Helen watched with bated breath as Harry's face came closer before a sudden flash of golden sparks appeared in their peripheral vision. The sound of rustling made them turn around and they stared at the two women who emerged out of thin air in shock.
Harry was the first to catch his bearings as he slowly stood up, uncaring of his nudity.
"You have impeccable timing, Felicia," he said sarcastically.
"Shut up and help me with her, you idiot!" She hissed furiously, and with a frown, Harry walked over to where Felicia was gently laying the woman on the ground while Helen quickly grabbed the first item of clothing she could find which happened to be Harry's shirt.
"Merlin, what happened to her?" Harry asked as he stared at the battered body of the female SHIELD agent.
"Those crooks must've tortured her," Felicia said scornfully. "One of them was going to rape her but fortunately I managed to reach there just in time."
"I hope you took care of the asshole?" He asked immediately with a sharp gaze.
"You need to ask?" She asked rhetorically before taking his hand and pulling him forward. "Just do something to save her. I don't think she's got long left. Can you imagine the nerve of that asshole? Trying to rape someone on the verge of death…"
Harry grimaced slightly as he sat on his knees and waved his hand over the woman. He frowned and vanished her clothes, staring at the deep gashes all over her body.
"Fucking hell…" Felicia whispered as she stared at the woman. Blood was oozing out of the gashes all over her torso, and the injuries had been inflicted in such a way that no major veins or arteries were damaged.
Harry started tracing the wounds with his index and middle fingers and she saw them glowing a faint blue as the wounds slowly started to close. She watched, fascinated, as the skin stitched up on its own and jerked back slightly when she saw someone come over and stand beside her. Turning to her left, she saw the woman Harry had been with clad in only his shirt staring at the healing process with an awed look on her face.
"He got you in his bed too?" Felicia asked in slight amusement, relieved now, knowing that the woman was out of mortal danger now that Harry had taken matters into his hands.
Surprised, Helen looked at the blonde woman and chuckled.
"I think it's more accurate to say I got him in mine," she replied, pointing behind her with her thumb.
"Nice," Felicia grinned as she looked over at the bed. "You're in for a lot of fun, that's for sure."
Helen smirked and watched as Harry healed Agent Carter. The woman was unconscious and considering the state she was in, it was more than expected. Helen admitted to herself that she would have been a lot more pessimistic of the woman's chances of survival had Harry not been here, but now, she was sure the agent would make a full recovery in no time, perhaps even overnight. Once again, she had to marvel at the scope of Harry's healing magic, and the art in general. Harry had admitted without a shame that he was not the most proficient person when it came to healing, and if even he was capable of miraculous treatments like this, Helen could only wonder just what the possibilities truly were.
She knew she could not use healing magic and see it all for herself, but Harry had agreed to help her out with it. They had already recorded the processes of how the spells worked and a significant bit about the healing potions. The research team of SHIELD was already at work, decoding everything to try and come up with the best replication possible. She was confident that even if they could derive a fraction of what she had already seen, it would transform the medical industry as they knew it.
As Harry traced his fingers over the woman's body, Helen watched as the wounds closed until her fair skin looked unblemished once more. Harry nodded and waved his hand, clothing the woman in a modest nightgown. Suddenly, he vanished from sight, and in barely a second, he appeared once again, holding a small vial of bright red liquid swirling inside. He gently held the woman's mouth open and poured it in before tilting her head backward, making sure she swallowed it. Helen watched it all and she noticed how the color slowly returned to her face. Finally, Harry stood up and looked over at them.
"Apart from what you two saw, she had several internal injuries. Those marks were actually deep cuts. It was pure luck that the cuts were shallow enough to not hit any major organs, or it was someone very skilled who tortured her. Still, she was suffering from immense blood loss and would've died if you were a few minutes late. You did good, Felicia," Harry smiled gently at his girlfriend who smirked.
Looking over at Helen, he said, "The potion you saw at the end? I hope you recognized it?"
"Blood replenishing potion, I remember," she nodded.
"Correct. She should be just fine now. I'd still prefer it if you stayed with her tonight, Felicia," Harry said, and the blonde looked at him askance. "She went through a tough ordeal. In several cases, the victim has traumatic episodes while asleep. I could give her a Dreamless Sleep Potion but I'd rather not do it unless it's necessary. If you stay with her tonight, you could give this to her or bring her to me if things get serious enough."
Felicia took the small vial from Harry and pocketed it. With an understanding nod, she looked at the sleeping woman.
"You can use the guest bedroom," Helen supplied helpfully, earning a smile from Harry who levitated the unconscious woman in front of him and walked out of the bedroom. He saw Felicia quickly grab Helen's hand out of the corner of his eye and looked over questioningly.
"Nothing. You get her settled in the room. I'm coming in a minute," the blonde called out. Harry looked at the two women, his eyes lingering on Helen for a tad longer as he took in the vision that she was in his shirt that reached the middle of her thighs. The woman simply smiled sweetly as she leaned closer to listen to whatever the blonde was saying and watched Harry walk out of the bedroom, levitating Agent Carter in front of him.
He returned barely a minute later and Felicia smirked at Helen who grinned at the other woman. She watched as the blonde furiously kissed Harry before the two talked to each other in soft tones. Harry gave her bum a soft pat and she grinned saucily at them before walking out with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
"That minx," Harry shook his head with a chuckle as he looked at her, and Helen smiled.
"So…" she said, looking up at him as he drew closer, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her naked arse. "I think we should get some sleep after that."
Harry gave her an exaggerated crestfallen look before he smiled.
"I was gonna say the same. The mood's gone after that," he replied, leaning down and pecking her softly. Their lips moved gently against each other before he pulled back. Helen was surprised to see that all the buttons of the shirt were undone. She had not even noticed he had been working on them.
"Even if we're not doing it, there's no way you're keeping that on tonight," he replied as he pulled the shirt open, baring her lovely tits to his naked gaze. She let him take her in as she pulled her arms through the sleeves and dropped the shirt to the floor. Taking his hand, she led him over to her bed and lay beside him. Her back faced him as he spooned her from behind, and the feeling of his palms on her tits and his hard manhood resting in the crack of her round ass made her shiver in pleasure.
"G'night," he murmured in her ear as he kissed the sensitive skin under it, and all she could make out was a content sigh as she closed her eyes.
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Helen awoke to the feeling of something hard poking her nether lips and she gave an involuntary wiggle against it. Harry's hands were wrapped around her, pulling her close, and she smiled in contentment. However, her eyebrows furrowed when she felt his palms squeezing her tits which he had been holding on to since before they fell asleep.
The room was dark, and as her eyes adjusted, she could make out the faint glow under the door. The window was covered by a curtain but there was no sign of light outside. It was easy to deduce that it was still night.
"I know you're awake," she heard a ghost of whisper in her ear.
"What gave me away?" Helen asked.
"Your heartbeat," he replied, giving her breasts another playful squeeze. "I can feel it intimately on my palm."
"You don't say," she replied drily. She was surprised when he relinquished his hold on one of her tits before she felt his hand travel downward. He descended, caressing the smooth skin of her belly and swirling his finger inside her navel.
"Your heartbeat spiked up dramatically just now," he whispered, running his fingers against her abdomen. Her breath hitched when he resumed his descent, knowing what his destination was and feeling eager to feel him touch her.
"You're getting excited," he continued in the same husky whisper. His fingers tweaked her nipple, spiking her arousal even more, and Helen felt her toes curl involuntarily as a rush of emotions coursed through her.
"We were sadly interrupted a few hours ago, but if you want, we can resume what we started. After all…" he kissed her on the side of the neck, "… the night's still young."
Helen could not help but check the time, and as he said, it was not even 3.
"See? More than enough time. And I'm pretty sure you're as well rested and ready to go as I am," he replied. Her breath hitched when he made first contact with her womanhood and without any hesitation whatsoever, he descended further and rubbed his fingers over her slit.
Helen could not hold back the moan as he inserted a finger inside her, and with a smirk, he pulled his hand away.
"See? You're so wet for me," he whispered, bringing his hand up to her face. Helen felt his fingers touch her lips and she obediently opened her mouth, sucking her wetness off his hand.
"Good girl," he praised as he grabbed his cock and lined it up against her. "We've delayed this enough already. I can see you want this as much as I do. Still, I'd like you to tell me what you want, Helen."
Biting her lower lip softly, Helen turned her face around so that she could glance back at him. The room was dimly lit, so Harry could see her face this close. Her entire demeanor screamed submissiveness to him, from the way she was staring up at him through her eyelashes to the demure way her teeth were biting her lip. However, instead of replying verbally, he felt her move her hips backward. His cock, already poised for penetration, rubbed over her folds as the tip probed her entrance.
Harry smiled and aligned himself properly with her once again. Once he ensured they were ready, he pushed forward.
Helen moaned as he slowly slid through her wet warmth until he buried himself fully inside her. He reached for her breasts and teased her nipples from behind as he slowly pulled back and pushed forward again into her hot depths. All the while, she had her head turned around, keeping her eyes locked with his.
Harry could see the excitement in her eyes – the same excitement that he was sure was mirrored in his. He had a firm grip on her breasts as he rocked his hips back and forth, burying his large dick repeatedly into her. She did not remain idle for long and in no time, she was thrusting back against him eagerly. The excitement transformed into sinful mischief as she brought her ass forward and back again, loving the feeling of his magnificent manhood pumping in and out of her dripping pussy.
"Oooh," she moaned.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, riding him sideways and feeling how his hands played with her tits. He squeezed her luscious orbs of flesh, gently rubbing his fingers over her nipples and pinching them before cupping his hands under them to hold the globes properly. His touch was electric, and she wanted to feel the same current of excitement as much as she could.
She moaned as she continued sliding back and forth on his cock. They had their legs folded now, and he still held her firmly from behind. The angle made him reach even deeper inside her and she loved how well he fucked her. There was no thought in her mind right now – nothing apart from him and how good it felt to be with him like this.
She loved the way his cock filled her like no cock ever had, not that there had been many. She loved how he played with her tits, adhering to her limits while simultaneously pushing the boundaries of excitement. She loved to hear the sound of his ragged breathing as he fucked her from behind. This man was with multiple women for a reason. She knew he was someone who had mastery over the art of pleasuring women, and being one of his women was exhilarating. She knew she could be as adventurous with him and he would never judge, and she also knew she could go at the pace she wanted, confident that he would take care of both their pleasures.
Perhaps that was why she spread her legs further apart and pulled her hair in front of her, baring her naked back for his pleasure and chasing a degree of heightened intensity. She rocked back and forth against him even harder than before, hearing how the sound of their skin slapping against each other seemed to rise in pitch. One of his hands held her by the inside of her thigh, keeping her leg spread apart as he continued to drill inside her while the other reached down to start rubbing her clit.
"Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" She wailed out loud, uncaring of the profanity or the fact that Felicia could hear them.
'Let her hear. He's mine too now!'
The thought came unbidden to her, and Helen began to buck her hips wildly against him. Her heartbeat had skyrocketed already, and her inner walls were pulsing, signaling her impending release. Her moans were getting louder by the minute, and she knew she was close.
"I'm going to cum," she got out between her gasps of pleasure.
"Me too," his reply came in the form of a grunt.
With a guttural cry of sheer pleasure, Helen lost control of her body as waves upon waves of sexual release caused her body to convulse and her back to arch. Harry held her tightly to himself, still thrusting inside her furiously from behind as her vaginal muscles tightened around his length, clenching.
Her screams of ecstasy and lust pushed him over the edge in no time. He felt his seed shoot out of him right into her warmth, filling her repeatedly with each thrust of his pelvis. He had been pent up after the interruptions and he kept pounding into her, unloading every bit of him that he could. Even after he was utterly spent, he kept thrusting. His breathing was ragged and his face was buried in her flowery-scented hair as he pulled her flush against himself.
"Damn that felt good," she whispered, panting when he finally pulled away and lay beside her. Their bodies were covered with nothing but the bedsheet that rose and fell with their ragged breathing.
"It certainly did," he chuckled. "Fuck, you were brilliant."
Helen swatted his chest with a giggle and turned over, wrapping one arm over him as she looked into his eyes.
"We didn't use a condom," she said.
"Condoms are for pussies," Harry scoffed, earning a deadpan look from the brunette. "Alright, fine. You don't have to worry about getting preggers already. I can control my sperm to prevent unwanted pregnancy."
"Seriously!?" Doctor Helen Cho was back, and she had her eyes wide in wonder. Harry looked at her in amusement.
"I'll tell you sometime later. I'm sleepy now," he replied, wrapping his arms around her.
"But—"
He pushed her face firmly in the crook of his neck.
"Sleep," he instructed and cast a mild sleeping charm on her. The woman succumbed and slowly drifted off.
"She's like a toned-down version of Hermione," he muttered to himself with a small smile and shut his eyes.
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Felicia was already awake by the time they came out of Helen's room. The blonde had made herself comfortable on the couch, leaning back against the armrest as she scrolled on her phone. Hearing approaching footsteps, she turned to look over and a sly smirk crossed her face.
"Was feeling hungry. Hope you don't mind," she called out, and their eyes fell on an empty plate that still had the crusts of bread arranged haphazardly.
"It's fine," Helen replied with a chuckle before she looked toward the guest room with a frown.
"Still sleeping. And no, the woman didn't wake up last night. Shame I had to waste it, when I could've gotten some of what you did."
Harry gave Felicia an exasperated look who easily ignored it.
"It's a relief that she didn't have any episodes like that, but it should not be too surprising."
"What do you mean, Helen?" Harry asked curiously.
"Well, SHIELD agents are more resilient than most. They would break before they bend."
"I don't know if that reassures me or makes me feel bad for them, to be honest."
"You have to understand that SHIELD agents are not your regular civilians, Harry. In some ways, they are more resilient than the armed forces. Yes, there are cases of extreme depression and breakdowns, but those are very limited."
"SHIELD should still exercise some caution. No matter how resilient, they are still people, not weapons."
"Sadly, they are a mix of both."
Harry frowned at the resigned smile on Helen's face.
"What next then?"
Felicia chimed in once again.
"Philly contacted me last night. I told him what happened and where we were. He was surprised, which was not surprising to me. Even I would've been surprised if I were him. Long story short, Helen here will be seeing to her until she's ready to report."
"I see. Be sure to call on me if you need anything, okay?"
Helen smiled and nodded.
"Oh, and before I forget, come here."
Taking her hand, Harry pulled her closer. Helen watched in surprise as he started to unbutton her top. Felicia whistled when her bare torso became visible.
"Nice catch, hotshot," she grinned. Harry gave her a finger and she laughed uproariously.
"What exactly are you doing?" Helen asked, amused as he placed his palm right over her cleavage.
"Making you mine," he replied. Helen was slightly taken aback at the utmost sincerity she detected in his voice before she shivered. A feeling of sheer comfort and safety washed over her as his hand glowed.
"What?"
Harry removed his hand and Helen stared, transfixed, at the small mark right where her breasts began.
"All of us have one," Felicia replied as she walked over, and Helen watched as the other woman pulled her top off and showed off a similar mark at the same spot.
"What is this?" Helen asked in a breathless whisper. "I feel… protected. I also feel energized somehow… It's weird."
"That is Harry's magic at play. It will protect you and you can also expect a rise in your physical abilities."
To demonstrate, Felicia punched the table and Helen watched in shock as it broke into two. Harry waved his wand and fixed it with a sigh.
"Go on, try it."
Helen looked at the smirking blonde and approached the same table. She rubbed her hand over it, knocking on it a few times to make sure it was really solid before she delivered a karate chop. The table split into two right in the middle and the woman pulled back in surprise.
"It'd take some time to get used to the enhanced strength," Harry replied as he repaired the table once again.
"I won't break my equipment, right?" Helen asked with slight hesitation. "It won't do if I'm unable to do any operations and such."
"Don't worry. You can decide when to use it. Right now, you intended to break the table, that is why you were physically so strong."
Helen nodded. That was a relief. It would have been worrying if a doctor broke her tools in the middle of an operation.
"Another perk is what Felicia did last night. You can teleport right where I am, no matter when or where you are. The distance doesn't matter. That way, you can escape whenever you find yourself in a sticky situation."
"Don't do what Natasha did though. Once you teleport to him, you cannot go back right away. You'll have to travel as usual, unless you convince a certain someone to give you a life," Felicia chuckled.
Helen looked at Harry and grinned.
"I think I can manage that."
Harry rolled his eyes. For some reason, he could easily see her doing that.
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Bruce Banner opened his eyes slowly, blinking to clear the blurriness in his vision. All he could see was the ceiling above. A raspy breath escaped his lips as he slowly pushed himself on his elbows and yawned.
"Mornin'… So which one are you now?"
Surprised, Bruce looked straight ahead and saw a young man a few years his junior sitting on a chair. He had his arms wrapped around the chair's backrest which was facing him, and he was leaning against it.
"Harry Potter. I am your rescuer, you can say."
"Rescuer…" Bruce whispered before his eyes widened. He sat straight in alarm. "Where's Betty!?"
He was surprised when suddenly massive chains appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his limbs, restraining him against the bed.
"What's up with this? Who are you really? You don't want to do this, believe me," Bruce warned.
Harry smirked. "I'd like to see you try, or the other guy. I couldn't care less. As for Betty, she's right here, watching."
Betty was indeed watching with three other women. They were hidden behind a veil Harry had erected that was basically as a one-way mirror. No one apart from Harry could see through the reflective side. He wanted to have a chat with Bruce, one on one, but Betty would not relent without being present, so that was the compromise they agreed on.
"However, right now, I don't think you should be worried about others, Bruce Banner," Harry continued. "Depending on how this little chat of ours goes, I'll decide what to do with you."
Bruce stared at the man in surprise. However, even more surprising was the fact that the other guy was still silent.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing more than your cooperation," Harry replied easily. "You see, you have this power to turn into a bothersome green monster that cares for nothing but destruction. You can understand why such a creature cannot be allowed to run around."
"So I am what? A prisoner now? Or am I to be executed?"
Harry sighed.
"Well, you can rest assured that you are not dying. No matter the circumstances, you are innocent in all this. It's that hulking green goblin who is to blame. So the answer to your second question is a big, fat NO. Now, coming to the first one… yes. You are a prisoner as of now. Whether you remain one depends on you."
"Can I at least see Betty?"
"What do you mean? She's right here," Harry replied, gesturing to his right. The veil went transparent and a wave of relief washed over Bruce when he laid eyes on the brunette who looked at him with a small smile.
"Look, I'm not an asshole who wants to keep you two lovebirds separate, but I have no choice. The last time I tried to let her approach you, you almost killed her. Or rather, the big green fart did."
"I hate the monster," Bruce growled. "If I could, I would've gotten rid of it already. That's why I went through that experiment. I take it was a bust?"
"A big one," Harry nodded. "The buffoon triggered a forced reversal. You can guess how the monster would've taken it."
"So that's when it attacked Betty…"
Harry nodded.
"I can subdue it quite well, and… I don't know if it's a matter of relief, but I've got the serum to force the reversal as well. It's for extenuating circumstances though. No way you're getting used to it."
"How am I in control right now?" Bruce asked suddenly. "You said the monster was agitated. How do I not feel it inside me?"
"Let me explain from the top," Harry replied and pulled out a vial. "This is what I call the Draught of Living Death. You see, even though you might share the same body, the other guy and you are different entities. All I did was feed the monster this nifty little potion when it appeared a few minutes ago and voila, it's fast asleep now. And guess what? It's working, at least for now. Don't ask me why though. Even I have no idea."
Bruce's eyes widened.
"You mean…"
"Yep. No hulking for you, at least that's how it looks like right now. But… there's no telling when the monster acts out."
Bruce was reeling from all the revelations and he could barely comprehend what was going on. He had no idea who this guy was or what he was talking about. All he understood was that somehow he had subdued the monster and held his fate in his hands. Betty also seemed to be cooperating with him considering she was standing freely to the side with three other women, two of whom he recognized as SHIELD agents. He gave it no mind though, too occupied with more important thoughts.
"I would've destroyed the monster if I could. Sadly it's impossible. It's like a powerful curse that cannot be exorcised. It leaves us with two options," Harry continued, holding up two fingers. Bruce stared at him.
"One, I can kill you. If you die, this curse inside you will die as well," Harry said, folding the middle finger back.
"Two, you dedicate yourself to controlling your mind and your emotions. This monster feeds off your negative emotions to derive power, so the better you get at controlling them, the more power you'll hold over it. Who knows, perhaps you could voluntarily control its powers one day."
Harry folded the solitary finger back and leaned back.
"Now, as I told you already, you're not going to die. So the only option you really have is the second one. Master your emotions and take the fight to the monster instead of letting it take over your body. You never know when it might break off and come back with a vengeance."
Bruce sat there in silence as he pondered upon everything he had been told. If he was being honest, the mere thought of the monster terrified him, and to think that he could harm those he cared about made him feel alarmed. It was a no-brainer. He had no choice but to do as this man was telling him.
"In case you are wondering, no, I cannot keep giving you the Draught of Living Death. It's harmful and I feel the monster will build resistance to it once it comes back, so to speak."
"Just who are you exactly? Are you with SHIELD?"
"I am, and I'm not. I'm just a stubborn bastard who can't be bothered with having little ants crawling on my back. Killing the ants ain't an option either. So it's best to keep feeding them a bit of sugar every once in a while so they don't bother me directly."
Behind the veil, Maria and Natasha rolled their eyes as Felicia snickered.
"Imagine Fury's face if he would've heard this," she muttered, prompting the brunette and the redhead to snort before they covered it quickly.
"I see…" Bruce muttered. "I'm sorry, but so much is going on right now that I can't even make sense of so many things."
"I'm sure it's overwhelming. Say what? You and your Betty have a nice little chat about everything. She knows all there is to know. Pretty sure she'll fill you in quickly," Harry said as he stood up. Bruce looked at him in surprise.
"What about these chains?"
"I'm afraid those will be staying put," Harry replied. "Can't risk the monster attack Betty while you two are chatting. Don't worry. Once you're done, I'll take them off. Then even if the monster comes out, it can do whatever it wants."
"I don't think your lovely room will survive him though," Bruce said with a humorless chuckle. He was surprised when the man smirked.
"Don't worry. The monster can do whatever it likes. It won't be able to harm anything."
Before Bruce could reply, he was jolted back in shock when the man fired a powerful blast with his fucking hand right at the wall beside him. He slowly turned to look and his eyes widened.
"You see? Everything is spelled to be resistant to damage. The monster can play all it likes in this room. Nothing will happen."
Bruce could do nothing but nod dumbly. What he had just seen made zero sense. The man had no bomb or weapon as far as he could see. Also, the blast would have easily demolished a building, but it did not cause even a scratch on the wall it struck head-on.
"Alright then, we'll leave you two to it. Have a good time catching up, you two," Harry said as he stood up and vanished the veil. He looked at Betty and nodded.
The woman nodded in return and walked forward with a smile as she looked at Bruce who returned her smile. She pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down.
"Oh, and Betty," Harry called out from near the exit as the ladies walked out. "Don't forget to tell him how helpful you were when I was in that sticky situation. Trust me, Bruce, she was quite efficient."
Betty flushed a brilliant shade of scarlet as Bruce stared at her in confusion. She could hear Maria chiding Harry for his words as the door shut behind her.
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