Harry had woken the next day and had just finished breakfast, after Nat had left he had spent the whole of yesterday testing out the suit's flight ability. He avoided being seen thanks to the suit's ability to turn itself and the user invisible, not that it was really needed since Harry could already go invisible but he used the suit's invisibility and found it was like his invisibility from the cloak, however Harry's testing showed that unlike the cloak it only hid the user from a person's eyes and nothing else.
After testing it for several hours Harry realized that the suit's top speed was around three hundred miles an hour when flying but if Harry poured his own magic into it then it could increase in speed, how much it would increase would depend on how much magic Harry poured in.
One thing that interested Harry was the, for lack of a better term, 'rage' feature. With a sufficient amount of anger and magical power them Harry would gain a temporary increase in magical and physical strength, speed, etc. However if he was facing someone who was still stronger then the suit would allow him to temporarily match the strength of anyone who he was facing.
The usual problem with that was that it was very draining and could cause physical damage to the average person, however Harry had a few unique advantages. Thanks to a few rituals Harry was already physically superior to the average person so the risk of injury was reduced, but when you add in Harry's healing ability which included the ability to regain stamina, then that meant that if Harry was ever forced to use the rage mode then he would likely not need more than a few minutes rest afterwards.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the ringing of a phone, Harry quickly realized it was his own since it seemed like nobody had else had broken in. Harry answered the call and pressed the phone against his ear.
"Mr Potter," Agent Coulson's voice spoke. "I am told that you have come back from your vacation. If it's not a bother then I would like your help with something."
"Something big?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow even though there was no way that Coulson could see it.
"It's a 0-8-4," Coulson replied, Harry mentally translated that to mean 'Object of unknown origin'. "We're not entirely sure yet but I am leaning towards it being big." Coulson replied. "It is weird, your level of weird if you understand what I mean."
"I do." Harry said after a moment, it didn't take a genius to realize that he meant that whatever it is could be magical.
"I am sending you my coordinates," Coulson said. "come by as soon as you are able to please. Casual clothes." Coulson added, meaning Harry didn't really need to wear his Grim costume.
"I'll be there as soon as I can." Harry replied before the call ended. "Well boy," Harry said to Padfoot. "looks like I have got to go to work. You be good." Harry added before he stood up, his sleeping clothes changed and he was now dressed in black boots, trousers, a grey shirt and a black jacket. Harry checked his phone and saw that he had received the coordinates, a second later he had teleported away.
.....
"Coulson." Harry said in the form of a greeting as he shook Coulson's hand. Harry was currently in New Mexico and standing in what was apparently called a 'Crater Investigation site'.
"Mr Potter." Coulson nodded before he gestured him to follow. "I'm glad you have come here, in all honesty I am not entirely sure how helpful you will be. But I think this might be something you might now about."
"Is whatever we're talking about dangerous?" Harry asked.
"No...or at least I don't think so." Coulson shook his head. "But you might disagree."
"Look can we just cut the games and can you just tell me exactly what this thing is?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"It's a hammer." Coulson answered.
"A hammer?" Harry drawled. "You called me all the way to New Mexico..."
"It took you like six seconds to get here." Coulson protested.
"...For a hammer?" Harry asked, ignoring Coulson's words. "You did not set up this massive and heavily guarded facility just for a hammer, the same way you didn't call me over here just for a hammer. Cut to the chase, what makes it special?"
"You mean other than it falling out of the sky during a massive storm and the weird energy readings we are getting from it? We can't move it."
"What the hell do you mean you can't move it? Is there like a bomb attached to it or something? Or do you mean that you physically can't move it?" Harry asked in a curious voice.
"We physically can't move it. We've tried everything from picking it up with our hand to forklifts, before we arrived there were some civilians who were trying to move it with their vehicles. A pickup truck got damaged trying to pull it." Coulson replied.
"Okay, you have my interest." Harry nodded.
"Potter, Coulson." A voice said, Harry and Coulson saw Barton walking alongside them. He was wearing the exact same clothing as Harry except he also had a pair of fingerless gloves.
"Barton." Harry nodded in greeting. "You're here as well?"
"Guard duty and security for the most part." Clint nodded.
"Here we are gentlemen." Colson said as they arrived in the middle of the facility, and Harry saw the reason the entire facility was built. On top of a stump in the ground was a hammer, it had a brown handle with a brown strap at the end along with white circles running up the handle. The head of the hammer was large and grey, Harry saw what looked like runes inscribed in it. "Well?" Coulson asked Harry.
"Hmm," Harry walked towards the hammer and began walking around it, his wand was in his hand as he cast detection spells. "Coulson." Harry said eventually.
"Yeah?"
"Can I just say something? Just one thing."
"O...kay."
"Good," Harry smiled before he looked at the hammer. "...the fuck?"
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