A man stands at the precipice of change. Shall he lead the revolution, as a symbol of things to...
Of Relics and War (MCU/Cinematic DC universe/Harry Potter)
- Thread starter Cancelled For A
- Start date
- Crossover
- Created
- Status
- Ongoing
- Watchers
- 109
- Recent readers
- 0
- Threadmarks
- 4
-
Statistics (4 threadmarks, 9.1k words)
User Total Cancelled For A 4 Threadmarks Reader mode
Chapter 1
A man stands at the precipice of change. Shall he lead the revolution, as a symbol of things to come, or be left behind? Harry Potter must prepare. Cinematic universe Marvel, minor cinematic DC universe, and Harry Potter.
Chapter 1
Steve Rogers
Steve Rogers was surprised. Ever since Fury found him, he had been struggling to fit in. Sometimes he wandered through the city streets of Manhattan, watching the everyday people live their lives. When he comes home to an empty apartment, Steve's thoughts drifted back to Carter.
Having neither wanting the contemptible thoughts to proceed any further, Steve let his wandering legs lead him toward something unexpected.
Unexpected, he found.
It was a cafe, right here in the heart of Manhattan. It was a single story building, made of red brick and mortar. The door was a regular door, painted black in a shade that was just a little too dark. The sign above it called the cafe Hogwarts. At least, he saw a few people coming out of the building, holding black cups of what he assumed to be coffee.
Oddly enough, there were no windows, and the front porch held no tables or chairs. Steve visited many coffee shops since he first found himself waking in a time that long since moved past him, but none of them held a semblance like this building had. He didn't know exactly what it was, and it gnawed at him like an irritating fly.
Steve hesitated but brushed the feeling aside. He opened the door and entered.
The floor was carpeted. That one fact surprised him. Just what kind of a coffee shop had carpeted floors?
Letting go of the door, Steve looked around. It wasn't small, but neither was it very large. It was also dark, and the lack of windows made it even more so. The lights were dimmed, a low orange light that bathed the area in its soft ambiance. It was dark, yes, but it wasn't the uncomfortable sort of dark that played with his senses. No, this was the kind of dark that covered him in comfort, giving him a tingling sense of peace he so long sought after.
Steve sighed softly, letting a breath he didn't know he was holding. There were a few patrons here, mostly young professional adults and their odd little gadgets. He figured they were like him, fellow kindred spirits seeking some of that little haven of quiet and solitude from the rest of the world that didn't stop moving.
What surprised him more, though, was finding one young buck with his feet bare, sticking out toward an honest to god fireplace. A fireplace going in the middle of the summer? Did they want to be boiled inside? But Steven couldn't feel any of the suffocating heat inside the building, despite the fireplace going full strength. It was still cool, and warm, and comfortable inside.
The captain stared at the fireplace. The young man tossed a few logs into the fire. Steve stared some more.
Deciding to retreat, for now, Steve walked to the front counter.
There, he found a young man reading the newspaper. He had a messy dark patch of hair and clear green eyes. He was tall, almost his height, but not gangly or skinny. Steve figured he must be around his own age, around thirty? Thirty-one? The man must keep himself regularly fit and healthy as well. You didn't need a keen eye to know that. Steve could imagine someone like him owning a property in the heart of New York, easily valued in the millions.
Steve still shook his head in wonder sometimes and despaired at the sheer amount of cost some of these apartments goes for. Heck, he was lucky SHIELD gave him a free apartment and paid for his bills. Of course, considering it was gifted to him by the secretive organization, Steve more than figured the place was bugged.
A cough interrupted his thoughts, and Steve shook his head to clear his thoughts away.
"Hello," Steve announced politely.
"What would you like to have?" The young man was British, he was surprised to note. It was cultured, even posh sounding accent.
"Ah, coffee, please. Black, two sugars," Steve cleared his throat, nodding, "Thank you,"
"I'm sorry to say, we don't serve coffee here," The young man chuckled. Steve was surprised. What kind of place didn't sell coffee? Even bars sold coffee. Before Steve could say anything, the boy moved to one of the taps and poured him a frothy drink. Alcohol? So this was a bar? Steve could smell the mildly alcoholic beverage from the content of the cup. "What I do sell, is life itself."
Well, when you put it that way...
"Five dollars, please,"
Steve's brows went past his hairline. He didn't know whether he should politely decline and leave the establishment, but it might seem a bit rude after he already poured the drink. He didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings, even if he was a little too forthcoming.
Digging out a few bills, Steve handed it to him and took his drink. The cup was, surprisingly, warm to the touch.
He took a sip.
Steve's world came crashing down. He felt a sense of vertigo overtake him, and righting itself in just the right way. He remembered his mother, the smell of fresh lilacs and cinnamon. Her soft hands trailing his hair, giving kisses on the cheeks and the forehead. He remembered her gentle touches and the hugs freely given.
Tears came freely, and he couldn't stop it. He remembered the days of simple youth and times of joy. The nostalgia coming strongly, and Steve Rogers revealed in it.
Then, the strength flowed like a river, warm and soothing through his veins. It uplifted his spirits and soothed his heart. He felt stronger than usual. It was as if he were at the highest mountain top and overlooking the clouded sky.
Steve blinked away his shock and stared at his cup in wonder. He noticed some of the patrons staring at him with what could only be amusement. A young woman sitting in one far corner was professionally dressed with a laptop on her table, lifted her cup toward him in a silent toast.
They knew him, all of them. But they left him alone. Steve was glad, then he turned to stare at the twinkling eyes of the young man behind the counter.
"What..."
"I sell life, Steven Rogers. I sell wonders and defining moments, of true freedom sought long after," The employee paused, then shrugged. He picked up his previously discarded newspaper, and flipped to a page, "Come anytime, Steven Rogers. The door will always be open to you."
Steve knew a dismissal when he saw one. He got that more often from Nick, but that was okay. He almost stumbled away with his drink, holding it almost possessively to his chest. He took a seat in one far corner, next to a shelf of books.
That's when he noticed something so very out of place. Steve noticed a large painting on the wall. It was a painting of a large woman dressed in a toga. It was meticulously painted, almost lifelike. And yet...
Steve looked closer. The large woman in the painting turned toward him and winked.
His cup nearly slipped from his fingers.
The woman in the painting popped a grape into her mouth and smiled at him.
He reeled back, almost toppling the chair he was sitting on.
The fat woman giggled, then she ignored him, content with eating her grapes. The rest of the patrons paid him no mind. Steve liked to think they went through the same thing. They were content with ignoring him, though a few did glance his way with secretive smiles hidden behind books and fists.
He looked around the hall and finally noticed; all the paintings moved. There was a painting of a knight, unsheathing his sword and kneeling to a lady. He was proposing; an old man with a long white beard conversing with his neighboring portrait, and even one of the patrons joined in on the conversation; one woman in a painting even moved into another painting, sharing a drink with a group of other ladies and gossiping.
Steve found a young couple in one corner playing chess. The pieces were moving, he noticed. He witnessed the king piece getting up from his throne, and smashed the pawn into pieces, before settling back down on his throne.
Steve heavily sat back down in paralyzing shock. Magic, it had to be. Even Stark won't be able to replicate it. Would Stark and people like him, be capable of performing feats like this? Steve didn't know, but he would like to think that someday, humanity would rise up to the challanges to come.
He was startled out of his thoughts when a young woman came over. It was that same young woman.
"You look like you're hungry," She said, taking a seat opposite of him uninvited. Her fingers played the curls of her blond hair, and her eyes were filled with amusement, "Captain America, it's an honor to meet you. The name is Jean,"
Steve shook her hand, bemused. He had questions. A lot of questions.
"I... what is this place?"
The girl snorted, her eyes flicking over to the young man behind the counter.
"This place is a wishing shop," She turned back to face Steve and noticed his expression. "I know, I had that same expression when someone explained it to me."
Steve took a sip of his drink, savoring it in his tongue. "I don't understand..."
"He sells you wishes, and you pay sometimes in cash, sometimes not...," She rested her chin in the palm of her hand and blew a strand of hair from her eyes. "I went to Columbia U for the last three years. I was in debt, living in a den of druggies, and working in a coffee shop to make ends meet."
Steve leaned forward, entranced with her story.
"Then I found this place. A place of wonder and magic. He asked me, what I would wish for. I told him I would wish to be free of debt, to be given a chance to live a life free from obligations."
Jean shrugged, her smile widening.
"The next day, the school called and informed me that my student loans had been cleared. A few hours later, a real estate agent came by my place and handed me some papers, keys, and an address. Turns out, I'm the new owner of a luxury condo on the upper east side of New York. All utilities, mortgage, etc have been paid for in advance for the next five years, until I finish my school and get a job at the law firm."
Steve frowned. "And the price? What did he ask you in return?"
Jean turned to face the young man in the counter again, but this time, he noticed a reverential awe in her eyes. He saw those types of looks before, whenever he visited the church. It left him with an uncomfortable feeling but brushed it aside.
"A visit, here and there, to Hogwarts."
"That's all?" Asked Steve, his expression furrowed in confusion.
"That's all," She nodded, smiling.
Steve frowned, searching his cup for answers.
Magic, and wishes.
Steve knew he could never tell Fury about this place. Heck, he suspected that none of these people could explain away this place to other people. Who would believe them? And if they brought a friend? Well, Hogwarts just gained another patron.
Carter would have loved it here.
Chapter 1
Steve Rogers
Steve Rogers was surprised. Ever since Fury found him, he had been struggling to fit in. Sometimes he wandered through the city streets of Manhattan, watching the everyday people live their lives. When he comes home to an empty apartment, Steve's thoughts drifted back to Carter.
Having neither wanting the contemptible thoughts to proceed any further, Steve let his wandering legs lead him toward something unexpected.
Unexpected, he found.
It was a cafe, right here in the heart of Manhattan. It was a single story building, made of red brick and mortar. The door was a regular door, painted black in a shade that was just a little too dark. The sign above it called the cafe Hogwarts. At least, he saw a few people coming out of the building, holding black cups of what he assumed to be coffee.
Oddly enough, there were no windows, and the front porch held no tables or chairs. Steve visited many coffee shops since he first found himself waking in a time that long since moved past him, but none of them held a semblance like this building had. He didn't know exactly what it was, and it gnawed at him like an irritating fly.
Steve hesitated but brushed the feeling aside. He opened the door and entered.
The floor was carpeted. That one fact surprised him. Just what kind of a coffee shop had carpeted floors?
Letting go of the door, Steve looked around. It wasn't small, but neither was it very large. It was also dark, and the lack of windows made it even more so. The lights were dimmed, a low orange light that bathed the area in its soft ambiance. It was dark, yes, but it wasn't the uncomfortable sort of dark that played with his senses. No, this was the kind of dark that covered him in comfort, giving him a tingling sense of peace he so long sought after.
Steve sighed softly, letting a breath he didn't know he was holding. There were a few patrons here, mostly young professional adults and their odd little gadgets. He figured they were like him, fellow kindred spirits seeking some of that little haven of quiet and solitude from the rest of the world that didn't stop moving.
What surprised him more, though, was finding one young buck with his feet bare, sticking out toward an honest to god fireplace. A fireplace going in the middle of the summer? Did they want to be boiled inside? But Steven couldn't feel any of the suffocating heat inside the building, despite the fireplace going full strength. It was still cool, and warm, and comfortable inside.
The captain stared at the fireplace. The young man tossed a few logs into the fire. Steve stared some more.
Deciding to retreat, for now, Steve walked to the front counter.
There, he found a young man reading the newspaper. He had a messy dark patch of hair and clear green eyes. He was tall, almost his height, but not gangly or skinny. Steve figured he must be around his own age, around thirty? Thirty-one? The man must keep himself regularly fit and healthy as well. You didn't need a keen eye to know that. Steve could imagine someone like him owning a property in the heart of New York, easily valued in the millions.
Steve still shook his head in wonder sometimes and despaired at the sheer amount of cost some of these apartments goes for. Heck, he was lucky SHIELD gave him a free apartment and paid for his bills. Of course, considering it was gifted to him by the secretive organization, Steve more than figured the place was bugged.
A cough interrupted his thoughts, and Steve shook his head to clear his thoughts away.
"Hello," Steve announced politely.
"What would you like to have?" The young man was British, he was surprised to note. It was cultured, even posh sounding accent.
"Ah, coffee, please. Black, two sugars," Steve cleared his throat, nodding, "Thank you,"
"I'm sorry to say, we don't serve coffee here," The young man chuckled. Steve was surprised. What kind of place didn't sell coffee? Even bars sold coffee. Before Steve could say anything, the boy moved to one of the taps and poured him a frothy drink. Alcohol? So this was a bar? Steve could smell the mildly alcoholic beverage from the content of the cup. "What I do sell, is life itself."
Well, when you put it that way...
"Five dollars, please,"
Steve's brows went past his hairline. He didn't know whether he should politely decline and leave the establishment, but it might seem a bit rude after he already poured the drink. He didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings, even if he was a little too forthcoming.
Digging out a few bills, Steve handed it to him and took his drink. The cup was, surprisingly, warm to the touch.
He took a sip.
Steve's world came crashing down. He felt a sense of vertigo overtake him, and righting itself in just the right way. He remembered his mother, the smell of fresh lilacs and cinnamon. Her soft hands trailing his hair, giving kisses on the cheeks and the forehead. He remembered her gentle touches and the hugs freely given.
Tears came freely, and he couldn't stop it. He remembered the days of simple youth and times of joy. The nostalgia coming strongly, and Steve Rogers revealed in it.
Then, the strength flowed like a river, warm and soothing through his veins. It uplifted his spirits and soothed his heart. He felt stronger than usual. It was as if he were at the highest mountain top and overlooking the clouded sky.
Steve blinked away his shock and stared at his cup in wonder. He noticed some of the patrons staring at him with what could only be amusement. A young woman sitting in one far corner was professionally dressed with a laptop on her table, lifted her cup toward him in a silent toast.
They knew him, all of them. But they left him alone. Steve was glad, then he turned to stare at the twinkling eyes of the young man behind the counter.
"What..."
"I sell life, Steven Rogers. I sell wonders and defining moments, of true freedom sought long after," The employee paused, then shrugged. He picked up his previously discarded newspaper, and flipped to a page, "Come anytime, Steven Rogers. The door will always be open to you."
Steve knew a dismissal when he saw one. He got that more often from Nick, but that was okay. He almost stumbled away with his drink, holding it almost possessively to his chest. He took a seat in one far corner, next to a shelf of books.
That's when he noticed something so very out of place. Steve noticed a large painting on the wall. It was a painting of a large woman dressed in a toga. It was meticulously painted, almost lifelike. And yet...
Steve looked closer. The large woman in the painting turned toward him and winked.
His cup nearly slipped from his fingers.
The woman in the painting popped a grape into her mouth and smiled at him.
He reeled back, almost toppling the chair he was sitting on.
The fat woman giggled, then she ignored him, content with eating her grapes. The rest of the patrons paid him no mind. Steve liked to think they went through the same thing. They were content with ignoring him, though a few did glance his way with secretive smiles hidden behind books and fists.
He looked around the hall and finally noticed; all the paintings moved. There was a painting of a knight, unsheathing his sword and kneeling to a lady. He was proposing; an old man with a long white beard conversing with his neighboring portrait, and even one of the patrons joined in on the conversation; one woman in a painting even moved into another painting, sharing a drink with a group of other ladies and gossiping.
Steve found a young couple in one corner playing chess. The pieces were moving, he noticed. He witnessed the king piece getting up from his throne, and smashed the pawn into pieces, before settling back down on his throne.
Steve heavily sat back down in paralyzing shock. Magic, it had to be. Even Stark won't be able to replicate it. Would Stark and people like him, be capable of performing feats like this? Steve didn't know, but he would like to think that someday, humanity would rise up to the challanges to come.
He was startled out of his thoughts when a young woman came over. It was that same young woman.
"You look like you're hungry," She said, taking a seat opposite of him uninvited. Her fingers played the curls of her blond hair, and her eyes were filled with amusement, "Captain America, it's an honor to meet you. The name is Jean,"
Steve shook her hand, bemused. He had questions. A lot of questions.
"I... what is this place?"
The girl snorted, her eyes flicking over to the young man behind the counter.
"This place is a wishing shop," She turned back to face Steve and noticed his expression. "I know, I had that same expression when someone explained it to me."
Steve took a sip of his drink, savoring it in his tongue. "I don't understand..."
"He sells you wishes, and you pay sometimes in cash, sometimes not...," She rested her chin in the palm of her hand and blew a strand of hair from her eyes. "I went to Columbia U for the last three years. I was in debt, living in a den of druggies, and working in a coffee shop to make ends meet."
Steve leaned forward, entranced with her story.
"Then I found this place. A place of wonder and magic. He asked me, what I would wish for. I told him I would wish to be free of debt, to be given a chance to live a life free from obligations."
Jean shrugged, her smile widening.
"The next day, the school called and informed me that my student loans had been cleared. A few hours later, a real estate agent came by my place and handed me some papers, keys, and an address. Turns out, I'm the new owner of a luxury condo on the upper east side of New York. All utilities, mortgage, etc have been paid for in advance for the next five years, until I finish my school and get a job at the law firm."
Steve frowned. "And the price? What did he ask you in return?"
Jean turned to face the young man in the counter again, but this time, he noticed a reverential awe in her eyes. He saw those types of looks before, whenever he visited the church. It left him with an uncomfortable feeling but brushed it aside.
"A visit, here and there, to Hogwarts."
"That's all?" Asked Steve, his expression furrowed in confusion.
"That's all," She nodded, smiling.
Steve frowned, searching his cup for answers.
Magic, and wishes.
Steve knew he could never tell Fury about this place. Heck, he suspected that none of these people could explain away this place to other people. Who would believe them? And if they brought a friend? Well, Hogwarts just gained another patron.
Carter would have loved it here.
Last edited:
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Nick Fury
Humans have tendencies to lash out at the unknown. That fear, deep down, comes out and drives them into doing unspeakable horrors upon. It can turn the noblest men into the vilest creatures, or make heroes out of the common man. That fear was the root of all humanity. It has always been.
Nick Fury was not all that different from any other man, and contrary to some of what his men might think, he is human. What makes him one of the most effective agents in the world, was his ability to understand. He understood the dangers that is humanity. External or internal, it was his job to face the threat before it ever happens. He was the bridge that kept the peace in the shadows, for the greater good.
When Thor came, the God of Thunder changed the world in his wake. Tony Stark made weapons that were generations ahead of this time; the green abomination known as the Hulk; the mysterious super human known as the Wonder Woman that appeared in WW2. And let all not forget the gifted assassins known as Deathstroke and Deadshot, and in turn, the League of Assassins.
The most vexing figure to appear in these recent years was the legendary Dark Knight of Gotham, known as the Batman. Not even SHIELD and her vast resources could find even a glimpse of the elusive figure in a single city. Fury found that unacceptable, and envied the man for his ability to evade SHIELD's many eyes.
The list went on and on, and it doesn't seem to be stopping.
Then, there's the Captain America himself. The symbol of hope and freedom, the ultimate representation of old fashion and the good Christian, tasked with upholding the ideals of the American values. Yet, despite the near worship, some like Agent Phil holds over the man, Nick knew all too well that people like the good Captain were simply relics of the past.
Steve Rogers should have been left to rot underneath the ice.
Men like Steve Rogers were naive, foolish idealists who hold their countries to impossible ideals. America was founded by violence, greed, and power- It was simple as that. It was what made the Americans so powerful, to stand head and shoulders even giants like Russia, China, and Europe. All that greed, all that thirst for knowledge; the wars of the past only made the US stronger than ever, despite the millions killed in action or inaction.
Yet, despite all the powers of the US and her allies, the emerging threats are becoming more than what it has the ability to handle. Nick also saw an emerging pattern occurring.
A pattern that he could not quite figure out. Yet.
These... inconsistencies appear too many times to simply be coincidences. Super soldiers, monsters, and gods are making themselves known to Earth, and that was disconcerting. Something was certainly pushing his people to a certain conclusion, and Nick Fury does not like being played.
What terrified him, however, was the extinction of humanity. As the first colonists crossed the ocean to the lands of the new world, the Native Americans ceased to exist.
He was simply lucky the Asgardians finds humanity to be less than stellar examples of unevolved species because their incredible technology and magic was something he and his people could not compete against. Thor was just one man. What would be it be like, if there were an army of him? A hundred, a thousand?
So, when one of his handlers reported back with a distressing call, the subject of this meeting just happened to revolve around a certain WWII hero.
Nick glared Agent Hil, his fingers tapping against the bare desk in his office within the Helicarrier twenty thousand feet up in the air. His plan for the Avengers initiative was going nowhere, especially since Thor and the Hulk are missing. The council did not like his plan to move forward with it, not that they won't have any other choice when the next threat comes along, and phase 2 was still not ready yet.
And Nick Fury knew all too well that the next threat will come along. It was simply inevitable. That threat, unfortunately, might have come along all too soon.
"Agent Hill, explain to me again why one of our handlers was incapable of following the good Captain into a building in broad daylight?"
Agent Hill stood before him, her hands behind her back, and her posture straight as an arrow. She was a beautiful woman, but that beauty was covered in razor thorns, capable of cutting you down in the bloodiest fashion. Hill was the next in line as the director of SHIELD, and her sharp mind was all too capable of easily handling his responsibilities.
"Sir, at 1400 hours, Mr. Rogers entered a bar called Hogwarts located in the heart of Wall Street. Agent Carter thought nothing of it, at the time. After a week, however, one of the agents noticed his regular routine has changed. Every day at 1100 hours, Mr. Rogers enters the building and does not come out for another two hours."
Here, Agent Hill paused, as if unsure of herself.
"After some time, Agent Carter decided to investigate the property. All reports show the establishment to be nothing more than a bar. Agent Carter proceeds to enter the building but forgot something important for her to attend to. She turned around and left."
Nick Fury blinked in disbelief. "She... forgot?"
Agent Hill pursued her lips into a thin line. If Nick didn't know any better, and he knew, Hill was downright apocalyptic at the sudden turn of events.
"Sir, Agent Carter figured out something was wrong the second she came back to the apartment. She ventured back to the property to investigate and was promptly turned around on her own the second she came within a few feets of the building, and went back to her apartment. Again."
Nick scowled. Oh, now we have a mysterious building that messes with people's heads? He just hoped it wasn't another Asgardian.
"Confirmed?" Nick asked, already knowing the answer.
"I had the property monitored for two days and sent a heavily armed team into the building," Agent Hill replied, frowning, "It didn't go well."
Nick didn't like where this was going, but he knew without a doubt what happened next. "Let me guess, those soldiers turned around on their own."
Agent Hill was a blank canvas of emotions, but Nick could see the anger and the frustration in her eyes. "I had to round up my own men from having them leaving the area heavily armed because they forgot to run an errand for a wife, or pick up a child from school, or any other number of nonsensical tasks."
Nick noticed the slight tenseness of her shoulders, her rigid posture, and the tightening of her fists.
She continued, "Cell phones, spy drones or any sort of military hardware that comes near the property stop working. They start back up once they are moved out of the invisible line. The property is a dead zone. Our people can't seem to pinpoint the source of this invisible power that continually disrupts our technology, and they're getting nowhere. The only way to observe it is from a distance. Whatever technology they're using, sir, it's by far the most advanced piece of tech I've ever seen.
"We had no choice but to improvise. We brought in all the costumes that routinely attend the property and questioned them."
Nick raised his brow, the tapping of his finger ceased.
"Some were receptive to our interrogation, some were... not,"
Nick leaned forward, his interest intensified a dozen fold. "And?"
"Magic, sir," She dryly replied, her eyes flat, "A wizard runs the property, said it to be a wishing shop. And I'm not altogether sure whether I should not believe them if what I heard from them was right."
Nick grabbed the report from his lap agent Hill handed to him prior to the meeting. Agent Hill stood silently, whilst the director quickly read through the report with the efficiency of a machine.
"Moving portraits, animated chess, a beautiful bird made of fire..." Nick narrowed his eyes in thought. He doesn't get surprised. Nick simply analyzes, interprets, and understands. It was what made him such a terrifying and effective leader. He leads, but he leads with a ruthless efficiency that made him a lot of enemies. "Magic..."
He ordered, "Prep the chopper, Agent."
"Sir?" She said, with just a hint of confusion marring her eyes.
"I'll be taking the lead," Nick nodded to her, frowning. "I want to see for myself this mysterious wizard,"
Agent Hill nodded curtly before she marched out of his office.
---
The brick building wasn't all that large, barely bigger than a regular old bar. It was the middle of the day when the sun was warm. It was a beautiful day. Yet, Nick could practically hear his instincts screaming at him for the sheer wrongness the building exuded.
He listened to his gut because it served him well in the past.
Nick went over the report through his head once more. Early into his thirties and British, black hair, 6'1", green eyes. Mysterious, rich, reads. He doesn't cook, but there aren't any staff working under him, as far as the patrons knew. Food and drinks are dropped off by the waiters. The staff is composed of high school kids, gets paid well. All are intelligent and competent. Types of dishes served can be anything if asked. Drinks are possibly mildly drugged with hallucinogenic properties, also contains unknown healing properties. One such costumer's previously limp leg was fully healed, no pain or pressure exerted when putting all his weight on the leg. Story checks out, had a car accident three years prior. He wasn't fully healed. Until now, that is.
Nick crossed the threshold, the line that repels the unwanted away. He didn't feel anything, that he knew of. Nothing seemed to influence him, and he hasn't turned around and tried to leave.
So, he could cross the invisible line but others could not? Are they random, or chosen? If the latter, then his position was compromised.
Snipers were useless since there were no windows. Raiding the place was useless, attacking from a distance would cause quite a scene, especially since this is in the heart of New York, of all places.
This was annoying.
Frankly, whoever this guy was, he picked it up the most inconvenient places for Nick to deal with.
A wizard.
Well, shit.
He opened the door and stepped inside.
The room was large, bigger inside than outside.
His mind blanked.
Wait, what?
The room was larger than the property his report showed. A mistake? Not possible, his team does not make mistakes.
A few staggering seconds were given before he filed it away and moved on to analyzing the rest of the room.
Sixteen, altogether, not counting the five staff workers. All the staff employees were teenagers, smartly dressed in their uniform. They looked well, fresh and smiling. There was, however, a tenseness in the air. They knew something was off.
What mattered, however, was the one he came looking for. In the counter, at the opposite end of the room, stood the man he wanted to meet. Bedraggled white dress shirt, gray dress pants, messy hair, and a scruffy beard. Doesn't very well convey the power of a wizard, when said wizard looked like a bum.
Nick didn't move, however, because one young man got up from his seat and walked to stand before him a few feet away. Nineteen, possibly twenty of South Korean descent. He assumed he was on break, due to the uniform he wore.
A bouncer, perhaps? This child? Interesting.
Those eyes cooly took him in, his hands by his side. He didn't need any weapons. This kid knew how to fight. No formal training that Nick could find, nothing he noticed. A street rat? He was just a punk, but he was a bouncer to a wizard.
Interesting.
The patrons noticed the abrupt movement of the silent teenager, and the tense atmosphere seemed to have quadrupled.
Ah, so they knew. The most important question was, how? How did a bunch of civilians (And most of them were) found out about his organizations' activities?
Stupid question. A wizard, obviously. The boy looked like he wanted to kill him, not that Nick could blame him. His people did, in fact, take theirs.
"That's enough Kang Hyuk, he is not here to fight," The Wizard said, casually flipping to a new page of his newspaper. "He's only here to talk. Once everything's been sorted out, I'm sure he will release your friends."
Nick Fury didn't bother to reply, but he watched quietly as the street punk casually walked away to his seat. Those eyes didn't move away, though. There was loyalty, here. Anger, as well, if by some of the resentful looks some people here sending his way.
His boots made heavy sounds on the deep red carpeted floor, as he walked toward the man responsible for capturing the attention of Captain America, and by default, SHIELD. If they gained the friendship and the loyalty of Steve, those loyalties would be tested. And Nick hates when people stole his tools.
"So, you're the wizard my agents were so riled up about," Nick started, smirking at the younger man seated in front of him. "I'm impressed with what you've done with this place. Has the posh, dry Brit thing goin' on. Real nice,"
The wizard in question didn't even look up from his newspaper, but he spied the curl of his lips.
"Thank you, Nick, for the compliment," Nick didn't know whether he should be surprised, or pissed, the man knew his name. "What can I do for you, if I may ask?"
"The question is, what can I do for you, Mr. Magic Man?" Nick carefully placed the palm of his hands on the counter, slightly bending down to loom over the wizard. Nick old boy, be careful. There are civilians here eavesdropping in on the conversation like they were in some high school drama. Well, some of them here were teenagers. Besides, he still has a lot to live for, and being lynched for taking away their friends by civilians of all people would be embarrassing for his career. "It's not every day the US government finds out about the existence of an actual wizard, with mythical animals of all things. Makes them question everything about life, you know? Shit, it's a real crisis,"
The wizard smirked, finally putting down his newspaper to look at him. "It's a wishing shop, Nick. You only get one wish. You are after all one of the chosen,"
"Ah, see, I had a feeling it was something like that," Nick casually strolled around the bar and poured himself a finger of whiskey from a random bottle from the back counter. The golden red liquid steamed hot, simmering and swirling. "Does that mean I can get any wish? And only one?"
"Only one, I'm afraid," The wizard looked thoughtful, almost wistful even, "And nothing so crude that has you wishing for world domination or omnipotence or some such nonsense. I have my limits. The more complicated the wish, the higher the price you pay,"
"You drive a hard bargain," Nick sniffed at the pint of alcohol he poured for himself, "And what is this? Looks like whiskey,"
"Ah, that's firewhiskey," Harry smiled cruelly at Nick. "Try it, you might like it."
Nick raised a brow, sniffed the drink once more, before taking a sip. "Wha-!"
His heart stopped. Just for a moment, he felt literal fire flowing through his veins. There was the pain, yes, but it was a tempered fire that inflamed his blood and seared his heart. It was as if Vulcan himself had set a forge inside his heart, forging his heart anew.
"Well... damn! I didn't expect that. It's good, though," Nick caught the glimpse of the steam coming out of his ears from the corner of his eyes. "You gotta barrel of those things? I'll buy all you got."
"So you can have your scientists test the drink for its properties?" The wizard huffed in exasperation, shaking his head. "Sure, why not. I have about twenty barrels of these thing in the basement. The cost is pretty high, but I'm sure you and your boys can afford it."
Nick set the drink on the counter, and he narrowed his eyes at the Wizard.
"But you're not here for that, are you Nick?" The wizard chuckled, pointing at the man in question. "You're here for the legendary Captain America, yeah?"
"You think this is funny?" Nick answered, scowling. "You got the greatest living hero in the world eating lunch in your property. And you? You're the man," Nick drawled out the last word, almost sarcastically, "The man from nowhere that gave us questions unanswered for all of human history. That scares my people. And you've been collecting people like these misfits over here like some kind of a cult. Tell me, how am I supposed to react, when the legendary hero is one of your trophies?"
The crowd listening in bristled in anger, while some showed indignation. The few that didn't react were men like Kang Hyuk, quiet and watchful of the newest addition of Hogwarts.
Rather than reacting in anger, as Fury expected, the wizard rolled his eyes. "What Captain America does is not of my business. He still hasn't made a wish, if you're still wondering."
"I wasn't. He's not the type."
"I know, that's what makes him so worthy," The wizard replied. He got up from his stool to fully face Nick. "If you want reassurance, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. However, you still have a wish."
Nick Fury knew a hint when he saw one.
"I want you to work for me. That's my wish," Nick bluntly said, sneering.
Harry hummed, almost contemplative. "For how long?"
Nick smiled.
Nick Fury
Humans have tendencies to lash out at the unknown. That fear, deep down, comes out and drives them into doing unspeakable horrors upon. It can turn the noblest men into the vilest creatures, or make heroes out of the common man. That fear was the root of all humanity. It has always been.
Nick Fury was not all that different from any other man, and contrary to some of what his men might think, he is human. What makes him one of the most effective agents in the world, was his ability to understand. He understood the dangers that is humanity. External or internal, it was his job to face the threat before it ever happens. He was the bridge that kept the peace in the shadows, for the greater good.
When Thor came, the God of Thunder changed the world in his wake. Tony Stark made weapons that were generations ahead of this time; the green abomination known as the Hulk; the mysterious super human known as the Wonder Woman that appeared in WW2. And let all not forget the gifted assassins known as Deathstroke and Deadshot, and in turn, the League of Assassins.
The most vexing figure to appear in these recent years was the legendary Dark Knight of Gotham, known as the Batman. Not even SHIELD and her vast resources could find even a glimpse of the elusive figure in a single city. Fury found that unacceptable, and envied the man for his ability to evade SHIELD's many eyes.
The list went on and on, and it doesn't seem to be stopping.
Then, there's the Captain America himself. The symbol of hope and freedom, the ultimate representation of old fashion and the good Christian, tasked with upholding the ideals of the American values. Yet, despite the near worship, some like Agent Phil holds over the man, Nick knew all too well that people like the good Captain were simply relics of the past.
Steve Rogers should have been left to rot underneath the ice.
Men like Steve Rogers were naive, foolish idealists who hold their countries to impossible ideals. America was founded by violence, greed, and power- It was simple as that. It was what made the Americans so powerful, to stand head and shoulders even giants like Russia, China, and Europe. All that greed, all that thirst for knowledge; the wars of the past only made the US stronger than ever, despite the millions killed in action or inaction.
Yet, despite all the powers of the US and her allies, the emerging threats are becoming more than what it has the ability to handle. Nick also saw an emerging pattern occurring.
A pattern that he could not quite figure out. Yet.
These... inconsistencies appear too many times to simply be coincidences. Super soldiers, monsters, and gods are making themselves known to Earth, and that was disconcerting. Something was certainly pushing his people to a certain conclusion, and Nick Fury does not like being played.
What terrified him, however, was the extinction of humanity. As the first colonists crossed the ocean to the lands of the new world, the Native Americans ceased to exist.
He was simply lucky the Asgardians finds humanity to be less than stellar examples of unevolved species because their incredible technology and magic was something he and his people could not compete against. Thor was just one man. What would be it be like, if there were an army of him? A hundred, a thousand?
So, when one of his handlers reported back with a distressing call, the subject of this meeting just happened to revolve around a certain WWII hero.
Nick glared Agent Hil, his fingers tapping against the bare desk in his office within the Helicarrier twenty thousand feet up in the air. His plan for the Avengers initiative was going nowhere, especially since Thor and the Hulk are missing. The council did not like his plan to move forward with it, not that they won't have any other choice when the next threat comes along, and phase 2 was still not ready yet.
And Nick Fury knew all too well that the next threat will come along. It was simply inevitable. That threat, unfortunately, might have come along all too soon.
"Agent Hill, explain to me again why one of our handlers was incapable of following the good Captain into a building in broad daylight?"
Agent Hill stood before him, her hands behind her back, and her posture straight as an arrow. She was a beautiful woman, but that beauty was covered in razor thorns, capable of cutting you down in the bloodiest fashion. Hill was the next in line as the director of SHIELD, and her sharp mind was all too capable of easily handling his responsibilities.
"Sir, at 1400 hours, Mr. Rogers entered a bar called Hogwarts located in the heart of Wall Street. Agent Carter thought nothing of it, at the time. After a week, however, one of the agents noticed his regular routine has changed. Every day at 1100 hours, Mr. Rogers enters the building and does not come out for another two hours."
Here, Agent Hill paused, as if unsure of herself.
"After some time, Agent Carter decided to investigate the property. All reports show the establishment to be nothing more than a bar. Agent Carter proceeds to enter the building but forgot something important for her to attend to. She turned around and left."
Nick Fury blinked in disbelief. "She... forgot?"
Agent Hill pursued her lips into a thin line. If Nick didn't know any better, and he knew, Hill was downright apocalyptic at the sudden turn of events.
"Sir, Agent Carter figured out something was wrong the second she came back to the apartment. She ventured back to the property to investigate and was promptly turned around on her own the second she came within a few feets of the building, and went back to her apartment. Again."
Nick scowled. Oh, now we have a mysterious building that messes with people's heads? He just hoped it wasn't another Asgardian.
"Confirmed?" Nick asked, already knowing the answer.
"I had the property monitored for two days and sent a heavily armed team into the building," Agent Hill replied, frowning, "It didn't go well."
Nick didn't like where this was going, but he knew without a doubt what happened next. "Let me guess, those soldiers turned around on their own."
Agent Hill was a blank canvas of emotions, but Nick could see the anger and the frustration in her eyes. "I had to round up my own men from having them leaving the area heavily armed because they forgot to run an errand for a wife, or pick up a child from school, or any other number of nonsensical tasks."
Nick noticed the slight tenseness of her shoulders, her rigid posture, and the tightening of her fists.
She continued, "Cell phones, spy drones or any sort of military hardware that comes near the property stop working. They start back up once they are moved out of the invisible line. The property is a dead zone. Our people can't seem to pinpoint the source of this invisible power that continually disrupts our technology, and they're getting nowhere. The only way to observe it is from a distance. Whatever technology they're using, sir, it's by far the most advanced piece of tech I've ever seen.
"We had no choice but to improvise. We brought in all the costumes that routinely attend the property and questioned them."
Nick raised his brow, the tapping of his finger ceased.
"Some were receptive to our interrogation, some were... not,"
Nick leaned forward, his interest intensified a dozen fold. "And?"
"Magic, sir," She dryly replied, her eyes flat, "A wizard runs the property, said it to be a wishing shop. And I'm not altogether sure whether I should not believe them if what I heard from them was right."
Nick grabbed the report from his lap agent Hill handed to him prior to the meeting. Agent Hill stood silently, whilst the director quickly read through the report with the efficiency of a machine.
"Moving portraits, animated chess, a beautiful bird made of fire..." Nick narrowed his eyes in thought. He doesn't get surprised. Nick simply analyzes, interprets, and understands. It was what made him such a terrifying and effective leader. He leads, but he leads with a ruthless efficiency that made him a lot of enemies. "Magic..."
He ordered, "Prep the chopper, Agent."
"Sir?" She said, with just a hint of confusion marring her eyes.
"I'll be taking the lead," Nick nodded to her, frowning. "I want to see for myself this mysterious wizard,"
Agent Hill nodded curtly before she marched out of his office.
---
The brick building wasn't all that large, barely bigger than a regular old bar. It was the middle of the day when the sun was warm. It was a beautiful day. Yet, Nick could practically hear his instincts screaming at him for the sheer wrongness the building exuded.
He listened to his gut because it served him well in the past.
Nick went over the report through his head once more. Early into his thirties and British, black hair, 6'1", green eyes. Mysterious, rich, reads. He doesn't cook, but there aren't any staff working under him, as far as the patrons knew. Food and drinks are dropped off by the waiters. The staff is composed of high school kids, gets paid well. All are intelligent and competent. Types of dishes served can be anything if asked. Drinks are possibly mildly drugged with hallucinogenic properties, also contains unknown healing properties. One such costumer's previously limp leg was fully healed, no pain or pressure exerted when putting all his weight on the leg. Story checks out, had a car accident three years prior. He wasn't fully healed. Until now, that is.
Nick crossed the threshold, the line that repels the unwanted away. He didn't feel anything, that he knew of. Nothing seemed to influence him, and he hasn't turned around and tried to leave.
So, he could cross the invisible line but others could not? Are they random, or chosen? If the latter, then his position was compromised.
Snipers were useless since there were no windows. Raiding the place was useless, attacking from a distance would cause quite a scene, especially since this is in the heart of New York, of all places.
This was annoying.
Frankly, whoever this guy was, he picked it up the most inconvenient places for Nick to deal with.
A wizard.
Well, shit.
He opened the door and stepped inside.
The room was large, bigger inside than outside.
His mind blanked.
Wait, what?
The room was larger than the property his report showed. A mistake? Not possible, his team does not make mistakes.
A few staggering seconds were given before he filed it away and moved on to analyzing the rest of the room.
Sixteen, altogether, not counting the five staff workers. All the staff employees were teenagers, smartly dressed in their uniform. They looked well, fresh and smiling. There was, however, a tenseness in the air. They knew something was off.
What mattered, however, was the one he came looking for. In the counter, at the opposite end of the room, stood the man he wanted to meet. Bedraggled white dress shirt, gray dress pants, messy hair, and a scruffy beard. Doesn't very well convey the power of a wizard, when said wizard looked like a bum.
Nick didn't move, however, because one young man got up from his seat and walked to stand before him a few feet away. Nineteen, possibly twenty of South Korean descent. He assumed he was on break, due to the uniform he wore.
A bouncer, perhaps? This child? Interesting.
Those eyes cooly took him in, his hands by his side. He didn't need any weapons. This kid knew how to fight. No formal training that Nick could find, nothing he noticed. A street rat? He was just a punk, but he was a bouncer to a wizard.
Interesting.
The patrons noticed the abrupt movement of the silent teenager, and the tense atmosphere seemed to have quadrupled.
Ah, so they knew. The most important question was, how? How did a bunch of civilians (And most of them were) found out about his organizations' activities?
Stupid question. A wizard, obviously. The boy looked like he wanted to kill him, not that Nick could blame him. His people did, in fact, take theirs.
"That's enough Kang Hyuk, he is not here to fight," The Wizard said, casually flipping to a new page of his newspaper. "He's only here to talk. Once everything's been sorted out, I'm sure he will release your friends."
Nick Fury didn't bother to reply, but he watched quietly as the street punk casually walked away to his seat. Those eyes didn't move away, though. There was loyalty, here. Anger, as well, if by some of the resentful looks some people here sending his way.
His boots made heavy sounds on the deep red carpeted floor, as he walked toward the man responsible for capturing the attention of Captain America, and by default, SHIELD. If they gained the friendship and the loyalty of Steve, those loyalties would be tested. And Nick hates when people stole his tools.
"So, you're the wizard my agents were so riled up about," Nick started, smirking at the younger man seated in front of him. "I'm impressed with what you've done with this place. Has the posh, dry Brit thing goin' on. Real nice,"
The wizard in question didn't even look up from his newspaper, but he spied the curl of his lips.
"Thank you, Nick, for the compliment," Nick didn't know whether he should be surprised, or pissed, the man knew his name. "What can I do for you, if I may ask?"
"The question is, what can I do for you, Mr. Magic Man?" Nick carefully placed the palm of his hands on the counter, slightly bending down to loom over the wizard. Nick old boy, be careful. There are civilians here eavesdropping in on the conversation like they were in some high school drama. Well, some of them here were teenagers. Besides, he still has a lot to live for, and being lynched for taking away their friends by civilians of all people would be embarrassing for his career. "It's not every day the US government finds out about the existence of an actual wizard, with mythical animals of all things. Makes them question everything about life, you know? Shit, it's a real crisis,"
The wizard smirked, finally putting down his newspaper to look at him. "It's a wishing shop, Nick. You only get one wish. You are after all one of the chosen,"
"Ah, see, I had a feeling it was something like that," Nick casually strolled around the bar and poured himself a finger of whiskey from a random bottle from the back counter. The golden red liquid steamed hot, simmering and swirling. "Does that mean I can get any wish? And only one?"
"Only one, I'm afraid," The wizard looked thoughtful, almost wistful even, "And nothing so crude that has you wishing for world domination or omnipotence or some such nonsense. I have my limits. The more complicated the wish, the higher the price you pay,"
"You drive a hard bargain," Nick sniffed at the pint of alcohol he poured for himself, "And what is this? Looks like whiskey,"
"Ah, that's firewhiskey," Harry smiled cruelly at Nick. "Try it, you might like it."
Nick raised a brow, sniffed the drink once more, before taking a sip. "Wha-!"
His heart stopped. Just for a moment, he felt literal fire flowing through his veins. There was the pain, yes, but it was a tempered fire that inflamed his blood and seared his heart. It was as if Vulcan himself had set a forge inside his heart, forging his heart anew.
"Well... damn! I didn't expect that. It's good, though," Nick caught the glimpse of the steam coming out of his ears from the corner of his eyes. "You gotta barrel of those things? I'll buy all you got."
"So you can have your scientists test the drink for its properties?" The wizard huffed in exasperation, shaking his head. "Sure, why not. I have about twenty barrels of these thing in the basement. The cost is pretty high, but I'm sure you and your boys can afford it."
Nick set the drink on the counter, and he narrowed his eyes at the Wizard.
"But you're not here for that, are you Nick?" The wizard chuckled, pointing at the man in question. "You're here for the legendary Captain America, yeah?"
"You think this is funny?" Nick answered, scowling. "You got the greatest living hero in the world eating lunch in your property. And you? You're the man," Nick drawled out the last word, almost sarcastically, "The man from nowhere that gave us questions unanswered for all of human history. That scares my people. And you've been collecting people like these misfits over here like some kind of a cult. Tell me, how am I supposed to react, when the legendary hero is one of your trophies?"
The crowd listening in bristled in anger, while some showed indignation. The few that didn't react were men like Kang Hyuk, quiet and watchful of the newest addition of Hogwarts.
Rather than reacting in anger, as Fury expected, the wizard rolled his eyes. "What Captain America does is not of my business. He still hasn't made a wish, if you're still wondering."
"I wasn't. He's not the type."
"I know, that's what makes him so worthy," The wizard replied. He got up from his stool to fully face Nick. "If you want reassurance, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. However, you still have a wish."
Nick Fury knew a hint when he saw one.
"I want you to work for me. That's my wish," Nick bluntly said, sneering.
Harry hummed, almost contemplative. "For how long?"
Nick smiled.
Last edited:
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Harry Potter
Harry woke to the sound of soft breathing by his side. Carefully, Harry extracted his tangled limbs and left the bed. The woman, Sarah? Lisa? It was hard to remember, but he never had a high tolerance for drinking, anyway. A casual fling from last night, but it was well worth the experience they shared.
Putting on his white dress shirt, and his pants, Harry closed the door behind him and left the building. It has become an almost daily routine for him these past few weeks, something he could not help but indulge in. His nightmares won't stop coming, and the headache that accompanied it never helped. Drinking helped even less if he wanted his headache to be even worse.
The dreams were... disconcerting.
It meant something, Harry knew. A ravaged city lies in a vast field of skulls, skies scorched and blood red. Harry stood atop a barely standing building, overlooking the destroyed horizon. What came next can only mean the destruction the world itself. Fires unending, the earth splitting open and rivers of lava spewing forth. The oceans boil and the clouds churned in their wake, accompanied by the screams of the dying.
Death, death, death, they whispered to Harry.
Darkseid.
That name was all the clue he had. A simple, but ominous name. But it left strong enough connotations to leave him trembling and weak in bed. It was an ancient name, the spirits whisper, of primal vocation and incarnation of something decidedly evil.
An avatar of beginning and ending, suffering in the name of its might. What was it? A name, but a terrible name to invoke.
Always, the world ended in this scenario in his dreams, and he didn't know how to stop it. Powerless, left to rot and witness. It was a premonition of things to come, but could the fate of this world be avoided? Is there a possibility to delaying, even defeating the antagonist known as Darkseid? Absolutely, but it lies on a flip of a coin, a thin line leaning dangerously close to defeat.
A boon came to him a few days ago, when Fury stepped into his pub, tall and menacing. He wasn't afraid, glancing about him like a warrior, peerless and undaunted. He might be the herald of changes to come, both good or bad.
What was important, however, was that Fury wished for his services. Harry accepted because he could use the man's power and influence. A way to unify the world against an encroaching darkness. Should he join, will it be a choice that could change the fate of the world? An arrogant line of thought, but Harry's power was vast, and not to be underestimated. While heroes and villains stand divided, the world's true enemies are united.
Even the Asgards and the combined power of the nine realms might be unable to withstand the Enemy. That was how frightening the coming Enemy was.
Harry wouldn't admit this to anyone, but he was terrified. Absolutely, impossibly fearful for his life and the lives of all the people who call this world home.
That didn't mean that he would be cowering in the shadows, waiting for the enemy to pass him by. Oh no, quite the opposite. By the name of Merlin, it was his chance for a fight of a lifetime, to face the oncoming storm with both hands wide open.
He was startled out of his thoughts when a woman whispered next to his ears, invading his personal space.
"You're thinking about something," Said the woman. Harry could feel her breath on his ears, warm and seductive. A scarlet haired woman stepped next to him, "Anything I should know, Harry?"
She was professionally dressed, with minimal makeup to accentuate her eyes. Her red hair was long and curly, and her curves were in all the right places. Harry glanced at her with a smile, before he looked away.
So, she was the one they sent to pick him up? Harry wondered of her capabilities but dismissed it altogether. She was capable, of that he knew without a doubt. SHIELD doesn't employ fools, and to send her to pick up an important asset such as him makes her a very qualified person indeed.
For muggles, anyway.
"Just wondering what would happen if I decided to go on a killing spree and how well I could hide the bodies with magic," Harry replied amicably. The woman tensed, her eyes narrowed. "But it was just a childish daydream. Harry Potter, a pleasure."
She took his hand, a brief contact that lasted barely a second before she let it go.
The woman smiled, sharp and thin. "This way. The name is Natasha, by the way," She gestured to a sleek black sports car parked on the side of the road. "Come on, big boy. Think you can handle it?"
Harry raised a brow, but followed after her and got on the passenger side. His experience with cars has never been great. He was not averse to it, just mildly cautious.
"Here, take this," She handed him a laminated ID card, with a mugshot of his face on the right corner. It displayed his full name as Harry Potter, date of birth and the current address to which he provided that same night he agreed to be employed. "This will let you into our building, and you only have a few levels of clearance. Anything you can't get into, you'd be cleared once Fury gives the go."
Suddenly, the car lurched and sped through the city streets of New York at unbelievable speeds, weaving through cars and trucks like a spider weaving through her webs. It's a bloody miracle none of the coppers saw this.
"What makes you think I need a card to get where I want?" Harry commented, smirking at her.
"Formalities? You're not so big or bad that you want us as your enemies." She countered. The car sped faster, the wind howling behind them. "We have our own boys big enough to handle you."
"Oh, you mean the Hulk and Thor? Maybe even the Iron Man?" At her blank face, Harry chuckled. "I have no doubt they would come for me. Eventually. But not on your say so, I'm guessing. The Hulk is missing, and Thor doesn't don't take orders from humans. But if you entice him enough of a worthy battle, I'm sure he'll come."
Harry laughed, leaning against the leather seat. "As for the Iron Man? I'd love to see him try. You'll have to try better than that to make me compliant, luv,"
The rest of the ride was silent, the woman studying his every tic and micro expressions as she drove. Harry knew this because he cheated a little, using legilimens of her surface thoughts. Her mind wasn't so much as a machine, but a deadly scalpal, peeling away the layers of her opponents one layer at a time. He could have shivered if not for the fact that he would be showing weakness to a woman that made it her living to prey on such a thing. She was a scary woman, this Natasha. It... behooved him to be better acquainted with the assassin and not to antagonize her too much. She might be vindictive enough to screw him over at the least opportune moment.
The trip was long, but half way through the ride a chopper was waiting for them in the barren fields. The military chopper escorted them to the rooftop of a grand building situated in a middle of a small island.
Fury and his cohorts waited for them, looking delightfully menacing and dangerous.
"Well, I didn't expect a welcoming committee," Harry replied as he came closer. "I'm flattered Nick, truly, I am."
"Don't get too excited. You work for me now, remember?" Nick briskly turned around with his hands behind his back and walked toward the exit ramp. Harry followed with Black Widow behind him, keeping an eye on things. Him, Harry figured.
"You'll get your own office, your own secretary, whatever you need," Nick spoke once more once they entered the elevator and ordered the elevator AI to his office. "Anything else you need, just ask. You'll be provided for."
If they weren't so littered with bugs, Harry would have taken full advantage of it. Carte blanche, as the saying goes.
The soldiers eventually left, and Nick led Harry to a vast office. Everything screamed modern, state-of-the-art technology. The walls were white, and the windows were large and vast, overlooking the sea city behind the office desk. Harry compared the place with his headmaster's office and was left with disappointment. Nick's office could really use some magical paintings at least, to add some colour. This place was dull as the ghost that taught him history. It would be easier spying on the man, as well.
"You're doing an awful lot of things for for me," Harry replied, his fingers tapping on the armchair he found himself seated on. Natasha stood behind him a few feet away, ready to spring into action should the need arise. "You can always fire me if things don't work out."
Nick snorted. "You're one of the most dangerous people I know. You manipulate an unknown type of energy and hold items that are interesting to us. Moving chess pieces? Talking portraits?" The old cyclops found his own seat behind his desk. "I want that."
Harry smiled.
"I'll help as best I could, but I'm not your treasure trove to unearth, Nick," Harry sighed, tapping his fingers against his legs. "I must confess, I have my own plans for my... current, if brief, employment," It seemed, Harry noted, that he might have made the situation a bit tense with his confession. Still, he continued on, "I'm going to help you prepare as best as I could on the Avengers initiative program."
The tension may have skyrocketed, thought Harry. Push and pull to see what cracks first.
"I never mentioned anything about the Avengers initiative..." Nick's tensed shoulders and the rigid posture might mean one thing, He had a gun resting on his knee. Harry caught a glance of Natasha at the corner of his eyes, like a cat about to pounce on her prey.
Of course, he didn't mention it. The man was practically broadcasting it on loudspeakers on ways to recruit Harry into the Avengers program the second the two met. It didn't take long for Harry to peace together what little he could behind the man's formidable walls his mind was in. For one thing, the Avengers program was top secret, right there alongside the Second Phase part of SHIELD's goals. The fact that Harry knew something very few people knew was daunting as it was dangerous.
"You didn't, but I have eyes everywhere," Harry decided to throw them for a loop, make them go on a wild goose chase for a while rather than letting in on the fact that he could basically break into people's heads. The last thing he wanted was for these dangerous people to understand what he could do. Harry got to his feet and brushed away the imaginary dust on his sleeves. "As for the Avengers program, I'll bring in the list of candidates for you to look over. I'm sure you'll appreciate my efforts."
"Ta-ta!" Before Fury's alarmed (if somewhat of a priceless expression) on his face, Harry disappeared with a silent crack, leaving only two silent, if stunned, occupants in the room.
Harry Potter
Harry woke to the sound of soft breathing by his side. Carefully, Harry extracted his tangled limbs and left the bed. The woman, Sarah? Lisa? It was hard to remember, but he never had a high tolerance for drinking, anyway. A casual fling from last night, but it was well worth the experience they shared.
Putting on his white dress shirt, and his pants, Harry closed the door behind him and left the building. It has become an almost daily routine for him these past few weeks, something he could not help but indulge in. His nightmares won't stop coming, and the headache that accompanied it never helped. Drinking helped even less if he wanted his headache to be even worse.
The dreams were... disconcerting.
It meant something, Harry knew. A ravaged city lies in a vast field of skulls, skies scorched and blood red. Harry stood atop a barely standing building, overlooking the destroyed horizon. What came next can only mean the destruction the world itself. Fires unending, the earth splitting open and rivers of lava spewing forth. The oceans boil and the clouds churned in their wake, accompanied by the screams of the dying.
Death, death, death, they whispered to Harry.
Darkseid.
That name was all the clue he had. A simple, but ominous name. But it left strong enough connotations to leave him trembling and weak in bed. It was an ancient name, the spirits whisper, of primal vocation and incarnation of something decidedly evil.
An avatar of beginning and ending, suffering in the name of its might. What was it? A name, but a terrible name to invoke.
Always, the world ended in this scenario in his dreams, and he didn't know how to stop it. Powerless, left to rot and witness. It was a premonition of things to come, but could the fate of this world be avoided? Is there a possibility to delaying, even defeating the antagonist known as Darkseid? Absolutely, but it lies on a flip of a coin, a thin line leaning dangerously close to defeat.
A boon came to him a few days ago, when Fury stepped into his pub, tall and menacing. He wasn't afraid, glancing about him like a warrior, peerless and undaunted. He might be the herald of changes to come, both good or bad.
What was important, however, was that Fury wished for his services. Harry accepted because he could use the man's power and influence. A way to unify the world against an encroaching darkness. Should he join, will it be a choice that could change the fate of the world? An arrogant line of thought, but Harry's power was vast, and not to be underestimated. While heroes and villains stand divided, the world's true enemies are united.
Even the Asgards and the combined power of the nine realms might be unable to withstand the Enemy. That was how frightening the coming Enemy was.
Harry wouldn't admit this to anyone, but he was terrified. Absolutely, impossibly fearful for his life and the lives of all the people who call this world home.
That didn't mean that he would be cowering in the shadows, waiting for the enemy to pass him by. Oh no, quite the opposite. By the name of Merlin, it was his chance for a fight of a lifetime, to face the oncoming storm with both hands wide open.
He was startled out of his thoughts when a woman whispered next to his ears, invading his personal space.
"You're thinking about something," Said the woman. Harry could feel her breath on his ears, warm and seductive. A scarlet haired woman stepped next to him, "Anything I should know, Harry?"
She was professionally dressed, with minimal makeup to accentuate her eyes. Her red hair was long and curly, and her curves were in all the right places. Harry glanced at her with a smile, before he looked away.
So, she was the one they sent to pick him up? Harry wondered of her capabilities but dismissed it altogether. She was capable, of that he knew without a doubt. SHIELD doesn't employ fools, and to send her to pick up an important asset such as him makes her a very qualified person indeed.
For muggles, anyway.
"Just wondering what would happen if I decided to go on a killing spree and how well I could hide the bodies with magic," Harry replied amicably. The woman tensed, her eyes narrowed. "But it was just a childish daydream. Harry Potter, a pleasure."
She took his hand, a brief contact that lasted barely a second before she let it go.
The woman smiled, sharp and thin. "This way. The name is Natasha, by the way," She gestured to a sleek black sports car parked on the side of the road. "Come on, big boy. Think you can handle it?"
Harry raised a brow, but followed after her and got on the passenger side. His experience with cars has never been great. He was not averse to it, just mildly cautious.
"Here, take this," She handed him a laminated ID card, with a mugshot of his face on the right corner. It displayed his full name as Harry Potter, date of birth and the current address to which he provided that same night he agreed to be employed. "This will let you into our building, and you only have a few levels of clearance. Anything you can't get into, you'd be cleared once Fury gives the go."
Suddenly, the car lurched and sped through the city streets of New York at unbelievable speeds, weaving through cars and trucks like a spider weaving through her webs. It's a bloody miracle none of the coppers saw this.
"What makes you think I need a card to get where I want?" Harry commented, smirking at her.
"Formalities? You're not so big or bad that you want us as your enemies." She countered. The car sped faster, the wind howling behind them. "We have our own boys big enough to handle you."
"Oh, you mean the Hulk and Thor? Maybe even the Iron Man?" At her blank face, Harry chuckled. "I have no doubt they would come for me. Eventually. But not on your say so, I'm guessing. The Hulk is missing, and Thor doesn't don't take orders from humans. But if you entice him enough of a worthy battle, I'm sure he'll come."
Harry laughed, leaning against the leather seat. "As for the Iron Man? I'd love to see him try. You'll have to try better than that to make me compliant, luv,"
The rest of the ride was silent, the woman studying his every tic and micro expressions as she drove. Harry knew this because he cheated a little, using legilimens of her surface thoughts. Her mind wasn't so much as a machine, but a deadly scalpal, peeling away the layers of her opponents one layer at a time. He could have shivered if not for the fact that he would be showing weakness to a woman that made it her living to prey on such a thing. She was a scary woman, this Natasha. It... behooved him to be better acquainted with the assassin and not to antagonize her too much. She might be vindictive enough to screw him over at the least opportune moment.
The trip was long, but half way through the ride a chopper was waiting for them in the barren fields. The military chopper escorted them to the rooftop of a grand building situated in a middle of a small island.
Fury and his cohorts waited for them, looking delightfully menacing and dangerous.
"Well, I didn't expect a welcoming committee," Harry replied as he came closer. "I'm flattered Nick, truly, I am."
"Don't get too excited. You work for me now, remember?" Nick briskly turned around with his hands behind his back and walked toward the exit ramp. Harry followed with Black Widow behind him, keeping an eye on things. Him, Harry figured.
"You'll get your own office, your own secretary, whatever you need," Nick spoke once more once they entered the elevator and ordered the elevator AI to his office. "Anything else you need, just ask. You'll be provided for."
If they weren't so littered with bugs, Harry would have taken full advantage of it. Carte blanche, as the saying goes.
The soldiers eventually left, and Nick led Harry to a vast office. Everything screamed modern, state-of-the-art technology. The walls were white, and the windows were large and vast, overlooking the sea city behind the office desk. Harry compared the place with his headmaster's office and was left with disappointment. Nick's office could really use some magical paintings at least, to add some colour. This place was dull as the ghost that taught him history. It would be easier spying on the man, as well.
"You're doing an awful lot of things for for me," Harry replied, his fingers tapping on the armchair he found himself seated on. Natasha stood behind him a few feet away, ready to spring into action should the need arise. "You can always fire me if things don't work out."
Nick snorted. "You're one of the most dangerous people I know. You manipulate an unknown type of energy and hold items that are interesting to us. Moving chess pieces? Talking portraits?" The old cyclops found his own seat behind his desk. "I want that."
Harry smiled.
"I'll help as best I could, but I'm not your treasure trove to unearth, Nick," Harry sighed, tapping his fingers against his legs. "I must confess, I have my own plans for my... current, if brief, employment," It seemed, Harry noted, that he might have made the situation a bit tense with his confession. Still, he continued on, "I'm going to help you prepare as best as I could on the Avengers initiative program."
The tension may have skyrocketed, thought Harry. Push and pull to see what cracks first.
"I never mentioned anything about the Avengers initiative..." Nick's tensed shoulders and the rigid posture might mean one thing, He had a gun resting on his knee. Harry caught a glance of Natasha at the corner of his eyes, like a cat about to pounce on her prey.
Of course, he didn't mention it. The man was practically broadcasting it on loudspeakers on ways to recruit Harry into the Avengers program the second the two met. It didn't take long for Harry to peace together what little he could behind the man's formidable walls his mind was in. For one thing, the Avengers program was top secret, right there alongside the Second Phase part of SHIELD's goals. The fact that Harry knew something very few people knew was daunting as it was dangerous.
"You didn't, but I have eyes everywhere," Harry decided to throw them for a loop, make them go on a wild goose chase for a while rather than letting in on the fact that he could basically break into people's heads. The last thing he wanted was for these dangerous people to understand what he could do. Harry got to his feet and brushed away the imaginary dust on his sleeves. "As for the Avengers program, I'll bring in the list of candidates for you to look over. I'm sure you'll appreciate my efforts."
"Ta-ta!" Before Fury's alarmed (if somewhat of a priceless expression) on his face, Harry disappeared with a silent crack, leaving only two silent, if stunned, occupants in the room.
Last edited:
Interesting story so far. I did not realize the crossover included DC till you brought in Wonder Woman and Batman, lol.
I always a appreciate a what-if version of Harry that has mostly canon background yet as an adult come into his own as a powerful wizard. I don't mind this playful/mischievous side since its easy to see that James Potter acting like that and for Harry to slowly slide into that mindset after abit of peace.
I both want to know more about this Hogwarts bar with Harry giving wishes yet also keeping it a mystery. I am currently on the fence on whether Harry gets something personal or if his seer abilities are literally just steering him to people that need help and can do alot of good if given assistance. If we merge HP magic with elements from MCU there could be the chance Harry is targeting "broken" people who end up trading their potential for MCU magic in return for the wish which Harry utilizes in some way, perhaps even to fuel the actual wish.
I always a appreciate a what-if version of Harry that has mostly canon background yet as an adult come into his own as a powerful wizard. I don't mind this playful/mischievous side since its easy to see that James Potter acting like that and for Harry to slowly slide into that mindset after abit of peace.
I both want to know more about this Hogwarts bar with Harry giving wishes yet also keeping it a mystery. I am currently on the fence on whether Harry gets something personal or if his seer abilities are literally just steering him to people that need help and can do alot of good if given assistance. If we merge HP magic with elements from MCU there could be the chance Harry is targeting "broken" people who end up trading their potential for MCU magic in return for the wish which Harry utilizes in some way, perhaps even to fuel the actual wish.
XelianEmperor
Fragile. Handle with care
I thought this story is one universe too many
But to those reading this please read this story is really good
But to those reading this please read this story is really good
Last edited:
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
What's with the short person hate? Everyone always rewrites Harry as a tall guy. As if us smaller men can't do shit.
Seems an interesting story though.
Seems an interesting story though.
- Location
- PR
True he is always a 6 foot beast or 6 foot 5 beast with chiseled abs that moves like a panther and eyes that penetrate into your skull.
Never have I read about a 5'9" or close Harry.
Maybe his BAMF power is related to his height and walking style. Lets not forget my father was a prankster so I have to be one too. As if that passes through genes.
That it's going to be a very busy Earth, very quickly. From what I remember, DC and Marvel have several parallel organisations and beings that, in this situation, would result in some very complicated encounters.
...
"Damnit, today was MY day to invade Earth!"
"Are you sure? March first? I could have sworn that was booked for me!"
"You fool! It's a leap year! Today is MINE!"
...
"So are you guys going to start? I'd like to be home for dinner."
"No!"/"No!"
...
"Damnit, today was MY day to invade Earth!"
"Are you sure? March first? I could have sworn that was booked for me!"
"You fool! It's a leap year! Today is MINE!"
...
"So are you guys going to start? I'd like to be home for dinner."
"No!"/"No!"
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Kara Potter
It was probably a large amount of candy she secretly ate, or the cute little kitten she rescued from the street and gave it a home in her room, and all in a day's work. So why was she feeling anxious that her daddy was going to find out everything and take it away? Not if Kara has anything to say about it.
There is not a single scenario in this world, or the next, that her daddy would punish her for eating all the candy or taking the George away. She would just have to blast him with her puppy eyes and he will relent. She's a princess, after all. Yes, that's right. Better yet, she might be able to enlist the help of Fawkes. He always takes her side, and what better way than to team up against daddy? A double whammy, a KO.
Her daddy didn't stand a chance.
"Kara! Why is there a kitten using my shoes as a toilet?!"
Kara gasped. Speaking of which, her daddy was home already?! She didn't hear him come in, and she had excellent hearing. She's a Kryptonian, after all. Kara sometimes made her trek to the basement to stare in awe at her spaceship. This was the thing her daddy found her in that day, so many years ago. At least, that's what daddy said. It always vexed her how he was able to do and know the things he did. Probably magic, she thought glumly.
The young girl daintily packed her favorite books and guilty walked into her daddy's room. She made sure to project the guiltiest look there has ever been and made her way to the entrance hall of their house, where her daddy was frowning down at her.
It was modest four bedroom house in the suburban area, a little too big for just the two of them. It was good, though, because she had a lot of places to hide her things.
"Well? Why is there are stray inside the house?" Her daddy crossed his arms and glared down at her.
Kara looked up at him with wide blue eyes, trembling lips and especially made sure to twiddle her fingers in front of her. She sniffed, then replied, "I saw the... the kitten on the street and a car was..."
Her daddy's glare melted away, looking down at her with sympathetic eyes and, was that guilt? Yes! Her attack was super effective!
"You do have Fluffy, you know," He got down to his knees and locked eyes with her. "Fine, you have to feed it, train it, and it sleeps in your room, got it?"
Kara squealed and leaped up to hug him.
"Oi! Neck! My neck! I can't breath!" Kara relaxed her arms around his neck and rested her head on the crook of his neck. Her daddy breathed a sigh of relief. Did she mention she was also super strong?
"Thanks, daddy, you're the best!" Kara felt him kiss the crown of her head and felt his warm hands on her small back.
"Anything for my little princess," He replied, before picking her up and bringing her to her bedroom. "Now, I think it's time for bed, yeah?"
"What?! But I'm not sleepy!" At his frown, which Kara always felt guilty whenever he looked at her like that, she finally relented. "Fine! But I want chocolate cake tomorrow, deal?"
He chuckled, setting her down the bed and putting the warm blankets over her. "Only a little, but only if you sleep."
Kara sniffed haughtily before she brought the blankets up to her neck and cuddled to the warmth of her bed. When she pretended to sleep, her daddy finally left after kissing her on the brow. She waited for a moment, letting exhaustion of the day drain out of her.
Just when she thought she was about to fall asleep, Kara heard it. It was a strange voice, like gravel and dirt being grinding together. Kara concentrated, willing her ability to listen in on whoever was down there. Kara wasn't scared of a stranger entering her house. Her daddy was here, and he was the strongest person she's ever met. And besides, Fluffy was somewhere inside the house, housed away inside the dimensional garden the size of a small city.
"So, should I be thankful for breaking me out of prison?" Kara couldn't understand what was going on. Was he a prisoner? Kara carefully left her bed and floated to the door. She pressed her ear to the door, calmed her breathing, and listened carefully.
"What I require are your services. Payments will be made once your tasks are completed," That was her dad's voice! Just what was going on!? Kara could not feel the two heartbeats in the house. Two heartbeats, both beating. Their breaths were calm and steady. "I am a very generous employer, Slade,"
"I already have a task to complete. I can't-"
"You failed to complete your task, and failed spectacularly," The unknown man talking to her father was grinding his teeth, his heartbeat racing a mile a minute. There was a grinding of steel, and Kara almost gasped. She stifled any sound and covered her mouth with her hands. That was a sword! Kara knew the sound of steel anywhere. After all, her daddy had plenty of them in the weapons rack in the basement. "...-and your employer was thrown in prison. Your main accounts and possessions are seized, and your obsession with the Batman will be the death of you."
"I should kill you..." The voice growled out.
Her daddy snorted in contempt. "You'll try, and fail again. Do you want to go for two for two?" When the stranger didn't make a move, her daddy continued. "Now, I have a better proposition, but it comes with a cost. Would you like to hear it?"
There was a short pause, then the stranger spoke reluctantly, "I'm listening,"
There was a rustle of paper being placed on the table, one that the stranger picked up.
"You are an extraordinary superhuman, a sort of replication of what they did with Captain America. A failure, they said," She could hear her daddy's footsteps as she assumed he walked around the table to stand in front of the stranger. "A failure you are not."
"... There are very few people who know the existence of Wakanda and its potential. That alone is worth the effort, and even I can't enter it without being waylaid by its protectors. And the other proposals... what are you?"
Kara could hear the man taking a step back. She could feel his heart beat faster, his fist clenching against the leather of his glove. She frowned. Was this stranger going to work for daddy?
Her daddy chuckled, a chair scraping against the hardwood floor and he sat down. "Accept my deal, a binding of an unbreakable vow, and I'll provide you with whatever you need. One of my demands is, of course, to let go of your hatred of Batman,"
"No deal." A short, simple reply that said everything that had to say. "I will kill Batman, and there aren't enough amount of offers you can give me will dissuade my goal."
"I see," Her daddy sighed, tapping his fingers on the table, "Well, it's a good thing I timed it perfectly, otherwise things would have gone wrong."
Kara could feel a tension building up, and she could practically hear the stranger's muscles getting ready to spring at a moment's notice.
"In about sixty seconds, a message is about to be transmitted around the world, something you should listen to, since it involves all of us."
"... what?"
"An invasion."
Kara's eyes widened. Invasion? By her people!? She heard the light bulbs downstairs explode. As if to prove it, her nightlight in her room exploded, plunging it into utter darkness. She whimpered, but gathered up her courage and continued to listen.
There was a static, a bleary kind of sound that you might hear in horror movies. then a voice came through, ominous and dark. Kara barely understood this language, but she knew its origin. It was Kryptonian.
"You are not alone."
That message kept repeating over and over again, like a broken recorder. Then the voice slowly transformed into a language she did understand.
"We are not alone."
Kara whipped her head when her phone alerted her. To her dread, even her phone displayed the message.
"You are not alone."
Kara felt a dread in the pit of her stomach as she slowly made her way to the phone by the bedside. She numbly sat on her bed and picked up her phone.
Suddenly, the large blocky text went away with a sudden wash of noise, and a man with a blurry face came into the screen. Even though Kara could barely see his face, she knew she heard that voice somewhere.
"My name is General Zod. I come from a world far from yours. I have journeyed across an ocean of stars to reach you. For some time, your world has sheltered one of my citizens. I request that you return this individual over to my custody.
For reasons unknown, he has chosen to keep his existence from you a secret. He will have made efforts to blend in. He will look like you. But he is not one of you.
To those of you who may know of his current location, the fate of your planet rests in your hands. To Kal-El, I say this: surrender within twenty-four hours... or watch this world suffer the consequences."
The video died abruptly, her screen black once more. Kara watched her phone, stunned at the revelation. There was another one lost just like her, Kal-El. While she may have found a place with her daddy, this Kal-El might've not.
"What is this!"
"Quiet! My daughter is sleeping. Wake her and I'll end," There was a rustle of something being shifted around the table. Kara didn't know what, but she didn't care. "The world is about to get a nasty wake-up call. People like you are nothing more than fodder for these people. Very few people are able to go toe-to-toe against them; Hulk and Thor are the only two people I can think of that can beat them back. What I'm offering you is a way to survive."
"How do I know this isn't a trick?" The sword was sheathed, another chair was scraped against a chair.
"Please, don't think I'm stupid. You already verified it the second that message started playing. That news of the extraterrestrial message is being reported on by every type of media on the planet."
"...Can we survive this invasion?"
"I don't know... I'm not prepared enough to deal with them. Should I go out and confront them, I doubt I will be in one piece. Let's just hope this... whoever this Kal-El is, would deal with them. Hopefully, Thor and the Hulk will be there as well."
"How is it you know so well their strengths?"
"Because my daughter is one of them," A coffee pot was started up, the water boiling almost instantly. "And my six-year-old daughter can lift my car with some effort."
A beat of silence followed after that.
"Very well, I'll accept your terms. They are... generous."
Kara tuned out the noises in the background and went back to staring at her screen. It felt like a dream. It felt like she was in a daze in reality. Kal-El. She knew that name from somewhere, just like she knew General Zod. It felt like a whisper in the back of her mind, constantly prodding and poking her. She knew, but she can't remember. Her people are here, and they're going to invade her home just because of one person. Kara didn't know what to do. Normally, she would go to her dad, but even he didn't know what to do.
Kal-El was here, somewhere, lost and alone. She was lucky because her daddy was special just like her, and powerful in their own way. She can play roughly with Fluffy all day, and she wouldn't have to be afraid of hurting the dog like she would with her school friends and even her daddy.
What must life be like for Kal-El?
Kara didn't know, but she will find out.
Carefully, she slid her window open. She stuffed her clothes in her bag and the few candy she stowed away. She even stuffed her piggy bank inside the bag and everything else she could think of. It's a good thing the bag was magically enchanted, otherwise she would be limited to how much she could bring with her.
"I'll be back, daddy. Just you wait, I'll catch Kal-El, and bring him home!"
Kara slipped out of the window. A blast of displaced air was all the sound she made when she flew away into the night sky, her backpack secured tightly behind her.
Kara Potter
It was probably a large amount of candy she secretly ate, or the cute little kitten she rescued from the street and gave it a home in her room, and all in a day's work. So why was she feeling anxious that her daddy was going to find out everything and take it away? Not if Kara has anything to say about it.
There is not a single scenario in this world, or the next, that her daddy would punish her for eating all the candy or taking the George away. She would just have to blast him with her puppy eyes and he will relent. She's a princess, after all. Yes, that's right. Better yet, she might be able to enlist the help of Fawkes. He always takes her side, and what better way than to team up against daddy? A double whammy, a KO.
Her daddy didn't stand a chance.
"Kara! Why is there a kitten using my shoes as a toilet?!"
Kara gasped. Speaking of which, her daddy was home already?! She didn't hear him come in, and she had excellent hearing. She's a Kryptonian, after all. Kara sometimes made her trek to the basement to stare in awe at her spaceship. This was the thing her daddy found her in that day, so many years ago. At least, that's what daddy said. It always vexed her how he was able to do and know the things he did. Probably magic, she thought glumly.
The young girl daintily packed her favorite books and guilty walked into her daddy's room. She made sure to project the guiltiest look there has ever been and made her way to the entrance hall of their house, where her daddy was frowning down at her.
It was modest four bedroom house in the suburban area, a little too big for just the two of them. It was good, though, because she had a lot of places to hide her things.
"Well? Why is there are stray inside the house?" Her daddy crossed his arms and glared down at her.
Kara looked up at him with wide blue eyes, trembling lips and especially made sure to twiddle her fingers in front of her. She sniffed, then replied, "I saw the... the kitten on the street and a car was..."
Her daddy's glare melted away, looking down at her with sympathetic eyes and, was that guilt? Yes! Her attack was super effective!
"You do have Fluffy, you know," He got down to his knees and locked eyes with her. "Fine, you have to feed it, train it, and it sleeps in your room, got it?"
Kara squealed and leaped up to hug him.
"Oi! Neck! My neck! I can't breath!" Kara relaxed her arms around his neck and rested her head on the crook of his neck. Her daddy breathed a sigh of relief. Did she mention she was also super strong?
"Thanks, daddy, you're the best!" Kara felt him kiss the crown of her head and felt his warm hands on her small back.
"Anything for my little princess," He replied, before picking her up and bringing her to her bedroom. "Now, I think it's time for bed, yeah?"
"What?! But I'm not sleepy!" At his frown, which Kara always felt guilty whenever he looked at her like that, she finally relented. "Fine! But I want chocolate cake tomorrow, deal?"
He chuckled, setting her down the bed and putting the warm blankets over her. "Only a little, but only if you sleep."
Kara sniffed haughtily before she brought the blankets up to her neck and cuddled to the warmth of her bed. When she pretended to sleep, her daddy finally left after kissing her on the brow. She waited for a moment, letting exhaustion of the day drain out of her.
Just when she thought she was about to fall asleep, Kara heard it. It was a strange voice, like gravel and dirt being grinding together. Kara concentrated, willing her ability to listen in on whoever was down there. Kara wasn't scared of a stranger entering her house. Her daddy was here, and he was the strongest person she's ever met. And besides, Fluffy was somewhere inside the house, housed away inside the dimensional garden the size of a small city.
"So, should I be thankful for breaking me out of prison?" Kara couldn't understand what was going on. Was he a prisoner? Kara carefully left her bed and floated to the door. She pressed her ear to the door, calmed her breathing, and listened carefully.
"What I require are your services. Payments will be made once your tasks are completed," That was her dad's voice! Just what was going on!? Kara could not feel the two heartbeats in the house. Two heartbeats, both beating. Their breaths were calm and steady. "I am a very generous employer, Slade,"
"I already have a task to complete. I can't-"
"You failed to complete your task, and failed spectacularly," The unknown man talking to her father was grinding his teeth, his heartbeat racing a mile a minute. There was a grinding of steel, and Kara almost gasped. She stifled any sound and covered her mouth with her hands. That was a sword! Kara knew the sound of steel anywhere. After all, her daddy had plenty of them in the weapons rack in the basement. "...-and your employer was thrown in prison. Your main accounts and possessions are seized, and your obsession with the Batman will be the death of you."
"I should kill you..." The voice growled out.
Her daddy snorted in contempt. "You'll try, and fail again. Do you want to go for two for two?" When the stranger didn't make a move, her daddy continued. "Now, I have a better proposition, but it comes with a cost. Would you like to hear it?"
There was a short pause, then the stranger spoke reluctantly, "I'm listening,"
There was a rustle of paper being placed on the table, one that the stranger picked up.
"You are an extraordinary superhuman, a sort of replication of what they did with Captain America. A failure, they said," She could hear her daddy's footsteps as she assumed he walked around the table to stand in front of the stranger. "A failure you are not."
"... There are very few people who know the existence of Wakanda and its potential. That alone is worth the effort, and even I can't enter it without being waylaid by its protectors. And the other proposals... what are you?"
Kara could hear the man taking a step back. She could feel his heart beat faster, his fist clenching against the leather of his glove. She frowned. Was this stranger going to work for daddy?
Her daddy chuckled, a chair scraping against the hardwood floor and he sat down. "Accept my deal, a binding of an unbreakable vow, and I'll provide you with whatever you need. One of my demands is, of course, to let go of your hatred of Batman,"
"No deal." A short, simple reply that said everything that had to say. "I will kill Batman, and there aren't enough amount of offers you can give me will dissuade my goal."
"I see," Her daddy sighed, tapping his fingers on the table, "Well, it's a good thing I timed it perfectly, otherwise things would have gone wrong."
Kara could feel a tension building up, and she could practically hear the stranger's muscles getting ready to spring at a moment's notice.
"In about sixty seconds, a message is about to be transmitted around the world, something you should listen to, since it involves all of us."
"... what?"
"An invasion."
Kara's eyes widened. Invasion? By her people!? She heard the light bulbs downstairs explode. As if to prove it, her nightlight in her room exploded, plunging it into utter darkness. She whimpered, but gathered up her courage and continued to listen.
There was a static, a bleary kind of sound that you might hear in horror movies. then a voice came through, ominous and dark. Kara barely understood this language, but she knew its origin. It was Kryptonian.
"You are not alone."
That message kept repeating over and over again, like a broken recorder. Then the voice slowly transformed into a language she did understand.
"We are not alone."
Kara whipped her head when her phone alerted her. To her dread, even her phone displayed the message.
"You are not alone."
Kara felt a dread in the pit of her stomach as she slowly made her way to the phone by the bedside. She numbly sat on her bed and picked up her phone.
Suddenly, the large blocky text went away with a sudden wash of noise, and a man with a blurry face came into the screen. Even though Kara could barely see his face, she knew she heard that voice somewhere.
"My name is General Zod. I come from a world far from yours. I have journeyed across an ocean of stars to reach you. For some time, your world has sheltered one of my citizens. I request that you return this individual over to my custody.
For reasons unknown, he has chosen to keep his existence from you a secret. He will have made efforts to blend in. He will look like you. But he is not one of you.
To those of you who may know of his current location, the fate of your planet rests in your hands. To Kal-El, I say this: surrender within twenty-four hours... or watch this world suffer the consequences."
The video died abruptly, her screen black once more. Kara watched her phone, stunned at the revelation. There was another one lost just like her, Kal-El. While she may have found a place with her daddy, this Kal-El might've not.
"What is this!"
"Quiet! My daughter is sleeping. Wake her and I'll end," There was a rustle of something being shifted around the table. Kara didn't know what, but she didn't care. "The world is about to get a nasty wake-up call. People like you are nothing more than fodder for these people. Very few people are able to go toe-to-toe against them; Hulk and Thor are the only two people I can think of that can beat them back. What I'm offering you is a way to survive."
"How do I know this isn't a trick?" The sword was sheathed, another chair was scraped against a chair.
"Please, don't think I'm stupid. You already verified it the second that message started playing. That news of the extraterrestrial message is being reported on by every type of media on the planet."
"...Can we survive this invasion?"
"I don't know... I'm not prepared enough to deal with them. Should I go out and confront them, I doubt I will be in one piece. Let's just hope this... whoever this Kal-El is, would deal with them. Hopefully, Thor and the Hulk will be there as well."
"How is it you know so well their strengths?"
"Because my daughter is one of them," A coffee pot was started up, the water boiling almost instantly. "And my six-year-old daughter can lift my car with some effort."
A beat of silence followed after that.
"Very well, I'll accept your terms. They are... generous."
Kara tuned out the noises in the background and went back to staring at her screen. It felt like a dream. It felt like she was in a daze in reality. Kal-El. She knew that name from somewhere, just like she knew General Zod. It felt like a whisper in the back of her mind, constantly prodding and poking her. She knew, but she can't remember. Her people are here, and they're going to invade her home just because of one person. Kara didn't know what to do. Normally, she would go to her dad, but even he didn't know what to do.
Kal-El was here, somewhere, lost and alone. She was lucky because her daddy was special just like her, and powerful in their own way. She can play roughly with Fluffy all day, and she wouldn't have to be afraid of hurting the dog like she would with her school friends and even her daddy.
What must life be like for Kal-El?
Kara didn't know, but she will find out.
Carefully, she slid her window open. She stuffed her clothes in her bag and the few candy she stowed away. She even stuffed her piggy bank inside the bag and everything else she could think of. It's a good thing the bag was magically enchanted, otherwise she would be limited to how much she could bring with her.
"I'll be back, daddy. Just you wait, I'll catch Kal-El, and bring him home!"
Kara slipped out of the window. A blast of displaced air was all the sound she made when she flew away into the night sky, her backpack secured tightly behind her.
Last edited:
Fury's paranoia intensifies!!!
- Location
- Madness realms
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
Deathstroke. He said "Slade".