It had been a month since Steve had woken up in the 21st Century and he was definitely not having an easy time. He had started running around New York City to make the transition easier as suggested by his S.H.I.E.L.D appointed psychologist but nothing was the same. The diner he had loved going to was now a bar, the art studio he had spent several afternoons at was now an apartment building, even Central Park didn't look the same. On top of all this, someone was building a tall and hideous tower in the middle of Manhattan. How anyone could want to live there, Steve didn't know.

As he ran into a one of the few coffee shops where he could understand the menu and could simply order a black coffee instead of the various concoctions available all over the city he saw a boy whose hair changed from black to yellow for a minute. He would have believed it was a trick of light but it changed back to black a second later. As soon as this happened the boy took out a hat from his bag and shoved it on his head. Even though Steve was a curious person, he had a session with his psychologist in an hour which he wasn't looking forward to and was going to spend it telling her exactly what she and S.H.I.E.L.D wanted to hear so he let it go and focussed on a getting a coffee.

But apparently today was not going to be an easy day because the girl on the counter was busy staring at her phone, which Steve still couldn't get the hang of and thus the line was not moving. He started observing the things and people around him as he had been doing for the past month and saw an older man enter the shop and move towards the hair changing boy. The man was quite handsome even though he was average in height but the most attractive thing about him were his eyes. He had never seen such a shade of green and for the first time in a long time he wanted to take out his sketchbook and oil paints and find out if that shade could be replicated. The man and the boy talked in hushed tones, the boy looking a little panicked and the man looking worried but trying to be reassuring. Finally the man gave the boy a hug and took him out of the coffee shop. Steve had the strangest urge to follow them but the girl at the counter had finally looked up from her phone and he decided to get his coffee instead.

Steve had visited the coffee shop at exactly the same time for the past two weeks but he never saw either of them again. He was sitting at a small table in the shop on a chair that was too small for him trying to figure out how his phone worked. Why couldn't people be happy with landlines? He had asked Agent Coulson about something called the internet the other day and the man had very enthusiastically explained it to him. Steve was pretty sure the man had failed to notice his confused expression in all the enthusiasm, so here he was trying to find something called Google on his phone. He was busy trying not to break the phone when someone tapped on his shoulder and he saw the same kid from that day looking at him with amusement in his eyes.

"Yes? Can I help you?" He tried keeping the frustration out of his voice but apparently he had not succeeded because the boy looked even more amused.

"Do you want help with that?" the boy pointed at the phone. Steve wanted to say no but he really didn't want to ask Agent Coulson again so he nodded and the boy sat in the seat next to him.

"Oh this is the latest model of the Starkphone. You shouldn't be using this if you're not comfortable with technology."

"And how do you know I'm not comfortable with technology?"

The boy laughed and Steve was sure his eyes changed from chocolate brown to blue. "I have a lot of relatives who don't understand technology. My dad is one of the better ones but even he uses a really old model of the Starkphone. Here I'll help you understand the major functions."

"Don't you have school or something?"

"No I've come home for Easter and my dad had an urgent meeting. He'll be here to pick me up in an hour; I'll help you till then."

For the next hour the boy, whose name was Teddy sat next to Steve and taught him how to call, text and save numbers. Steve even knew how to Google things now which would make everything infinitely easier. He wouldn't have to rummage around libraries trying to find old newspapers and books on the war now. Even though Steve still wasn't a fan of all this new technology, he could get used to the internet. Soon Teddy got a call from his father who was waiting outside and in a hurry so he left after saving his number in Steve's phone and asking him to keep in touch.

Life wasn't as comfortable as he had hoped but he had at least figured out how phones worked, now he only had a thousand and one other things to catch up on.

Harry was pretty sure he was going to kill Tony. He had spent the last two days in meetings that led to nothing, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a week and Tony's last call to him had been something that sounded suspiciously like a goodbye. He had apparated to Stark Tower from Washington immediately after that call and seen his brother falling from the sky. The Hulk had saved him but he was going to die all over again when Harry got his hands on him. Before he could apparate to where Tony was lying on the ground, he heard his phone ring.

"How are you Jamie? Having fun with Uncle George?"

"Harry this is George. Jamie just saw Tony falling from the sky and won't stop crying. Is he okay? No one else is picking up there phone. Could you talk to him?"

By the time Harry had tried to console Jamie on the phone, apparated to George's apartment in the wizarding district of New York to console him in person and returned to Stark tower or what was left of it he was knackered. The tower seemed empty but he was pretty sure Tony was sleeping in his lab so he took the stairs and entered the lab. Tony was lying on the little bed he kept in the lab in boxers and his favourite AC/DC T-shirt but was sleeping fitfully. As soon as he heard Harry enter he was up and Harry immediately drew him in a hug.

"You stupid stupid man. You could've died."

"I think you're the last person who should berate me for this. You have died."

"I know, I just- urgh Tony- I was so worried and you didn't tell me anything about what was going on. I could've helped you."

"No you couldn't have. You have those Secrecy laws don't you. And I was perfectly fine, look at me, I'm perfectly fine."

"Stop making sense Tony, it doesn't suit you." Harry said but he knew he was going to lose this argument, just like he lost most his arguments with Tony. He was pretty sure Tony was the only person he knew who could out-stubborn him.

"I'm glad you're not dead. And if you want to talk about anything I'm here."

"Why would I want to talk about anything?"

"Because you look exactly how you did when I first saw you. Maybe a little less beaten up and a little more determined but something has happened. I won't force you but you should know I'm here."

Tony's eyes softened and he knew they would be getting drunk and sharing sob stories sometime in the next few days. Suddenly he jumped up and started walking towards his suit, "The Captain is helping clean up outside. I think I should go do it too. Good for PR."

"No, I'm going to give you a dreamless sleep potion, you're going to go to your bedroom and sleep till tomorrow morning. I'm going to bring the kids over tomorrow, they were worried about you."

Before Tony could argue for the sake of arguing Harry said, "I'll go and help out with the clean-up, donate some many, handle PR and call Pepper,"

"I love you my dear Harry", Tony took the bottle of dreamless sleep from him and started going up to his bedroom.

A few hours later, Harry was continuing due to sheer will and a bottle of pepper up. He had asked Pepper to handle donations and PR and helped move the citizens back to hotels or their apartments, if they were still standing. He had just carried a kid who had broken his leg to nearest ambulance when he tripped on a stone, and felt two strong arms around his shoulder and his waist. He looked up and saw Captain America supporting him and righted himself immediately.

"Green-eyes" the man gasped.

"Excuse me?"

"Uhmm nothing. Are you okay? You look like you'll fall any minute."

"Yes. I was going to go home, take a shower and sleep for a whole day after this."

"You should. Go and have a shower that is. I mean go and rest, Most of the work here is done."

"Yes I should. Thanks for catching me Captain. It was nice meeting you."

Harry was about to turn and head back to the tower when he heard "Steve. My name is Steve Rogers."

He smiled and extended his hand, "Harry Potter". Steve's had were bigger than his and softer than he had thought a soldier's hands would be. Only his mouth and eyes were visible because of his uniform but the eyes were a pretty shade of blue.

"I'll see you soon Steve." He smiled one last time at the Captain, walked to an alley and dissapparated to his room at the tower.