Natasha Romanoff entered the simulated room SHIELD had created for Steve Rogers. She had asked Helen to tell her when the man was going to wake up and as the door closed behind her, she saw him stirring awake.
She saw his eyes take in his surroundings before they settled on her. She could understand his wariness.
"Who are you?"
Natasha walked closer and took a seat on the chair at the side of the bed.
"Good to see you awake, Captain. I am Natasha Romanoff."
"Russian?" Steve asked in surprise, earning a nod from the redhead.
"Could you tell me the last thing you remember?"
"I was… I was fighting Schmidt in his plane… and he disappeared… and I crashed somewhere in the ice."
"Well, your memories seem to be perfectly fine."
"Where am I, Miss Romanoff?"
"Natasha would be fine," she replied. "As to where you are, this is a SHIELD facility simulated so you don't panic when you wake up."
"SHIELD?"
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Quite a mouthful. We call it SHIELD."
"I don't remember a SHIELD existing when we went to war."
"That is because it has been quite a lot of time since you crashed into the ice, Captain," Natasha replied solemnly. "Seventy years, give or take."
Steve's eyes bugged out in shock and Natasha braced herself, ready to summon Helen should the man show even the slightest hint of a panic attack.
"You mean… I have been…"
"Frozen for about seventy years, yes," Natasha replied. "A lot of things have changed since you've been away, Captain. The world as you knew it is no more."
"I…" Steve trailed off. "I had a date."
"I'm sorry about that," Natasha replied, relieved that the man didn't seem to be panicking. In fact, he was taking it all pretty well. "Why don't you clean up and we get you acquainted with the new world?"
XXXXX
Steve looked around in wonder. They were walking near Times Square and the man stared at the brilliant lights and boards flashing luminously.
It had been Harry who had told Director Fury that taking Steve out in the open would be the best for him. Fury had been skeptical but Harry had cited the sheer resolve Captain America had been touted to have. Yet again, it seemed Harry's prediction had come true as Steve took everything around him much better than they had predicted.
"Things have changed, haven't they?"
Steve looked over at the man who had joined them. Harry Potter, whom Natasha had introduced as her boyfriend. The young man was as old as he had been when he had gone to war and yet Steve could see the telltale signs of struggle he had faced in his life – signs only someone who had lived through a war could spot. The way his eyes twitched, looking around for any sign of trouble, or those small reactions whenever one saw something bright. It was all imbued in the psyche, never to be unwritten.
He did not ponder much on it though. The man's secrets were his to share.
"Very much so," Steve replied after a few seconds as he stared around. He followed them inside the restaurant and took in everything around him.
"Even though everything's improved since the forties, I think the quality of food has gone down," Harry remarked as they took their seats. Steve nodded at the waitress when she looked at him curiously.
"Three ramens," Harry told her. The waitress quickly nodded and walked away.
"I know you recently learned to use chopsticks but do you seriously have to go out of your way to use them every time?" Natasha asked in exasperation.
"Well, practice makes perfect, my dear," Harry replied with a grin before he looked over at Steve who gave a small smile. "Back to where I was. Quality of food, right? Well, you won't believe it but there's so much processing with chemicals that you have to look for proper nutrition. And the food culture nowadays… don't ask me."
"Says the guy who eats processed cheese with everything," Natasha muttered, yelping slightly when he poked her in the ribs.
"So," Harry said, looking at an amused Steve. "Did anyone tell you anything about SHIELD, or what's happened in the world since you went M.I.A?"
Steve shook his head, earning a small sigh.
"Alright. I'll give you a brief rundown then," Harry replied. "Fair warning though, I don't know everything either. Nat will fill in if I miss anything."
Natasha nodded.
"SHIELD was founded in the aftermath of the war by three people you know pretty well. Chester Phillips, Howard Stark, and Margaret Carter," Harry began, pausing when Steve inhaled sharply at the latter's name. "Yeah, you have my apologies that you missed out on so much with her."
Steve nodded thickly, motioning for him to continue.
"Right," Harry said, exchanging a look with Natasha. Together, they told him about the advancements the world had made, particularly in politics and technology, and how society had changed. By the time they were done, their ramen had been finished. Harry was amused all the while Steve tried to eat with chopsticks before the man had finally gotten the hang of it after a few trials. At least what they said about his diligence was not overrated.
"You'll get used to it in no time," Harry said with a small smile. At the man's questioning look, he replied, "A new world, new people, societal norms and the like."
"Why does it seem like you speak from experience?"
Harry simply smiled.
"Also, if you want to work for SHIELD, you are free to, but don't let anyone pressure you into joining them," he said firmly. "You've fought for multiple lifetimes and I think you've earned yourself a nice life of rest or travel, whichever you prefer. But something tells me you'd be itching for a fight soon enough. Warriors are built like that. Still, working for SHIELD should be your decision and because you want to, not because it is something expected of you."
"Don't you work for SHIELD as well?" Steve asked curiously. Harry chuckled.
"Ha! Nick would wish," he replied mirthfully, ignoring the way Nat rolled her eyes. "I simply cooperate with him so they won't bother me too much. It helps that they seem to be doing good work so far. The moment I find them doing something they shouldn't… well… I'll keep it a surprise."
Steve knew a dangerous person when he saw one, and for the first time since he had met Harry Potter, he felt he had never seen a person as dangerous as him.
XXXXX
Harry bid farewell to Nat and Steve and watched them return to the SHIELD base in a sleek black car. He was a good man and he was sure he would be at home in no time.
Felicia had been sent to another mission in Russia this morning, leaving Harry with two houseguests to entertain. The issue was that none wanted to be entertained. Banner was out cold and Betty was always either by his side or doing whatever experiments caught her fancy in the small lab he had gotten set up for her. He was sure she was researching the serum Stern had concocted and to figure out whether she could derive something from it to cure Banner permanently.
Harry had simply gotten the lab set up for her and he hoped she managed to find a breakthrough.
He walked inside an alley and appeared in the same club he and Tony had visited back when they first met. His arrival was unnoticed and he walked through the doors.
"A martini," he told the waitress – the same one who had been there that night. Her eyes seemed to flash in recognition and she smiled as she started to fix his drink.
She had his drink ready in no time and Harry drummed his fingers on the counter, slowly sipping away. Try as he might, he couldn't help but think about Rogers once again, and what a shitty hand life had dealt him. He had heard the story.
A scrawny little boy with immense determination who had put himself through literal torture and come out on top, becoming the biggest player in the war. The similarities between the two of them were glaring.
He empathized with the man. He had his whole life ahead of him and a woman waiting for him, only for it all to be taken away.
He did not know anything about Margaret Carter apart from three – she had co-founded SHIELD, she and Rogers had been in love and were looking forward to spending their lives together, and she was the grandmother of Sharon Carter whom he and Felicia had saved not too long ago. That was all. She must be close to a century in age.
Harry sighed as he sipped his drink, frowning when he saw he had emptied his glass already. He was about to order another one when he felt someone slide on the barstool right beside his.
"A refill for my friend here, and I'll have whatever he's having."
Harry smiled to himself as he laid eyes on the exotic Scandinavian brunette who had finally decided to grace him with her presence again, and what a sight she was.
Her dark brown hair was down in waves over her back with a single strand dangling off her left eye, giving her an alluring look.
Gone was her professional attire. Instead, she had a short cocktail dress on that was hanging off her shoulders by thin, spaghetti straps. The black fabric hugged her curves nicely, showcasing them in their entirety and coming to the middle of her luscious thighs. Harry was visibly impressed. She had a body to kill for.
Feeling his eyes on her, she smirked and crossed her legs, making the dress hike up her long legs even more. She spotted the pretty bartender give her a jealous look as she brought their drinks over and chuckled to herself.
"Looks like you upset someone," Harry remarked.
"I had no idea you were already spoken for tonight," she retorted.
"Not at all," he chuckled. "Although I'd not get any ideas if I were you just because you got me a drink."
"Throwing my words back at me, Mr. Potter?" She smirked.
"I think we're past the line where you call me Harry," he replied suavely. "So what's the occasion?"
Sylvia smirked when she saw him give her a once over, easily spotting his eyes pausing on a couple of spots. His unapologetic grin made her roll her eyes.
"Last night here in this city for the time being," she replied, sipping her martini. "Thought I'd better make the best of it."
"You're in the perfect place then if you're looking for a pleasant memory to say farewell with," he said suggestively.
"That was my thought as well," she smirked.
They sipped their drinks in silence for a while, doing nothing but look at each other suggestively. A lingering touch here, a profound glance there, and the atmosphere was heating up faster than any had expected.
Her parting words from their previous meeting ran amok in both their minds, heightening the anticipatory atmosphere around them.
"So," Harry cleared his throat, finally taking the initiative. "What's the next destination?"
She smirked.
"I hope you're not going to follow me around, Harry."
"Just interested," he chuckled.
"California," she replied. "And then… who knows? Maybe I'll come back here, maybe I'll go to Europe. Haven't decided yet."
"Europe does have some good fighters," he nodded, trying to recall any. He failed and gave a casual shrug. "Don't know any though. It's not my jam."
"You look like one who'd be a good fight though," she said, looking him over. Harry smirked, feeling her eyes all over his body, and what else could he do but return the favor? She simply rolled her eyes and looked around. There was a small crowd on the dance floor and she turned toward him with an eyebrow raised.
Harry looked at her before he looked over. Smirking, he held his hand out. She put her hands in his and let him take her over between the small group of men and women lost in their personal space. Soon, that space would have another addition.
The music was a slow one and Harry simply held her by the waist. Her hands were on his shoulders as they gazed at each other.
"I used to think my eyes glowed," Harry said. "But yours are something else."
"Sappy much, Harry?" She asked in mirth. Harry's response was to drag his hands down slightly, wandering onto her ass. Her eyes gleamed in approval, yet she pulled them up and wiggled her finger at him.
This tease, Harry thought.
She giggled and there was no way Harry was going to take anything seriously. His hands returned to her ass and he took it a step further this time, pulling her sexy frame against his. Her gasp and that wicked smile made his dick lurch and he was sure she felt it too.
Slowly, he started groping her ass, kneading her curvaceous flesh over her simmering black dress while he rubbed his dick over her front, keeping her flush against him. Her hands were firmly holding him by the shoulder and the lustful look in her eyes kept urging him to escalate things.
They didn't even realize when the slow song had stopped and were slightly startled when a more upbeat song started playing.
"Should I pull away and let everyone see what you're packing down there?" She leaned up and whispered in his ear, and Harry had half a mind to just bend her over and take her right on the stage. However, he exercised restraint and turned her around, pulling her back against him and pressing his erect manhood between the crack of her ass. As he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against his body, she could not contain the soft moan that escaped her lips.
Harry counted it as a victory and enjoyed the feeling of this alluring seductress as she danced with her back to him and his cock lodged in the crack of her ass with only their clothes separating them. He saw how happy she was, grinding her ass against his erection on her own accord, and he let go of his hold on her hips.
Sylvia slowly felt him sliding his hands up her body. His hands were roaming across her body and she had a very good idea what their destination was. She let him continue as she kept rubbing her ass over his length. However, what she had not expected was for him to tease her along the way.
His hands roamed around her tits, brushing them with featherlight touches as he caressed her body. Sylvia knew he was in full control of his actions and he knew what he was doing. She was aching for his touch by the time he finally decided to slide his hands up and cup her tits.
The moment she felt his hands on her tits, she pushed her chest out against his hands. That was all the encouragement he needed as he began groping her right there on the dance floor in full view of everyone without any inhibitions. Sylvia was equal parts surprised and aroused that he could be so bold.
She leaned back against him and Harry continued to fondle her tits over her black dress. He rubbed his thumbs over her aching nipples and pressed firmly over them, caressing her tits through her dress and the black lace she had on. She was excited and she could feel how sensitive her nubs felt.
She was further surprised when she felt his fingers push inside her dress and bra to rest right over her large, round tits. It seemed she had severely underestimated his boldness as he pushed his hand further inside. She could feel his fingers squeezing the top of her tits and she grabbed his hand. Things were indeed escalating faster than either had anticipated. He had his cock firmly wedged between her ass-cheeks even though both had their clothes on. His hand was halfway inside her dress and bra, and he suddenly kissed the pulse point of her neck, making her shudder. Her mouth opened on its own volition and she gasped when he planted his lips on hers.
He squeezed her tits and rubbed his dick over her ass as he furiously kissed her, uncaring of who was watching them. As far as he was aware, no one knew either of them here and he couldn't care about what they thought. He had already spotted a few people staring at them, whispering, while a few had decided to take inspiration from them and were lost in their little world of amorous pleasure.
"My hotel is next door," she whispered against his lips and Harry needed no further explanation. She had said that he could have ideas when they met next, and he did indeed have this idea he needed to act upon.
"Lead the way," he replied.
Sylvia bit her lip as he pulled his hands out of her dress and bra and grabbed hers. Slowly, they walked through the small throng of people scattered throughout the club.
In no time, they were walking through the lobby toward the elevator, laughing all the while. Everyone who noticed them had no doubts as to what would be happening.
They walked inside the elevator and that was when Sylvia saw herself for the first time in the mirror.
Her lipstick was smeared over her lips and one strap of her dress was hanging off her shoulder along with the bra strap, leaving it bare. Her hair was also a mess and so was her dress.
Harry had a teasing grin on his face as he stood in front of her and she looked down, checking to see if he was still excited. The large tent in his trousers intensified her arousal even further and without any hesitation whatsoever she reached forward and took him in her hand over his trousers. To her surprise, his length started growing even more once it was in her hand, and soon, his hands were on her tits again.
However, this time, he was fondling them more wildly. Her hand stroked his length while he groped and squeezed her tits harshly and slammed his lips against hers.
The moment the elevator doors opened, she took charge. Grabbing him by the collar, she pulled him behind her to where her room was. They barely made it inside the room when he was on her once again. He grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled them off her shoulder. She eagerly pulled her arms out of them and let him pull the simmering black dress down her body and drop it on the floor. She stepped out of it, clad in only a matching pair of black lace bra and panties.
His lips were on hers all the while as she slowly began leading him where the bed was. Somewhere along the way, her bra was unhooked and tossed on the floor and he took a moment to stare at her naked tits. The moment ended pretty soon as his hands were all over them in no time. He gently lowered her on the bed, making her sit on the edge with her legs dangling off before he leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard.
"Ah yesss…" she moaned, to his approval as he started to grope both her tits once again. His lips alternated between the two and he showered both of her nubs with equal attention. He was hungry and he was aggressive. His touches left marks on her ivory skin and his greedy touches seemed intent on making her cum by just having her tits played with.
Sylvia had no intention of letting it happen. She pulled him up on the bed beside her and they began kissing. His tongue pushed aggressively inside her mouth and she met him with as much eagerness. She had no intention of being the idle party and soon, her hands were groping his length over his trousers. She made quick work of them, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers before she unzipped it. Her hand found its target in no time and she began stroking his cock.
He gasped into her mouth, making her smirk. She knew he was liking how this was going and what she was doing, and his cock felt so hot in her hands.
With another deep kiss, she pulled away and got on her knees, dragging his trousers and boxers down in one go. As she looked up, she saw him grin as he pulled his shirt off. In no time, she found herself topless beneath a naked man who she had met only once before this night and was already stroking his cock. Life was truly unexpected.
"Sorry but I need you in me," she whispered sultrily and stood up. She pushed him back on the bed and crawled over him.
Harry was treated to the heavenly sight of Sylvia with her large tits dangling off her chest as she crawled over him until she was straddling him. She had only her lace panties on and he watched as she slowly pulled them off and threw them away.
She grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up against her entrance. Without a moment of hesitation, she slammed her hips down, plunging his massive cock deep inside her hot quim.
"Ahhh fuckkkkk!"
She began rolling her hips, furiously feeding his cock deep inside her wanting snatch. Her head was thrown back in pleasure and her hands were planted over his chest as she kept bucking over him, repeatedly fucking herself raw on his manhood. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing will ever feel like this.
"Ahh Harry!" She cried out. "Ahh you feel sooo good inside me… ohh!"
Soon, Harry began to return the favor as he slammed upward, pushing deeper and deeper inside her with each stroke. Her furious slams were met with his responding ones, sending her careening over the edge.
With a vicious howl, Sylvia came. Her body convulsed and she dropped entirely over him. Harry held her firmly against his front, furiously kissing her as he planted his feet on the bed and began slamming repeatedly inside her, fucking her through her orgasm. His prick slid in and out of her, sending the sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberating around the room.
"Aaahhhh yesssss…" she hissed through clenched teeth as she pulled away from the kiss and looked at him wildly. "Ah fuck me! Cum inside me, Harry! Cum inside me!"
Harry grunted at the feeling of her incredibly hot tightness engulfing him around his cock and there was no way he could prevent himself from spilling his seed inside her. Sylvia moaned in pleasure at the feeling of his hot, white spunk coating her insides. She could feel him shoot load after load of his thick, potent seed deep inside her womb. She knew the chances were very low, but for the first time, she hoped someone's seed took root inside her.
She had felt this connection with Harry she had never felt with someone else before. There was something about him that had drawn her toward him the first night they had met and the only reason she had not pulled him in her bed back then already was because she wanted to assess this feeling. Try as she might, she failed to pinpoint just why she was so attracted to him.
However, one thing was clear to her. She wanted him, even if it was a one-time thing.
Panting, she pulled back and looked down at him.
"That was…"
"Yeah…"
They lay in silence for a while. Multiple thoughts ran around their heads as they breathed evenly. Suddenly, Sylvia felt him hardening again against her pussy and she giggled.
"Ready for round two already?" She asked coyly.
Harry's response was to turn them over so that he was now hovering over her. He looked down at her breathlessly flushed face and smirked, "You're leaving tomorrow, right? Better make the most of the night then."
Sylvia was all too happy to oblige and eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid inside her once again.
Four more times they fucked that night and the next day found Harry tearing down the interstate highway in a supercar with none other than Tony Stark. By sundown, he was holding Maria in his arms as he fixed her bruises while she told him what had happened.
XXXXX
"You okay?" Harry asked in concern as he wrapped his arms around Nat, hearing her sigh as she embraced him. He knew she and Clint were as close as siblings could be and to hear that he had been turned…
"What happened exactly, Nick?" Harry asked firmly. The Director of SHIELD stared at him from his spot at the head of the table.
"Take a seat, Potter."
Harry pursed his lips and three chairs slid out on their own. Maria and Nat took theirs on either side of him while Harry sat in the middle. He saw Fury sigh and lean back in his chair.
"The Tesseract began malfunctioning. Doctor Selvig and the other scientists were trying to contain it when a portal opened and someone came out of it."
Harry sighed. It was one of the things he had thought might happen. He looked at Maria who pursed her lips.
"It was Loki," Fury continued. "I have little idea what quarrel Asgard suddenly has with Earth."
"This is not the first time humanity has encountered the Tesseract," Harry muttered. "Wasn't it hidden before Schmidt found it? What was it called? The crown jewel of Odin's secret treasure or something, right? You sure Loki just didn't come over to recover something that probably belongs to Asgard?"
"Unlikely," Fury replied. "The threat is clear. War is coming, Potter."
Harry sighed.
"What else happened?"
"Loki used this scepter to warp minds. That was how Barton and Selvig were compromised," Fury replied.
"You seen any changes in their appearance when it happened?" Harry asked interestedly. Fury frowned as he tried to remember.
"The eyelids turned black, that's all," he replied. "They had full sense of their surroundings and intelligence. It's just their allegiance that was subverted."
"A modified variant of the Imperius," Harry whispered under his breath so that only Natasha and Maria could hear. "What else?" He asked.
"Nothing much," Fury sighed. "Loki attacked us. We fought, or tried to. The facility was set to self-destruct. It was meant to take everyone down, but they managed to escape thanks to Agent Barton. Agent Hill here tried to take them out and she barely survived."
'Even with the powers, Maria?' Harry asked telepathically. The woman sighed and gave him a small nod.
"Any clue where they might be now?" Harry asked.
"None," Fury replied before his eyes focused firmly on him. "We need Doctor Banner here, Potter."
"And what do you need him for?" Harry asked curtly. The situation might be dire but there was no way he was just handing Banner over. He had taken responsibility for the man and he would see it out.
"Doctor Banner is the biggest name when it comes to Gamma radiation. The Tesseract emits the same radiation. He would be invaluable in helping us track its location."
Harry pursed his lips as he drummed his fingers on the table. Fury's reasons were perfectly understandable and they did need to find the Tesseract as soon as possible.
"Alright, Fury. I'll see to it. What's the plan?"
Fury stared at him and steeled his fingers on the table. Leaning forward, he replied, "We are going ahead with the Avengers Initiative."
Harry scoffed.
"The project was scrapped for good reasons, Nick," he said firmly. "You know as well as I do that there is no way this would work out if everyone is thrown together in a mixer. Think of something better."
"I am all ears if you have a better idea, Potter."
Harry stared at Nick for a while. He knew who all were proposed to be on this team. Rogers, Stark, Banner, and himself. There was no way the Hulk was getting out.
"Fine," Harry gritted his teeth. "But I have one condition, and it's non-negotiable."
Fury frowned.
"What is it?"
"Banner will not enter the field of battle. His help would be limited to what he can provide in the lab. He is a physicist and he will remain as such."
"And that is the price for your cooperation, I believe?"
"It is," Harry nodded. He was on good enough terms with both Stark and Rogers and he believed the three of them were enough to take care of any issues they might face.
"I agree," Fury replied. "I want you to bring Doctor Banner over to the Helicarrier ASAP. The lab is already set up for him."
"Yeah, I think not," Harry snorted. "You seriously expect such a volatile creature in that flying contraption, Nick?"
"The most secure place is where the strongest will be to protect him."
"Your statement needs a minor correction, Nick," Harry replied. "The strongest will need to protect others from him if something goes tits up. No, Banner will be doing this from a remote location where no one can reach him and all we need is constant communication with him."
Fury gave him a dead-eyed stare for a long moment.
"You don't have to bother with anything, Nick. Just send over the lab equipment you've got set up in that Helicarrier over to my apartment and I'll get him sorted out. You get the info, Banner stays safe. Win-win for everyone."
There was a long moment of terse silence as Harry and Fury stared at each other with neither backing down for even a moment. Finally, Fury sighed and nodded.
"Fine, Potter. We'll do this your way. No Doctor Banner on the team, and he will stay in this remote location you speak of. But keep this in mind. If Doctor Banner gets compromised or something else goes wrong, I'll hold you responsible."
Harry snorted but nodded. Fury gave him a parting look as he walked away.
"We'll get him back, Nat," Harry took her hands and squeezed gently. The redhead nodded.
"Where do you plan to set up this lab?" She asked.
"What lab?"
"The one Doctor Banner will be using to track down the Tesseract," Maria sighed.
"Oh," Harry chuckled. "No worries. Just have it moved to the apartment. There's no need to trouble Banner's beauty sleep."
"Harry, dear, we need to track the Tesseract," the brunette sighed. "And for that, we need Doctor Banner."
"You're underestimating me, my dear," Harry replied with a smirk. "Get me a drop of Barton's blood and I'll sniff him out of whatever nest this Loki has hidden him in."
Their eyes widened in surprise.
"SHIELD does have his blood, right?"
"Yeah, it's in the archives."
"Good," Harry nodded. "I can get it done."
"How long will it take?" Natasha asked eagerly.
"Well, depends on the distance," Harry replied. "We don't share any connection so it will take a bit of time. If he's nearby then a minute or two. However, it might take hours if he's thousands of miles away from here."
"Still better than whatever time it would've taken Doctor Banner to locate the Tesseract."
"Yeah," Harry muttered. "It would be best if Barton is near the Tesseract. Would save us the hassle. If the Tesseract is somewhere else… well… we'll have to either wake Banner up or wait for Loki to play his hand."
"Her hand," Maria corrected.
"Say what?"
"Loki is a female, Harry," she sighed. "She's also Thor's sister."
"Really?" Harry asked curiously. "The name sounded male, so I thought… well, no matter. Man or woman, my magic works all the same."
"Please leave some for me as well after you're done with her," Natasha muttered darkly.
Harry looked at her and smirked.
"With pleasure, babe."
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