"Why do we have to babysit the kid?" Tony Stark, billionaire, philanthropist, playboy, and self-proclaimed God, asked leaning against the table in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"I've already explained this. He's not a kid. He's a war hero and this entire organization, not the mention the entire world (including you, Stark) owe him a lot." Fury replied, looking exasperated.

"He's an 18 year old kid! You expect me to believe that he's this world's savior messiah person? I bet he's just a moody fame seeking little kid who thinks the world revolves around him." Tony replied, using hand gestures for emphasis.

"You would know all about that, wouldn't you, Stark?" Natasha said with a sneer from where she was standing next to Clint.

"Not the point here!" Tony shouted, ignoring the snickers coming from Bruce and Steve.

"Well here is the point. You are going to let him stay at Stark Tower and you are going to help him in any way possible. Listen to me right now, you owe this man your lives and he has seen and done too much to be thought of as a child. End of story. His plane comes in at six. He said he will arrive at Stark Tower at eight. Some people from a community of people like him want to meet him. He will probably be visiting them from time to time throughout his vacation." Fury said fiercely before stalking off, leaving the Avengers alone in the room.

"Seriously? I'm expected to just put up a kid for however long he wants? Oh, and witch-craft exists?" Tony shouted, turning to the Avengers for sympathy.

"Well, I'll admit that magic existing is a bit surprising..." Steve ventured, not wanting to be rude.

"Seriously Stark? You have entire floors of your Tower that you don't use. Just suck it up." Was Natasha's reply, not caring about being rude to people (specifically people named Tony Stark).

"Fine, but I hope this kid is everything you people say he is."

"Sir, a person has just entered the building. They seem to be running away from something. And they are slinking around as if hiding from something..." JARVIS said later that night.

"It's probably him." Bruce said, sitting on the coach in a room with all the Avengers.

"Fine. Tell him to come up, JARVIS." Tony said, pouting at being over-ruled.

DOWNSTAIRS

The mysterious guest was panting and looking around the corner that lead to the innocent looking doors with fear.

"Sir?" A mysterious voice asked.

"Hello?" The person asked, almost in fear.

"Yes, hello. Mr. Stark and the rest of the Avengers are waiting for you on floor 20. Just go to the elevators on your right." The voice said again.

"Thank you." The person said, heading toward the elevators.

ON FLOOR TWENTY

"He's coming up now." JARVIS said.

"Thank you JARVIS." Bruce said, when it was clear Tony wasn't going to. The elevator dinged right then and they all waited as their mysterious guest arrived, looking windswept and tousled.

"Hello. You must be Mr. Stark. I'm Harry Potter."