One other thing that Harry remembered was the thanks he got for saving lives. At first it was great, it always was, it was nice to have people be appreciative. Make him feel like all the blood, sweat and tears were worth it. Though of course it would not last because sooner or later something else would happen and if he did not go and fix it then his past work was completely forgotten, it didn't help that even the people he saved were ungrateful.
Sure they would say 'thank you' when he did good and 'sorry' after they wronged him but needed him back, after a while it all became meaningless to Harry. He had given his blood, his sweat, his skin, his tears, years of his life and it wasn't enough for them. He had played the hero, but after the way they treated him he was amazed that he had not become the villain. Though he realized that he probably was depending on who you asked.
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of knocking on his door, he groaned as he hoped it was not Alexis, he could do without the drama right now. Harry stood up and Padfoot let out a small whine due to losing his pillow.
"Just give me a sec." Harry whispered to Padfoot before he walked over to the door, Harry stopped just in front of the door and waved his wand, making it so that the door was transparent, it was a rather useful spell that meant that he could see the other side without anyone on the other side being able to see him. It was at this point that Harry realized it was probably a good thing that he was not a pervert.
Harry saw who was standing on the other side of the door, his eyes widened slightly in realization. It was the same redhead who asked him earlier about that 'David Price' asshole. She was currently wearing black shoes, blue jeans, and a red sleeveless shirt, Harry knew it was possible that she could have something to do with the assholes he had just dealt with even though he saw no mention of her in any of their memories. Harry removed the spell and got rid of his wand before he slowly opened the door, he was ready to summon his wand into his hand if needs be.
"Oh hi, it's you!" She said in a cheery and surprised voice as she looked at him, she looked at him and saw that he was wearing slippers on his feet, grey tracksuit bottoms and a grey shirt, her sea green eyes met his grey ones. "You live here?" She asked in amazement.
"I do," Harry nodded. "what are you doing here?" Harry asked though he kept his tone to one belonging to somebody who was simply curious.
"Oh I got a job near here and I am staying in there," She said as she gestured to the apartment opposite Harry's. "for the time being anyway." She added. "I was just hoping to talk to everyone and just find out if there was anything I should know or any problems with the building." She said.
"Not that I am aware of," Harry shook his head. "how's your friend?" Harry asked.
"From what I have been told he is in hospital," She replied in a sad voice. "but hopefully he will get better. I haven't really had a chance to talk with him yet. Anyway thanks I guess and just do me a favor and tell me if I make too much noise or disturb you."
"Ok, thanks I guess." Harry nodded before he closed the door. "Fuck." Harry said, not worrying about being overheard as he had a silencing ward around the apartment, it was harder to make the ward able to let him hear sounds from the outside then it was to make it stop all sound from leaving the apartment.
When she was talking Harry had half heartedly listened, his real focus was on reading her mind. Not something he tried to make a habit of but he did when he felt like he had a good enough reason to do so. Needless to say he had felt like he had a good enough reason to do so.
Reading the woman's mind allowed Harry to learn her name was Natasha Romanoff and that she was an agent of Shield, an organization that he had apparently caught the attention of. Harry did not spend much time looking into information on Natasha as he knew he was on limited time and had placed his focus on learning about Shield.
Apparently they though he was an 'enhanced', which he supposed he was. Natasha had been sent to spy on him as she was one of their better agents and did not think that it would be a good idea to send one of the lesser agents in to deal with an enhanced, and they were right. Part of Harry wanted him to take everything he could and run away and hide before coming up with a new identity and living the rest of his life on the run.
Another part of him realized that running instantly would let them know that he was on to them and simply cause them to increase their efforts. The question now was what to do? For now at least he was going to act normal until he had come up with a new plan. He would not make any changes to his daily routine either as that could throw them off and make them put more effort into following him.
Which meant that later he would have to go for a drive like he usually did, if this agent was half as good as she was supposed to be then she would be ready to go at a moment's notice or already know his routine which likely meant that she would either attempt to enter his apartment after he left, do nothing or come with him. Harry thought that first was unlikely as she had only just arrived and would probably wait a bit before doing that.
The second was also unlikely, which meant that she was more than likely to come with him.
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