"I'll be right back," Harry said to the elf who had followed him into the room. "Could you please prepare refreshments for three and bring it when I call?"
"As Master wishes," Kreacher croaked before popping away.
Harry took a perverse pleasure in strolling down the stairs, disillusioning himself and slipping across the street to stand just behind the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. He waited until both were facing the other way, made sure that they weren't being observed, and dropped the charm.
"Can I help you, Director Fury? Agent Morse?" he asked.
The two spun around, Fury drawing his gun in the blink of an eye to point squarely at Harry's face; Bobbi's hands slipping behind her to grasp her batons, even though she didn't pull them.
"Potter!" Fury growled, holstering his weapon. "Yes, you can help us. You can start by inviting us in."
"Inviting you in?" Harry repeated, carefully acting bewildered.
"Don't play dumb with us," Fury retorted. "We tracked the GPS in your phone to this location, so we know that you're staying here. We just can't see where."
Harry grinned at the man. "Would you like to come in?"
"We'd be delighted, Harry," Bobbi replied.
"You'll need to hold on to me to get past the wards," Harry told them.
With only a slight pause, the two agents did so – Bobbi grasping his bicep, Fury his shoulder. As he led them across the street, he could tell the instant that the two saw the house, their hands gripped just a little tighter and Bobbi also took a sharp intake of breath.
"Don't touch anything," Harry warned as he led them inside.
"Why not?" Fury asked amusedly. "Afraid we'll try to bug the place?"
"Nope," Harry replied. "Wouldn't work, anyway. Electronics and magic don't play well together, although I think Tony's almost got that problem solved. No, the reason is that, before I owned this place, it belonged to my godfather. And his family weren't particularly fond of non-magicals. They truly did deserve the name 'Black'."
Once the three were seated in the downstairs parlour, Harry called Kreacher who stayed just long enough to place a tray with a teapot, three cups and an assortment of biscuits on the table before popping out again.
"What was that?" Bobbi asked, still staring at the spot that Kreacher had just occupied.
"House elf," Harry replied as he poured for the three of them. "Dead useful species, only really ever happy when they're working or cleaning for the families that they're bonded with."
Fury shook his head slightly before accepting the cup that Harry offered.
"What is it that I can do for you?" Harry asked.
"Firstly, I wanted to thank you for your efforts here in London," Fury began. "I've read the reports; seems that if it wasn't for you and Thor, things could have gone a whole lot differently."
"We did what was needed and we had some help," Harry replied.
"Doctors Foster and Selvig, along with Lewis and Boothby," Fury stated. "I've read their reports as well."
"Boothby?" Harry asked.
"Ian Boothby, apparently he's the intern of Miss Lewis," Bobbi supplied.
"Ah," Harry said.
"We've also secured Mister Boothby's silence; he won't be revealing your identity to anyone without either your or our permission," Fury stated.
"Thank you," Harry said, "I'd forgotten that he heard that from Malfoy; the others already know who I am, of course."
"Your welcome," Fury replied. "But that's not the reason that I'm here. I hear that you met my man Coulson."
"Phil. Yes. He and his team," Harry replied. "That was a bit of a shock."
"Who've you told?" Fury demanded.
"No one, yet." Harry replied.
"I'd like you to keep it that way," Fury said.
Harry stared at the man. "You don't think the Avengers should know?"
"No. I don't. They don't need to know," Fury stated flatly. "Coulson and his team are covert, only those who need to know about them do so. They can get in places and situations and do the job that other teams and agents can't."
"The Avengers would be happy to back them up when or if they need it," Harry replied.
"The Avengers draw too much attention to themselves, something that Coulson and his team don't need," Fury retorted.
"Fine. We'll stay away. But that doesn't mean that they can't know that Phil survived. Every one of them was affected greatly by his 'death' and they'd give anything to know that he'd survived," Harry said.
"I don't want them knowing," Fury stated emphatically.
Harry stared at the man. And while Fury's stares were good, Harry'd stared with the best – Snape and Moody among them. Finally, Fury relented.
"I can't order you to not tell them – you're not a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent – but I can ask," he said.
"I'll think about it," Harry finally replied. "But no promises.
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