149Here's my new story! It's a Harry Potter crossover with the Avengers. I'm not sure how long it will end up being, but hopefully more than a few chapters!
Disclaimer: I don't any of these characters.
Warnings: Slash, Harry/Tony, and others that I haven't come up with yet.
Posted: 8/8/14
Edited: 11/23/14
Chapter 1
Manhattan, New York was nice in the summer. It wasn't super hot, like some places were, but at the same time, the winter was as cold as he'd ever felt before. Harry decided he liked living in the American state, and he wanted to stay for as long as he could. With his mind made up, the Master of Death set up a business to pay his rent in a crappy looking apartment building that no one else but very shady characters lived in. In reality, he didn't need a job, and he certainly didn't need to live in said dump, but Harry didn't like to spend the money his father, and grandfather saved up over their lives. He would keep it full for as long as he could, hopefully to pass on to a child in the future.
Being immortal, though, put a bit of a downer on things like that. He didn't want to get into a relationship with someone who would grow old while he just sat there, staying twenty-one his whole life. He certainly didn't want to see his children die as he stayed immortal. It would break his heart, and he wouldn't even be able to die to see them all again because Death decided he—Death is a guy, Harry found out when he first tried to kill himself and Death showed himself to Harry—liked the teen too much to let him destroy the Deathly Hallows, which was what Harry had planned on doing.
So Harry decided to travel. Britain was too interested in his life right now; they all wanted to know everything he did, every day of his life. He hadn't liked the prying when he was eleven, and he sure didn't like it now, so he moved. He went out of the country, getting a crappy apartment and starting his own business.
The business was actually something he didn't think he would be good at. It was a computer software engineering business. He built software for computers to use. They were actually quite genius, despite how most of the computer technology out right now was more amazing than ever before. He wished he could get together with Bill Gates and compare notes, but he would do this if only he wouldn't become famous and noticeable because of it. And if he somehow popped up a hundred years from now with the same exact look as he was now, well, people might get suspicious.
Of course, the one person that Harry really wanted to meet was Tony Stark. Tony Stark was a computer genius! He was like a computer god or something. Reading about that man's discoveries was a gift by itself, but using that man's discoveries was like a dream come true. Harry always felt like a complete nerd whenever he thought about Tony Stark or computers, but he couldn't help himself. Being a wizard, most thought he would become an auror or a healer or something that involved magic, but honestly, ever since Dudley had thrown away the laptop he'd somehow broken just by turning on, he'd been addicted.
He'd accidentally fixed the computer with his magic (apparently, the 'no electricity' rule with magic was just another way to keep muggleborns from bringing new stuff to the wizarding world). Anyways, after he'd fixed it, he'd started playing around with it. At first, he was confused, and had absolutely no clue what anything did. After a while, though, things started clicking, started making sense. Harry, plus his magic, started doing things with that old computer that no one had ever done before, and he was proud of himself.
After the war was finished, the press went crazy, so Harry moved to New York to find peace, and to start his life of computers. He was surprised when a few months after he'd moved there, aliens attacked Manhattan. He'd secretly helped the avengers defeat them with his magic (well, he really did it to help Tony Stark, because he couldn't leave his hero out there alone, could he?), hoping that no one saw him. However, Harry hadn't realized that there were cameras around the city, set up by Stark to keep an eye out for crime. It was because of these cameras that a man in a black trench coat and an eye patch was in his home, uninvited.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Harry growled angrily, his fingers twitching for his wand. The man turned to look at him, looking unimpressed. Harry would like to see how unimpressed the man was when Harry killed him with a twitch of his wand.
"Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D and creator of the Avengers Initiative. I saw you fighting the other day on the cameras around the city. You took down those damn aliens like they were bugs under your feet. I want to invite you to join the Avengers Initiative." Harry was sure that Fury hadn't breathed once since he started speaking.
"Fighting? The aliens? Me?" Harry said innocently, relaxing his body slightly. "Nope, I'm pretty sure I ran screaming like a little girl, just like everyone else." Ha. Like that could happen. I've never been able to run away from people in danger. Stupid hero-complex. Fury looked as convinced with his lie as his inner self was.
"Right. I've got videos of you fighting, and that says so much more than your mouth." Frowning slightly, Harry sighed. This man was surprisingly a lot like Shacklebolt. Both were cryptic, and wanted him to fight for them.
"No. I don't want to fight for your stupid team of superheroes. It's not my thing. Now if you could please leave, I would really appreciate it. If you don't, then I'll make you. You've got those videos, right? You know I could do it without even breaking a sweat." Fury sneered, making Harry wonder if he was a hybrid child of Lucius Malfoy and Shacklebolt. Creepy.
"I figured you would refuse, so I decided that if I couldn't convince you, I would use you're weaknesses against you. You see, I've looked into you, Harry Potter. I may not have any information on your teenage years," he looked so frustrated that Harry couldn't help the smirk on his face, "but I do know that you have a strange infatuation with a certain Tony Stark, who happens to be part of the Avengers Initiative. If you join, you can see him every single day if you want. I have no idea why you would want to, but it's possible. Does that change your mind, Potter?" Harry felt like smashing the man's head into the wall, but refrained. That was blackmail, through and through. Somehow Nick Fury had figured out about his celebrity crush, and was using it against him. Spending every day with the Tony Stark was like a dream come true, and Fury knew that.
Hesitating, Harry almost agreed to join, but then he remembered the problems he had with joining a special task force before, and shook his head. "Sorry, but even Tony Stark couldn't get me to make that mistake twice. Nope. Now get out of my house." He started towards the man, when his bell rang. Fury smirked, and gestured for Harry to answer the door. Feeling like he'd been set up, Harry carefully made it to the door, keeping his eyes on Fury the whole time. Opening the door, he cast a quickly glance at who it was before doing a double take. There, on his dingy doorstep, stood Tony Stark himself. Harry felt like dying.
Just as he was about to give a fangirl squeal, he realized what was happening. Angrily, he turned to Fury. "You! You disgusting monster! Get out of my house right now, you evil, blackmailing beast!" He knew he was being dramatic, but he couldn't help himself. Here stood Tony Stark right in front of him, but he couldn't even enjoy it because he knew that if he did, Fury would take complete advantage of that and force him into the Avengers.
"Uh, should I come back another time?" Tony Stark asked awkwardly, and Harry turned to him with a tight smile.
"Probably not, seeing as Fury here is using you as an excuse to get me to join the Avengers. I like your work a lot, Tony Stark, but not enough to join your group of super heroes. So if that's why you're here, then please leave." Tony Stark looked skeptical, and then stepped inside, pushing past him almost rudely.
"Good thing that's not why I'm here, then, isn't it." He stepped up to Fury, who looked angry, and said, "Get out right now. I saw him first, and I want him. Now go away so I can snatch him up and take him home." Fury looked angry at first, then realized something probably sneaky and evil, and nodded, leaving Harry's apartment at last. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry turned to Tony, who was sitting on his clean couch, his feet up on his coffee table casually.
"If you're not here to convince me to be part of the Avengers, what are you doing here?" Harry asked curiously. Tony looked so much hotter in life than he did on pictures, the immortal wizard noted almost absently.
"You build computer software, right?" Tony asked, looking at him like he was an idiot. Feeling slightly lost, and a little insulted at Tony's tone, he nodded. "Well, I've seen your work, and used it myself. I tried to play with it, take it apart and figure out how it worked, you know how it is." Harry smirked slightly, knowing that the spell he'd put on all of his software to keep it from being messed with had worked perfectly. "To my surprise, however, I couldn't get it to open up to me, so I got angry, and tried to destroy it," this time, Harry winced at the thought of his beautiful work being destroyed, "but that didn't work either. So I decided to come to the creator himself and hire him, make him work for me so that I could have that genius technology under my belt."
Wow. That was all Harry could think. Tony Stark had no filter on his mouth, nothing to stop him from saying exactly what he wanted to say. It was insulting, but also a bit impressive. The insulting part stood out a bit more, though, so Harry shook his head and sighed heavily in disappointment.
"Well, I'm sorry to say that I don't particularly want to give up my secrets, nor do I want to work for anyone. I chose my line of business so that I could do what I love without people really knowing who I am. And plus, you need to ask nicely if you want people to do anything for you." Tony smirked and stood, walking closer until he was literally an inch away from Harry. The wizard hated how far he had to crane his head back to look the computer genius slash super hero in the eye.
"Is that so? Well then, please," he murmured as he smoothly slid his arms around Harry's thin waist to pull him flush against the billionaire hero. Harry didn't struggle, knowing that he had no chance physically and simply stared at Tony blankly. "Join my company. I'll pay you whatever you want, you can have all the vacation days you want, and you can have your own floor to live on in the Tower."
Shaking his head, Harry gently untangled Tony's arms from around his waist, and took a step back. "First of all, no, I'm not working for you. Second of all, I don't do it for the money. And lastly, Mr. Stark, I don't believe in working for men who sexually assault me. Now, I've asked many times already, and I mean it. Get out of my house and stay out." Tony looked frustratingly unconcerned.
"I'll come back another time. Be prepared to move into my tower, Harry. I can't wait to see you again." Rolling his eyes, Harry waved sardonically at Tony, pushing the man out of his dirty apartment. The super hero turned, catching Harry's hand in his and pulled them together again.
"Just so you know, I'm looking forward to being able to do this and more every day once you move in. Don't let your stubbornness rule you." With those surprisingly serious last words, Tony let Harry go and left the slightly dazed wizard's home at last.
Closing the slightly ajar door slowly, Harry slid against it until he was sitting on the floor. As he gazed blankly at the hall in front of him, he thought over the day. He hadn't done anything too exciting at all before Fury and Tony had dropped in. Going to the grocers was the only real thing he'd done that day, and now that he thought about it, the shrunken food was still in his jacket pocket. Pulling it out, he magically sent them to his fridge, not yet willing to stand.
Inside his mind, deep inside, he knew that he'd eventually give into Tony Stark's beautiful eyes and agree to work for the genius. That thought, no matter how scary, exhilarated him. Working for Tony, working with Tony, meant he had to get close to people again. Ever since he'd discovered he was immortal, he'd kept his distance from people. He didn't want to get attached, and he had always been antisocial anyways.
Feeling slightly scared and definitely overwhelmed, Harry stood and made his way to his bedroom to think. He'd had two proposals to think about now, and both deserved some deep thought.