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Traveler: Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2024-02-08 16:45:01 +0000 UTCA large blue translucent screen was suspended in the middle of the room, relaying the live feed from the Helicarrier. Nick Fury stood in the hangar, staring at one of his best agents.
“Report, Agent Hill.”
“Sir. Agent Barton and the other six agents have been brought under control. No casualties.”
“And where is Agent Barton?”
“Still unconscious, sir. It is unknown whether he is still under Loki’s mind spell and adequate measures have been taken to ensure he does not go berserk if he wakes up. The paramedics have him under monitoring. All vitals normal.”
“What about Loki and the Tesseract?”
“Still unknown, sir. Neither she nor the Tesseract were present in the aircraft.”
Nick Fury stared at his agent with pursed lips.
“I take it Mr. Potter was involved in this… recovery mission?”
“Indeed, Director.”
“And how did Mr. Potter discover Agent Barton’s location, if I may ask?”
“Why don’t you ask Mr. Potter himself, Nick?”
Nick Fury glanced over as the man himself came into the picture, and a frown grew on his face.
It was apparent to Maria at first glance why. Wearing nothing but a pair of joggers and running shoes, Harry stood right beside Maria and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Long time no see, Nick,” Harry greeted exuberantly.
“Mr… Potter,” Nick Fury intoned softly.
“Why are you drawling? You’re reminding me of someone I’d rather never remember,” Harry muttered, recalling how Snape had called his name out during his first Potions class at Hogwarts. It felt like a lifetime ago when he had been there, he could not help but think to himself.
“Harry…” Maria sighed.
They had finished their little amorous session not even half an hour ago and she had immediately gone to prepare for the debriefing. The room they had been in was on the other side of the wall behind them.
She had been enthusiastic, and as always, he gave back as well as he got. The side effect of having sex with him had already kicked in, leaving her wanting more of him. It didn’t help that here he stood with her in front of her boss, with his delicious upper body bare, and her hand caressed his naked back involuntarily out of the sight of the camera that relayed their live feed.
Harry glanced at his lovely girlfriend and smirked.
“What? I’m not distracting you while you’re on your job, am I?” He teased, his hand coming down to grope her lovely arse. Her boss who coincidentally was also the man who didn’t like him that much might be in front of them, watching, but Harry couldn’t give two fucks about it.
“If we can get to the matter at hand,” Nick Fury interjected pointedly and the couple glanced at him. Maria, who had subconsciously leaned into Harry, straightened up and stared at her boss.
“Apologies, sir.”
“Yeah, same,” Harry said dismissively. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, why don’t you ask Mr. Potter himself, Nick?”
Nick Fury sighed, feeling the usual migraine forming. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to never have to interact with this insufferable man… Alas, duty took precedence over his wants, and Harry Potter was one powerful individual whom he needed to personally deal with whenever their paths crossed.
“How did you find Agent Barton from thousands of miles away, Mr. Potter?”
“Hmm…” Harry mused thoughtfully. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me for rescuing such a big asset instead?”
Maria merely closed her eyes in exasperation. She had long gotten used to this behavior on Harry’s part whenever the Director of SHIELD was concerned. Meanwhile, Nick Fury stared at the man with pursed lips.
“Ah, forget it,” Harry waved his hand dismissively. “It ain’t as if I did this for you. Nat cares for the guy. Back to your question. I’m afraid I can’t tell you how exactly I managed to sniff Barton out of his hole. Can’t you just be happy knowing your precious agent is safe and sound?”
There was a moment of terse silence during which Maria Hill stared at the Director with a neutral expression on her face. She knew Harry would never divulge a secret he didn’t want to, no matter how much the Director probed. She gave him a pointed look when he happened to glance her way.
“Alright,” Nick Fury replied finally. “I understand. I assume you knocked Agent Barton out?”
Harry chuckled.
“It was Nat, not me. I just made sure he didn’t move.”
Fury nodded.
“Don’t worry, Nick. You’ll have your agent back to business in no time. He might be waking up any time now,” Harry continued. “As for Loki and the Tesseract, now that we have Barton with us, we can find out where they are as well. So no worries on that front either.”
With his part done, Harry turned to Maria and planted a passionate kiss on her lips, uncaring of who might be watching. He pulled away with a smirk, not missing the look of sheer desire on her face, and walked out of the room.
“I hope you are not mixing duty with pleasure, Agent Hill,” Fury remarked once Harry was out, and Maria quickly whirled back toward the screen, shaking her head.
“You don’t need to worry, Director,” she replied.
Nick Fury sighed.
“Trust me, if I was having any doubts about your or Agent Romanoff’s competencies, I would’ve pulled you two off any assignments long ago,” he said curtly, earning a firm nod from the woman. “Tell me, Agent Hill. He didn’t task Doctor Banner with what I asked for, did he?”
“No, Director,” Maria replied. “Doctor Banner is calm right now and Harry chose to put his comfort over this mission. He instead opted to target Agent Barton to get to Loki and the Tesseract.”
“And your honest opinion on this approach?”
“I think he did the right thing, Director,” she said honestly. “Harry is trying to help Doctor Banner with his Hulk problem, and if we can get to where we want without disturbing him in this situation, then it’s better, isn’t it? Also, this way, we managed to recover Agent Barton as well.”
Nick Fury looked around thoughtfully.
“Well then, let’s hope Agent Barton is free from Loki’s influence now and he has information worth our time.”
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A feeble groan sounded in the infirmary of SHIELD’s German facility as Clint Barton stirred. His eyes opened blearily and he winced as a phantom pain coursed through his skull, making him feel like it would split.
“That’s the least you deserve after bending over for that bitch so easily.”
Clint barely registered the derisive voice of his sister in all but blood as he grasped his temples, massaging softly.
“Easy to talk. I dare you to manage when she tries that on you,” he muttered, wincing yet again. “Didn’t have to hit me so hard, by the way. Fuck!”
“He’s awake? Oh good,” Harry called out as he entered the infirmary.
“I hate that silly smile on your face, Potter,” Clint groaned, earning himself a chuckle from him.
“I aim to infuriate,” Harry replied unashamedly as he conjured a comfortable seat for himself on the other side of the bed. “You don’t look like you’re doing particularly well though. My girl hit you too hard, princess?”
Clint side-eyed him as his head tilted backward. Staring at the ceiling, he released a deep breath.
“That felt like a nightmare,” he said softly. “Like I was floating into nothingness. There was nothing but darkness all around me. Fuck…”
Harry and Natasha watched as the man shuddered. They exchanged a glance and he nodded at his girlfriend.
“You were under something similar to what I know as an Imperius,” Harry replied. “I’ve seen the effects. Believe me, I know how nasty it can be, and you should commend yourself. You’re holding up much better than a few cases I’ve seen.”
“That’s meant to make me feel better? Truly, Potter?”
“Maybe,” Harry shrugged. “Hey, what matters is you’re free from that witch’s clutches now.”
“Bitch’s clutches, not witch’s,” Natasha corrected with a sneer.
“Or that,” Harry chuckled. “Merlin, you should’ve seen them since the attack, man. In right mood, they were.”
“I’ve got no interest in your bedroom activities, Potter,” Clint said disgustedly.
“Huh? I didn’t even mention that!”
“Spare me please. Everything you say somehow refers to that. I’ve come to know at least that much about you by now, you horny bastard.”
Harry stared at the man in surprise as Natasha snorted.
“I agree,” she replied when Harry glanced over at her.
“Whatever. Say, you holding up good, right? Any issues?”
“If me feeling like a bunch of horses have just run over me counts, then yeah,” Clint replied.
Harry sighed and waved his hand. Clint’s body glowed a faint blue and his eyes widened.
“What was that!?”
“Just a little pepper up, that’s all. Better now?”
Clint nodded dumbly.
“Good. Now, tell us everything. What you did, what else Loki wanted you to do, her future plans, the usual. She’s got the Tesseract with her, I assume?”
“Yeah,” Clint sighed. “Erik Selvig… he’s an astrophysicist… he’s also under her control. He was handling SHIELD’s experiments on the Tesseract and she already knew of him somehow, at least that’s how I felt when she was talking to him. After Mojave, I gathered a few scientists to work on the device he was setting up. SHIELD's got no shortage of enemies. Apart from that, I spent the entire time scouting different sources for some materials he was looking for.”
“She wants him to take care of the Tesseract?” Natasha asked curiously.
“She wants to open a portal,” Clint replied ominously. “A portal that would open a pathway for an army she’s acquired. This army would invade Earth and help her conquer it.”
“She wants to rule over Earth?” Harry asked with furrowed brows.
“I don’t know what her motivations are, but that’s what she’s planning.”
“Did SHIELD’s experiments with the Tesseract succeed?” Harry asked Natasha who shook her head negatively.
“They’d only begun, although I heard from Maria that Dr. Selvig was making breakthroughs,” she replied.
“He might help her open and sustain that portal,” Harry mused.
“On point,” Clint nodded. “We were on our way to Stuttgart before you arrived. A gala’s going to be held there tomorrow evening. The science building we were targeting houses Iridium. It’s a rare element found in meteorites. Selvig said it forms anti-protons. And very hard to get hold of, especially when SHIELD knows you’re after it. Selvig believes it could help sustain a portal that big.”
“I see,” Harry muttered softly. “So Nick does have some idea what might happen here with the Tesseract.”
“Why else do you think he was assembling a group? You, Stark, Doctor Banner, Captain America. It’s all a part of a plan.” Clint asked with a chuckle.
Harry nodded.
“Any idea where she might be right now?”
“Can’t say. You can count on the fact that she knows I’m no longer under her command. I felt something when Nat knocked me out,” Clint replied.
“Yeah, I already suspected that,” Harry nodded.
“She would be there at the gala though. She needs that Iridium, and she would be expecting heat. I’ll say we’d need to go in prepared.”
Harry furrowed his brows and glanced at Natasha.
“How about we nab her tomorrow evening?”
“We?” Natasha asked pointedly.
“Me, you, and Maria, if you’re not planning on going back in the Quinjet that’s coming. We can make a quick work of it without troubling the others.”
“Did you not hear what I just said, Potter?” Clint asked pointedly. “She will be expecting—”
“Yeah I heard you,” Harry replied with a smirk. “Don’t worry, we can take her and whatever opposition there might be. After all, she’s working alone, if we don’t count those she’s not turned into her minions. A few mercs would be nothing.”
“And her mind control spell?” Clint asked pointedly. “What if she tries it on you, or Nat, or Maria?”
“Even if she somehow finds the opportunity, she won’t succeed,” Harry said confidently. “I might show her what an actual Imperius feels like instead.”
Clint still didn’t look convinced.
“Don’t worry, man. I can handle her on my own. Having Nat and Maria there with me would only be a bonus.”
“Director Fury won’t be happy with this,” Natasha muttered.
“Who cares about Nick’s little sentiments,” Harry waved his hand dismissively. “The guy worries too much. He should be happy instead that his resources are being spared the trouble. Remember I’m not charging any kind of fee here either, so what’s he got to complain?”
Clint sighed as he stared at Harry.
“You’re a weird guy, Potter,” he muttered. “I don’t understand why you’re even so eager to jump into the line of fire without SHIELD or the others.”
“Really?” Harry asked, smirking when Clint nodded. “The reason is very simple, man. Defeating people like those is fun.”
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Harry spent a little while with Natasha and Clint before taking his leave. Clint was to be monitored by one high-ranked agent all the time he was in the SHIELD facility, under the orders of none other than the Director himself, and it was obvious who would volunteer for the role.
It was a boring task, and Harry had told her to let it be. The facility was secure, the people were trustworthy, and Clint was doing just fine, but his girlfriend refused to budge on this. She wanted to ensure he left without any harm or relapse, and she would ensure it happened. A little boredom was nothing.
Harry could have simply superseded Nick’s order if not for Nat’s insistence and the fact that unlike him, the man was a SHIELD agent and as such, beholden to protocols. He had no choice but to accede.
It was nighttime when he finally made his way into the room he was supposed to be sharing with Maria and Nat during his time here in Germany. He and Maria had already christened this room a few hours ago when they had arrived at the facility and Harry could see how the bed was still messy. Pillows were strewn about and the comforter was askew, with no sign of the other occupant.
Harry shut the door behind him, hearing the chime that signaled the lock, and pulled the t-shirt he’d thrown over himself after meeting Fury off his body. His joggers and boxers followed suit and he padded over to the bathroom for a nice, warm shower.
He sighed in contentment as the warm water cascaded down his body. Refreshing charms were all well and good, but nothing could replace a proper bath or shower. He was under the running water for a few minutes when he heard the door chime again. Only Nat or Maria had the clearance to enter, so he didn’t pay it any mind and immersed himself back into his little relaxing session.
A smile came over his face when he felt the familiar magical sensation approaching with mild footsteps. The water splashed as she stepped into the bathroom and he felt a pair of slender arms wrapping around his midsection.
“You are such a bad man, you know?” She whispered, her magnificent tits pressing up against his toned back as she hugged him from behind.
“I know, but what are you referring to here?” Harry asked.
He spun around under the shower in her embrace, coming face to face with her. His hands rested on the small of her back, swiping the water that cascaded down their bodies as he stared at her with a smirk.
“The way you act around the Director,” she replied. “I’ve never seen any other man act insolent in front of him, let alone so dismissive and confident.”
“That turns you on?” Harry asked hungrily, and Maria’s hands came up to rest on his shoulders as she stood on her tiptoes, her lips a hair’s breadth away from his.
“You got no idea,” she whispered.
Harry smirked and kissed her passionately, pulling her naked frame firmly against his equally naked one. Maria moaned out loud against his lips as he pulled her voluptuous, wet form closer, flattening her large tits against his hard and toned chest. His massive cock, lurching and bulging, pressed up tightly against her lower belly and Maria reached down, running her fingernail teasingly along its length, tracing the veins she could feel along the surface.
“I left you horny back then, didn’t I?” Harry asked huskily as he pulled back and regarded her.
“Horny and with an unfulfilled promise,” Maria retorted. “Remember, or should I make you?”
Harry felt her grab his hand that was caressing the supple curve of her rear and push it further down into the crack. She ran his fingers over her puckered hole before making him probe it gently.
“That enough of a reminder for you?”
With his other hand, Harry grabbed her arse firmly and pulled her flush against him. His fingers glowed and Maria shuddered as a cooling sensation passed through her rear door, sending tingles throughout her body. Goosebumps rose all across her skin, mollified slightly by the warm water drifting down her body, as he lubed her up magically.
“I’m sure you’re impatient right now,” he whispered. “Guess what? So am I.”
Grabbing her by her plump ass, Harry turned her around so that she was trapped between him and the wall. He swiftly turned her around and pushed her upper back with his arm, pulling her by the waist. Maria assisted him by pushing her rear back, hiking it slightly upward to provide him with the best angle possible.
Harry caressed her wet ass, slapping the right cheek gently.
“I love your ass, you know that?” He whispered huskily as he leaned forward, resting his chin on her wet shoulder and sucking on her earlobe.
“Why don’t you prove to me how much?” She retorted hornily.
“Gladly,” Harry smirked. He grabbed his length and aligned himself with the entrance to her ass.
Maria gasped when she felt him probe her ass and she braced herself. She had lost all her virginities so far to this magnificent man and she was finally going to give him the final one. There was no one else she would’ve preferred.
She groaned loudly when he gave a firm push and the head popped inside.
“You okay?” Harry asked gruffly.
Maria let out a shaky laugh as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Never better. Go on,” she said lustily.
Harry smirked as he sank his fingers into the soft pillowy flesh of her ass and plowed forward, burying half of his length inside her. He slowly pulled back, slithering against the slippery lube, and pressed onward again, repeating the motions over and over again until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
“Ahh yesss…” Maria moaned, resting her forehead on her hands and Harry started to move rapidly. He thrust inside her on repeat as he kissed her neck, anally fucking her against the wet wall.
“You like that, babe?”
“Ah I love it!” Maria cried out. “Fuck… ohh fuck me!”
Harry grinned and pounded her against the wall, plunging his cock deep into her ass. Maria’s mouth was open in a permanent wanton moan as she rocked between his body and the wall, breathing heavily. Her large, voluptuous tits swayed erotically under her as she was fucked raw from behind.
“Ohh yesss… play with them,” she moaned when he reached forward and grabbed her hanging tits, squeezing and fondling her heavenly globes as his cock slid back and forth inside her ass. The lewd and slick sound of their anal fucking reverberated inside the bathroom.
With his tight grip on her tits, Harry pulled her toward him, pressing her back against his chest. Maria tilted her head back, leaning against his shoulder and looking up at him through half-lidded, lustful eyes, as her lover had his way with her. The warm water fell down his back as he turned her around, continuously slamming roughly inside her.
He groaned at the tightness of her ass as it hugged his length plunging in and out of her. Leaning down with his hands still occupied with her tits, he slammed his lips against hers, fully testing her remarkable flexibility. Her curves seemed to be tailor-made for his body as she kissed him back with equal ferocity.
“Make me cum, baby,” she whispered once he pulled away. Harry immediately took his left hand off her left breast and dragged it down to her clit, rubbing furiously.
“Harryyyy!” Maria squealed as he began to play with both her nipple and her clit while simultaneously fucking her in the ass. Her climax was approaching more rapidly than either of them had thought and Harry grunted audibly when she shuddered against him. He felt the incredible tightness around his length and held himself still inside her, furiously working up her clit as she rode her climax.
“Ohh yesss… ahh… fuck… ohh Harry… mmm…” she shivered as she came, and Harry expertly held her upright against him. The moment he felt the tightness around his cock relax slightly, he started to move back and forth inside her once again, chasing his climax.
“I’m close too,” he whispered in her ear and buried his face in the wet skin of her neck.
“Go ahead. Shoot it up my ass,” she replied in a shaky voice. She felt his fingers leave her clit and climb back up to her breast and sighed as he started to pump hard and fast inside her. She tried to give the best she got, pushing her ass back and forth in tandem with his thrusts.
Moments later, Harry groaned as he came. Maria felt his hot, thick seed shoot deep inside her rear door and her toes curled. They remained standing under the warm water until he was done, and twin sighs of pleasure sounded out as Harry leaned forward, pressing her between himself and the wall once again.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” Maria laughed breathlessly. “It was.”
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A ravishing raven-haired woman stood in front of a lavishly decorated building. The golden light flickered off her dress, resembling a liquid sunshine as she sauntered toward the entrance of the high-profile gala.
Her dress elegantly cascaded down her curvaceous form, pooling gracefully around her ankles as she walked. A singular strap was draped diagonally across her shoulder, showcasing the delicate slope of her collarbone. The other shoulder remained bare, adorned only with a cascade of her lustrous dark curls. As she moved, a daring slit revealed a glimpse of her toned leg, adding a sophisticated touch of allure.
The front curved over her natural breasts, displaying a mere hint of cleavage and highlighting her curves without being overly revealing.
The most alluring aspect of this woman was not her dress but the confidence and self-assuredness with which she carried herself. A knowing smile dancing on her soft, pink lips, a glint of mischief in her emerald orbs, and the graceful sway of her head as she nodded at the passers-by — all elevated her captivating allure.
Sylvia, or Loki, glanced around at the humans gathered in the lavishly decorated hall. Her target was supposed to arrive momentarily and all she had to do was to mingle with the crowd and strike when the opportunity presented itself.
She had felt her hold on Clint Barton and the SHIELD agents disappear and the meaning had dawned on her instantly. SHIELD had recovered them and they were now out of her clutches, which meant her plans needed significant modification. She had planned to coordinate this mission with Agent Barton and go with a reckless approach but now, she needed to be subtle. After all, she had arranged for brute force elsewhere.
Outside the museum, German soldiers stood ready in their positions. Perched across lawns, streets, windows, and terraces, they had their eyes on everything three blocks out.
A soldier, clad in a reinforced Kevlar suit, scoped through his sniper, searching for any disturbance in the area he and his team had been designated when he heard a thud. He abruptly pulled back and looked down. His eyes widened when he saw one of the guards on his team was down, looking as if he’d been knocked out. Just when he was about to catch his bearings, a crimson bolt collided with him, sending him toppling over on the terrace, unconscious.
Simultaneously, multiple thuds sounded all across the museum as the guards went down.
“All clear,” Natasha sent a telepathic message to her companions.
“Same here as well,” Maria was quick to respond.
“Good. Stay hidden. On my signal, come to my location,” an invisible Harry instructed from his spot atop one of the buildings, having a bird's-eye view of everything around the museum and the science building where Clint had told them the Iridium was stored.
He knew that as guards, those guys would’ve been targeted by Loki’s mercenaries and hence, it was better if they knocked them out first. Fortunately, they had reached them and had taken care of matters with perfect ease.
‘Now we wait.’
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Sylvia stood to the side, smiling at something one of the women in attendance said. Her royal heritage proved to be her saving grace, and in no time, she had captivated every woman who had come across her with her sophisticated charm. She glanced over when she saw the Head Doctor enter and discreetly pressed a small button on the inside of her bracelet. It was time.
Outside, a man who looked to be in his late forties walked with a confident gait toward the gala. He had a sunken face and his long hair was swiped back. Frown lines marred his face as he looked up into the light.
The moment he felt the vibration in his pocket, he pressed the button. The skin on his wrist split open as the needle pushed inside, injecting the serum directly into his bloodstream.
From his spot, Harry stared at the man who had paused in the middle of the pathway. His eyes narrowed when he saw the telltale signs of a transformation.
The man’s body transformed, his skin warping and his face gaining a monstrous look. His eyes looked sunken, surrounded by black circles, and his skin turned a shade of pasty white. His hair elongated, turning a shade of copper and his frame gained both height and girth.
Once the transformation finished, the man, having doubled in height, stared around and roared violently, his black eyes pulsing with rage.
The public jerked and whirled around in surprise, and it did not take long for screams to emerge all around the museum.
The transformed monster grabbed a lamppost and in one firm pull, he tore it out of the ground. He pulled his arm back and threw it toward the parking area like a javelin, sending it right through a car.
He roared, spurring the public to run about like headless chickens.
“You two assist in evac. I’ll handle this guy,” Harry instructed.
Maria Hill, from her hiding spot, pulled out her scanning device and pointed it toward the rampaging monster. She had never come across him but if someone like him existed, SHIELD was bound to have information over him. She stared at the screen as the laser scanned the man and her eyebrows furrowed when she saw the name.
“I’ve got info on him,” she communicated telepathically. “His name is Calvin Johnson. Alias: Calvin Zabo. Association with HYDRA. His powers include superhuman strength, enhanced stamina, physical durability, and abnormal healing.”
“Gotcha,” Harry replied as he rushed the creature. Weaving around an incoming projectile, he fired a quick stunner. The crimson bolt found its target and dissipated as if it had never landed in the first place.
“Tough guy, aren’t you,” he remarked with a challenging grin as he materialized out of thin air.
Zabo whirled around and snarled. He rushed Harry who conjured a step right in front of where the monster was about to step, sending him tumbling over.
“Oh? Didn’t learn how to walk?”
Zabo roared once again as he pushed himself to his feet. He jumped, sending himself launching against Harry who conjured a Protego in front of him. To his surprise, he felt himself having to exercise a bit of effort to sustain it. Zabo did not relent and he started raining down punches on the shield, and Harry was oddly reminded of his fight against Abomination back in Harlem.
Taking his shield down quickly, Harry sent a vicious cutting curse straight at the monster’s torso, who roared in pain. However, his healing factor kicked in immediately and Harry watched how the wound sealed itself within seconds.
“Oh? So it’s that quick, hmm?” Harry remarked casually and he lazily flicked his hand, sending another cutting curse that slashed his torso. Multiple cutting curses rained down on the monster in quick succession, sending him skidding back a few steps with each strike. Throughout the assault, his healing worked overdrive, fixing him up within seconds.
Meanwhile, the inside of the museum was pandemonium. Men and women dressed most exquisitely forgot all about class and decorum. They rushed toward the exit, desperate to leave the battlefield. Sylvia trailed after them, her eyes trained on the Head Doctor. The moment she saw her chance, she flicked her hand. Her scepter materialized in her hand and she grabbed the man by the back of his coat. The rushing public paid no heed to the man who fell behind.
“I’m sorry,” she said sweetly. “But I need your eyes for a little while.”
With the scepter keeping the man pinned to the floor, she reached down and held the scanner over his eye.
Back in the science building, a muscular man in black combat attire stood with an instrument held against the scanner. Unconscious guards were strewn about in the corridor behind him. His black eyes stared keenly at the sensor when it beeped and the holographic image of an eye emerged.
Within seconds, the door to the facility opened and the man walked in, finding a glass thermos with a cylinder of the element he was tasked to recover. However, the moment he touched the thermos, a shockwave coursed through him and he fell over, unconscious.
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Outside, Harry conjured metallic chains out of thin air and bound the monster to the ground. Barely a second later, he felt the ward he had etched on the thermos activate and he smirked. Even though he had already extracted the Iridium and deposited it in a safe place, the fact that they had caught another of Loki’s minions was a bonus.
‘Two now,’ he thought, staring at the monster that was furiously struggling against the chains. If these were any normal chains, he would’ve easily freed himself, but these were magically reinforced chains that not even a normal witch or wizard could break easily.
He was about to tell the monster not to bother when he felt a powerful surge of energy making a beeline for him. On reflex, he swerved around it and watched as it collided with a statue in the distance, exploding it to bits.
“A bit too violent, aren’t you?” He called out, having already guessed who it was that had attacked him, as he turned around.
His breath was knocked out of his lungs when he truly laid his eyes on who it was. His heartbeat rose as his mind tried to play catch-up.
Twin pairs of wide eyes – turquoise and emerald, stared at each other, disbelieving of what they found themselves standing against, or rather, who.
To be continued…
