Disclaimer: I don't own anything Narnian, or the Marvel that snuck in there towards the end. Stupid Avengers movie… and Thor… and Captain America… and Iron Man. Yeah, prepare for slight crossover-ness.

Edmund's P.O.V

That was our first party; it was not our last either. In the coming months there were many. A lot of things had changed, unless it was a romantic relationship that was put on hold. Well my sibling's romantic relationships, I did not have one. Nor did I have the time to have one.

"Edmund," Peter whined, "Come and spar with me, there are girls out there and they keep trying to ask me out." I let out a hearty laugh and put down the French-English treaty that I had been poring over.

"No," I said amused, "But I will come down and help you fend off the scary, dreaded monsters known as the female race."

"Oi," Callie said holding a butter knife threateningly, I heard that. I let out another laugh and joined my brother downstairs. The lady's that had been visiting Susan, daughters of nobles and other families of import (My sister is nothing if not a snob) had left.

"Lucky brother," I said taking a seat and helping myself to the iced tea.

"Very," he agreed seriously, "What ever were you doing up there?"

"Reading over the French-English treaty, it's been considered invalid and there shall be another one written soon," I explained, "I was looking over the old one to see if there were any key points for us to think of."

"Everything is going well and yet you are still hard at work. England has already altered, in such a short time too," Peter commented, "And yet you want more?"

"More like the girls are set on world peace," I responded, pausing over the last word. World domination is more like it. In a less of an evil overlords more gentle and Wild Queens way of doing things.

Things in England had changed, kicking and screaming we had dragged in Narnian honour. Everything had a sense of elegance now; completely Susan's doing of course. She had also gotten to her ideal Narnian fashions. We had adapted to our surroundings as well. Cars and other machinery fascinated Peter, now that he did not have a kingdom to rule he studied these area's thoroughly and became something of a genius with them.

"You however, I believe would be content to tinker in your lab all day," I continued, "How is your progress coming along?" He gave me a cheeky grin and grabbed me by the hand to his lab.

I must admit the care he was working on was going to be a real work of art when it was finished. Unfortunately most modern tools frustrated my brother to no end; as such he… appropriated them for further use. Even going so far as to invent his own.

"Look at this," he said; diving into some such technological babble that I did not understand. Something caught my eye however.

"Still mucking about with that?" I asked pointing to the monitor.

"Yes," Peter said stubbornly, "Imagine a device that could connect the entire world, something that could share information and provide worldwide communication. I think that this could be the beginning of something huge."

"Yes, yes," I agreed having heard the speech all before, "A computer, I know."

"Good," he replied, "Now shoo, back to your boring legalise, I can finally start working again." I sighed and left him to it, knowing that there was only one workaholic worse than Peter, me.

"Is he at it again?" my dearest little sister Lucy said making her way upstairs her dress splattered suspiciously with some bloodlike substance.

"What have you been doing?" I asked distrustfully.

"I may," she said biting her lip, "May have beheaded a child murderer. Do not tell Susan." She shot her puppy dog eyes at me and scrambled upstairs.

"Lucy," I groaned. Only she would get away with something like that, then again the sheer amount of money she brought into the household… she could buy her way out of anything. Provided any official could see past that pretty face of hers.

"Ah, Edmund," Winston said, making his way inside holding a file, "Is your brother around?" There was an explosion under our feet. I raised my eyebrow.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked as I fetched the man a drink. He passed me the file.

"America has heard about the changes in the mother country and is sending someone to find out the alterations first hand," he explained.

"Government official?" I asked opening the file.

"Civilian. A man by the name of Howard Stark, he was involved with the creation of Captain America," Winston said.

"Captain America… you mean Steve Rodgers," I repeated racking my brains, "He is the one that took out that ship load of bombs and crashed into the artic. We owe him a lot, what's the angle on Mr Stark."

"They were friends, I think the American government is using this as an excuse to get him to stop looking for him," he said quietly, "But the man will probably get along with your brother. As they are both interested in the same field."

"You want the man to stay here," I said reading behind the lines. Thinking about this from a professional standpoint I had to conclude that this was the best place to have him stay. "Very well," I agreed, "I shall talk to my siblings about it."

"About that, he arrives today, should be here before nightfall," he said sheepishly, "I already gave him the address."

Winston left an hour later, after we had caught up. I went to look for my other siblings, Peter was still down in his lab and Susan was out. Lucy was pouring over a building plan, I read over her shoulder.

"Is that a brothel?" I asked with a sick sense of amusement. She let out a perverted laugh that somebody that looked as young as her should not have been able to make.

"No, no," she denied, "It isn't a brothel, yet. I bought it, after I redecorate it, stock it with alcohol and beautiful whores it's going to be my club house."

"Welcome to Neverland," I heard a voice chuckle in the doorway, "I thought that little girls are supposed to want doll houses."

"Well, in this case," Lucy responded, "My doll house is better than yours. Brother, I was unaware that we were to be having a guest."

"As of an hour ago, so was I. Winston forgot to ask again," I responded, "Lucy this is Mr Howard Stark, Mr Stark this is my sister Lucy, and I am Edmund. Welcome to Narnian House." Lucy curtsied and I shook his hand.

"Is it always like this," he asked with a look of wonder on his face. Lucy and I meet each other's eyes.

"Worse," we chorus. We showed him around and watched the look of confused wonder on his face. He looked as if he had stepped through the looking glass. We were standing outside when we paused.

"So you kids just live here with no parents?" he asked, "And your little sister buys brothels?"

"She's not buying a brothel, she bought a hotel and then she is going to employ her friends," I responded.

"What kind of little girl befriends whores?" Howard (Because that is what he had said to call him) asked with mirth, "Will you go to visit her 'clubhouse'?"

"The kind that will befriend anyone," I respond, "And if you wanted to get in through me, but me a drink first."

"You know kid, where I come from a comment like that is enough to get you thrown into prison or shot," Howard said. I let out a laugh.

"It used to be the same here, then we fixed it," I replied, "Oh and fair warning, do not flirt with the maid or my elder sister."

"Why?" he asked curiously. I thought about how best to phrase it.

"Because the maid is a former assassin and my sister is extremely possessive, she does not like it when other attempt to touch her stuff," I informed him.

"But what does that have to do with not flirting with them?" he wonder aloud.

"You are a genius are you not?" I asked archly, "Do the math." You could almost hear the sound of glass breaking, as he understood. I let out a loud laugh. "Come on, I'll show you Peters lab," I said physically leading him inside, "Not even an hour and we have already broken you."

Done and yes, Lucy owning a brothel is part of the plot and not just there to screw with your brains, remember she's mentally 28. Review me and tell me what you think.