AN: Alright so, basically this whole story was a lead up to this last chapter. Enjoy!

"Shit! Fury!"

"Tony, what's going on?"

"What's going on? What's going on with you?"

Harry paused as he heard various voices through the phone, Jarvis talking and Tony typing very quickly. "Uh, shit's going down here. And you?"

"Fury and Romanoff put every single bit of SHIELD information online," Tony muttered, cursing under his breath. "Every single piece of classified information. Everything. What the fuck were they thinking? It's been only two years since the Battle of New York but still. Fuck. I knew there was something about SHIELD that didn't seem right to me."

"I presume I missed something."

"So… SHIELD was kind of half HYDRA," Tony spoke through the phone. "And Cap went all… Captain America and did the heroic thing with his boyfriend and… Helicarriers and information going online. It's a shit storm."

"Rogers has a boyfriend?"

"From what I'm seeing, yeah. Something about him being a brainwashed assassin," Tony said. "I can't talk for long. What's going on with you and the wizards?"

"Uh… we're kind of on the run here."

Silence filled the air as Tony processed that.

Harry turned to see Hermione signaling him as their patrol came back. "The non magicals over here are… paranoid and full of fear and hatred. Hermione sent everyone to safe houses, not that we all had safe houses but you get the point."

"Are you safe?"

"For now. We might… I might bring… I don't know if it will get this bad but… We might need to crossover to your world permanently. You have gods and giant green men on your planet. They'll accept us, won't they?"

"They will. It's only one green man," Tony muttered frantically. "I don't even know where Brucie is right now but I need to focus… Don't make me come over there."

"Jarvis is helping," Harry said, peeking out through the windows of the home. It just happened to be Malfoy Manor that they were in right now, that was holding fifty witches and wizards. Draco was going crazy, stuck in the house with everyone, but it was better this than… the alternative. "Besides, it's never been that way before. It's just been me traveling across to your world. For some reason. I don't think we ever figured that out."

"Shit!"

"Tony?"

"SHIELD had all of the agents undercover on a private folder and all of their families listed," Tony muttered. "What the fuck were they thinking?"

"You mean that's all public now? That's..."

"It's not right. Harry…"

"Yeah, we both have jobs to do. Good luck."

"It might be time to go big or go home," Tony said, flipping the phone to video and peering at him.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Tony's words, as he turned on the video on his phone. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know but I'm figuring it out as I go," Tony remarked, scowling at something. Maybe Harry had dried blood on his face from yesterday, when he had witnessed a group of wizards and witches gunned down by American tanks and aircraft. Or maybe it was happening upon a dragon sanctuary and finding all the dragons massacred. Raiding a non magical laboratory in Russia and finding half dissected werewolves.

"Me too. Love you," Harry said.

"I love you too," Tony whispered shakily, meeting his eyes. Harry's heart skipped a beat at the admission from the other man and warmth filled him. "Don't die."

"I won't. I'm a little hard to kill."

"Says the man who died once."

Harry grimaced at the reminder. "I didn't stay dead. That was one time."

"Keep it at one time. I'm not losing you too."

"Tony, you're not losing me," Harry said, wanting so badly to be there right at Tony's side but he had his own shit to figure out. "If we need to, we'll come out in the same general area as you."

"Noted."

Harry glanced down at his Stark phone and then up at the veil, breathing hard and sweaty. It had been two days since he had talked to Tony and since then survivors had been piling into the British ministry. To the chamber that held the veil. Ever since he had made the speech on Potter radio, the radio that people still listened to years after the war, wizards and witches had filed into the building. Some by the muggle entrance while others portkeyed in or flooed in.

The chamber was now over crowded with hundreds of people, families and magical creatures that could fit in. Most of them carried bags and spelled trunks that they themselves carried magical creatures. There were no less than a thousand folk but considering the numbers…

Great Britain used to have 40,000 wizards and witches spread out amongst countries. Harry didn't even know how many America and every other country in the world had had but he knew they were already evacuating by some other means and through another portal. Some magical countries had come together to bring their lands and countries out of time altogether, shifting their world into another time or dimension. Some had been massacred entirely and Harry had seen what that had looked like.

Hermione was standing at the forefront of the refugees, directing them to different parts of the chamber. The sounds of bombs being dropped outside filled the room and everyone flinched. The wards had flickered and gone down the day before and their strongest wizards and witches had died with them. Harry had taken to pacing, waiting for everyone to file in, waiting for the last possible moment to start giving orders.

Everyone was looking to him, Hermione and Ron. The Golden Trio. The Weasleys were in one corner, helping with what they could. Most of their school friends had made it while some had not, lost to Merlin knew where. Some had decided to survive on their own but it was a small number. Most knew they couldn't hold on. The non magical military forces were too many and too much, with their tanks, aircraft and satellites that picked up heat and sound.

"Alright, everyone." Harry touched a finger to his throat, spelling his voice loud enough to make it over to everyone. "I know this sounds a little shady to many of you-"

"You're Harry Potter. We'll follow you!"

Hermione sighed as Harry exchanged glances with her but she nodded, gesturing for him to speak. They were following his lead in this, in their last, desperate hope. "This veil led me to another world years ago and I hope it will do the same now."

The veil was quiet but he could hear the sounds of waves and that was definitely familiar. Tony's Malibu home was right on top of the ocean, practically, and seeing as there was no ocean next door, he hoped it was the right… portal. Or whatever.

"The world will be new to everyone, I know. But I think it will accept us. Now time to line up and follow me."

Harry walked over to Hermione's side, peering down at Hermione and Ron's children. Rose and Hugo were huddled together, cared for by their grandparents. "Everyone here?"

Hermione paled but nodded slightly. "I left a note, visible only to people who wield magic. I don't think there are very many… other survivors though."

Harry nodded and watched as everyone jostled and moved and pushed each other. "No cheating here. Our wards will hold until we're all through. Make sure to hold onto your piece of rope. I don't want anyone getting lost or hurt."

Everyone wrestled with the specially charmed rope, tying it around their waists, as they stepped into line. They could hear yelling through the charmed great doors, spooked yelling that told Harry that the non magical military forces had found George's booby traps.

"Alright. Follow me."

Harry watched as everyone nodded and then he turned around, clapped Ron on the back and squeezed Hermione's hand, before stepping through the veil.

Harry tumbled to the ground minutes later to a sun swept landscape and to a very unfamiliar landscape ahead of him. The area around them looked to be… Washington, D.C, not Malibu. The monuments of the non magical people were littered out in front of them. His heart thumped in his chest at the successful landing, more like an escape, and turned to look behind him, hoping that most of their people had come through safely. At the sight behind him, he sighed in relief, seeing all of the people who had arrived at the ministry all laid out on the ground. Some were unconscious while others looked around, probably curious as to where they now were.

Molly and Arthur kept people calm, tending to the unconscious folk. Draco, too, surprisingly helped and Harry nodded to him. Civilians from behind them yelped and gaped at the sudden appearance of a group of hundreds of people.

"What now?" Hermione questioned, slipping her fingers into Ron's.

Harry pulled out his Stark phone and smiled as Jarvis pulled up information. "Tony knows we're here. Jarvis says to sit tight."

Hermione nodded and began to check if people needed help. There were a lot of crying children and worried adults and frantic people and Hermione knew what needed to be done. Harry turned to look up at the mansion, his knees buckling as his magic wobbled. He closed his eyes as his magic unconsciously sunk into the earth beneath him, linking him to this planet and to this universe. He had a feeling that there would be no more trips back and forth anymore.

The sound of jets drew his attention not an hour later and he sucked in a tight breath as he looked up. Five of the SHIELD jets that he had seen two years ago came soaring towards them in the sky, circling the wizards and witches before landing ten minutes later. Behind them came troop carriers that were obviously of the same model, their jets quiet and smooth.

The ramps lowered and Harry padded to the front of his people, unsure whether or not to draw his wand, as black suited soldiers ran out. He knew Tony had said that SHIELD had been half HYDRA but he wasn't… He didn't know how to tell the difference between them.

"Potter? Are you Potter?" The soldier in the lead called out, as about ten soldiers flanked them. Harry could see pilots in the cockpits of each jet… quinjet, as they were called, keeping the engines on and then turned to look at the lead soldier.

"SHIELD or HYDRA?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

"SHIELD. The Director said you'd ask. He wants you as soon as possible. He also said to mention a cone of privacy."

Harry snorted, grinning a little. "But… why does Director Fury want me? Also… why does he know about that?"

"That's all the Director said. He wants to get your people to a safe spot immediately."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Fury said that."

The soldier didn't say anything but beckoned them back to the quinjets.

"Harry, do you trust them?" Hermione asked, as Harry turned around to confer with his friends.

"These men… maybe not. But I think I trust Director Fury. I trust Tony with my life and he obviously talked to Fury about this."

Hermione looked at Ron, who shrugged, and then nodded. "Very well. Let's go everyone!"

"The Director will want to see you personally, Potter," the lead soldier said. "We'll take you in the lead quinjet."

"Fine."

Harry watched as every witch and wizard began to pile up onto the various jets, watched as the jets took off up into the sky and then followed the soldiers. The sun gleamed down on the jet as Harry walked up the ramp, watching as it closed behind him. The jet took off and the pilot steered it expertly through the sky and out of the city proper.

He watched as the city fled by underneath them, watched as they left the land behind and rose up further above the Atlantic Ocean. It didn't take him long to realise where they were going, seeing the three giant… "What the fuck are those?"

"Helicarriers, sir. Stark's design, I'm told," the pilot remarked. "Never seen one better in all my years of flying."

"Of course it is," Harry muttered, his eyes widening at the sight of the three… helicarriers in the air. They looked a little battered but they were still flying, their engines running. All three of them had multiple guns on each side, pointing down and presumably offline. "Wow."

"Should have known really. What with HYDRA coming out of hiding and Fury disappearing," the pilot continued. "Stark really knows his game."

Harry blinked and watched as their quinjet pulled above one of the helicarriers and landed, flying flat and parallel to the deck. Men and women ran about the deck, wearing compact air masks. Soldiers stood in careful spots all over the deck, alert and watchful.

"What happened in the last few days? Tony didn't tell me really anything and I haven't…"

"The Director will fill you in. He's been busy but… I like him. He's proved himself."

Harry blinked again and heard the landing ramp lower.

"Director's on the command deck, through that door. He'll see you."

Harry nodded idly and walked back out of the jet, fit on an air mask and followed the two soldiers who followed him.

"He's just through there. Cap's in there too but you'll be wanting to see the Director."

He walked across the deck and pushed the door to the command deck open, his eyes widening at the sight that met him. He pulled off his air mask and dropped it on the table that was clearly there for that reason. Several dozen people worked at computers across the deck and a table sat not too far away. Romanoff and Hawkeye sat at two seats, looking at where the command deck was.. The giant green man was nowhere to be seen and Thor was also not here. Captain America was not here also.

Harry continued to walk past the table, nodding to the men and women he passed, and stopped. He froze at the sight of Tony standing in the center of three monitors, talking through an earpiece that was probably a phone. Tony was in a suit and tie but something more… suited to combat. Definitely comfortable and all black.

The wall of the helicarrier ahead of Tony was floor to ceiling windows that looked out over beautiful clouds.

"Tony?"

Tony turned around and smiled widely, his brown eyes narrowed but lit up, with energy. "Harry!"

Tony took three steps and met Harry mid command deck. Harry pulled him into a kiss, quick and hot and Tony groaned, before pulling back.

"Where's Director Fury? I was told he wanted to talk to me."

"Fury… is no longer Director of SHIELD," Tony remarked, shrugging. "You got here safely?"

"Yes, we did. What do you mean by…" Harry trailed off, tilting his head in confusion as he pondered what he had seen. "The Director… You're the Director of SHIELD now?"

Tony nodded, frowned, and turned to look at where the Black Widow and Hawkeye were.

"It's been a long couple of days, merlin," Tony muttered, his eyes narrowing.

"Fucked up two days?"

"Yes. You could say that."

"The Director of SHIELD though? Why not Iron Man?"

Tony met his eyes easily. "Easier than buying your love."

Harry let out a strangled laugh and elbowed him. "I already love you. I'm not buying it."

"Easiest way to protect you and your people and the people on this planet. Everyone."

Harry stared at Tony, taking him in and sizing him up in a new light. "I can see it. Director Stark."

"I can liaise with the world council for a place for your people to live. And I have Loki's alliance for…" Tony made a hand wavy motion and gestured to a door that led off to the right. "Besides… office sex."

"What about Stark Industries?"

"Pepper's got it."

Harry grinned and tugged him into a kiss. "What about Iron Man and the Avengers?"

"Rhodey'll handle it and I'll join when it's necessary," Tony muttered, stepping back and peering at one of the monitors. "He's War Machine now."

Harry grinned and slipped his fingers into Tony's. "This about what we saw?"

"We need to be ready. What better occupation than Director of reborn SHIELD to protect the world?"

"Might need to work on SHIELD's PR," Harry remarked. "Encourage the trust of enhanced people."

"That's where you'd come in."

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?" Harry questioned, peering over to Hawkeye and Black Widow. "What'd they think?"

"Of course I have. I'm a genius," Tony retorted. "I don't know what they think. I don't know what Cap thinks but we have his boyfriend in the infirmary under guard. Think you could take a look at him?"

"I might need a better security clearance for that," Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "You think there's a shower somewhere around here? Being on the run is exhausting."

"What better security clearance than being the husband of the Director?"

Harry blinked and turned around, meeting Tony's hesitant expression. "Tony?"

"I'd get down on one knee but you know, gotta keep up appearances."

Harry snorted and wrapped around the other man and reeled him in, pressing his lips to Tony's.

"Yes. If you're asking, yes."

AN: Alright, that's it for this story! I hope you guys enjoyed it!