Holy Rumbledore, look who updated again. Okay, so, two updates in a month... I might be gone for awhile because of SATs and AP testing, so yeah. This has gone through a rough edit and I apologize for any major mistakes that hinder reading ability. Thank you all that have favorited, alerted, and reviewed this story. I appreciate it.

Important Things that need to be said before I lose like a fuck ton of readers because people are finicky about slash or mentions of it: Harry won't be in a gay relationship. He is bi, but I've decided that he's either going to be single throughout this story with hints to some relation with a girl, or I'm going to pair him up someone of the female gender. Who that is... I haven't decided that yet. Also, I need help thinking up of aliases for Harry. I'm thinking Lost Boy, but ehh. And another timeskip, little Har-bear is fourteen now. There should be one or two more, and then, I'm done with the major timeskipping.

Young Avengers: Team Creation

Harry didn't know what happened. One minute he was biting into his BLT, enjoying his lunch, and in the next, he was caught in Peter's web.

He only had seconds to process the deceptively white wispy string connected to his shirt. Then, he was tugged. Violently. A surprised yelp escaped him as he went whooshing through the air. His surroundings whipped passed him in a blur of colors and incomprehensible shapes. And then, "Ow."

Thankfully, Harry had stopped flying by way of obstacle. Obstacle meaning something slightly hard and squishy, which he had landed face first. Dread covered him, he slowly unstuck himself, sinking to the tile floor with a blush. He opened his mouth, ready to pelt out an apology for yet again using a female's chest as pillow, only his apology died, when he connected eyes with Peter's.

"You're late," said Peter, the corner of his lips twitching.

Harry blinked at him. A million thoughts racing in his head. Today was Saturday. He finished all classes for the day… just what was he late for?

Peter, thank his lovely best-friend Mom, seemed to take pity on him. He crossed his arms, hauling Harry up with the string he conveniently forgot to unlatch. "You're late for Team Creation?"

"Team Creation?" Harry tilted his head. It sounded oddly familiar.

Peter let out a soft exhale. "Hello." he waved a hand in Harry's face. "Did somebody forget his new rank as a hero, and last year, stated on the announcements that this year would be the year he was creating a mighty team that would be mentored by the Avengers?

"And you'd be holding auditions…"

"To anyone eleven and older, first weekend back to school," Harry finished. His light bulb flickered on. "Shit. I forgot everything Peter, with Uncle Steve, Cassie, and the Young Avengers… shit." Harry rubbed his face, an oncoming headache starting. He glanced at Peter.

"Haha, Peter, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would you…"

Peter slapped Harry on the back, knocking all air out of Harry's lungs. Damn Peter and his super strength. Peter grinned. "I suppose I can help you, you owe me one though."

Harry nodded, struggling to control his wheeze. He noticed that he was near the entrance of the gym. He could hear them talking behind closed doors. Odin's beard, he was feeling sick to his stomach.

"Are you ready to go?"

Harry gulped. "As ready as I'll ever be."

…

Harry sat directly in the middle of the faux wooden table. Peter on his left. Aunt Natasha was on his right, and he was pretty sure Uncle Barton was prowling around somewhere in the gym's venting tunnel. He had a stack of papers all with large profile pictures in front of him. There were at least two hundred. Who knew so many people were interested.

He swallowed his nerves and finally did he move his stare from his papers to the squirming mass in front of him. Thankfully, they were all quiet, but the task was no less daunting. Four hundred plus eyes stared at him, all with hope glimmering in their eyes. He planned to take five people on his team at the most. Others would be shafted as potential allies.

Hopefully, none were the jealous type.

He cleared his throat, addressing the mass. "Welcome all. I would like to personally thank each and every one of you for taking time out of your Saturday and coming here. All of you have an equal chance of joining my team.

"Each one of you have five minutes to impress me and after your five minutes the audition is done. There will be no added time. I ask the rest of you to sit in the bleachers and wait until you're called, quietly, please. After your five minutes are over you may leave.

"And I discourage sabotaging, I have ways to find out if you have done so," Harry paused to give them all an enigmatic smile. "The roster for my team will be posted on the AA school page Monday night, there will be no changes on that. My decision is final.

Harry took a breath. "If you all agree to my words, I ask you to all swear on your magic, your power, that you will respect my final decision.

"Good luck, and don't fuck it up," he said amicably. "The lucky first, Marc Spector."

…

"Teddy Altman!" Harry shouted. Teddy was the one hundred and eightieth on his list. He scrolled on through the list of names. A number of them were already crossed off. He wasn't having the best of the luck finding members of his team. They all had powers, yes, but their powers left a lot to be desired.

Teddy shuffled forward. He was tall and broad-shouldered, built like quarterback of a football team. He had soft blond hair, shocking blue eyes, and a number of silver earrings in his ears. Hmm. "Show me what you can do," Harry propped his hand under his chin and staring hard at his fellow classmate.

Teddy shrunk down a few inches. His body slimmed down to a skinnier, lither form. His blond hair darkened into a bright red — wild like a cuckoo's nest, his eyes taking on a brilliant green sheen, his face becoming more angular, and his skin turning a shade or two darker. In mere seconds, another Harry stood in the place of Teddy. This Teddy drowned in his typical jock clothes.

"My, my, what a handsome guy you make," Harry teased. Teddy gave him a sheepish grin in return.

"So, is that your only power?"

"Oh? No!" Teddy hurried along. He pinched his facial features together, seconds later, big green reptilian wings sprouted from him. He hovered for a bit, flexing his new appendages and growing thin, razor-sharp claws from his fingers.

Nice.

Teddy landed back to the ground safely. He fiddled with his red hair. "I have super strength," he expressed. Harry raised an eyebrow that read: Oh really?

He produced a small remote, smirking gleefully over at Teddy. He heard super strength from over fifty people, he was going to test that strength. He pressed the red button, a red pickup came flying from ceiling. Teddy wore a comical expression as he immediately caught the damn thing, lifting it above his head

"Is that heavy?" Harry asked.

Teddy shook his head. He even dared to drop one hand, holding the car with other.

"Can you handle more?"

Teddy nodded. His dark green eyes gleamed with the promise of a challenge mirroring Harry's. Harry nodded, he glanced down at the little black remote in his hand. His thumb hovered over the black button. If he pushed it… the ceiling would drop its heaviest load, and if Teddy wasn't crushed he'd truly have super strength, or well, enough super strength to impress him.

"Have you signed all the waivers?" he asked somewhat jokingly.

Teddy nodded.

"Okay." Harry jabbed the black button and watched as the doors the ceiling opened up to drop two train cabooses in rapid successions down. And to Harry's surprise and the astonishment of all others, Teddy caught both.

He had to carry them with both arms. He toddled the cabooses and pickup whilst hovering off the ground slightly. It was silent for a second, then, there was a loud burst of applause and the roar of approval from the attendees.

Teddy settled back to the ground. He placed the vehicles onto the ground and scratched the back off his head. A red dusting settled on cheeks as he smiled sheepishly. His wings flapped behind him, his transformation still in place.

"Uh, I hope I did well," Teddy said.

Harry chuckled. He placed a little marker next to Teddy's instead outright crossing out his name. "Don't doubt yourself," was all Harry offered before he shooed Teddy away. He could feel both Aunt Natasha's and Peter's eyes on him.

It looked like he found his first team member.

He glanced at the vehicles still left on the gym floor and wondered if they had cleanup for that. Oh well.

…

"America Chavez," said Harry.

He was tired. He didn't realize that this Team Creation would take so long and would be so boring. Gods, he went through some awful auditions like the Balloon Girl and Water Boy. Ah. He was hoping for a change of pace.

America sauntered to the center of the gym. Harry observed her; she was pretty with soft caramel skin, bow-shaped lips, and long curly black hair tied up in a messy bun. He lifted his eyebrow at her attire. They were short and umm, Harry hoped he wasn't blushing, form-fitting. America did have a nice body.

"So," Harry cleared his throat. "We're ready when you are."

America smiled. "Do you have a gun?"

"Wha—?"

Harry was interrupted by Aunt Natasha taking out her signature pistol. She threw it to America whom caught it with ease. America stared it over, she nodded to herself, and then positioned the gun at her head.

Harry swallowed hard.

"Just what are—" the words lodged in his throat as America pulled the trigger.

Harry didn't know what he expected but he didn't expect America to be giggling at him. Alive. Safe and Sound. She pointed the gun to her chest and took another shot, the bullet bounced off harmlessly, she took another aim at her legs, and all over her body, still giggling. Just like the Mad Hatter at tea time.

"You should see your face," she said between guffaws. "You really thought I'd pull a bitch move and kill myself."

Harry scowled. He did not. "So, are you invulnerable to bullets?"

"Obviously," America answered. "I'm also immune to fire. If you want I'll get Johnny Boy—"

"No!" Harry was surprised at how much his voice jumped in octaves. "I mean, I believe you, and we're on a timer, so, yeah."

America raised a brow but didn't object. She lifted her right foot and stomped the ground, hard. Harry was a bit startled when the ground rumbled and a long jagged line ran from America to Harry, and when he twisted around, behind them and the wall.

"Super strength?" he guessed.

"How did you guess?" she mocked with a wry smile. "Although I'm not as strong as your alien boy."

Harry wasn't sure who exactly this alien boy was but he went along with it. "Any other powers?"

America smirked. She was gone in a flash, literally. He didn't know whether she was running around with super-speed, like most who had randomly disappeared or if this was something else altogether. His musings were cut short because America appeared seconds later, munching on what looked like chocolate chips cookies.

"Harry, your Aunt and Uncle are dreadfully boring shitheads with a whale of a son that hide an extraordinary secret. Here's a hint, Yer a wizard," she said.

Harry was understandably confused. He did not what Aunt and Uncle, America spoke of. "Where did you go?"

"Another dimension, or rather, reality; I travel at my leisure," she shrugged it off as if it wasn't a big deal. And maybe it wasn't to her, but Harry had never seen an inter-dimensional space traveler before. It was pretty freaking cool in his opinion.

"I fly," America interjected, "and…" she suddenly appeared in Harry's lap, reverse cowgirl style. She sat there like a princess, like she belonged. "I have super speed too."

Harry cleared his throat. It was worst time for his teenage hormones to start buzzing with her in his lap. It was so unprofessional. "You're fucking blushing," America teased. "What, never had a girl in your lap?"

Harry hadn't a clue on a how to respond. Luckily for him, America's teasing didn't last long at all. She pinched his cheeks in a manner similar to Agatha and she was off. She was gone in a breeze and then re-appeared in her original spot in front of them.

She crossed her arms, giving them an award-winning smile. "Ta-da." She went off on her own, leaving Harry stunned. He glanced to his left where Peter was just as stunned, and when, he stared to his right he saw his Aunt Natasha smiling, a true smile, not one of her wolf-grins that usually meant she was going kick some serious ass.

"I like her," his Aunt said.

Harry exhaled. It looked like he found another worthy candidate to join his team.

Great.

"Bobbi Morse," Harry said the next name.

Number three hundred and ninety-nine. Yes, Harry could taste the finish line. He was so close to being done. He was never, ever going to do this again. Not even if his whole team was tragically killed off in some dramatic plot twist. This was torture.

He was going to place all the maybes as initiatives or backups.

"Billy Kaplan," Harry said without thinking. It took him a minute to realize to who he had called and he backtracked. "No," he told his waving best friend whom was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "You are not doing this," he said dryly.

"Why not?"

"Because," Harry said. He wasn't going to explain himself. This was neither the time nor the place.

"No, No, I swore on my magic and did the whole shebang. You can't just write me off. I demand an audition like everyone else."

"Well, you can't have one," Harry said. He set down his pen.

"Why?" Billy persisted.

"Because you're…" Harry searched for the right word to appease his friend and the crowd of listening people. "Special," he finally settled. "It's because you're special and I can't allow you an audition. It'd make everyone uncomfortable."

At that. Billy drew back as if he had been punched by Harry, he threw Harry a funny look, one that Harry didn't quite know how to take. It was like a mixture of horror and disbelief. "Because I'm special?" he said in a tiny voice.

Harry nodded tentatively. He could feel Peter's eyes on him. "Yeah, Billy, I'm sorry," he said.

Billy's shoulders sagged and his normal exuberance was significantly dimmed. Harry didn't know what he said or what happened in the span of those seconds to make Billy look so dejected. His best friend nodded at him, and then, he trudged back to his spot in bleachers.

It felt like a thousand and one burning glares were directed at him and the room was so quiet Harry could hear every little cough and movement. Harry honestly hadn't a clue on what had happened. He shook a little when Peter laid a hand on his shoulder and pulled him close.

Peter was giving him the Mom Look again. He wanted to hang his head in shame and apologize for any misgivings he had ever done in his life. He usually knew what he did to earn those looks from Peter, but at this point, he was woefully oblivious.

"What?" he demanded in an angry whisper. "Why is everyone giving me the third-degree?"

Peter sighed. "Do you remember the important conversation we had after summer vacation, where Billy was really nervous… we were twelve, he had an experience over the summer that made him realize somethings," Peter said lowly.

Harry went blank. Just what was he was talking about, what talk, and that was so long ago. "… Dylan Sanders," Peter said.

At that, Harry felt rage bubble up within him. "That fucking bastard that broke Billy's heart, if I ever see h–"

"Harry," Peter said softly, chiding.

"What Peter, I don— oh," realization dawned on Harry. Peter was smiling faintly. He was such an idiot. He shook his head. "I didn't mean it like that, really. When I said he was special that was not what I was referring too. I don't care if he's gay."

"Then why?" Peter asked.

Harry sighed. He made a note to find Billy to apologize and reassure him after he was finished with these auditions. "When I said he was special I meant he was already on the team, or had a spot on the team if he wanted it.

"I didn't want to say it front of the others because they would all be butt-hurt over me being unfair, and I didn't want to go through another audition. Even if it's a mock one, because," at this point Harry was whining. "I've been sitting for a very long time and I just want this to be done, I don't want to be here longer than necessary."

"Oh," said Peter.

"Oh," Harry parroted back. "Should I finish this whole thing and then apologize to Billy?"

"Yeah," Peter said.

Harry groaned, rubbing his temples, "Alrighty then! Sorry for all the excitement, we'll be continuing this." He opened his eyes to peek at next name on his roster. "Ken Mack cometh forth."

Harry knitted his hands together, cracking them all once, and groaning in relief when the tension was gone. He was free at last, thank Henry's codpiece. He hopped from his chair and strolled along until he was in the center of the gymnasium. Apparently, everyone was just as hyperaware of his existence as they were hours ago, because he only had to stand there and the remaining students (those that stayed to see everyone's auditions) quieted down.

"Okay, first things first, thank you all for coming out and spending your precious time here. I really didn't expect such a turnout," he chuckled good-naturedly.

"I would like to say that each and every one of you have a viable talent or talents, each of you are superheroes in your own right. Just because I may not choose you to be on my team doesn't mean any of you are less than. You're all awesome, and yeah, be proud to be a mutant and be prouder of the superhuman abilities gifted to you."

The crowd of students cheered and whistled, Harry grinned and let them have their huzzahs. "Thank you, once again. Good luck to all of you!"

Harry waved to all of them as they began to file out of the gym. He watched them only to pick out Billy. When he saw his best friend, he wasted no time in running over to him, and tugging him out of the sea of chattering bodies. He kept his mouth shut until he and Billy were in a secluded corner.

Billy yanked free of his grip. "What do you want, Banner?" he asked harshly.

Harry flinched. Billy had never called him Banner, and he certainly never used that sort of tone with him; like he was undesirable number one. He supposed though that if he were in Billy's situation, he'd be same way. "I'm sorry," he offered.

"What are you sorry for? You're sorry for humiliating me in front of half of the school, for pretending to be my friend, for ever talking to a pathetic faggot—"

"Stop," Harry interjected. "You aren't pathetic, and you aren't a faggot. I don't fucking want to hear you call yourself that!"

He scuffed his shoe against the floors, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Billy was stark frozen in front of him, fiddling with his Wolverine T-shirt, his brown eyes were on Harry. "Look. I don't care if you're gay, I have never cared about that, and if I did hate you for being gay, it would be hypocritical."

Billy's jaw dropped, eyebrows raised. Harry laughed. "Don't look so surprised."

"You're gay?"

Harry shook his head. "Bi, I still appreciate a nice set of curves and tits," he said, shrugging.

"Bi," Billy muttered to himself. "Okay, what was that about being special?"

Harry blushed. "Sorry about that, man. That was just some spiel to try and get you from auditioning. I wanted you, I mean, you're automatically on the team if you're interested, ah, you don't have to join or anything—" Harry fumbled, backtracking, taking Billy's silence as rejection. "You'll always have a spot on the team if you wish, it isn't at all compulsory, yeah? Feel free to say something— I hope I'm not making a fool, oomph!"

Billy threw himself at Harry, wrapping his arms around his neck. He saw no other choice but to awkwardly hug his friend back. "Uh…"

"Harry, you're such an idiot, of course, I'll join!" Billy said gleefully.

"Okay," Harry patted his friend's back. "Will you get off of me now?"

"No," Billy gripped Harry tighter. "This is your punishment."

"Well then." Harry grinned at his friend. "I guess that's okay."

…

Again, Harry did not what had happened and why this continued to happen. The very next weekend, he was enjoying another delicious sandwich when the unexpected struck. An ominous message sounded on the intercom: Harry Banner report to the principal's office immediately. Harry Banner report to the principal's office immediately."

So, Harry did what any boy his age naturally did when called to the principal's office. He started to walk and think of what he did, when he did it, who might have ratted him out, and how he could possibly get out of it. Harry was generally a good child. Pepper and Bruce were strict parental figures, but then again, he did have Tony Stark, Thor, and Clint as uncles, he was prone to some mischievousness.

That mischief came in the form of pranks. Every couple of months, he pulled a prank or two or three, and his pranks tended to affect the whole school. Like the time, he brewed a potion to make everyone's skin turn varying shades of colors depending on their mood, which affected the student body for a solid week. There was the time in fourth grade where he cast a charm on every writing utensil in the school to turn into a creepy crawler. Oh, there was the time he got into school laundry and turned every piece of cloth invisible, and he couldn't forget the time…

Okay, Harry was getting nervous. There were a lot of 'there was the time' with him, but they pretty harmless tricks and most people were amused by his antics. He even had a few allies when pulling his pranks. His pranks never warranted a trip to the Nick Fury's, the principal of Avengers Academy and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s head operative, office. Plus, he just got to school. He hadn't the time to pull of another prank.

Eventually, there was no more shiny hallway left. Harry was left alone in the middle of AA staring down the main office. He took a deep breath and walked through the double doors into the office. As usual there were teachers buzzing around and answering calls and doing adult things.

Harry timidly approached the front desk. He was a bit surprised to see Lilith (Dracula's daughter) there typing away on a small laptop. He didn't know she worked there. "Excuse me?"

Lilith's bone-white fingers paused on the black keys. Her ruby stare met Harry's. Harry gulped. "Yes?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Fury?" he phrased it more as question, hoping that she would laugh and say, that Nick Fury didn't request his presence.

"He's waiting for you. Go straight down and take a left," she said pleasantly. Harry's face dropped.

"Okay," he said in a tiny voice. He started to head to his potential doom. He kept face though and told himself it was not apprehension was feeling. Rather, a nasty case of indigestion, that's what it was, he just needed a good burp and he'd feel right as rain.

Yes, that was it.

By Jove, what did he do to gain Nick Fury's attention!

He was a pool of nerves by the time got to the door. Nick Fury was written in big block letters on the door. Yup, this was the place; the door to hell. His palms were horribly sweaty as he gripped the shiny handle and twisted.

He prayed that neither Pepper nor Dad was behind the door. He had an 'I can explain!' on his tongue just in case. He gathered his courage and opened the door, not at all trembling and not at all about to piss his pants.

"Harry," his principal's deep voice floated over to him. His good eye landed on Harry, surely seeing all his secrets. "Glad to see you made it." The door swung shut behind him. He subtly winced.

"Of course, sir," Harry said. He collapsed into the closest seat. He made himself comfortable enough; he squirmed around until he found a good enough spot to bare his principal's permanent glower.

"Are you nervous?" Nick Fury inquired.

"No," Harry lied. He wiped his sweaty hands on jeans. He met Nick Fury's eye with his own, thankfully, he did not look away until his principal did so.

"Good," Nick Fury said. "I have a task for you."

"A task, sir?" Harry said.

Nico Fury raised an eyebrow. "Yes, a task, I do not like to repeat myself."

Harry ducked his head making a metal note to not parrot back anything.

"Yes, I heard that you just finished Team Creation and from what I've gathered you have more or less chosen the members for your team."

"Sir?" He tried to control the faint tremor in his voice.

"The task I ask of you involves you and your team."

Harry patiently waited for his principal to elaborate. He didn't want some freaky long mission to be pushed on them too soon, for heaven's sake, they hadn't even had their first team meeting yet.

"You'll be gaining a new team member if you'll have him."

"Who is he?" Harry couldn't resist blurting out.

"Loki," Nick Fury said stonily.

Harry expected for Ashton Kutcher and Uncle Tony to burst through the door and yell, "You just got Punk'd." To his surprise, no cameras or screaming guys entered the room. Nick Fury was serious.

"You're serious," Harry couldn't resist saying.

"I don't kid," Nick Fury said. Somehow, Harry didn't doubt that.

"You can't be serious. He's Loki, you know, evil Loki that constantly sends down his minions to try and take over Earth. Loki that is the snake of all snakes. Loki is a trickster in just about every Norse myth."

"Are you done?"

"No." Harry crossed his arms. Perhaps, Nick Fury was getting in age or under some nefarious mind control. Loki was pure evil, Thor was his only advocate, and even that wavered sometimes.

"He's gotten in some skirmish and now he's been de-aged without any memories of his past actions or doings," Nick Fury explained.

"So, he's been reincarnated," Harry said irritably. "He's done that loads of times and he still turns out to be on the side of evil only helping when he sees fit."

"And that's why, you'll be taking him on your team and molding him to a superhero," Nick Fury said bluntly.

"What? I didn't even agree," he protested.

"Yes, you did," Nick Fury said without room for rebuttal. "He's joining the Avengers Academy tomorrow and since Wilson has been given other tasks, he'll be rooming with you."

"Okay," Harry sulked. "Anything else, sir?"

"You'll be cordial to Loki and tell him nothing of this meeting. Tell the others to do the same. We want Loki to be accepted, a step in steering him toward the good side," Nick Fury said.

Harry mocked saluting. "Your word is law, sir."

"You are dismissed," Nick Fury said. Harry stood up and hurried at the room. He wondered how he was going to break this his new team. He hoped no one decided to quit.

…

It was next Saturday and Harry was running late for the second team meeting. He hurried down the hallways only to bump into a person along the way. Both of them were sent sprawling to the linoleum floors.

Harry, dazed, was quick to grab the scattered papers and shove them to the person firing off a flimsy excuse, but he stopped when he noticed just who he had bumped into. "Kate," he said, trying to tone down his shock. "You're here."

She was dressed in jeans and a purple shirt, her dark hair was tied up loose ponytail. There were also dark bags under her eyes, but she was just as pretty as she'd always been.

"Harry?" she eased up. "I haven't seen you since… "

"The funeral, yeah," he nodded. It was still a sore spot for him months later; he could only imagine how Kate must feel. Her whole team dismantled and gone.

"So, what's got you in a hurry?" she asked with a small smile.

Harry was glad for the change of conversation. "I'm late," he chuckled. "Like usual, for my second team meeting."

Kate's face brightened at his words. "You went through Team Creation?" Harry nodded. Kate laughed, a sharp and happy sound. "I remember that. The auditions were hell!" she laughed again, her eyes glazed.

"Have you thought of a team name yet?" she asked suddenly.

Harry shook his head. "No, this was actually what the meeting was about, setting up aliases and whatnot."

"How about the Young Avengers?"

Harry's eyes widened at that. His heart thudded. "Are you sure?" he hesitantly asked. "It's only been a couple of months and I'm sure it's somethin—"

"Harry," Kate cut in. "It's what they would've wanted, for you to carry on our legacy, and to become something we never had the chance to be."

Harry was at loss. To pick up a moniker so soon after the death of its originator, Harry felt like he was dishonoring a memory, although, he knew to pick up a name of former superhero or team was common practice. Still.

Kate gathered the rest of the papers, when she finished, she bended down just the littlest bit to kiss him on the cheek. "Think about Harry, please," she whispered to him and then she was off. Back to whatever.

He didn't watch her go. He started to walk in his direction, to his team meeting. He wasn't going to make any promises but he would think about. Think about it a lot.

I won't make a habit of this I swear because I like all author's notes to be said up top. Things before you go: Suggestions of aliases for Harry. That is all thank you.