Who Knew?

2. Explaining

Previously....
The metal red and gold robot automatically removes its face mask to uncover a man with a goatee.

He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice raised, "Who Are You??".

Back to the story...
"Excuse me, but what gives you the right to question us first?! Answer this instead... Who are you?" Hermione retorted.
"We are the Avengers," a green muscular man spoke.
"Who? You said the Avengers? Mione, who are the avengers??" Ron asked.
"Well, I don't know everything Ron." Then Hermione changed to a whisper. "This is all information from the future".

"Jarvis, do a scan on them," the man with the goatee commanded.
"My pleasure, Sir," Jarvis responded.
Harry noticed that no one in front of them had moved their mouths. He gasped and frantically looked around, hissing "revelio". This clearly didn't work, and Harry found this even more confusing. The Avengers noticed his odd behavior and scrunched their eyebrows.
"Sir, I couldn't find any government related files for these people," Jarvis's voice said again.
"That's strange," the spandex man mentioned. He had a shield on his arm, but no sword.
"How weird!" Harry thought.

The man directed his eyes back to the three teenagers standing in front of the Avengers. "State your purpose," he commanded.
"We got... lost," Ron stated.
"Yeah that's BS," the man with the goatee snorted, "You got lost and gradually ended up In front of our tower? Ha!"
"No!! We got lost in the future! We used to live in the past!" Hermione blurted, then immediately covered her mouth in shame. This caught their attention. The Avengers knew about this kind of stuff, knowing how their colleague Tony Stark has been working left, right and center, trying to invent this kind of advanced technology.
"Let's move somewhere else," the man with the goatee mumbled, his eyes on the receptionist who was clearly spying on them. The group located themselves in an elevator, on their way upstairs. Each person awkwardly looked around, the elevator music making the trip up even more awkward. Each person escaped the elevator, absorbing their new surroundings.

"Now where were we?" The man with the goatee asked. "Right! You kids better not be messing around, because if you are, we will give you hell".
"We aren't! Look!" Hermione argued, pointing to the logo on her robe which clearly said 1998.
"Sick," a woman in an all-black jumpsuit gasped.
A man with a bow and arrows spoke up, "But, what about those sticks in your hands? And why are wearing... I don't mean to be rude...but weird clothes?"
"That's right, they're still muggles," Hermione laughed. "Go on and explain to them Harry. I have a feeling we can trust them."
Harry nodded and started explaining, "These so-called 'sticks' are wands, and they help us do magic. And we are wearing robes, a formal attire for wizards and witches".
The Avengers has an incredulous look on their faces, which lead Hermione to tell Harry to show them magic.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry said, and lifted a small computer that sat on the table.
"Fi-first put that down!" The goatee man said, pointing to the laptop. "And second, h-how??"
Hermione described everything about the secret Wizarding World as the Avengers processed their each and every word with awe.
"I don't believe this," the man with the shield said.
Harry did another spell, and another, and a few more as the Avengers watched every spell he did.
The green man spoke, "But what's that word you keep saying? Meggles? Mugle?".
Ron grinned, "Muggles. It's a word for people like you who can't do magic. Now, what is your purpose?".
"We are superheroes who basically save all of humanity, in this case, people who are..." the goatee man cleared his throat, "Muggles".

Each Avenger introduced themselves based on both their superhero names and their real names.
"Wow! It's truly spectacular how they have so many talents and capabilities. Isn't that right Harry?" Hermione awed.
"Mhmm," Harry said, stunned.
"Our time turner is broken, which is why we've ended up here in the first place. Without it, we can't go back to our current year," Ron said, dejectedly.

Tony Stark's eyes widened. He knew how to fix pieces of technological equipment, but he didn't know how to fix a piece of equipment that was magical, which meant he didn't know how these kids could go back to the time they came from. Furthermore, he didn't want to ever involve himself in more superhero work. Ever.