"Come on, Sparrowhawk, just a couple more," Tony near-whined. "There's still plenty of time yet."
"Tony, the others will be here in a couple of hours at most," Harry replied, his patience at a near-end, both with the constant tests and Tony's incessant use of naming him after literary wizards and sorcerers. "We've been at it for days. If you don't have the information that you need somewhere in your computers by now, then I seriously doubt that an extra hour of testing is going to help. Besides, I need a shower."
Tony pouted at him, even while manipulating his computers, tasking them with running a different spectrum of scans on Harry's body.
"Obviously magical people aren't as much fun as I was led to believe," he stated.
In response, Harry gave his wand a brief wave in Tony's general direction.
The instant that his machines began beeping, Tony leapt at them.
"What'd you do? I know you did some kind of magic," Tony stated, his words near-blurring together in his excitement.
"Pardon me, Sirs," the voice of Jarvis said from the walls around them, "but there is something on the television that I believe that you should both be made aware of. And might I add, Sir, that I approve of your new look."
"What? What new look?" Tony asked, before waving the question away. "Forget it. Show us what you've found."
In response, one of the holographic displays changed to display a TV screen. Harry and Tony unconsciously moved to stand side by side as they watched what was clearly a view from a news helicopter.
"Where is this?" Harry asked, staring at the familiar-looking bridge.
The bridge was currently filled with cars, all at a standstill as the occupants of said cars fled for their lives on foot from … something big near the midpoint of the bridge.
"New York," Jarvis replied. "Specifically, the Williamsburg Bridge."
Suddenly, one of the cars was pushed over the side, beginning its inevitable plunge towards the river below, a plunge that was halted mid-way. From the looks of it, that car, along with half a dozen others, were being grabbed mid-air by a line of some kind.
"The tensile strength of that has got to be enormous," Tony murmured.
The origin of the line was revealed as a red and blue figure appeared.
"Spider-Man!" Harry exclaimed.
"But what's that that's doing all the damage?" Tony asked.
Whatever it was, it was obviously big and green, thankfully not as big or as green as the Hulk. And this one seemed to have a tail. But that was as much as they were able to work out from the erratic pictures that the helicopter was transmitting back to the studio.
A quick glance around had Harry snatching up an empty coke can and tapping it with his wand.
"What are you doing?" Tony asked.
"Making a portkey," Harry replied, before deciding to explain further after noticing Tony's lack of comprehension. "I can only apparate myself so far. This allows me to travel over much greater distances instantaneously."
"You're heading back to New York?" Tony asked.
A brief flick of his eyes towards his suits of armour told the story of how much he wished that he could go too. Unfortunately, New York was on the wrong side of the country and Harry's magic wouldn't allow it to take him as well. At least, not without the suit blowing up straight afterwards.
"Yep. If I'm quick enough, maybe I can find out more about Spider-Man and whatever that is and lend a hand to the good guy or at least protect the innocents," Harry said.
Then, with a brief nod, he tapped the can once more and disappeared.
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The Mage arrived on top of one of the support struts of the Willamsburg Bridge. Instantly, he peered downwards, looking for either the Spider-Man or the big, green thing that it was battling on the TV.
Unfortunately, it seemed that he was too late – neither of the two were there anymore.
Travelling across the country, albeit instantaneously by portkey, quickly donning his black dragon hide pants and shirt, his boots and many pocketed belt and finally his trademark blue-grey cloak before apparating to this position had taken too long.
Well, Mage decided, the main two may not be here. Their mess, however, was.
A second quick apparition took him to a point near the edge of the bridge near where Spider-Man had tied one of the dangling cars to.
A few judicious waves of his wand straightened the cars still on the bridge while at the same time manoeuvring them around so that there was some space left for the cars that he was about to retrieve.
After glancing over the side, Mage began levitating the cars back up to the bridge one by one. By the time that he was finished, he was visibly sweating, at least it would be visible if not for the hood on his cloak and the obscuris spell on his face. Levitating a ton of metal was slightly harder than levitating a feather, after all.
As he placed the last car down, Mage strode forward, conjuring a small container as he did so. Then, after bending down, he plucked a piece of the line that was attached to one of the cars off, a surprisingly hard thing to do, before depositing it into the container. He was sure that Tony or Doctor Banner would love to get a look at it.
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