful.

"Shhh" he whispered "they will always be with you Ellie, they love you so much"

"Always?" her small voice hoarse from shouting

"Always"

And for that, she'd forever love him.