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Chapter 1

HP/Iron Man/Avengers crossover

In Harry's POV

Hi! My name is Harry; the name my parents gave me was Harry James Potter, but I go by Harry Evan Black. I moved to America about a year ago now; leaving the stressful, and suffocating England behind. At first, coming to America was only temporary- a vacation if you will, but now I have absolutely no intention of returning. Life in England was, as I said earlier, suffocating, and I didn't realize how much till I finally left. Since I was eleven I have dedicated my life to war, and finding a way to destroy my parents killer and the man who terrorized the Wizarding world for decades, and that spanned two wars.

After I finally defeated Voldemort, I was ready to not be "The-Boy-Who-Lived", and to live the life I have always wanted. Apparently I wasn't the only one who planned my life, as many other expected me to do much for them- to always be the savior. I was going through career after career because of these people. At first, I decided to go for the career I chose before the war, and set to be an Auror. I went through intense training or two years, only to come out, and, instead of starting at the bottom and working my way up, was immediately promoted to Head Auror. They were going to just sack the other guy, for no reason what's so ever; so basically, I never started as an Auror and quit before my first day as one.

It was about six months later when I decided to become a Healer, instead. It took my three years of training before I finally became one. Once word got out, though, I was bombarded by witches and wizards that demanded I treat them. After a month, I was swamped with so many cases, and I didn't have time to eat or sleep. I finally snapped when a particularly nasty patient made scathing remarks about how I should have ended the war much sooner and I was selfish for waiting so long and letting so many people die. Now, that wasn't the first person who came up and said something so ridiculous about the war, and blaming me, and usually I brush them aside as I know most have said it due to grief over a lost loved one, but this time, I had no patience or understanding left in me. I quit that day, after raising hell at not only the stupid patient, but my boss who let it get this far. It never occurred to me, the one who went through hell to kill one man and never once thought I could stop, that I would become someone who quit when times got hard, but here we are.

Relationships were just as bad. I never did get back with Ginny, much to her's and her mother's disappointment. As much as I cared for her, I had realized that we would never work. I really one was in the relationship because I wanted to be a part of her family so bad; the Weasley's being the family I always wanted. The war made me figure that out, and once I did, I never looked at her the same. That choice came with its own set of consequences; Ginny refused to speak with me for two years, and even though I still kept in contact with the family, especially Ron, it seemed strained as Ginny was their daughter, their sister and so felt obligated to side with her.

The same year, that I decided to not become an Auror, and then decided to become a Healer, was also the year I found out I was gay. I was nineteen years old and had been on a few dates with various women; each ended spectacularly worse then the one before that. The last woman I dated, had a brother- a 6' 4", broad shouldered, twenty-six year old, who made me lust as I had never had before. I ended up loosing my virginity to him, much to his sister's horror, and even though I felt bad, I also felt relief, because it was as if something clicked inside of me, and everything became clear. I found I definitely had a type of man I was into. One being strong and bigger than me, with the ability to manhandle me. I wasn't into anything too kinky, but I did like it rough. It helped my scenario, that I was already smaller than most of the male population due to years of neglect and abuse from the Dursleys.

The second type of man, was the smart-witty type, who could keep me on my toes. After years of going back and forth with Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy, regular conversation became dull and not stimulating enough. I was attracted to men who I could talk and sometimes argue with, for hours without ever getting bored. Since I was nineteen I had three serious relationships with men (I went out with several guys, but they mostly were just creeps who wanted to date the boy-who-lived), the first lasted four months, and we broke up because he couldn't take the constant reporters and fans that became part of my everyday life. It became too much for him, especially when he started to receive death threats from people obsessed with me. I didn't hate him for that decision, and wished him well; I was sad for sometime and had threw myself into my studies in healing.

Draco Malfoy; a boy who was my nemesis all through out Hogwarts, and a general pain in the ass, was my second relationship, who lasted longer than the other two. Draco, while still held prejudices he had grown up with, and still could be a spoiled brat, matured over the years. He became a potions master, in honor of his Godfather, Severus. We met again, when I needed help with a particularly hard potion for a class. We still fight, banter and generally always try to one up one another, but the sex was fantastic and I was never bored. Out of the three relationships, he was the only one, I still am in contact with. We broke up after a year, when we realized that all our relationship became was friends with benefits. He is still, to this day, one of my closest friends. He was also the reason I broke up with my third boyfriend, of three months. He became possessive and jealous of Draco, who was always around, and still flirted with me, not caring that my new boyfriend was right next to me. Even though I was pissed off, that it got to that point, I chose Draco's friendship. Draco was weirdly loyal and would be there for me, and who just got me in a way no one had before; we connected. My third boyfriend, while nice (ignoring the jealousy), wasn't someone I ever saw myself falling in love with, and wasn't worth loosing a friend for.

I think Draco took it the hardest when I decided to move permanently to America. Ron, Hermione and I have been drifting apart for years, but always kept in contact, so it was easier to tell them. There was many reasons as to why we are no longer close; not getting back together with Ginny was one factor, and even though I was Ron's best friend, Ginny was his little sister. Another factor, was the fact that I never became an Auror. Ron and I trained together and had this whole plan of being partners and fighting the bad guys together and getting justice. While, he thought it was unfair that I was going to be given special treatment, he also didn't want me to quit. Hermione also thought I shouldn't have left; stating that being an Auror was the perfect job for me, because I could help a lot of people, and that seemed to be what I was best at. Deciding to date Draco and become friends with him, was really the last straw- at least with Ron, whom refused to give Draco a chance, proceeding always make snide remarks about him to me, never believing that Malfoy could grow up. Again, we still talk, and write, and see each other on holidays and birthdays, but that was it.

Two days after telling Draco, in a letter, that I decided to live in the States, I was attacked outside my hotel room by the blonde. He threatened to kidnap me and bring me back to England if I didn't do it willingly. After bringing him into the room and calming him down (one bj later *wink*), I was able to tell him why I was staying. There was no life in England anymore- hell the whole U.K.. I spent five years training two totally different fields, only to be forced to quit both, due to my image. I was hounded daily by reporters and letters that went from threatening to: 'I want to marry you and have your children'. All of my relationships have failed, and my once best friends have lives of their own, that I wasn't apart of. Draco was the only thing in England that was good, but it wasn't enough.

Of course, he understood, and even wanted move with me, but I told him he couldn't just yet, as he was in the cusp of his career, and maybe down the road, when he could work anywhere, he could move, not now though. We hugged, and before left, he threatened to make my life hell, even from another continent if I didn't talk with him at least once a day. Laughingly, I agreed and even told him same went for him. Draco is still my best friend, and every weekend we apparate to the other's home. My life began to start in America when I came across this small cafe in the middle of huge New York. It was small, quaint, and had the best coffee I had ever tasted. I always thought myself to be more of a tea person, but after tasting its brew, I could no longer say I was.

I had became friends with the owner, and every morning when I came in for my 'cup of heaven', we went over all sorts of business ideas and ventures. Eventually, the owner jokingly offered me a job, which to his (and somewhat mine) suprise, I took without hesitation. I was trained the next day, in all positions, but my natural talent showed in making the coffee. I helped the owner make advertisements, and some menu changes to spark customer interest. Soon we came the busiest store in the block, as so many people came to get our famous coffee. It wasn't too much longer I was promoted. It was funny, as I know that I am over qualified for my job, and many tell me so themselves, but I feel happier and more fulfilled then I ever had as an Auror and a Healer.

About two months down the line, my rental, that I had gotten when I first came to America, died on me. I had to call out of work, and go to a local mechanic for help. At first, it was so frustrating, that I was going to say 'Fuck it!' and buy a car, but then, as the day continues, my feelings changed. Since I wasn't going into work that day, I decided to watch the mechanic 'Joe' work. I became incredibly fascinated with everything, and soon found myself asking millions of questions, which thankfully he wasn't too annoyed about. The entire time, I spent watching him work, learning the names of all the parts and tools, and something just clicked for me. Later that day, I stopped by the library before heading to my hotel room (yes, at this point I haven't gotten an permanent place to stay yet), and went on one of the computers and researched local colleges that trained someone to become an auto-mechanic. About 15 minuets later, I, and the sheets of college information I printed out, was rushed out the door as the computer I was on kind of fritzed and burst into flames. Magic hates electronics.

I am pretty sure this was the point of no return for me. I decided then, that I was staying in America, and not going back to England. I spent the next week, when I wasn't working and looking at different colleges, going back and forth through the floo, to move my stuff. I shrunk everything down and put in a small bag that had extension and lightening charms; a temporary solution till I found an apartment. I was excited and scared, but mostly excited- is was my fresh start. I wasn't recognized here, unless you went to the cafe a lot, and that gave me relief. I could live normally here, have a job, go to school, and hopefully find someone.

Kingsborough Community College(A/N: I picked a random college online, I have absolutely no idea what they teach there, so lol.); I started school two months later; taking my core classes first. Thank Merlin, I kept up on my muggle studies over the years, or I would have been lost. It was an adjustment having to use a computer for most of my school work, I had to keep replacing lap tops, till one day I met another student, who realized I had a new laptop almost everyday, and told me there was a solution to my problem. See, he was a wizard too, and was part of the small community that resided in New York. American wizards had found a way to use electronics with out making them explode. There was a small cuff, that went on your wrist, that you could purchase at one of their shops, that stabilized your magic. I bought two, in case one broke, or got lost.

My boss at the cafe encouraged me to go to school, and often let me study during down times at the cafe. I finally found an apartment, which happened to be over the same cafe I worked for, ironically. It was funny, the owner had told me there was an apartment space, but that it was in no shape to live in, that he had never thought of offering it to me. I asked, that if I fixed the place up, if I could rent it out, and he couldn't say no. I went up after my shifts and would clear it out, mostly by muggle means so it wouldn't look suspicious, but on some of the harder stuff, I would discreetly use magic. I made the place livable, and comfy. I painted the walls a nice neutral color, put in all new furniture, with the comfiest couch and bed available. I also put in a computer and TV now that I wasn't going to fry everything.

My boss, while confused with how I had the money to afford everything, what with the small salary I made, was really just happy how it turned out. Now, if I ever move he had a place to rent out to people, and make some extra money. Life was going on, and I couldn't be happier.