Fuck, I'm So Sorry
The first time the Avengers met Ronald Weasley it was by... extreme circumstances. They were just having a hang out, the entire team there.
Natasha and Clint, back from one of their top secret spy missions. Bruce and Tony were dragged out of their labs, eyes wide and full of more than three hours of sleep. Thor was back from Asgard with a bottle of his people's finest mead. Steve, back from visiting Sam and Bucky at their home for which all three of them share.
They were in one of the more formal living rooms of Stark Tower, a beautiful chandelier with a large glass coffee table holding all of the food and drinks, couches spread around said coffee table.
Nat, Clint and Steve sat at one couch while Thor and Bruce shared another. Tony was standing up, giving an impromptu speech about the morals of car racing video games.
"And that's why we can not have cheaters like Clint Barton playing such games!" Tony finished with a cry.
"Bullshit!" Clint exclaimed.
"Sorry Clint, but it's true." Bruce conceded.
"Oh, like you haven't totally cheated at playing poker! You count cards!" Clint accused.
"It's simple math!" Bruce said.
"Simple math! Please!" Clint scoffed.
As Bruce and Clint started to argue, with Tony egging them on and Thor asking Tony what any of those games meant, Natasha and Steve shared an eye roll.
Not long after, Clint stood while lifting his fist to strike.
But before the Avengers could stop Clint from making such a horrible mistake, a loud pop sounded and something large fell on top in the glass chandelier.
Their heads whipped up, just in time to see a body fall with the light fixture and land harshly on the coffee table; glass scattering.
The Avengers hopped to their feet, weapons ready to strike.
A pained groan came from underneath all the glass, arms sticking out to pull some of the heavier pieces of metal off their body. The superheroes watched as the body rolled out of the destruction, slowly climbing to its feet.
"Bloody hell..." The person, voice distinctively male, whispered.
A moment passed as the man looked around, before finally turning and facing the Avengers full on.
The man, who looked to be in his early 20's, was wearing a blue turtleneck with jeans, a belt holding everything together. He was wearing what looked like tennis shoes and flaming red hair shaved at the sides with a mess at the top. He had his ears pierced with one lone chain around his neck, crystal blue eyes looking at them hazily from his handsome face.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry." The man apologized, a sorrowful expression on his face.
But, when he looked closer at the interior, a confused frown tugged at his lips.
"Wha...? Where am I?"
The team could hear the prominent British accent in his voice, but it meant nothing if he somehow infiltrated Tony's tower and got past JARVIS.
Steve stepped forward, shield raised. "You're in Avengers Tower. Who are you?"
The man squinted his eyes and spoke.
"Ron Weasley, and where is the Avengers Tower?"
Tony glared. "Where is Avengers Tower? Is that a rhetorical question or have you been living under a rock? Do you not know who I am?! I AM TONY STARK! I WILL BANKRUPT YOU FOR THIS TREASON!"
Ron furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Who's Tony Stark?"
You could hear the pin drop in the deadly silence.
"Look, I don't know where I am. Could one of you please just bloody well tell me where in Merlin's saggy balls I am?" Ron asked, an angry frown carved onto his face.
Clint had to hide his snort by coughing when Bruce answered, "New York."
Now Ron looked panicked.
"New York?! What the bloody hell! I was supposed to land in Montreal!"
Thor raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by land?"
Ron waved his arms in the air, face set alarm. "I disapparated from Qaqortoq, Greenland! My magic wasn't supposed to take me this far!"
The Avengers blinked.
The last time they had seen magic was when Loki was tearing their city apart.
"Magic?" Natasha asked.
"Bien sûr que c'est magique! Comment pourrais-je aller d'un endroit à l'autre en quelques secondes sans magie! (Of course it's magic! How the fuck would I get from place to place in a few seconds without magic!) Ron cursed in French.
"Seconds?" Steve asked.
Ron turned it glare at him. "Yes, seconds!"
"But I thought only Loki had magic?" Clint questioned, eyes narrowing.
Ron laughed, grinning at the dumbstruck team. "Loki! Ze is the only person with magic! Hah! The entire earth has magic cursing through its veins. Des idiots aveugles. (Blind idiots.)" Ron mumbled.
Natasha, Clint and Steve narrowed their eyes, while the others looked on in confusion.
Ron looked around the room another time, whistling with appreciation. "Nice house. Bien que le manoir Potter bat ça à tout moment. (Although Potter mansion beats this anytime)"
As Steve whispered the translation, Tony looked offended that someone else's house was better than his.
Before he could say anything sarcastic, Ron shook his sleeve and slipped out a stick.
At the more than one pair of raised eyebrows, Ron explained. "It'll help me get to where I need to go."
And a few flicks of his wand, he was gone.
The Avengers stood there for a while, trying to piece together their interaction. Finally Steve just signed and put his gun away, walking up to the destroyed furniture. He cast sorrowful eyes over the destroyed decoré.
"I really loved that coffee table."
——~——
The next time they met Ron was when the Avengers got a call about a large, white, fire breathing dragon running around London.
When they got to the streets of London, all geared up, they found the entire area empty except for the dragon.
The white dragon roared angrily, opening its mouth and letting fire consume an apartment building next to it.
"Alright team! We're going to need the Hulk on this one!" Steve yelled.
Bruce sighed, starting to make himself get angry.
"Alright, Avengers!" Steve called, "Assemble!"
Before they could charge into battle with the dragon, they heard distinctive pops and suddenly there were six people, standing around the dragon holding up sticks.
"Fire!" One of them yelled.
At once, the six men flicked their sticks and bright, red lights shot out and hit the dragon.
The dragon's cries suddenly cut off and with a great lurch, it collapsed forward.
The Avengers stopped their preparation, Bruce calming down from his green in confusion.
Once the dragon hit the ground and stopped moving, one of the men stepped forward in apprehension. His back was to them as he poked the dragon's head, flaming red hair swaying a little to the wind.
Once he was done prodding the dragon he turned to the others, nodding before stepping back.
Another red head, this one where they could see had a square jaw and long red hair piled into a bun, ran towards the first red head; slapping him upside the head.
"Ow, fuck! What was that for Charlie!?" The red head yelled.
The other red head, Charlie, scowled.
"You're an idiot! I can't believe you went after that pack of Thestrals by yourself!"
"That was two days ago!"
"I know, but I wasn't there to knock your senses into place!"
"I was fine!"
"Tell that to your burnt arm!"
"I am not five years old!"
"You're still my little brother!"
Before the two could argue more, another man there stepped closer and snapped, "Quit your drama, we have to get this dragon back to the resort. Charlie, with me."
Charlie growled in annoyance before following the man. He turned back and pointed at the unnamed redhead.
"Don't think that this is over!"
"In your dreams!"
And just like that, in a pop, five of the men and the dragon were gone; leaving the redhead by himself.
He turned towards the group, recognition in his eyes.
"Avengers." He acknowledged.
"Weasley?" Tony asked.
Ron signed, running his hand through his cropped hair. "Yeah."
Silence. Then -
"WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT!?!?" Clint roared.
Ron winced, stepping forward with his hands raised.
"Look, that was a little problem. A dragon got loose from one of our reserves and we had to grab it before it caused too much damage."
The Avengers looked towards the flaming buildings and cracked streets, raising one unbelievable eyebrow to him.
Ron shrugged, turning towards the building that was currently on fire.
"Aqua Eructo!" Ron yelled.
A large amount of water suddenly drenched the building, more buckets extinguishing the fire with every flick of Ron's wand.
Once the building was dripping wet, Ron turned back towards them.
At the looks he was getting he shrugged.
"Magic."