AN: Here it is the first chapter of the sequel you were all waiting for.:D Enjoy!
Pairing: hopefully Tony/Harry (still in the works, that one ;))
Beta: the still awesome llLethell - thank you dearest!
Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? It's fanfiction people, that means: Me NOT own...-_-'
Warning: a bit of swearing, crude humour, mention of violence, fem!Harry and Tony Stark - because his presence in any fiction should come with a warning. ^_~
"Is that coffee?" Tony asked as he ambled into the kitchen. Bleary eyed and with his hair defying gravity - a fashion which was kind of cute. Harry hid a smile by taking a sip from her own cup.
"Yes. Black as your soul and twice as sweet," she answered just as he poured himself a cup.
"My type, then." He grinned, and downed half of it.
It was still early morning, the sun barely up in the skies, and for once the Tower was quiet. Tony wanted to enjoy the moment, but his mind was never one to sit still. And speaking about that…
"Your cat was in my room last night. Again," he said matter-of-factly.
Harry cocked an eyebrow mockingly. "And what do you expect me to do about that? She goes wherever she pleases. Cats do that, you know."
"Hmm." He let the matter drop, the subject not important enough to detract him from the sacred task of worshiping the drink of the gods, a.k.a. coffee.
"Morning," called Steve, stepping bright-eyed into the kitchen and heading to the fridge. Tony eyed him distrustfully, with the glare late-night partiers reserve for those bright morning people that live only to mock them. Tony scowl deepened even further when he saw Captain America pour himself a glass of milk and down the whole thing in three large gulps.
"Heathen," he stage whispered and then pretended to ignore the puzzled looks Steve send his way or the way Harry was smiling fondly.
Just then there was a shuffle and a bang, and the automatic doors opened to let a half-asleep doctor Banner into the kitchen as well. Glasses askew, and clothes wrinkled as if he'd slept on them, Bruce paid the other people in the room no mind as he made a beeline for the freshly brewed coffee. Rather than taking a cup he looked ready to drink the whole pot, just barely restraining himself as a semblance of civility let itself known. He never resembled his alter-ego more than in that moment as he stood indecisive with the half-full pot in one hand, and an empty cup in another, as if he wasn't sure as what to do with them, and Tony was glad he was awake enough to appreciate the show.
And judging by the amused glances and the quiet snickering he could detect from his companions, they were equally entertained.
Finally coming to a difficult decision, Bruce had the first taste of his coffee and only then he realized he had an audience.
"Hello," he called, a bit sheepish while watching their amused faces – he just knew he was the cause of – when his mind registered there was someone new sitting at the kitchen counter.
"Hello, Doctor Banner," Harry called with a smile, "I'm pleased to finally meet you. Tony talks about you all the time. I'm Harry Potter."
"He does?" grasping the extended hand gingerly, Bruce observed the woman greeting him so normally. Rather petite, with a slender frame, messy black hair and luminous green eyes, she was striking while not being beautiful in the classical way. Still, she had this quality about her that made everyone want to take a second, closer look and Bruce almost felt under her spell, when he finally woke enough to realize something. "Funny, he never mentioned you before."
"Ah, that's because I'm Tony's little secret." She smiled even wider, Cheshire-like.
"And now you make me sound like I'm a pervert." Quipped Tony, from where he stood next to the cabinets.
"You mean to tell me, you're not?" Harry bantered back.
"Now wait just a minute. Who was the one who was ogling my chest before we even met?"
"Oh, so it's my fault you hanged me up directly facing your workbench? Or that you like prancing around half-naked?"
"Well in my defense I was in my private lab. How was I supposed to know you could talk?"
Ignoring the bickering pair, Steve moved closer to Bruce and asked in sotto-voce. "Do you…understand what they are saying?" he was afraid that all this talk was another future related reference that was flying him by.
"Not a clue," Bruce whispered back. "And I'm kind of afraid to ask," he continued and then wisely decided to focus on his drink.
"Oh," responded Steve and when it seemed the two of them was almost ready to fight for real, he cleared his voice.
Confronted with two pair of glaring eyes he put on his best fake smile and asked. "So, how did you two meet?"
Tony glanced at Harry, who shrugged. "Don't look at me to tell the story. I was still asleep for half of it."
"Alright," he conceded. "But let's move in the living room. It's kind of a long one and I want to sit down. And I'm only telling this once, so don't interrupt or ask questions until told to do so."
"Whatever you say, boss!" Harry was the first to jump off the chair and head to the living room, while Bruce and Steve followed more sedately.
For just one moment Tony debated the wisdom of his action - after all how Harry and him met was nobody's business. But with Harry sticking around for a longer time than usual, something he'd been clued into the moment he entered the kitchen and saw her there, serenely sipping coffee as if there was nowhere in the world she would rather be, he'd know the story would have to be told to his teammates someday.
At least, with him telling it, he could choose which private details could be left unspoken.
Setting himself comfortably on a sofa he'd long ago claimed as his own, not that it really deterred Thor from sitting on it when the Norse God was hanging around, he began his story to his attentive audience.
"It all began with Pepper hounding me to sign some papers…"
AN: What do you think? Please let me know in a review! "the still shameless author" :D