Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Avengers/Iron Man. They belong to their respective owners and I'm making no money out of writing this and it's purely for fun.
My friends and I were complaining about the lack of Tony/Harry slashy goodness in the fanfic world, so I decided to write my own. I'm still writing Easy Fix, don't worry but I've also been reading WynterRavenheart's story A Better Sort of Happinnes (if any of you are interested in a re-imagined Loki/Tony this is the fic for you). It will be Tony/Harry eventually and will be told in drabbly little scenes. This probably won't be long but I just wanted to put something out as I try to get my mind to come up with the next scenes for Easy Fix since only the later scenes want to be written. Enjoy and tell me what you think.
The first time that Harry met Tony Stark he was just about to close his little bakery shop, Bite Sized. The shop was located just outside Grand Central Station in New York City so it had its fair bit of customers who only come in for the coffee and the tourists that come in for the baked goods. There were of course the dedicated customers who came in just as the doors opened at one to get their cup of coffee and their muffins. He had even been told once by a customer that he had rearranged his lunch time in order to get the muffins just as Harry opened the doors.
Stark, on the other hand, didn't come to the shop just as he was opening the doors; he had just stormed into the place just as Harry was going around the counter to lock everything down. He had on a nicely tailored grey suit and his hair was floppy on one side and flat on the other, a pair of sunglasses in one hand, though the sun hadn't been out in a week due to the horrible weather, so the sunglasses were completely useless. Not to mention that it was ten at night so the sun wasn't even out.
"Coffee! Tell me you have coffee," he demanded as he slammed his hands on the counter and leaned forward to get in Harry's face.
"We have coffee, yeah," Harry said, with a cautious nod. "Though I sold the last cup a while ago, mate."
He made a noise in the back of his throat that had Harry taking a step back. "Can you make another cup?"
"I suppose," Harry answered and looked over to the just cleaned coffee machine. "Are you willing to wait ten minutes for it to be done?"
"Sure, sure," he nodded, his hair flopping to and fro. He seemed to notice the hair and looked at himself on the glass of the display cabinets to fix his hair. "Hey, what's that there?"
Harry turned around at the question while he made sure that the coffeemaker was plugged in. Stark was pointing at the tray of remaining baklava and had his head cocked to the side in confusion. "Baklava. They have pistachios in them so if you're allergic to nuts I wouldn't suggest eating them."
"Are they good?" Stark asked, his nose was pressed to the glass that Harry had cleaned ten minutes beforehand. "They look good."
"They're sweet," Harry shrugged. "If you're not going to sweeten your coffee, they're good."
Stark spent half an hour at the bakery eating his baklava while Harry cleaned up around him and finally switched the open sign to closed humming all the while. Harry didn't think it was humanly possible to drink an entire cup of coffee that hot with the speed that Stark shugged it down, or to ask for more when he was done. By the time he was finished with the baklava he was on his third cup of coffee and making contented noises under his breath.
"This is really good coffee," he commented as he stood from his chair and wiped at his mouth with some napkins and leaned against his seat contentedly.
"Thank you," Harry smiled brightly. He took the dirty plate and cup and put them on the back counter to clean later while making sure that things were unplugged and that he could finally go home. When he turned around to ring up Stark there was a fifty on the counter and Stark was nowhere to be seen. He frowned and gave a deep suffering sigh at the ridiculousness of busy people before checking the money wasn't counterfeit and taking out the small notebook by the register to note that Stark paid with a fifty and didn't get any change back.
The second time Stark came to the bakery he brought along a pretty redhead that had a phone stuck to her ear and seemed to be trying to placate someone on the other end of the phone. This time the man's hair wasn't in disarray but was stylishly slicked back with some type of hair product.
The pretty redhead put her phone down and smiled brightly at Harry. "Can I get a caramel hazelnut macchiato, please?"
Harry blinked at the request and then looked back at the two coffeemakers he had in his tiny shop. One was for regular coffee and the other was for decaf. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but when he did have it he had it with a little milk and that was about it. He was never sure when a little milk was too little or too much so he usually left the sugar, milk, and other little add-ons on top of the counter for the costumers to help themselves.
"Ah, I only have regular and decaf," he said slowly and then pointed to the tray with the add-ons carefully. "If you want to add something it's usually on this tray. Sorry."
The redhead's nose crinkled slightly and she looked over to the grinning Stark skeptically. She picked up the container of vanilla sugar and the container of regular sugar with a raised brow.
"I guess I'll have a large regular, then," she said.
"Make that two," Stark added from beside her. "I want mine with whipped cream on top." He looked at the display case of small cakes and muffins and stepped forward slightly. "Oh, oh, are those blueberry muffins?"
"Yes," Harry answered as he put the two takeaway cups in front of them. He moved towards the fridge under the main counter and took out the siphon bottle to decorate the top of Stark's coffee cup with the desired whipped cream. "The muffins might still be a bit warm from the oven," he added as he swirled the nozzle around the cup.
"Tony, there are muffins in the conference room," the redhead said with a roll of her eyes.
"There's also coffee," Stark shot back as he picked up his coffee and sipped at it. "But not this kind of coffee so I'm getting this coffee and two blueberry muffins. Warm blueberry muffins, Pepper. I'm not sharing my muffins with you."
"Let's all hope you don't," she said with a roll of her eyes as she picked up the vanilla sugar and one of the stirring sticks.
Tony grinned at her boyishly and put his cup down as he took out what appeared to be his wallet.
"It's fine. You didn't get your change from the last time you were here. I can just deduct it from that and give you your change," Harry said quickly as he waved his hand from side to side to discourage Stark from taking his wallet out.
"Hey, no. That was as a thank you for giving me coffee when you were already closed," Tony said brightly and handed over a twenty and picked up his paper bag of muffins and his cup. "You can keep the change."
"But that's fifteen dollars!" Harry exclaimed as the doors closed behind the two people. The redhead already had the phone back on her ear and Stark was licking the whipped cream on top of his coffee.
Stark didn't come by Bite Sized for two months but by the time he figured out why the man had been pronounced dead on the telly after an explosion had taken out the convoy he was in during a weapon's demonstration in Afghanistan.
Two months after Stark was pronounced dead he appeared again. He was malnourished, hurt, a bit darker, and was sporting a glowing blue orb in his chest.
That night Harry watched the entire interview and idly wondered what Stark would do now that he was no longer making weapons while toasting the man's will to live.
He was making his way home from the bakery one Saturday evening when a plane or jet flew above his head. He peered up at the disappearing quadruple jets of fire and wondered just what the Americans had made that would be that small and what it could possibly be used for.
"You'd think people would learn," he muttered to himself as he crossed the street onto 39th and made his way to his building. "Evening, Mr. Fray," Harry greeted cheerily towards the older fellow at the front desk of the building. He put a bag of muffins and a large cup of coffee in front of him and made his way towards the elevator banks.
"Thanks, Mr. Potter," the man said with a bright smile and saluted him with the coffee cup. "And a good evening to you, too, sir."
Thanks for reading. And don't forget to check out WynterRavenheart's story if Loki/Tony is your cuppa. I look forward to hearing from you.