And The One Time Harry Needed a Friend

One Hour Later

"Sirs, Natasha and Thor are incoming in a quinjet."

Tony peered up through the windows, exchanged glances with Bruce. "Do we need to suit up again?"

"They say no. However, they are asking that I call Steve Rogers to come back to Avengers Tower."

"Did something happen in London?" Tony asked, then stood up, not even caring that he had oil on his clothes and other stains. "And why is Captain America needed? Call him anyway but... why is he needed?"

"Mr. Potter is in need of urgent medical attention."

"Harry?" Bruce asked. "The guy that the Hulk took a liking to? What happened?"

"Natasha says that he stepped in front of Ms. Foster and took a bolt of aether energy. Thor agrees with her assessment. They were fighting Dark Elves in London."

"Dark elves?" Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are dark elves?"

"Dark Elves are the oldest species in the universe," Jarvis said.

Tony watched as a holographic picture of a creature appeared in front of them. "How did Harry get injured then? They look like they're not that hard to kill."

"The aether energy is affecting Mr. Potter negatively. Thor and Natasha say that he's dying."

Tony's eyes widened. "Dying?! As in..."

"Yes, that kind of dying. Thor did say that Mr. Potter stepped in front of the bolt that was meant for Ms. Foster," Jarvis explained softly.

Tony glanced at Bruce. "Jarvis, do you think now would be a good time to tell everyone?"

"Tell everyone what?" Bruce asked, as they both walked into the elevator. The car immediately started up, taking them to the penthouse.

"I can't say," Jarvis replied. "From what Thor has told Agent Romanoff, the aether is magical. Mr. Laufeyson may be able to help."

Tony sighed. "Bruce, you know Loki?"

Bruce turned to look at him as they stepped out of the elevator. "Yes, I know him. What does Loki have to do with Harry dying?"

"I'm kinda dating him," Tony quietly replied.

"You're dating LOKI?!" Bruce exclaimed. "Tony, are you crazy?"

"No. Actually, Jarvis, am I crazy?"

"Not under the current definitions," Jarvis replied. "Though I believe if you were to ask Ms. Potts the same question, you would receive a different answer."

Tony snorted. "Way to have faith in me, Jarvis."

Bruce stared at him then turned to glance out on the balcony. "You better know what you're doing then."

"I think I know what I'm doing," Tony replied hesitantly. "He's just like me, in a way."

"They're here," Bruce said. "I'm going to go get the medical rooms ready. So bring him there when they land."

"Thanks, Bruce."

"He fought with us that day," Bruce replied, walking back toward the elevator. "And he's not scared of the Hulk."

When the quinjet landed on the balcony and Tony saw Thor come out carrying Harry, he winced. The guy was sweating, pale and writhing in Thor's arms and there were red sparks of energy flaring along his skin.

"Thor, bring him this way. I have medical equipment on one of the floors," Tony called out, gesturing back to the elevator. Natasha came out behind Thor, looking as tense as she looked when she was fighting the Chitauri. As Tony started to turn, another man also ran out and strode alongside Natasha. Tony didn't recognize him but he did have a wand in his right hand. So he must have been a wizard.

"Thank you, Tony," Natasha said as they all walked into the elevator. "Harry said no hospitals."

"It's not a problem," Tony replied as the elevator dropped down. "Who's the guy?"

Natasha turned to follow Tony's finger then glanced worriedly at Harry, who had started to whimper. "He's apparently Harry's godfather."

"Sirius Black," the guy muttered, holding out his hand as the elevator sped and came to a stop. His eyes never left Harry.

Tony held out his hand and shook the guy's hand. "Tony Stark. This way. Bruce is already getting everything ready."

"Bruce is here?" Natasha asked, as they all strode through the hallway and followed Tony. He led them down the hall and could the open door.

"What do you expect? Come on," Tony said hurriedly. "Thor, I need to ask you something."

"Later, Tony," Thor called back as they turned into the room. "I need to see to the wizard."

"Ah, brother. Figures you would come with the crew and see to my friend. I suppose faking my death wouldn't work forever."

Thor stilled and turned to see Loki, standing alongside Bruce by the bed that looked like one of the ones that had been in the Midgardian hospital.

"Loki, what are you doing here?" Thor asked, dropping his hand down to Mjolnir.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Lay Harry on the bed. I can help him. Stark, good to see you."

Thor turned to look at Tony, who was now looking at everything but Thor. Thor narrowed his eyes but did as Loki said, gently placing Harry on the bed. Bruce immediately got to work, setting up an IV drip and injecting Harry with a sedative.

"You trust this guy?" Black asked, turning to glance at Tony and Natasha.

Natasha stared at Tony then sighed.

Tony nodded. "Yes, I trust him. Reindeer games is... I trust him with my life."

"I appreciate that, Stark," Loki replied, staring at him for a minute. "Now, allow me some peace."

"'Reindeer games'?" Sirius echoed, glancing at Natasha. "What... is that a nickname?"

Natasha rolled her eyes then glanced upward. "He gives everyone nicknames. Barton, get down here."

Tony started as Clint jumped down onto the floor, having opened an air vent. "Clint? You were in my air vents? What the hell?"

"You can ignore Tony, Hawkeye," Loki muttered, beginning to glow green.

Tony spluttered. "Hey, I'm offended by that! I can withhold sex, you know."

"I am so scarred right now," Clint asked, ignoring Tony and Loki and coming to stand alongside Natasha. Though he did side-eye Loki, looking at everyone else instead. "Will Harry be okay?"

"Sir, Captain Rogers is in the elevator," Jarvis said. "Shall I direct him up here?"

"Go ahead," Tony replied. "I don't know why everyone needs to be here though."

Natasha stared at Tony then glanced at Harry and shrugged minutely. Sirius went to hold one of Harry's hands, glancing at his face anxiously. "I wish Remus was here. He was better at this than I am."

Everyone watched as Loki worked, green magic floating in the air to hover over Harry. The red energy around Harry rose up to attack Loki's, and for the most part Loki's prevailed. The green magic surrounded the red, pushing it out of Harry's body. It kind of felt to Tony that the air in the room was getting heavy and oppressive and he was just about to make a comment when there was a light pop. Everyone sighed in relief.

"Is Harry okay?"

Tony turned to see Steve join the group. "Hey Cap. Good to see you again. Harry took a bolt of some kind of energy and I think he's fine."

Steve nodded and stood by Tony's side.

Tony could see Sirius walk over to stand next to Natasha, briefly pointing at Steve. Tony could see them talk but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Clint snorted out a quiet laugh then he yelped.

"That hurt!" Clint exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head.

"That conversation was meant to stay private," Natasha retorted. "That means no lip reading."

"Guys? Why is every..."

Harry slowly woke up and stared. Everyone was looking at him. Thor, Loki, Tony, Steve, Sirius, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce were all staring at him, expressions varying from relief to mock hurt.

"Could I get..." He broke off and fell into a coughing fit, holding up his hand to see that he had an IV in. He closed his eyes once he finished coughing, and realized that he would need blood. Fast if he meant to stay alive. That energy had left him drained in all ways. His magic was depleted and the only magic he could feel was Loki's. "Sirius..."

"Yeah, kiddo?"

Harry coughed again, only for a glass of water to enter his vision. He glanced up at Steve and smiled. "Thanks."

Steve smiled back. "Your welcome."

Harry tried to sit up and started a little as Steve helped him sit up. He could feel warmth fill his cheeks and closed his eyes, hoping he had enough control to not let his eyes turn red.

"I need... fuel," Harry commented, after drinking the whole glass of water that Steve had given him.

"That's what the IV is for," Bruce replied, turning to look at Harry after studying the machines.

Harry shook his head. "Not quite."

"You mean..." Sirius trailed off, glancing at him pointedly.

"Yeah, and faster would be better," Harry responded shakily. His stomach growled and cramped, hunger pains filling his body. He could feel his fangs and they were about ready to dig into any willing wrist or neck, for that matter.

"How fast?" Sirius asked, pulling his wand out.

"Now or in a few minutes," Harry said. "I would much rather not attack somebody."

"Attack somebody?" Loki asked, peering down at him. "What exactly does that mean?"

"You're not going to attack somebody," Steve remarked. "I trust you."

"Steve, remember when I said that I was part werewolf?" Harry asked, glancing around the room.

"Yeah. I had thought the other part was human," Steve said, studying him.

"He's not human," Sirius explained, glancing at Steve then the others. "Part werewolf and part..."

"Part vampire," Harry finished, looking down at the IV attached to his left wrist. "I'm part vampire and if I don't get blood soon, well, let's not go into that now. So, Jarvis, could you send for blood? Preferably from a butcher? Or a hospital, I'm not picky."

"Of course, sir."

"Belay that order, Jarvis," Steve stated. "Everyone, out."

Harry stiffened, staring up into Steve's eyes. "You can't mean to-"

Steve stared at him. "You're part of this team."

"Not officially I'm not," Harry argued, looking away and belatedly realizing that everyone had indeed left the room at Steve's order. Even Sirius had left the room, apparently deciding to trust Natasha and Thor. He turned to look back at Steve.

"No, but you've helped all of us," Steve remarked.

Harry sighed and yelped as his fangs decided to come out, regardless of him trying to order them back in. "Damn it."

Steve grinned at him. "You sound cute."

Harry glared up at Steve, feeling himself blush. "Yeah, well you try talking with fangs in your mouth."

"Here," Steve murmured, sticking out his wrist in front of Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"I trust you," Steve reminded him.

"Fine, you win," Harry whispered, reaching out to gently grasp Steve's wrist and bring it to his mouth. He inhaled once, glanced up at Steve one last time. Steve nodded and Harry made a small cut on the wound then slowly latched on to one of the veins.

Steve gasped but gestured for Harry to continue when he peered up at him. "I'm okay."

Harry narrowed his eyes but continued to drink, feeling his stomach pains stop and disappear. He took as much as he needed then pulled his fangs back into his mouth, licked the wound and pulled back. Harry sighed in contentment, feeling his body relax at being both fine and full.

"Would you go out on a date with me?"

Harry started and glared at Steve. "Oh for... give a guy time to digest first would you?"

Steve blushed but looked unrepentant. "Is that a no?"

"It's not a no," Harry replied, grinning.

AN: That's it for this story! Thanks for all the reviews and the follows! I appreciate it!