AN: I'm sorry for taking so taking so long to update! Real life got in the way… Oh well I won't bore you with excuses… You get a lot of hugs and virtual cookies! Now On With The Story!

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After a few minutes the door slid open, revealing the agent that Arda had terrorised into leaving the room, interrupted their moment. He seemed to flounder for a bit seeing his tearstained face and Arda's suspiciously sniffing-like hisses, but he quickly regained his demeanour and took his place by the door and next to the window again. But before either of them had a chance to speak up or ask any questions the Helicarrier shook and all three of them was thrown from their chairs and into the wall from the resulting explosion…

Chapter 9 – Morphing into a Butterfly…

Agent Niel Wilson was starting to feel a bit worried for his continued well-being. All because of the very poisonous snake that had been staring at him for the past fifteen minutes since the Fury's latest attempt at playing ruler left the room.

Niel had never really been as blinded to the danger Fury possessed to the world as his colleagues was. Sure, he had been in awe, and still was for that matter, of everything the man had done and continued to do but he had never been one for ignoring the glaringly obvious problem that Fury presented. Fury was the kind of person that thrived of authority and he adored being obeyed. What Niel found disturbing however was the man's repeated attempts to become something of a supreme ruler of one thing or another. Niel knew that no-one would believe him or his qualms about Nick Fury so he kept his mouth shut and continued to work in the shadows to perhaps one day prevent Fury doing something truly radical in his mission to gain control of everyone. "I just hope that the Avengers wise up to what Fury is up to sometime soon… Or they will get roped into whatever his next schemes is…"

Niel shivered at that thought and refocused on his current problem – the death-glare he currently was getting from the poisonous snake that now was wrapped around James Evans entire body. When said snake started to hiss and bare its teeth at him threatingly, Niel decided that the most tactical decision right now was to remove himself from the room for a while and maybe get a cup of coffee. "Yeah, that sounded like a great idea…" He thought as he swiftly and efficiently rose from his chair and walked out from the room. "Let them work things out alone for a while… It is not as if the prisoner will be going anywhere anytime soon… He is chained to a chair and has a poisonous snaked wrapped around his upper-body for Valhalla's-sake… That toppled with the fact that the door is locked and the guards outside the door makes it virtually impossible to escape, no matter what kind of deity you 'supposedly' are…"

Here Niel scoffed to himself. "As if anyone could really become the 'Master of Death'. The guy was probably insane or he made the entire thing up just to seem more important… Probably a combination of both…" Lost in his thoughts his feet led him from the small room where they temporarily kept the prisoner to the coffee-machine further down the hall. "Even though it is uncanny that he apparently can talk to and understand the snake… Oh well, I suppose I should be used to strange abilities by now… I mean, between the Hulk and Captain America there aren't much that should astound me by now… And yet, this lunatic believing himself to be the 'Master of Death' takes the cake… Oh well, he hasn't behaved worse than my parents yet at least…"

Niel Wilson hadn't thought about his parents in a long time. In fact, since he joined S.H.I.E.L.D almost thirteen years ago he hadn't spared them a single thought. Not that they deserved that much. Like a lot of the spy's and agents that worked for S.H.I.E.L.D Niel's childhood hadn't been a happy one. His parents had been drunkards and Niel had spent much of his childhood with his grandparents on his mother's side of the family. Stina and Andreas Morgansson was a loving couple that in their youth had emigrated from Sweden and had settled in the sunny state of Louisiana in the town known as Alexandria. Together they had lived a fulfilling life, working alongside each other in law enforcement until they died during a robbery in the late 70's, Niel had been sixteen. It was thanks to his maternal grandparents that Niel was a dedicated believer in the Norse Gods' and Goddesses', a belief that now turned out to have a valid claim thanks to the appearance of Thor and Loki.

But back to his parents, Anna and Matthew Wilson had been high-paid psychiatrists. Working together, they had been driving their own clinic for patients belonging to the richer side of society. The thing about his parents was that they had a taste for alcohol and when they drank they drunk a lot. Niel's father was one of those drunkards that lost all contact with reality when he had too much to drink and tended to sit in a corner and talk to a wall for hours. Niel's mother on the other hand was an aggressive drunk. And since the only person that would respond to her cruel worlds and poorly aimed, but non-the less painful, slaps was Niel himself.

Growing up, Niel's everyday life had consisted of verbal and physical abuse from his mother. He usually had bruises covering his entire backside after an especially awful weekend and was constantly told how worthless he was or how disappointed she was in him. And because Niel was a bit of a loner growing up he hadn't had a lot of people he could call friends, and the ones he was close enough to actually talk to about his home-life usually had similar problems of their own…

Quickly snapping out of his depressing thoughts and cradling his cup of coffee close to his chest, Niel started the short trek back to the 'cell'. Taking a sip of the still scolding hot beverage Niel complemented everything he knew about the scientist that used to work with the Tesseract. It was startlingly little he decided. James Evans; a male with spiky, blond hair and dull brown eyes, whom claimed to be the master of Death and probably was some kind of meta-human or something considering that he had escaped and evaded capture for a while – And probably still would if it weren't for that terrifying snake, Niel admitted to himself…

Niel shook his head too clear it of his musings and threw the, now cold, coffee in the nearest bin before he took a deep breath, flashed his identification to the two guards standing outside the door and pushed the door open. Quickly taking in the situation, he was startled to notice the tearstained face of the man he was ordered to guard and the suspicious sniffing-like hisses the snake was emitting. His step faltered for a second, wondering if he should say something about it or not, but decided not to as he continued towards his chair that was located a few feet from the door and right next to the window. Taking a seat, he looked out the window to give the man and snake a few moments to collect themselves.

Just as he was about to turn away from the window Niel noticed something in the corner of his eye and as he turned to get a closer look he managed to catch a glimpse of a small air-craft with the carrier open. He barely managed to register Agent Barton standing on the carrier, before something nearby explodes and Niel was thrown from his chair to the other side of the room. Feeling a blossoming pain coming from his abdomen area, Niel looked down to discover that the glass from the window had slashed deep wounds into his stomach, resulting in a heavy flow of blood and some of his intestines was spilling out. Suddenly a pair of hands appeared in his line of sight and tried to stop the flow but Niel knew it was pointless, he could feel a cold sort of numbness spreading inside his body and as his vision started to lose focus the person the hands belonged to seemed to come to the same conclusion. Mustering the last of his energy he forced his head to lift only to lay eyes on the face of the man he was ordered to guard. And as he kept staring at James Evans his whole exterior started to change before his eyes. Whereas before there had been a 25-ish year old man with spiky blond hair and dull brown eyes, there now was a boy in his late teens early twenties with unruly black hair and emerald green eyes. As the world started to go black, he found himself staring into the man's startlingly green eyes and as his life flashed before his eyes he thought to himself that maybe there were some truth to the whole immortal master of death thing…

~The Green Eyed Phantom~

As the room descended into chaos around him, Harry exploded into action. Wandlessly casting a protego and vanishing the chains that kept him shackled to the chair he landed with a catlike grace he had gained from his animagusform and quickly took in the destruction around him. There were glass and pieces of the wall everywhere, the table that had been pushed into a corner had been annihilated and Harry could spot a large hole near the spot he originally had been chained to.

At the sound of a pained gasp he turned around and took notice of the downed agent that lay sprawled against the wall opposite the window. Harry quickly took stock of the situation and noticed the gashes on the agents stomach along with the freely flowing blood and parts that should belong on the inside of any human, not on the outside. As Harry tried to stop the flow of blood with his hands he realised after a few heartbeats what a futile attempt it was. As the agent used the last of his energy to lift his head to look at him, Harry found himself making a split decision. Using legilimency to learn everything needed to impersonate the man dying in front of his eyes. Harry kept eye-contact as he delved deep into the subconscious of the dying man and at the same time he slowly morphed back into his original appearance, allowing the dying man into his secret.

As he finished his legilimency-scan of the downed agent, Harry felt no regret about what he was about to do. Even as he moved the, now dead, agent to the hole too push the body down into the ocean he felt nothing but sadness. There was nothing he could have done to save the life of the agent, it was Niel Wilson's time to go and even though he was the Master of Death it wasn't his place to meddle with life and death – If it was your time to go, it was your time to go. It was that simple. His job as the Master of Death was to keep the balance and to step in if something threatened to disturb it. Like when the Joker tried to threaten the Batman and the citizens of Gotham City by blowing up two ships (one with innocents and one with prisoners). Even though he hadn't needed to step in to take care of the Joker himself he had felt the need to remove the explosives from both the boats. That way Harry had ensured that no-one died before it was their time. Even though Harry felt that the title Master of Death was a bit misgiving. Harry had known since the first meeting with Death that he was more of an Avatar of Death than the Master, but Death found it amusing to call him her Master so he put up with it.

Harry quickly shook his head too clear his thoughts and focused on the problem at hand. He had a body to get rid of and a plan to enforce. Pushing Niel Wilson's body through the hole with one final heave, Harry took a step back and observed the situation. Heaving a sigh, he turned around to face Arda and spoke I a low whisper.

§ Arda… I need you to stay hidden for a while…§

§ But Master…§ Arda whined, attempting to use the puppy-eyes and succeeding too well in Harry's opinion.

§ Please Arda… I need to do this! If not for myself than for Natasha and my family. Please! §

§ Fine! Just shrink me and use me as a belt or something… § Arda lamented and at Harry's look she amended. § Aaaand I promise to not make a sound… I know the deal! You do know that I did follow you on several missions… I am not a snakeling! So don't treat me like one, or I will bite you! §

Harry shuddered at the reminder of the effect of Arda's poison – It was not pretty. Shaking his head and ignoring the knowing look Arda sent him, Harry quickly morphed his body into that of Niel Wilson and shrunk Arda enough to enable her to act as his belt. Actually thinking ahead for once he made up some wounds that could have been made by broken glass and flying debris, before he haltingly left the room and made it out to the agents standing guard outside – Preparing himself for a visit to the infirmity.

~The Green Eyed Phantom~

Natasha was not having a good day. It had begun ordinarily enough with a meeting and then the thing in the scientists' little playpen happened and now this! Looking over at Banner, Natasha could see that he was breathing heavy after the hard landing on the floor of the lower equipment room. Glancing down at Banners hands, she could see that he was gripping the grated floor to maintain control, but Natasha could tell that it was slipping – His eyes were green and his face intense.

"I'm okay… We're okay… Right?" She whispered to herself, at least trying to delude herself a bit longer. Because let's face it… Being stuck under a few pipes while Banner was about to Hulk-out wasn't the situation she had in mind when she woke up this morning. Trying to pull her leg out from underneath the pile of pipes, she started to talk to Banner, trying (against hope) to keep hem calm and from hulking-out.

"Doctor… Bruce, you have got to fight it! This is just what Loki wants. We are going to be okay." Spotting two agents approaching, one supporting the other who was sporting multiple cuts and hurt leg, she quickly waved them away as she continued to talk soothingly to Banner. "We're going to be okay. Right? I swear on my life I will get you out of this! You will walk away from this and never…"

"Your life?" His voice had changed and now had an undertone of a growl in it. Another explosion rocked the carrier and as Banner turned to look at her, Natasha could see him transforming just as the lights went out.

~The Green Eyed Phantom~

Harry, in his disguise of Niel Wilson, could only watch in horror as the gentle scientist transformed into a green rage-monster in a similar fashion as a werewolf, which is to say horrible and painful. But as Natasha kept on waving them away, he and the other agent hurriedly hobbled away from the horrible situation – Hoping that something would happen to resolve the situation.

As they closed in on the bridge of the helicarrier an explosion and as they turned a corner the suddenly were under heavy spellfire as the men stationed outside the, now, blown up door opened fire.

The agent beside him went down as Harry threw himself into and connecting corridor to avoid sharing the same fate as the downed agent. Shakily standing up and moving away from the gunfire and trying to think of something. But before he could decide upon an action he felt that something was wrong. Someone was about to die before his or her time. Forcing down the bile that threatened to rise in his throat and apparated to the place the feeling of wrongness was leading him…

AN: Once more! I am sorry about being so late with my update! I promise to try better next time! Please review and let me know what you think!

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Mysteria Malfoy