"Soooo... who's who?" Harry asked, stopping outside of Coulson's office. And of course, Phil had an office on the plane.

Harry hadn't known what to make of the light emotion that had been running from the bond last week. He had thought... When Fury himself had come to visit him a week after the battle in New York, Harry had already known what had gone down. He had spent four days in bed, crying his heart out after... It had taken Clint coming to get him up before Harry would even leave his and Phil's apartment.

"Everyone, this is Harry Potter," Phil introduced, gesturing to Harry.

"Jemma Simmons," Coulson started, gesturing to the young brown haired woman that was standing beside a young man. "SHIELD scientist, specializing in biochemistry. Two PhD's."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Impressive."

Jemma smiled. "Another British citizen?"

"Oh," Harry grinned. "You're british too, huh? Well, this will certainly be fun. It's been a while since I've gotten along with anyone from Britain. Have any tea around?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact I do," Jemma replied then raised an eyebrow of her own. "Did something happen in Britain?"

Harry sighed, feeling Coulson's hand on his back, reassuring. He was also sending quiet support through the bond and it was... wonderful to feel. So wonderful. The bond had kind of gone dead that day in July, when he had heard reports of there being aliens in New York City. He had known instantly what had happened. "It's a long, long, unpleasant story."

"Unpleasant?" The other younger woman asked. She was standing by the black haired guy, the one that had pulled his gun on Harry when he had landed on the jet. "What kind of unpleasant?"

"Uh, you really don't want to know," Harry remarked, running a hand through his hair. "Who would you be then?"

"Skye," she replied.

"She's training to be a SHIELD agent," Coulson commented.

"Oh," Harry said then grinned. "You the one that asked about spying on us?"
Skye narrowed her eyes. "Yeah. How'd you-"

Coulson sighed. "He has his ways."

"Trade secret," Harry explained, grin widening. "Only a few people know about me."

"Is that a special way of saying 'classified'?" Skye asked, more than a little skeptical. "There's a lot of 'classified' information that I don't know and it's bugging me."

Harry snorted. "Welcome to SHIELD. There's probably more classified information than there is in the military."

Phil grinned. "I can neither confirm nor deny that."

"Of course you can't," Harry replied, smiling and taking a step or two closer to Phil.

"Does your unpleasant story have anything to do with what happened in London about 10 years ago?" Simmons asked, looking in between Harry and Coulson.

"Jemma?" the guy right next to Simmons glanced at her.

"One of the bridges over the river was destroyed," Jemma commented, staring at Harry. "We were told it was a terrorist group."

"Kind of," Harry replied then looked more than a little pleadingly at Coulson.

"Moving on. Grant Ward," Phil said, gesturing to the man standing next to Skye. The other man had short black hair and brown eyes.

"Hi," Ward said, nodding at him.

"Man of few words, huh?" Harry asked.

"He's Skye's SO," Coulson added.

"SO? I'm not an expert with the military speak," Harry muttered.

"Senior officer," Ward explained.

"How were you flying? Was that some kind of technology?" The younger man standing next to Jemma asked. "I saw your broom but there must be... It must be some kind of repulsor tech."

"No, not really. But close enough I suppose," Harry offered, glancing to Phil for an introduction.

"Harry, this is Leo Fitz," Coulson spoke. "He's works in engineering and this is Melinda May."

Harry turned to look at the other woman in the group, eyes widening. "The Cavalry? You got her as part of the team?"

May narrowed her eyes. "I have never heard of you before. Are you a SHIELD agent?"

"Just a consultant," Harry replied then shrugged. "And occasionally a boyfriend, I suppose."

Harry heard gasps coming from the team, mostly from Skye, Jemma and Fitz and grinned a little.

"You suppose?" Phil repeated, narrowing his eyes.

"You were alive the whole time, Phil! Oh, the next time I see Fury..." Harry grumbled, left hand going for his wand to make sure it was still there. "He's going to get a piece of my mind."

"How'd you know he was still alive?" Skye asked curiously.

"You know Fury?" Ward questioned.

Harry nodded to Ward then turned to Phil only to see him yawn.

"He knows Fury," Coulson confirmed. "Fury was the one to list him as a consultant. Will you guys be okay with him staying on the bus?"

"Of course," Jemma answered. "It'll be nice to have another Brit on board."

"I have no problem with it," Ward commented.

"Phil, what happened last week?" Harry asked as the two of them returned to Coulson's office. "Your mind reached out to an alarming degree and I was suddenly bombarded with emotion from you again."

"I've been having... nightmares ever since the battle," Phil answered quietly, going over to sit in the chair behind the desk. Harry stopped in front of the desk briefly then went over to plop himself on the desk, facing Coulson.

"What kind of nightmares?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes. "Are they bad?"

"If you consider waking up sweating and with my heart beating quickly bad then yes," Phil remarked then sighed. "The dreams have been of lying on a table, awake with..."

Harry watched as Phil shuddered, fear and pain coming through the bond and slowly pulled Coulson up and into a hug. They both melted into each other, months of not being together all flowing away. Months of having to bear that loss. "I'm here now. May I look?"

"Would you mind?"

"No, of course not. We're bonded. You have a bed in this place?" Harry asked. "It'll be easier for you if we do it on a bed."

"No ulterior motive?" Phil asked, with a teasing tone to his question.

"I think it's what we're suppose to do," Harry teased, smiling widely. "'Reunion sex.'"

Coulson laughed and stood up, moving to stand right before the wall on one side of the plane. Harry watched as he pushed a button and a door that hadn't been there before slid away to reveal a bed, one big enough for two people.

They both fell into it, lying side by side as Harry pulled his magic together.

"Ready?"

"It's not going to hurt, is it?" Phil asked.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "What part of 'we're bonded' did you not get?"

Phil chuckled. "Don't you mean 'married'?"

Harry gasped, hand going to his mouth like he was mock-offended. "Oh Merlin! Who told you?! How could you think I would do something like that?"

"You stealth married me," Phil retorted. "You tell me."

"Okay, so we are technically married the wizarding way," Harry grumbled, as Phil moved onto his back. Harry followed, crawling until he was lying over Phil. "Do you have anything to say about that?"

"I love you."

Harry felt his cheeks pink up a little and he sighed, looking down at Coulson, who was smiling. Joy was traveling through their bond, both ways. "I love you too."

Phil reached out a hand to draw Harry down into a kiss. It began slow but grew heated as Harry moaned, both of them having gone without for more than a few months. They both eventually pulled apart, the need to breathe tugging at them.

"You guys aren't on a case, right now, right?"

"No, we aren't. We have time."

"Good.