AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fem!Harry face claim is the beautiful lady who goes by the name Katia Winter. I'm pretty crappy at figuring out time zones so lets just forget different time zones exist for the time being.

Harley Coulson née Potter fluttered about Molly Weasley's kitchen, helping the elder witch and various other wives prepare a feast of dinner. With her fiery red hair- very much similar to that of her late Mum's- piled atop her head and pinned with her wand, Harley moved about the kitchen mixing and stirring and setting the dinner table.

Nearly the entire Weasley clan- with the exception of Charlie who refused to leave the Dragon Reserve in Romania unless it was Christmas- was to be in attendance of the night's dinner. Bill, along with his wife and two children- Fleur, Victoire, and William- had been the first to show up at the Burrow just before Harley had floo'd in with Ron and a very pregnant Hermione. Percy, along with his wife and daughter- Audrey and Lucy- were next to show up along with George and his own wife and daughter, Angelina and Roxanne. And last but not least, Ginny had showed up just in time as her brother's were picking Quidditch teams with her fiance, Dean Thomas.

Arthur and Hermione sat outside in the garden with the children playing around them as the Weasley men, Ginny, and Thomas were flying overhead. Inside- Molly, Harley, Fleur, Audrey, and Angelina bustled about the kitchen gossiping about their own families as usual.

"I swear," Angelina sighs, brushing her hands off on her jeans. "Roxanne is becoming more and more like her father as the days pass. I fear the day I become pregnant again and it happens to be a boy. George is going to have a ball."

Harley laughs, smiling as she brushes at an itch on her nose and leaves a trail of flour in it's wake.

At the age of twenty-nine, the fiery red head is the spitting image of her mother- the exception being the very infamous lightning bolt scar on her forehead that she didn't bother hiding anymore. Flesh nearly as pale as snow glows healthy as vivid green eyes sparkle happily at the room's occupants, and curves that every woman craved vibrated with laughter when Angelina quickly pointed at the flour staining her nose.

"If you think George is bad, wait until 'Mione goes into labor," Harley then pipes up after wiping clean the flour from her face. "That baby boy is going to be spoiled rotten the second his head pops out from between her legs."

Molly quickly scolds Harley for her blunt description while the other women cackle madly and continue to ready the dinner. The discussion then falls onto Ginny and the thoughts about the witch's upcoming marriage, and any thoughts about whether Dean would ever seal the deal and give Molly another grand-child. Molly would have scolded Angelina for her brash language as well but the more she thought about it, she wondered if Ginny would give her grand-babies like her boys were doing. While Ginny had been excited about the idea of marriage, Molly nor anyone else had ever heard the youngest Weasley's thoughts on having children of her own.

"Speaking of kids, Harls," Audrey puts the spotlight back on the only redhead who wasn't a Weasley or married to one. "When are you and that mysterious husband of yours going to join the parent club?"

Harley is in the midst of pouring butter beer into glasses when the question is fired at her, the witch zoning out at the mention of said mysterious husband.

She had met Phil Coulson when she was twenty and exploring America along with Ron and Hermione. The man was with a friend of his- the two gentlemen being the only ones well dressed in pressed jeans and blazers- as he held the door open for her at a bar the three underage magical beings managed to snag fake I.D's for, and it had been love at first smile for Harley.

Since he appeared to be older than the beautiful red-head, he figured Harley's flirtatious smile was for his well-muscled and younger companion so Phil was quite shocked when Harley had bought him a drink instead. He had politely refused all flirtatious advances given by Harley's liquid courage with the excuses that he was only in state on business and would be leaving for New York when said work was finished. Of course, the redheaded witch was let down but didn't let it stop her from trying to at least befriend the attractive older muggle.

For a few weeks, they hit it off as friends and even met up at the bar for a few drinks and laughs. But as Phil had warned, work soon ended and he left back for home.

Harley declared that if it was meant to be it'd happen sooner or later, and Fate was on Harley's side when a year later they met yet again in another state in yet another bar.

They laughed, they shared drinks- and encouraged by said drinks and surprisingly intimate setting- they had shared their first kiss. Phil, of course, had been horrified and shocked by his actions but Harley seemed more than okay with it all. Given his drunken state, Phil found a moment of clarity where he stopped everything for a moment and came clean that his specific job would prove dangerous for her if people found out about her. And had Harley been less drunk and had a level head like Phil, she'd had warned the same thing.

After reassurances of not caring and that they'd deal with the consequences when they popped up, Phil recklessly gave in and threw caution to the wind for the second time ever in his life.

A month into their secret meetings and secret date nights- 'cause Phil wanted something to himself for once- their date was crashed by a witch on a war-path to create as much chaos as her heart desired.

Phil was quick to call in for back-up while also apologizing to Harley for pulling her into this mess he called a job while at the same time Harley was apologizing for bringing her past into his life. When they both caught on to what the other was saying, Harley went wide-eyed before telling him to hang on and stunned the unsuspecting witch unconscious so she could get back to talking with Phil.

When the suits arrived and took care of the unconscious witch Phil pointed out, he fought against every instinct in him to drag her back to S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters in favor of letting her explain herself to him. And after she did, he explained himself to her.

When their stories were laid out in the open, Harley laughed until she cried while also proclaiming she was in love with a mad man. Phil had laughed, too, until he heard those three words and then kissed her senseless.

The rest was pretty much history though they did keep their marriage secret from S.H.I.E.L.D for Harley's benefit and he a secret from everyone in the Wizarding realm who wasn't a Weasley. Especially his job description. Not one Weasley knew his true job title.

"Hello," Audrey drawls, fingers snapping in front of Harley's face. "Earth to Harley," she grins when she sees Harley blink out of her thoughts. "We lost you there for a minute. Where'd you go off to," she giggles.

Harley flushes in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact as she clears her throat. "You mentioned Phil," she shrugs as if it were a no brainer. "Where do you think my mind went to?"

The women all giggle mischievously at her words and Molly smiles warmly but it doesn't deter Audrey. "So. Kids? Yay or nay?"

Harley's eyes sparkle in amusement, her stomach clenching in excitement but now is not the time to tell them. At least not before she can tell Phil. "Soon," she chooses to say instead, no-one catching the twinkle in her eyes except for Molly.

Instead of calling her out on it, Molly decides to steer the conversation back to Phil. "When does that dear husband of yours come home? He's been gone a for a long time now, hasn't he?"

"A little over a month." Harley admits, her smile now faltering and the surrounding women immediately know to drop the discussion right away and head for safer topics.

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Dinner comes and passes, the giant makeshift family laughing and having a good time in general as they scarf down many servings of pot roast, potatoes, and various side dishes.

As the night starts to wind down, a brief yawn from Hermione has Ron packing up their belongings and saying their goodbyes so he can get his wife to bed. Hermione had rolled her eyes at Ron's protectiveness but took it in stride and bid farewell before flooing home alongside her husband.

The rest of the family sticks around so the kids can play but as soon as one of the youngster's yawned, it set off a chain reaction with the others. The adults had laughed, gathered their children and belongings before bidding farewell, and floo'd back to their respective homes.

The only ones who had stayed behind were Harley, Ginny, and Dean- the two females helping Molly get the kitchen back under control and squeaky clean once more while Dean sat and had one last drink with Mr. Weasley in the sitting room.

Harley and Ginny are doing the dishes the muggle way- one washing while the other dried- when Dean pops his head into the kitchen and asks if Ginny's ready to go. She smiles sheepishly at Harley and Harley merely hugs the witch before shooing her off to finish the dishes on her own.

Soon enough, it's just Molly and Harley in the kitchen finishing up the aftermath of family dinner. While Molly relies on her magic to get things done, Harley is back and forth between using her own magic and doing the cleaning the muggle way. And it's when Harley's putting away the dishes in the cabinets that Molly catches her off guard.

"How far along are you, dear?"

The plate in Harley's hand slips and shatters on the floor, said witch whirling around to face Molly with wide-eyes. Smiling fondly at the younger witch, Molly flicks her wand and repairs the plate before sending it up to the cabinet Harley had been aiming for. "H-how did you know," Harley manages to mutter quietly.

Molly's smile becomes quite toothy as she gestures for Harley to take a seat. "When Audrey mentioned children earlier this evening, I noticed the glint you got in your eyes," the elder witch admits. "You answered soon but the way you said it suggested that you actually meant soon soon and not future soon." Harley blushes at the witch's detection skills. "And when we served ourselves dinner, you ate a little more than you usually do and now that I look," Molly squints her eyes playfully as she sweeps her gaze up and down the witch's frame. "You actually have a glow about you, dear."

Harley hangs her head in shame for not being able to have kept it a secret longer than she's already have, and before Molly can feel ashamed of herself for outing the one she always looked after as a daughter, Harley's tinkling laugh reaches her ears. "I can't believe you've figured it out before I've told my husband." The beaming smile she directs at Molly has the Matriarch of the Weasley clan beaming right back. "But don't say anything," Harley is quick to tell her. "I need to tell Phil first and then plan on telling the rest of the bunch."

"O-of course," Molly assures her as her gaze falls to Harley's still flat abdomen. "I won't tell a soul."

Harley laughs in relief, suddenly rushing forward when Molly opens her arms up for a hug. The witches hug tightly, Harley tearing up in Molly's embrace before she finally mutters the answer to Molly's question. "I'm a little over a month now."

Against all odds, Molly manages to squeeze Harley just a bit more before bringing the witch out of the hug and giving her blessings. "Congratulations, dear!"

"Thank- ahhh," Harley grunts in pain, her left hand flying up and clutching at her chest. She stumbles back in pain and shock, eyes wide as she doubles over and sobs before falling onto her bum on the kitchen floor.

Arthur rushes in, wand raised and finds his wife staring down at the source of the commotion. "What's happened," he asks over Harley's anguished cries.

"I- I don't know," Molly admits, moving forward to help Harley up. "She was fine and then she- she.."

Harley clutches Molly's hand, allowing the Weasley woman to help her up. Head snapping up- wide, glossy emerald eyes lock on to the Weasley Matriarch. "Phillip," she breathes out before disapparating with a crack.

Phil Coulson sits slumped against the wall with a gaping wound in his chest where he had just been stabbed by a magical spear, blood suddenly leaking from the corner of his mouth. He knew it was only a matter of time before his time came but of all the things to off him, it had to be a Norse God whose specialty was magic. His wife was going to beat him senseless in the afterlife.

As his eyes stare blankly ahead where he had to watch Thor plummet to his possible death, he focuses on the Director who looks quite crestfallen before he crouches before him. "I'm sorry, Boss," Phil manages to say. "The God rabbited."

"Just stay awake. Eyes on me," the bald dark-skinned man instantly replies.

With a sad smile, Phil gulps. "No. I'm clocking out here."

"Not an option."

"It's okay, Boss. This was never gonna work-"

"Bollocks," a British lilt snaps, the voice like music to Phil's ears though he recognizes the fire behind her accent. She's pissed.

He watches in numb amusement as Director Fury whirls around, body tense at what he suspects is possibly another threat. His wife is standing there with the familiar oddly decorative cloak clasped around her neck, the shimmering cloth hanging open around her frame. A well worn leather jacket and pants cover his wife's skin- the oddly roughed up leather letting him know that she's in her dragon-hide battle gear especially if her knee-high boots are anything to go by.

Fiery red locks are plaited in a loose plait, bangs loose enough on one side to cover her infamous scar, and he can see her hand in a white-knuckled grip around a familiar fifteen inch elder wood wand.

Phil catches her gaze, the fire from her voice making her emerald eyes blaze but once she catches sight of him, he sees her features crumple with grief. Harley takes a step forward only to freeze when Director Fury reaches for his holstered weapon but before he can free it, Phil reaches forward and yanks on the tail of his boss' leather trench coat. Harley takes that moment of distraction when the dark-skinned man looks down at his Agent and strides forward, a sob tearing through her throat as the tears instantly fall. Within seconds, his wife is on her knees next to him and gently reaching up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"S'kay. Wife," Phil mutters tiredly towards the Director, eyes meeting his wary boss. "My wife. Harley. Harley.. my boss," he lazily introduces them.

Harley chances the eye-patch wearing bloke a look before focusing on her husband who's blinking rather slowly now. "Come on, love. Keep your eyes open," she sniffles, her hands moving to his chest, pressing his jacket against the bloodied wound that's easily visible.

"S'tired," Phil slurs.

"I know. I know," she cries.

Fury watches the scene unfold right before his eyes- the man being shocked more than pissed that his Agent kept his marriage a secret- and watches as the red-head suddenly sits up straight. Tears still fall down her face but her hands move from Phil's body and disappear beneath the cloak for something on her persons. When her hands resurface from beneath the odd cloth, she's holding a small tube of shimmering yellow liquid.

"Drink. Drink this," she mutters while quickly uncorking the bottle and sloppily tipping it's contents down his throat.

Knowing that Phil needs medical here asap and not wanting to take his eyes off Phil's supposed wife, Director Fury takes a few steps back while clicking his comm online to speak to those listening. "Agent Coulson is down."

"Paramedics are on the way," an unknown Agent replies.

Fury remains quiet, the sniffles of Mrs. Coulson echoing around the room. "It's going to be okay, love. It's going to be okay," she says, her hand reaching up to cup her husband's cheek.

Fury averts his gaze from the rather intimate moment just as the rushing footsteps of the incoming paramedics sound. Moments later, the group of medical assistants are there and are pushing Mrs. Coulson aside so they can tend to Phil.

Before Harley is pushed out of view, Phil musters up one last, "I love you", and his eyes slide closed.

Not wanting to keep the other Agents in the dark, Fury informs everyone who has a comm that the paramedics have arrived. "They're here."

Harley's sudden wail of grief has her magic spiking and the several glass windows and doors that are nearby shatter under the magic's backlash. Lights flicker on and off, and the paramedics pause in their work when they have no idea what's going on. Fury figures it out rather quickly and barks out orders for them to get back to work. While the paramedics rip open Phil's shirt and jacket to get to the wound, only to have everyone start yelling and start with CPR, he marches up to Harley and claps his hands down on her shoulders.

"What are you," he demands hotly, not caring at the moment that her husband is possibly dying in front of them.

Wires are hooked up to Phil, paddles are charged, and Fury isn't surprised when Harley turns her head and flinches when she hears the word, "Clear!"

"I'm a witch," she manages to murmur just loud enough for Fury to hear when she sees that his glare isn't letting up. "A good witch," she then clarifies and wipes away her tears.

The lights suddenly stop their flickering and remain on.

"Clear!"

Harley flinches at the thump her husband's body makes after arching from the shock and then falling flat. "Did Agent Coulson know," Fury questions.

"Yes."

"Clear!"

Another flinch. Another thump. And now silence.

Harley refuses to look Phil's way or even up at the Director who still has hold of her, and nearly collapses right there when Fury speaks once more over his comm. "They called it." Harley's body starts to shake with silent sobs as Fury then looks over her head at the paramedics. "Clean him up. Place Agent Coulson in a temperature controlled room. I'll- we'll figure out what to do later."

The paramedics make quick work of cleaning up and Fury doesn't move from where he has Mrs. Coulson. The moment Phil's body is loaded up on a stretcher and moved, he takes a step back from the self proclaimed witch. "Come along," he tells her. "There's something I must do for the greater good and I would hope you go along with it. Am I understood?"

Harley works on getting herself under control after bristling from Fury's words, eventually nodding along. Her husband's words float back to her, everything about Fury and how he's a lenient man if you're innocent and do as he says without question, and she isn't surprised when he already has a question for her though it wasn't one she expected.

"How long were you married?"

She swallows the lump in her throat, unclasping her cloak from around her neck and drapes it over her arm, forcing her magic to lay dormant for the time being. "We just celebrated five years."

"I'm sorry," Fury suddenly gives his condolences which finally makes Harley meet his gaze. "Follow me," he says before turning and leading the way out of the room.

The duo make quite the pair out in the halls, Harley smothering a grin when she sees Agents scuttle out of their way. They make a quick stop by a locker room, Fury letting her enter before him and Harley can't help the choked off gasp when she sees the Director rummage through her husband's locker.

She also can't help the second gasp she emits when she sees her husband's most prized possession- his Captain America trading cards- being pulled free from the safety of his locker, and she definitely can't help the outraged gasp when Fury starts dabbing blood on said cards.

"Like I said," Fury tells her. "The greater good."

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After being explained the plan, Harley soon finds herself seated at a large glass table with two men sitting across from her with varying looks of curiosity and worry.

The moment Fury had stepped on deck with her, Agent Hill immediately asked who the newcomer was only to have the Director ignore her in favor of pulling out a seat for Harley to take a seat. When Agent Hill took that as a dismissal, she stood a few feet away though she kept her attention on the Director and their guest.

Tony Stark and Steve Rogers had come forward moments later, taking seats as well across from Harley. Of course, Harley knew all about them including their code names but she figured if she said so that they'd probably consider her a threat since they knew nothing of her. When Tony and Steve asked the same as Maria about who Harley was, Fury ignores them in favor of pulling a stack of cards out of his inner jacket.

"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket," he says right before he throws them across the table. That immediately shuts everyone up- Tony, Steve, Harley, and Hill all gazing at the scattered bloodied cards before Stark and Rogers avert their gaze in shame. "Guess he never did get you to sign them," he directs towards Steve.

Harley's gaze follow the cards, knowing full well what a low blow it is to Captain America. "We're dead in the air people," Fury continues. "Our communications, the location of the cube, Banner, Thor.. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye," the Director rambles on, laying it on thick for Stark and Rogers' benefit. "Maybe I had that coming."

Harley tries her best to not glare at Fury because while she knew he was going to do this, it's just gone too far now. Frowning, she watches as Steve continues to look at the bloodied cards while picking one up and staring at it. "Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the tesserect. I never put all my chips on that number though because I was playing something even riskier," Fury admits. He pauses and lets his gaze linger on an obvious angered Stark. "There was an idea- Stark knows this- called the Avenger Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more- see if they could work together when we needed them to fight the battles that we never could." Another pause and just even more time for Stark to stew in his anger. "Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea. In heroes."

Ultimate low blow accomplished.

Tony Stark apparently thought the same thing if his suddenly pushed back chair and angrily climbing to his feet, and stomping out of the room, was anything to go by.

"Well," Fury continues with a sigh for Rogers who was still seated. "It was an old-fashioned notion."

Steve frowns as he too climbs to his feet before walking away in a huff.

Harley watches Steve go, watching which hall he takes so she can find him and possibly Tony as soon as she's done with the Director.

Deeming the time right, Harley stands and gathers up her cloak from where it had sat on the chair beside her. Unfolding it and clasping it around her neck once more, she picks up it's hood to sit atop her head before facing Fury and holding out a vial of shimmering silver liquid.

"When we win your war, give Phillip this." Fury raises his eyebrow at her, taking the vial and studying it with his gaze. "You had an agenda to get your precious Avengers together and I had mine. Phillip had a very serious wound and I needed to make it seem as if his heart stopped beating so he could properly heal. That was done with the potion I'm sure you saw me give him. This one," she nods towards the one in Fury's hand. "This one will wake him up."

Fury glances at the vial in his hand once more, immediately pocketing it on the inside of his coat. "You have my word. I'll give it to him when you've won."

Nodding, Harley briefly smirks before letting her hood fall to cover her face and isn't let down when Fury's one eye widens as she disappears from view. She takes a moment to watch him look at one of his Agent's in shock- Agent Hill immediately going for her weapon as her gaze darts all around the room only for Fury to tell her to stand down. He'd explain it to her in a moment.

Turning on her heel, she marches towards the hall that she last saw Stark and Rogers disappear down, her secret about to come out to yet two more muggles.

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When Harley finally finds Tony and Steve, the men are back in the room where Phil had been gravely injured- both staring at everything and nothing all at the same time.

"Was he married," Steve asks out of the blue.

"No," Tony answers and Harley smirks from underneath her cloak. "There was a, uh, a-"

"Actually," Harley decides to make her presence known, slipping off her cloak and draping it over her arm. "He was married."

Whirling around, Tony narrows his eyes at the intruding redhead. "Excuse me but who the hell are you?" Harley raises an eyebrow in amusement and Tony glowers. "You know what, nevermind. This is a private conversation. You need to leave."

Fighting off a grin, Harley steps further into the room instead of leaving. "My name is Harley, Mr. Stark. But you can call me Mrs. Coulson."

The anger immediately vanishes from Tony, Steve gaping as he tries to fix things with Phil Coulson's wife. "I'm sorry. We're sorry," he quickly amends. "Phil seemed like a good man."

Harley flashes a small smile at Steve before looking back at Tony who doesn't know whether he truly believes her or not. Deciding to go with it, Tony's eye twitches in anger. "Your husband was an idiot." Steve groans aloud and Harley simply shrugs. "For taking Loki on alone," he continues.

"He was just doing his job," Steve rushes to cover for Phil while also not trying to anger the wife.

"He was out of his league," Tony scoffs. "He should have waited."

"Agreed," Harley pipes before Steve can argue and now it's finally Tony's turn to gape.

"Sometimes there isn't a way out," Steve finally manages to speak.

"Right," Tony scoffs. "I've heard that before."

Harley watches as the two men talk, the both of them forgetting her presence in their brief moment of anger.

"Is this the first time you lost a soldier?"

"We are not soldiers," Tony whirls around on Steve, his anger highly visible.

"Funny," Harley drawls, gaining their attention once more. "I used to think the same thing when I was only seventeen and thrust into a war myself." Tony and Steve open their mouth to question her but she cuts them off with a wave of her hand. "You lot are obviously pissed off as am I," she tells them. "So what are we going to do about it?"

"With all due respect, ma'am, but we cannot allow civilians to join this fight."

Harley's face hardens, her wand slipping into her hand from her jacket sleeve that has Tony and Steve briefly tensing. Without second guessing herself, she disapparates on spot and reappears standing between Tony and Steve- both of whom who are openly gaping once more. "With all due respect, sir, but I am no ordinary civilian."

After a few moments of shocked silence, Tony finally finds his tongue. "What are you?"

"Someone that can help you," Harley tells him. "Now, are we going to avenge my husband or am I going to have to look for Loki all on my lonesome?"

"H-he needs a power source," Steve stammers just as Tony turns to look at the blood soaked wall where Phil had last been. If they were getting more help, they weren't going to turn it down. "If we can put together a list-"

"He made it personal," Tony suddenly blurts, cutting Steve off.

"That's not the point-"

"That is the point," Tony plows on, brushing passed Steve. "That's Loki's point. He hit us right where we all live. Why?"

He looks frantically between Steve and Harley, Steve coming to the conclusion first. "To tear us apart."

Not quite grasping it yet, Harley walks between the two. "Yeah, divide and conquer is great but-"

She trails off only for Tony to pick up where she left off. "He knows he has to take us out to win, right? That's what he wants. He wants to beat us, he wants to be seen-"

"He wants an audience," Harley mutters as she starts to catch on and Tony nods along with her.

"Right," Steve agrees. "Like his act in Stuttgart."

"Yeah but this is opening night," Tony corrects him. "Loki is a full time diva. He wants flowers, he wants a parade, he wants a monument built to the sky with his name plastered," he trails off, a look of realization crossing his features. "Son of a bitch."

Stark rushes to exit the room but Steve stops him. "Wait, Stark, what's going on?"

"He's at the Tower," he calls out over his shoulder. "My tower. Gather whoever is left."

Steve's eyes widen as he looks at Harley- Harley smiling briefly. "Go. I'll tag along with Stark."

Steve quickly nods and hurries out of the room, and Harley is quick to follow after Stark, her dragon-hide boots thumping along the corridor. When she finally finds him, he's in a work room of sorts fixing his Iron Man mask.

Harley takes a moment to watch as Tony focuses on his work, he fixing everything he needs to before giving her his attention. "So did Coulson know that you weren't exactly ordinary?"

"He knew," Harley fondly smiles. "Just like I know about you, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Hawkeye, and the Black Widow."

"Told you, did he?"

"He did. He talked as if he were a proud Papa at times." Her amusement then falters as she suddenly turns serious. "I won't pretend that we're not in over our heads but I'm not backing down. Loki touched what was mine- what was ours- and I want to let him know that he's not to ever make that mistake again."

"You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"He's my husband, Mr. Stark. What do you think?"

Tony goes back to tinkering with his mask, Harley then letting her gaze wander around. Eyes landing on a dirtied rag, Harley moves to pick it up. "May I?"

Tony looks to see what she's holding and shrugs. "Go ahead. It's just a soiled rag."

"Is it?" Harley smirks as Tony eyes her curiously, her wand slipping into her free hand again. Waving it over the rag, Tony then watches as the oil stains vanish right before his eyes. And with another wave, the rag morphs into a solid deep red eye-cutout mask with a gold string to keep it in place around her head. "Gotta keep some of my identity hidden."

"How did you do that?"

Grinning, Harley slips on the mask, noting that Stark's eyes dart to her scar before darting away. "Magic, Mr. Stark. Magic."

Letting that information sink in, Tony huffs in amusement. "Magic, huh? Magic versus magic. This could work."

Harley's grin widens. "So what's the plan?"

"The main plan is change out my suit. We can also possibly antagonize Loki while we wait for the others to show. Care to join?"

"I thought you'd never ask." From the well worn jacket, Harley produces what appears to be a toothpick from one of it's pockets. Once more with the wave of her wand, the innocent looking toothpick lengthens and enlarges into what appears to be a sleek looking broomstick. "I'll fly beneath my cloak of invisibility. Loki will probably be able to sense my magic but he won't be expecting a wand-wielder and I need to hide myself up until the fight starts. My government won't be too happy I'm outing myself to a city of muggles."

"Government? Muggles?"

"There's a lot you don't know," Harley drawls. "A lot that I promise you will find out once we've handed Loki his arse."

Tony eyes her for another moment before grinning and stepping into his Iron Man suit. "I like the way you think," he says as he allows the Iron Man armor is completely wrap around his body. Gesturing for Harley to follow, Tony smirks "Shall we?"

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Right before they had taken off for Stark Tower, Tony had offered Harley her very own comm to keep in touch with everyone once the fight has started. Harley accepted it but told him that it might not work long because magic and technology didn't mix well, and Tony had shrugged and told her to just put it in her ear anyway.

During the flight to Stark Tower, Harley has a brief moment where she thinks about whether or not she is doing the right thing. She has a baby to think about now but her rage towards a certain Norse God has her judgment seriously clouded and she wants to make him pay by any means necessary for harming her husband.

Before she knows it, she and Stark are hovering near the rooftop of the tower where a man is tinkering with some sort of dangerous looking contraption- Loki standing atop the same building though a level lower as his gaze settles on Tony and smirks arrogantly.

The duo hover for a few more moments, Tony's robotic voice muttering lowly to make sure Harley was still next to him in the air.

"Still here, Mr. Stark," her low voice crackles in his ear via comm link. "What's the plan now that Loki's watching and waiting for you?"

"Same as before only I'm going to see if I can get through to Selvig now. We need to shut him down." Harley hums her agreement and flies closer to the rooftop with Tony, his suit spluttering between staying on and completely failing him. Hovering less than twenty feet over the Doctor, Tony calls down to him. "Shut it down, Dr. Selvig."

The man in question peers up at him and chuckles. "It's too late," he says before looking back at his work. "She can't stop now. She wants to show us something!" The man looks up at Tony again and Harley can't help but think this man looks severely sick with his clammy skin and discolored eyes. "A new universe."

"Okay," Tony drawls, having heard enough.

Aiming his palms outward towards the contraption where a blue cube sits, the repulsors in his palms power up with a buzz. Shooting energy beams at the cube, Tony's blasts collide with a sphere-like shield and before Harley can pull Tony out of the way, the both of them are sent flying back from the backlash of power.

After quickly righting herself in the air and making sure her cloak is still shielding her from view, she rounds on Tony. "You barmy fool! You could have blown my cover."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony grumbles. His gaze lands on Loki and his suit continues to spark and splutter on him. "Time for plan B."

Harley follows his gaze to Loki, watching as the Norse God's expression flicker between smugness and confusion and curiosity.

Tony soon lands on a platform of his building that starts removing his suit and Harley hovers nearby. "I'll just remain outside," she murmurs. "Scream if you need me."

Tony smirks as he walks inside tower, Loki entering the building from the other side. From the outside, Harley watches as the two trade words. Had she been in Stark's place, she knew she'd have fired the first spell so she's quite impressed to watch Tony start pouring himself a drink as if Loki isn't bothering him.

She can hear what's being said inside all because of the little piece of technology in her ear, she becoming wary when she hears about an alien army called the Chitauri being on their way into this universe but Tony doesn't seem too bothered by that. Tony then quickly lists off each individual Avenger and mentions how Loki's pissed each and every one of them off. And Loki- Loki seems a bit childish to her when he mentions that he has an army to help take over Earth but Tony counters that with team Earth having a Hulk on their side.

More words are traded and with each passing second, Loki appears more and more pissed off. Harley tenses as Loki saunters closer to Tony but Tony remains calm so she doesn't intervene. Though when Loki's spear suddenly touches the center of Tony's chest, her hood comes off and she's visible once more- ready to fight.

Nothing seems to happen though with the spear touching Tony and when Tony catches Harley's eye, he shakes his head minutely and she takes that as her cue to stay hidden- that she's not needed yet.

Loki taps the spear to Tony's chest once more and Harley hides herself away. But the moment Harley settles down, Tony makes a jab at Loki and Loki's arm snaps forward- his hand wrapping around Tony's throat. With a simple shove- and before Harley can do anything- Loki tosses Tony out a window to plummet to his death.

"Bugger it all to hell," Harley groans as she does a sudden nose dive on her broom. With her sudden angle and wind whipping at her face, the hood to her cloak falls off and she's grateful for having a mask hiding her identity. "Some plan B you had there, Mr. Stark."

Tony turns his head to the side and manages to smirk. "All part of the plan, doll." And it's then that Harley notices the matching bracelets he's wearing and the lasers seeking out said bracelets. Peering back over her shoulder, she sees his other suit coming for him. "And, please, it's either Tony or Iron Man from now on."

Just as the suit fully wraps around his body, they're less than thirty feet from the ground and shocked civilians before they both easily avoid collision and change direction to fly upward.

Side by side, the duo hover in front of a confused Loki seconds later.

"And there's two other people you pissed off," Tony informs the God via robotic voice. "Phil.. and Phil Coulson's wife."

Loki locks gazes with Harley when Tony gestures to her, raising his scepter to the woman hovering mid-air on a broom. But having been prepared, Harley's quicker with her wand. "Stupefy!"

Loki goes flying back when a beam of red light hits him in the center of his chest. "Nice," Tony chuckles just as Harley lands on the inside of his tower through the broken window.

Loki is quick to gracefully slide back onto his feet, smirking rather cruelly. "Don't get too excited just yet," Harley frowns as she keeps her gaze on the green armor-clad God. "That spell should have left him unconscious. He's stronger than my kind."

As Harley unclasps her cloak and lets it pool at her feet, the building suddenly shakes violently, and Loki's smirk widens.

"Shit," Tony's voice crackles. "The portal's opened. His army is coming through."

"Go," Harley tells him. "I'll keep this prat busy."

With her gaze locked on Loki, Harley doesn't see Tony flee to take care of the incoming aliens.

"A sorceress," Loki finally speaks with a grin. "This should be fun."

"It shall."

Another stupefy leaves the tip of Harley's wand as explosions outside rock the building, and Loki is quick to deflect the red beam of light. "I don't know why you're fighting me, little wand-wielder," he drawls. "You're far more superior than those you've surrounded yourself with." The two circle each other, Loki's words angering Harley more and more. "Join me," he tells her. "We can rule this pathetic realm together."

"I have a husband," Harley sneers. "So bugger off."

Chuckling, Loki shakes his head. "You mean the husband I killed?"

His words are meant to hurt so he's rather surprised when she grins at him. "You don't know who I am, do you?" And at Loki's blank stare, Harley laughs cruelly. "I am Death's Mistress, Loki of Asgard. Did you really think I'd let my husband go so easily?"

Loki's face twist into a snarl, his scepter raising and shooting a blast of energy at Harley but she's quick to tuck and roll out of the way. "I will kill you all one by one." Harley scrambles to her feet, wand at the ready. "And I will save your husband for last so he can watch as the life leaves your eyes before I kill him for good."

Harley pulls her wand back, a reducto on the tip of her tongue but another blast from Loki's scepter is hurled at her. At the last second, Harley screams out, "Protego!", and the scepter's energy collides with her shield. With Loki's magic being far greater than hers, his energy blast colliding with her energy shield is enough to blast her backwards and out a window- her body shattering the glass to a million shards.

Free falling through the air, her body twists and turns as she fights to right herself so she's facing the incoming ground, the harsh wind pulling her hair free from it's plait.

"Harley," Tony's concerned voice sounds in her ear. "Where's your broom?!"

"Somewhere in your building with my cloak," she grunts. "Keep fighting, Tony. I'll be fine." Just as the ground gets closer, Harley grips her wand out in front of her face. "Aresto momentum!"

Her body jerks to a sudden halt a foot above pavement and she has just enough time to drop her wand and brace her arms out in front of her to catch herself as she falls the rest of the way.

Quickly climbing to her feet, Harley snatches up her wand and takes a look around in horrified awe at the destruction happening right before her eyes.

Alien hover crafts fly above her, aliens shooting off blue beams of energy at all the innocent muggles and causing all sorts of destruction. Pieces of burning building are falling down all around her and Harley jumps into action.

"Nice save, Sabrina. That stick of yours is awesome."

Harley rolls her eyes at the nickname Tony's just given her- she knowing all about muggle TV shows- her concentration quickly zeroing in on a pair of aliens that are running amok in the streets. She blasts one of them with a reducto- glad to see it go down- and even more glad when it's partner shoots a blast of energy at her from it's weapon and her protection shield absorbs the hit rather than blast her back again.

"Their energy looks the same as Loki's, Tony, but it's not as strong. I can take these here on the ground. Worry about those flying."

"Good. We've got backup coming so keep an eye out for the Captain and friends. Thor's dealing with his brother atop the building."

As Tony flies above taking out aliens, Harley remains on ground picking off aliens of her own. Muggles watch on with terror in their eyes- quickly sobbing their thanks when Harley manages to keep them safe. As Harley is helping a family stuck in a cab, a new voice over the comm link has Harley faltering. "Stark, we're on your three- heading northeast."

"What, did you stop for drive-thru," he asks incredulously. Harley laughs at the voices in her ear, shooting off a bombarda at one of the nearby hover crafts and watches in glee as it goes down. "Swing up park. I'm gonna lay them out for you," Tony tells the female that had addressed him. "And, by the way, we have an ally on the ground. You'll know her when you see her. Red hair and lightning bolt scar on her forehead."

Rolling her eyes, Harley taps her comm. "And here I thought you were a gentleman for not mentioning the scar."

Tony laughs over the comm and the line goes silent.

Harley soon spots a large black flying object- the object looking familiar to a jet that the muggles produce for their government but not exactly. This one looks more threatening in a way.

As she continues to watch the jet while simultaneously blasting aliens away from her, she notices the jet fire at the top of Stark's building where she last saw Loki, and Loki is quick to return fire. The jet gets hit by Loki's blast of energy, an engine on one side being set ablaze as the jet continues to hover in air before beginning it's descent.

Apparating block to block, Harley keeps the jet in her sight as it crash lands, keeping her wand ready as she sprints towards the now opening door. Captain America is the first to appear, the Black Widow and Hawkeye hot on his heels- she only recognizing them because Phil had let her take his memories to view.

When the three of them spot Harley, the two newcomers hang back and Steve greets her. "You're bleeding," he blurts as he wipes at her hairline."

"Huh. I guess I am," she shrugs. "Loki blasted me out a window."

Steve frowns but it's Hawkeye who speaks up. "And you lived to tell the tale?"

"I am a woman of many talents, Agent Barton," she winks.

Clint's face closes off and the Black Widow takes a protective and defensive stance. "How do you know his name?"

Eyes sliding to the Black Widow, Harley smiles kindly. "My husband and I kept no secrets from one another, Agent Romanova."

Natasha's eyebrow twitches at being addressed by her name- a name in which not many knew- but says nothing. Even though the city is in chaos, they can't help but stare warily at Harley and Clint finally scoffs. "Who's your husband? Fury?"

Steve immediately looks away, keeping an eye on their surroundings and listens to see if Harley is going to tell them. After all, the two assassins were the closest to Phil.

Smiling sadly, Harley meets Clint's gaze. "Close but no. It's actually Coulson. My name is Harley Coulson."

The surprised shock doesn't last long, Steve suddenly shouting for them to get down- Harley, Clint, and Natasha immediately crouching.

"Petrificus totalus!"

The three Avengers watch as the incoming alien freezes and suddenly drops, all three of them shifting to stare at the oddly shaped stick Harley is pointing in the alien's direction mid-crouch. "It's not dead," she informs them, standing straight. "It's only frozen so one of you has to deliver the killing blow."

The Black Widow and Hawkeye look to the Captain, Steve nodding and Natasha strides over to the frozen alien, shooting it point blank in it's face. As they turn back to Harley, they see her fidgeting with her jacket before groaning and unzipping it, throwing it in the back of their jet which only leaves her in an oddly attractive black type of corset with many buckles.

Old scars- some faint and some dark- litter the woman's arms but before any of them can question her about them or what the hell just happened that she froze an alien with a stick, Steve shakes his head clear and points upward. "We have to get back up there."

Not two seconds after those words leave Captain America's mouth does an earth rumbling roar make all four of them freeze and look up. Through the portal not only comes hundreds of more aliens on hovercrafts but now what could only be described as an alien whale glides through it as well.

As the whale of an alien destroys more buildings and monuments, the four-some watch as it glides over their heads and even more aliens leap from the sides of it.

Horrified screams fill the air as the aliens enter buildings through the windows. "Stark, you seeing this," Steve asks in awe.

"Seeing. Still.. working on believing."

"Eh, s'not so bad," Harley mutters as she watches the whale wreak havoc. "It's only a bit bigger than a dragon."

Steve, Clint, and Natasha turn disbelieving eyes on her. "Did she just say- nevermind," Tony's voice crackles. "Where's Banner? Did he show up yet?"

"Banner?"

"Just keep me posted."

As soon as Tony's voice ceases, aliens attack the group on the ground.

Steve's quick to use his shield to block energy blasts, Natasha is instantly firing her firearms and dropping aliens left and right, Clint is firing arrow after arrow into leaping aliens, and Harley is firing bombarda after bombarda to blow apart the enemy.

It was a simple mistake on Natasha's part- the Black Widow actually leaving her back vulnerable for a second too long- that has Harley casting a protego at the Black Widow's back to intercept an energy blast from an alien. The resounding sound of energies clashing has the Black Widow whirling around- she seeing the shimmering shield protecting her and nodding her thanks to Harley when she realizes who helped her out.

"We need to find shelter," Steve yells.

The other three agree- Harley leading the way through abandoned and overturned vehicles before finding shelter beside a yellow taxi.

"We've got civilians trapped-" Hawkeye informs them before an alien hovercraft zooms over them with a very familiar Norse God driving it- making him trail off as they follow the hovercrafts path.

"Loki," Harley practically growls as they watch him destroy anything and everything in sight.

"They're fish in a barrel down there," Steve frowns.

An energy blast shatters the glass near Steve's head, Natasha immediately standing to her feet and firing off a few rounds. Hawkeye runs to a nearby overturned vehicle to get a better view of the incoming aliens that have spotted them, he frowning when three more leap down from a building and stare at their hiding spot.

"We got this," the Black Widow informs Captain America. "Go."

"You think you can hold them off?"

Captain America glances between Natasha, Harley, and Clint- all three grinning mischievously.

"Captain," Hawkeye preps an arrow. "It'd be my genuine pleasure." He reaches behind his back for an arrow, Harley watching in awe as Hawkeye notches the arrow and lets it fly directly into an incoming alien's eye socket.

Energy blasts pass right by Clint's head, and Harley freaks out a for a second and casts a protego in front of him even though he doesn't need it. Seeing they can handle themselves, Captain America leaps off the overpass they're on, and the Black Widow and Harley nod at one another before leaping to their feet and firing at the enemy.

Hawkeye is the first to see the bus of innocent civilians- he gesturing for his two female companions to help. Natasha keeps watch as Clint starts pulling civilians through a window on the bus, Harley throwing up protection shields for the crying children when energy blasts get too close for comfort.

The bus is soon empty, Clint and Harley running to help Natasha. "Just like Budapest all over again," the Black Widow yells just as Clint looses an arrow into the enemy.

"You and I remember Budapest very differently."

Harley chuckles at them- reminding the two assassins of her presence though she doesn't know how they could forget her presence seeing as she's screaming out reducto's and bombarda's, and causing explosions of her own.

"So, Harley, right?" Said female briefly looks over her shoulder at Clint and nods. "Mind me asking what exactly are you?"

"Bombarda maxima!" Harley's sudden shriek and point of her wand suddenly blows apart an entire group of incoming aliens. With their brief break in the fight, Clint and Natasha both stare at her. Harley smirks suddenly, turning on her heel, and disapparates only to reappear on Natasha's other side. "I'm a witch."

Both assassins blink owlishly at her answer.

"And Coulson knew," Clint finally asks after a beat of silence, looking as if he doesn't quite believe her.

"He's known for years," Harley smiles.

"Mhm," Natasha hums. "Aren't you a little young?"

Shrugging, Harley casts a look around before answering. "Probably but I'm pretty stubborn when I set my mind to something."

The three grow a little too comfortable in their mini break- none of them catching the approaching alien until it's too late. The powering up of the weapon finally catches their attention though, Harley turning in time only to receive a blast of energy to her left shoulder.

Hollering in pain and surprise, Harley stumbles back only for Natasha to catch her. Hawkeye jumps forward between them, using his bow to trip up the alien and reaches back for an arrow to quickly stab the alien with when it's lying flat on it's back.

The Black Widow is quick to settle Harley on the ground, leaping on a car's hood and pushing herself to jump on the back neck of an unsuspecting alien to take it out.

As the two fight, Harley presses her hand to her injured shoulder, hissing in pain and when she pulls her hand away, it's covered in blood. Looking up, she finds Natasha with an alien's weapon in hand, firing at other aliens as Clint fires arrow after arrow. And just as she's getting to her feet, Captain America jumps back into the fight with them.

An aliens is sneaking up on the three fighting Avengers but before Harley can raise her wand, lightning strikes down the aliens surrounding them and Thor lands before her. Harley knows who he is so she nods her greeting and thanks but Thor doesn't know her. Before he can ask, though, Steve speaks.

"What's the story upstairs?"

Natasha and Clint take the moment to take a breather, Clint checking Harley's shoulder before she waves him away with a tired chuckle.

"The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable."

"Thor's right," Tony adds in via comm. "We gotta deal with these guys."

"How do we do this," Natasha pants as she eyes the aliens flying all over the place.

"As a team," Captain America orders.

"I have unfinished business with Loki," Thor is quick to inform him.

And from where he's counting arrows, Clint looks up. "Yeah? Get in line."

Harley snorts and nods, and Steve frowns at them. "Save it. Loki's gonna keep this fight focused on us and that's what we need. Without him, these things can run wild." Harley, the Black Widow, Thor, and Hawkeye watch as the Captain- their Captain- reassess the situation. "We got Stark up top. He's gonna need us-"

The Captain cuts off as a spluttering engine gets louder and closer to them before finally cutting off, a rugged middle-aged man climbing off of a beat up motorcycle. Harley watches him warily before the team approach him- she soon realizing that this is Doctor Banner.

"So this all seems horrible," he says as he gestures to the chaos around them.

"I've seen worse," Natasha mumbles to which Banner apologizes. "No," she suddenly fights off a grin. "We could use a little worse."

Doctor Banner smiles in relief, his gaze sliding to Harley who's twirling her wand in hand. "Who's this?"

Stepping forward, the person in question extends her hand. "Harley Coulson- Phil's wife and witch."

Bruce's eyebrows disappear in his hairline, Steve then informing Tony of Bruce's arrival.

"Tell him to suit up," Tony says. "I'm bringing the party to you."

Iron Man appears from around the corner of a building, the angered roar of the alien whale trailing him before the team sees the alien itself appear. They all take a step back, Thor growling and adjusting his grip on his hammer.

"I- I don't see how that's a party."

Harley laughs at Natasha's words, gripping her wand tightly as she prepares for the fight, her gaze set on the incoming threat. "Just like a dragon," she mumbles to herself.

Iron Man zooms overhead, stopping and flying back to hover over the gathered team as Doctor Banner starts to walk towards the incoming whale.

"Doctor Banner," Steve calls out. "Now might be a really good time to get angry."

"That's my secret, Captain," Banner says calmly over his shoulder. "I'm always angry."

Harley tenses as the alien whale gets even closer but soon relaxes the second she watches Doctor Banner morph into the giant green rage monster better known as Hulk. His green fist slams into the whale's face, the alien whale turning tail over head when Tony takes the opportunity to fire a missile into it's exposed underbelly.

That ended up being a brilliant plan up until the whole thing explodes and everyone is left scrambling for cover. But before the explosion of fire can reach the team, a dome of water surrounds them and they're left to watch in awe as the flames fizzle out above them.

When the alien of a whale collapses on the other side of them, they all watch as the water recedes and follow it's disappearance into Harley's wand. And before any of them can comment, the angered screams of the aliens clinging to buildings reach their ears.

The hulk roars back, Hawkeye notches an arrow, Thor twirls Mjölnir, the Black Widow discards the empty cartridge of her gun before prepping a new one, Captain America gets a better grip on his shield, Iron Man lands on the ground, and Harley wipes the sweat from her brow.

All grouped together- the seven of them make one hell of a dream team.

As they stand back to back- Harley suddenly sways and she feels weakened. Her free hand immediately lays flat against her stomach, her brows pulling together in worry, and when she looks up to take in her surroundings she finds Clint frowning at her. Before either can say anything, Natasha's voice breaks them out of their staring contest. "Guys?"

They see Natasha's gaze staring upward, everyone following her gaze only to see alien whale after alien whale after alien whale exit the portal into their universe.

"Call it, Captain."

Instantaneously, Steve takes the lead with Stark's blessing. "Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there, we're gonna use containment." Everyone shifts and readies themselves, waiting for their order. "Barton, I want you on that roof- eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays." Clint nods and Steve turns to a hovering Tony. "Stark- you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn back or you turn it to ash."

Tony nods and Clint looks to him to ask, "You wanna give me a lift?"

And Tony agrees. "Right. Better clench up, Legolas."

Tony grips the back of Clint's vest, flying off with him to drop him off on the rooftop Captain America wanted him on. "Thor," Steve gains the Asgardian's attention. "You gotta try and bottleneck that portal- slow them down. You got the lightning- light the bastards up."

Thor accepts his order and quickly flies off- leaving Natasha, Harley, and Hulk with the Captain.

Turning to Natasha, Steve addresses her next. "You, Harley, and I- we stay here on the ground. Keep the fighting here." Natasha and Harley readily accept. "And Hulk?" The hulk growls before glancing down at Steve. "Smash!"

The hulk actually grins before nodding and jumping high only to latch onto the side of a building while simultaneously crushing aliens.

As Harley and her two Avengers start fighting once more- Clint's in their ear and calling out strays to Iron Man while also giving him some advice.

Turns out trying to dodge falling burning debris and alien body pieces while continuing to fight for your life isn't as easy as they seemed. One moment, Harley, Natasha, and Steve are working together brilliantly and the next, Harley and Steve are dodging a rather large chunk of falling building when Natasha gets ambushed.

Watching the Black Widow being slammed on the hood of a car makes Harley flinch but the assassin makes quick work of disposing her opponent with some type of gadget on her wrist that electrocutes the alien. With the alien being shocked, Natasha quickly grasps it's weapon and shoots the alien dead before whirling around on instinct when Steve suddenly leaps behind her.

Once the Black Widow recognizes him and relaxes- Harley, Steve, and Natasha are left bloodied and panting. "Captain, none of this is gonna mean a damn thing if we don't close that portal."

Steve and Harley follow Natasha's gaze to said portal, the two of them having realized what the Black Widow was saying. Even as they killed aliens flying above and those wreaking havoc on the ground, more continued to pour in through the portal.

"Our biggest guns couldn't touch it," Steve grunts.

"And my magic will only make it worse," Harley mutters.

"Maybe it's not about guns or magic," Natasha realizes before looking to her two companions and then back at the portal.

Steve looks between Natasha and the portal, realizing her where her train of thought is heading and shrugs. "If you wanna get up there, you're gonna need a ride."

Natasha looks up at the zooming hovercrafts, throwing down the alien weapon she had still been holding. "I got a ride." Steve follows her gaze upward and frowns. "I could use a boost though."

As Natasha puts some space between herself and Steve, Harley realizes what the Black Widow means to do.

"You sure about this," Steve asks for a final time.

And no. Natasha didn't look sure about it but it didn't stop her from stating otherwise. Just as she moves to get a running leap, Harley stops her. "No, no, no. You're not doing this."

"Harley," Steve mumbles as Natasha looks slightly annoyed at being stopped. "We need-"

"I know what we need," she cuts him off. "But Agent Romanova is not catapulting herself onto a foreign alien spacecraft that she may or may not be able to control. If you need a lift," she then addresses her fellow redhead. "I'll give it to you."

"Yeah," Natasha shakes her head. "I'm not teleporting."

Instead of correcting the assassin about proper terminology , Harley smiles innocently. "Who said anything about teleporting? Accio firebolt!"

Natasha and Steve watch as Harley holds her free hand up in the air, waiting for something to happen but when nothing does, Natasha sighs. "We're wasting time."

"Just wait for it," Harley continues to smile. "Just a few.. more.. seconds." And as predicted, her firebolt slams into her palm. Wrapping her fingers around it, Harley is quick to lower it and swing one leg over it while laughing at Natasha's dumbstruck expression. "Well, hop on."

Natasha eyes the broom warily and presses her lips in a thin line. "Are you serious?"

"Very."

Steve chuckles as Natasha moves to straddle the broom behind Harley, tentatively wrapping her arms around the witch's waist. "Okay, now it's a bit easier to accept that you're a witch," he concedes.

Eyes sliding to Steve, Harley smirks. "And to think I haven't even pulled out my cauldron."

Steve's smile falters and Harley zooms off with the Black Widow clinging to her waist. Since Harley figured Natasha meant to get to the portal, she flies for Stark Tower but the flying aliens prove to be an obstacle for them.

Flying with one hand, Harley grips her wand tightly in the other and clears a path for them. "So, this is real," Natasha grunts from behind her. "I'm flying on a broomstick."

"You're fighting in the middle of aliens, alien whales, and Norse Gods," Harley laughs. "Is it that hard to believe witches and flying broomsticks exist?"

Without waiting for the Widow's reply, Harley makes a sharp left when she realizes they have a tail of aliens. She manages to get rid of two but another one remains.

"Right," Natasha suddenly shouts and Harley doesn't think twice about barrel rolling to the right just as an energy blast zooms passed them.

As Harley looks back at the aliens who fired at them, she watches as Iron Man flies up behind them and blast them apart. "Thank you, Stark."

"Got your back, Coulson."

Harley nods at him, the two quickly parting ways. She heads back for the Tower since the aliens kept turning them away only to earn yet another tail. Natasha yells for her to roll again as she grips Harley tighter, the witch following orders right away. They work great together with Harley clearing a path in front of them and Natasha calling out commands from the back to keep them out of harm's way.

"Crap," Natasha suddenly groans. "Loki's just joined our tail." Harley briefly glances over her shoulder and glares at the arrogant smirk etched on the God's face. "Hawkeye?!"

Harley makes a sharp right in hopes of losing Loki but no such luck.

"Nat, what are you doing?"

"Uh, a little help," she says instead of answering him.

"You ladies are crazy," Clint chuckles. "I got him."

Harley zooms passed Hawkeye on the roof, seeing him let loose an arrow at Loki. She doesn't see whether or not it hits it's target but Natasha's aggravated sigh lets her know things didn't go as planned. A second later though, an explosion sounds right behind them and Natasha chuckles.

Peering over her shoulder, Harley watches as Loki's flung onto Stark Tower. Seeing as he's on the lower level of where they need to be, Harley cautiously lands them atop the roof and next to all sorts of technology and the beam of energy that's keeping the portal open.

Harley hears an angry roar, peering down only to see the Hulk land where Loki last stood and attacks. She can hear yelling and growling, and noises that don't sound too pleasant for the Norse God. When all noises cease, she turns back to Natasha and catches the tail end of her conversation with Doctor Selvig- who looks to be more himself than earlier- just as he confirms there's a way to safely shut down the portal.

All they need is Loki's scepter which is about three floor levels below them.

Catching Natasha's determined gaze, Haley nods and brandishes her wand. "Accio scepter."

The scepter flies into Harley's awaiting hand, Harley smiling at a gaping Selvig before passing the scepter over to Natasha.

As Selvig gets himself together and explains to Natasha where to stick the scepter, Harley watches horrified as numerous alien hovercrafts gather together and fire all at once at a particular spot. Hearing the angered roar come from that direction, her gut clenches when she realizes they've ganged up on Bruce.

"Natasha, hurry," she pleads.

The Black Widow looks up at being addressed by her first name and nods. Harley watches as the scepter penetrates the force field around the cube, Natasha struggling to keep pushing it further in. "I can close it. Can anybody copy? I can shut the portal down."

"Do it!" Harley hears Steve's voice over the comm link.

"No, wait," Tony stops them.

"Stark, these things are still coming!"

"I got a nuke coming in. It's gonna blow in less than a minute." Natasha and Harley share a worried look at Stark's words, and Natasha freezes with the scepter in hand. "And I know just where to put it."

"Stark, you know that's a one way trip." Again, Harley looks horrified but this time being at Steve's words. Tony had oddly grew on her in the short amount of time that she knew him.

Tony doesn't reply and Harley chews on her bottom lip worriedly. She watches as Iron Man nears with the nuke on his back, flying upward at the last second before could hit his tower and disappears into the portal.

Seconds slowly pass by and there's still no reappearance of Iron Man. "Don't be a dunderhead, Tony," Harley mutters as she keeps her gaze locked on the portal.

The alien whales flying about the city suddenly drop from the sky and Harley knows they've just succeeded in winning this fight. Her gaze turns back to the portal but there's still no Tony.

"Close it," Steve sadly demands after a few moments of hesitation.

Natasha and Harley share one last look before Natasha pushes the scepter through, the beam of energy disappearing and the portal starts slowly closing. Harley's eyes get watery but before the portal can fully close, a lone figure falls through.

Red and gold glint in the sun, and Harley gives off a choked sob as she beams at Natasha before looking back up at Tony's falling figure. And slowly, her smile falls. "He's not stopping. Natasha, he's not stopping!"

Harley grips her wand, ready to cast a spell to aid Tony when the Hulk leaps out of nowhere and catches Tony mid-fall. Harley slumps in relief at the edge of the building, laughing hysterically now that it's finally over. "Did we just win? It's actually over?!"

"Yes and not exactly," Natasha pants as she walks over to Harley and kneels down. "We still have Loki to deal with." Harley quickly sobers up and Natasha sighs in understanding. "Go retrieve, Clint, will you? Bring him up here and I'll call for the others." Harley nods and as she climbs to her feet, a wave of nausea passes over her. She freezes, sways, and takes in a big gulp of air before shakily releasing it. "You okay," Natasha asks as she reaches out to steady to Harley.

"Mhm. I'm good," she shakily grins. "I'll just go get Agent Barton."

And before Natasha can say anything, Harley straddles her broom and flies off. She lazily flies over buildings, peering down at all the destruction and letting the fresh air higher up soothe her before finding Clint lounging atop a rooftop. As she nears him, she sees him stand straighter as he drinks from a plastic water bottle.

Landing, Harley stumbles and before Clint can greet her, she's emptying her stomach's contents. Dry heaving a moment later, Harley feels pressure at her back. "Morning sickness finally catching up?" She whirls around in shock, eyes wide and finds Clint holding out the water bottle to her. "I'm trained to recognize things," he shrugs. "You made it obvious with the way you were cradling your stomach down on the ground earlier." Harley gulps and Clint shakes the bottle at her for her take. "Found it in a cubicle several floors below. Drink."

Eyeing the bottle warily, Harley finally snatches the bottle of water from Clint and chugs the refreshing water. "I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything," she mumbles and wipes at her mouth before fidgeting with her facial mask. "I haven't even told Phil yet."

As Harley continues to chug the rest of the water, Clint's silence sinks in and she realizes her mistake. Glancing up at him, she knows he caught on to her words seeing as his face has closed off. "Explain."

Harley sighs, finishes off the water, and lets the bottle fall away. "You must remember, Agent Barton, that I never lied to you or your team. I simply let you continue to believe what your Director wanted you to believe."

"How," he grits out through clenched teeth. "How did he remain alive?"

"I got to him in time," she simply shrugs. "When Phil and I married, we had a magical wedding. My magic linked Phil to myself so I felt his pain when he was stabbed," she explains. "I simply came here prepared with potions to heal my husband but when I realized the severity of his wound, I realized he would need a while to heal without any interruptions- without your muggle team of doctors poking and prodding at him."

"What did you do?"

"I gave him a potion that mimicked death while healing him from the inside out as he slumbered. Director Fury should be giving him the potion that will wake him up now that the fight's done."

Instead of getting angry like expected, Clint simply holds her gaze before relaxing and he lets her see just how tired and vulnerable he is. "You mean I didn't kill him?"

"O-of course not," Harley immediately blurts as she takes a step closer to Clint, eyes wide at the amount of guilt Clint must be feeling. "And even if I hadn't gotten to my husband in time, Agent Barton, his blood would have been on Loki's hands. Not yours."

"But I-"

"No," Harley cuts him off, taking his shoulders in hand so he's forced to stare her directly in the face. "From my understanding, Loki had you under his control. It's. Not. Your. Fault."

Clint briefly nods, standing up a bit straighter when the comm link crackles in both his and Harley's ear. "Harls, we're waiting on you, witch. Bring bird brain to my Tower. We got a God to intimidate."

Harley is quick to pick up her broom from where she had dropped it, taking in a few more deep breaths and trying to settle her stomach. "Come on, hop on then."

Clint eyes the broom but doesn't say anything as he straddles the broom behind Harley uncomfortably. "Couldn't have let Thor or Hulk give me a ride?"

"I could have but agent Romanova-"

"She goes by Romanoff now."

"Alright, agent Romanoff asked me to pick you up first."

Clint sighs but holds on gently nonetheless, Harley chuckling as she flies off. It doesn't take them long to get to the Tower and when they do, everyone's already gathered. Hulk, Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, and the Black Widow all mean business- Tony nodding to a crater in the floor where Loki seems immobilized.

Hawkeye preps notches an arrow on his bow, following Harley as she strides up to Loki with the rest of the team behind them. She kicks the bottom of his boot-clad foot with her own boot-clad foot. "OI!" As Loki's gaze darts to her, Harley sneers at him and brandishes her wand. "My only intention for joining this fight was to ensure that you never mess with what is mine ever again."

Loki just blinks at her and simply shrugs though it looks as if that simple motion pains him, and turns his gaze to Tony. "I'll have that drink now."

Tony huffs and Harley slashes her wand angrily in the air. Instantaneously, Loki groans out in pain and the team watches as red, pus-filled boils cover what available skin Loki is showcasing. The team all hiss in mock sympathy and Harley glares down at the God. "The only reason why I have not maimed you is because your brother is here."

Turning on her heel, Harley stomps away from him as Clint and Tony follow. "You're a mean, mean witch," Tony grins. "Remind me to never get on your bad side. Ever."

Harley flashes him a brief grin but her mind is elsewhere. She pulls off her mask, tossing it aside the ruined bar they're standing at, and releases her hair from it's messy plait so it frames her face. Natasha and Steve soon join them at the bar, Thor helping his brother to his feet as the Hulk walks around the room before shrinking back down into Bruce and hiding behind a piece of the fallen ceiling.

Seeing his predicament, Harley transfigures her mask back into a oil rag and then enlarges it into something Bruce can wrap around himself. He takes the now blanket gratefully, wrapping it around his nude form and Clint sighs. "You're gonna have to tell them, Coulson."

Harley tenses and as everyone sees Clint staring at her, their gazes too land on her. "Tell us what," Steve asks.

No-one speaks and Harley realizes she has to answer before questions and accusations start being thrown around. But before she can open her mouth to speak, Clint blurts it out for her. "She saved Phil. Phil's alive."

A glass shatters and Harley flinches, looking up to meet the gaze of Tony who actually looks a bit betrayed. "I'm sorry," she frowns. "I couldn't tell you. At least not until the fight was over."

"Couldn't or wouldn't," Tony glares at her.

"Both," she admits. "Fury needed-"

"Fuck what Fury needed."

"Don't interrupt me," Harley snarls at him. "Fury needed the lot of you to get your act together and fight the battle that no-one else would be capable of, and I needed to get you lot away from Phil so he could heal."

"Why would we have to be away from him," Steve asks with a frown.

Harley sighs once more, slumping against the bar. "Because if you had known Phil was alive, you would have had your nurses and doctors poke and prod at him. The scepter left some of it's residual magic in the wound and the potion I gave him to save his life mimicked death so Phil could heal peacefully."

"You didn't have to lie to us," Tony glowers as he pours himself a drink, his anger quickly dying.

"I didn't lie, Mr. Stark," she corrects him. "I simply let you believe what Fury was telling you. Did you once hear me say that my husband was dead?" Tony opens his mouth ready to say yes, yes she did but as he thinks about it, she never said such a thing. Pouting, he snaps his mouth shut and Harley smiles at him. "So if we're done here, I'd like to get back to my husband and yell at him for giving me quite the scare."

"Y-you gonna fly again," Clint asks as he stumbles forward, eyeing her broom with a look of distaste. "I'd like to see Phil. To see him with my own eyes."

Harley grins at him, waving her wand over the broom and shrinking it before pocketing it. "I was actually going to apparate, Agent Barton. It's a bit uncomfortable but it's a lot faster than broom travel. Still care to join?"

"Uh, sure."

"Come on then," she gestures him closer. "I'm gonna have to grip onto your arm so you can travel with me." Clint walks up to Harley, letting her grip his forearm as she smiles wickedly up at the surrounding team. "We'll see you soon."

Harley turns on spot, maneuvering Clint with her and disapparating on spot leaving Bruce outright gaping at their disappearance.

..

..

Back on the Helicarrier in the same room where Phil sat slumped against the wall and dying, Clint stumbles away from Harley when his feet touch solid ground and dry heaves.

"It- it gets better, Agent Barton," Harley shakily replies. Not feeling quite steady, she stumbles up to the wall and doesn't see Barton shadowing her every move. "It's- it's.."

"Harley?"

"I," Harley gulps, her vision suddenly going blurry. "I don't feel well."

Her knees buckle and Clint's there just in time to catch her before she hits the ground, Harley now unconscious.

The second Phil had woken up, his chest was sore as hell and his mouth tasted of blood. He had sat up with a groan only to find Director Fury and Agent Hill standing at the foot of the bed he had been lying in.

"What happened," he asks them only for Hill to come around his bed and offer him a cup of water. He gulps at it, swishes some of it around in his mouth to get rid it of the metallic taste, and waits for his answer.

Instead of getting one though, all Fury does is toss a tablet on his lap. With a raised eyebrow and a nod from Fury to go ahead and look at it, Phil is treated to clips of several news stations broadcasting a battle that had just recently been dubbed The Battle of New York that ended only minutes before.

The Avengers had come together to fight for Earth against Loki and his alien friends but the thing that shocked him the most was to watch Harley- his wife- fly off with Natasha on the back of her broom while simultaneously blasting aliens out of their way and barrel rolling out of the way when an alien snuck up on them.

His shocked expression meets that of the Director's briefly amused one before he's being tossed a fresh suit and told to clean up- that the team and his wife would be there soon.

Phil only had time to strip out of his soiled clothing and wipe away half of his blood staining his skin when a rapid pounding sounded from the door. Quickly slipping the slacks on and shoving his arms through the crisp white shirt, Phil answers the door without buttoning his shirt and is treated to a clearly worried Fury. "Agent Barton just rushed into medical bay with your wife. She passed out as soon as she brought them here." And forgetting all about socks, shoes, and his blazer- Phil runs from the restroom with Fury hot on his heels as he struggles to button his shirt to prevent giving other Agents a view of his bare skin.

Coulson and Fury burst into the room where nurses were most seen coming in and out of- the two of them finding Clint worriedly watching over Harley as the Doctors try to figure out what is wrong with her. Pulling him aside, Clint seems shocked for a moment to see Phil in such a frazzled state as his gaze darts between himself and his clearly exhausted and unconscious wife.

Clint is quick to explain that Harley had apparated them there to the Helicarrier so she could see Phil but before they could even step out of the room- she stumbled and collapsed. Phil had then watched as they cleaned up his wife some, tending to wounds and abrasions while also trying to figure out what knocked her unconscious but anything they used to scan her short-circuited.

"Her magic won't let them scan her for images," Coulson mutters. "Her magic is most likely cocooning her and trying to heal her on it's own so it's going to interfere with all electronics used on her. We're going to need another witch or wizard."

"Can you get ahold of another witch or wizard," Fury mutters back, keeping his voice low so only Phil and Barton hear.

Chancing a glance at Fury, Phil nods. "We need to be somewhere private," he then informs him.

Fury agrees and leads the way with Phil and Barton following him but not before getting Hill to remain with Mrs. Coulson and to clear out the room. Mrs. Coulson was a special case and they were bringing in someone who could help her without damaging anymore of their machines.

Once in a private enough room, Fury and Barton stand back as Phil walks to the center of the room. Fingering a leather bracelet on his right wrist, Phil runs his left thumb over a black stone that was placed there- the stone acting as a beacon to his location for other stone-wearers. When one stone activated, the other stones heated up and the location of the one person in distress engraved itself in the leather. With a tap of the wand to their bracelets- each bracelet then acted as an emergency portkey that would whisk them away within seconds to their comrade.

Within minutes, six cloaked figures popped into existence in the room- all of which brandishing similar sticks like Fury and Barton had seen Harley with. Fury immediately goes for his weapon, Clint tenses, and Phil is quick to diffuse the situation.

"I'm sorry," he tells the cloaked figures. "But I didn't know how else to get ahold of you. Harley's unconscious and there's no way for us to wake her up."

The hoods all fall and Phil is left staring and pleading with none other than Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dean, Neville, and Luna. He's quick to explain the situation to Harley's best friends- every one of them giving long suffering sighs before Ron, Neville, Dean, and Luna take their leave to do damage control back in their community- Ron promising to be back soon. With the way Phil explained about footage being broadcast all over the world, they needed people to calm the Minister and assure him that everything would be okay. And since Hermione and Ginny were the only two trained as Healers- Phil quickly leads the way to Harley's room so they could start running diagnostic spells.

Spells which told Phil two things.

One being that his wife had practically exhausted her magical core.

And two being that the reason her core was so easily exhausted was because she was pregnant.

The two witches, Phil, and Fury had been shocked to learn she was pregnant- Clint smartly keeping his mouth shut about the news.

When Hermione and Ginny explained that it was best for them not to wake Harley yet for her safety and the baby's- that it'd be best if she got a couple days of rest- Hermione prepped an IV to keep her friend hydrated.

So two days later, Phil finds himself still at his wife's bedside and silently stewing in his anger at Harley putting herself and their baby in danger.

"When you cast the spell, I'd like a moment alone with my wife, please."

Ginny glances at Phil, offering him a gentle smile and nods. Brandishing her wand, she holds it close to Harley's left temple. "Rennervate."

Harley suddenly groans, slowly shifting in bed and Ginny's quick to pocket her wand and retreat from the room. Sure, Harley's a friend- practically family- but Phil comes first in Harley's life now and if he wants a moment before everyone crowds the witch, she'd give him Phil his moment.

Once the door has clicked shut behind Ginny, Phil stands and sits on the edge of her bed, and grabs her hand in his. "Wake up, sweetheart. It's just you and me now."

Eyes clench shut with her mouth twisted in a scowl, Harley stretches a bit before her eyes flutter open and adjust to the room's brightness. "What happened," she rasps.

Phil's quick to get her a cup of water, letting her drink as he explains. "You fought in a battle alongside the Avengers."

Shaking her head, Harley cuts him off. "That- that I remember."

"Alright, then tell me what you last remember and I'll fill you in."

"I," she trails off, eyebrows pulling together as she thought about it. "I had just hexed Loki with boils," she frowns and Phil snorts in amusement before schooling his features once more. "I was coming for you and Agent Barton asked if he could tag along. I- I don't remember after that."

"There isn't much to tell after that," Phil deadpans. "You apparated yourself and Agent Barton to the containment room a few floors down where you proceeded to black out on him," he informs her. "And do you want to know why you passed out?"

"Because I was exhausted," she frowns and attempts to sit up.

"Because your magical core was exhausted," he tells her, his anger building up and body tensing. "And do you want to know why your core was exhausted?"

"Phil-"

"Because your magical core was not only used to fire spells but being used to protect not only your being," his voice picks up with his building anger. "But the being of our unborn child as well!"

Harley blinks in shock, heart thundering against her rib cage at the fact that her husband just yelled at her. Her eyes fill with tears, she having to gulp passed the lump that suddenly formed in her throat. "I-" her voice cracks, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"You knew, didn't you? You knew you pregnant when you waded into war." When Harley doesn't answer and sinks further into her bed, Phil shakes his head in disappointment. Standing to his feet, Phil sighs loudly and runs a hand through his hair. "What were you thinking," he asks softly now, his own eyes suspiciously glossy as he lets the anger bleed out of him. "You weren't just endangering yourself but you were endangering our child as well!"

Harley allows a few tears to fall in her shame, sniffling some before allowing herself to look her husband in the eye. "Is the baby okay?"

"The baby's fine," he assures her and takes his seat once more. "Ginny-"

"Ginny," she sits up a bit straighter now. "Ginny's here?"

Phil nods. "As is a very agitated Hermione and a worried Ron. I had to use my bracelet to get them here because we needed a Healer. The others stayed back to soothe the Ministry's worries about magic being outed and Tony's been working with his AI to delete any footage that has popped up on the internet of you after hearing about the Statute of Secrecy. Fury's been on edge since they've showed up but Hermione's kept him placated with some information about your past."

"But the Statute!"

"They've worked out a quick contract between each other," Phil shrugs. "Neither party is allowed to talk about what they hear or see that's Avenger or Wizarding related to anyone else who doesn't already know. They've worked it all out."

Seeing Harley struggling to continue sitting up, Phil lets go of all his anger at seeing his wife looking so guilty, exhausted, and now frustrated, and adjusts her bed so she can sit up without using much effort.

"I'm sorry, you know," she mumbles. "I wasn't thinking clearly." Phil falls silent and retakes his seat at her bedside, retaking her hand in his and squeezing it reassuringly. "All I kept seeing was you slumped against the wall with a gaping wound in your chest, and your Agents all thought you were dead and I couldn't say otherwise. I- I just let my anger get the best of me and I'm sorry," she cries. "I'm so sorry I put us in danger and-"

"Hey.. hey," Phil mumbles, quickly standing and pushing aside Harley to climb atop the bed with her. Wrapping an arm behind her shoulder, Phil brings her in so she's tucked into his side. "It's okay. You're fine. You're both fine."

The two sit there, Phil holding tight to his wife as she weeps and gets herself under control. When she finally settles, he gives her shoulders a bit of a squeeze. "You up for some company? You've managed to obtain quite the fan club since you showed up here."

Snorting weakly, she shrugs. "Only for a bit."

Pressing a kiss to his wife's temple, Phil slides off the bed and over to the door. She watches him as he opens it, pokes his head out and murmurs something before he's striding back to her bed with a line of people trailing him.

Tony saunters in first, all smug smirk and lays across the foot of her bed as Phil takes the chair to the right of her bed. Steve walks in rather sheepishly with his hands tucked in his pockets, smiling gently, and Director Fury strides in with is billowing leather trench coat and takes a stand at the foot of her bed while giving a brief suffering sigh at Tony getting too comfortable.

Agents Barton and Romanoff enter after Fury- both dressed in similar outfits she saw them fight in during alien invasion though these are new, dirt and blood free. Hands are clasped behind their backs, faces void of any emotion, and they stand behind the Director against the wall.

Harley's rather happy to see them, offering them all smiles though the next three entering has her happy facade faltering. Though Ron and Ginny are all smiles, Hermione is glaring as she waddles into the room and Harley instantly pushes herself into her bed wishing it would swallow her whole.

"Don't look at the pregnant lady that," Harley mutters. "I've already apologized to Phil."

"Harley Potter," Hermione's voice seems rather vicious, Harley's eyes slightly widening at Hermione using her maiden name. "What. The bloody hell. Were you thinking?!"

"Uh oh," Ron snickers. "She called her Potter."

Tony snickers along with the redheaded Weasley only to hear a smack coming from Ron's direction before he, too, feels a smack on the back of his head. Peering over his shoulder with a pout, he finds Ginny rolling her eyes at him and Barton fighting off a grin towards the back of the room.

"Well," Hermione bristles when she receives no answer. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Harley opens her mouth to speak but snaps it shut and shrugs with a frown while looking to her husband for aid. She gets none. "I could have easily overlooked this, Harley, but Molly tells me that you knew you were pregnant when wading into yet another war. We're not children anymore, Lee, you can't be that idiotic!"

Harley pouts while being chastised, catching Clint's brief grin in the back before narrowing her eyes. "Well don't just yell at me," she groans. "Agent Barton figured out I was pregnant during the fight but didn't try to persuade me to sit it out."

All eyes swivel to said man, Clint glowering at Harley. "Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Coulson."

Both Harley and Phil grin- said grins quickly falling when Hermione turns back to face Harley, her anger finally slipping away. "You have to think before you act, Harley. Even more so that you've got a baby on the way."

"I know.. I know," she finally sighs. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Damn straight it won't," Tony finally pipes up.

Harley glares at him before letting up on her false anger, smiling gently at the grinning man laying at her feet. "I'm glad you're okay. For a moment, I thought you weren't going to make it."

Tony's smug grin falters, melting into something more sincere. "Same could be said for you. Here we were expecting a sickeningly sweet reunion with the Coulson's and instead, we're treated to Barton having a mini freak out."

Clint splutters as Tony, Ron, Ginny, and Phil smile on in amusement- Natasha stepping forward causing the group to tense. The redheaded assassin's features stay impassive, she coming up to stand before Phil yet her gaze stays glued to Harley. "I like you, Mrs. Coulson, and I have a feeling I can like you even more than I already do." Harley's eyes widen at the Widow's admission, nodding tersely and waiting to see what else Agent Romanoff has to say. "Just don't lie to me again." And when Agent Romanoff's gaze flickers to Phil, Harley knows Natasha's speaking of her not telling them that Phil was still alive.

Harley wants to argue that she didn't lie- she just left some things out- but the steely glint in Natasha's gaze has her nodding in agreement. With that out of the way, Natasha allows a brief smile for Harley before peering over her shoulder at Clint and beckoning him to follow as she walks towards the room's door. Harley hears something about needing to be packed by nightfall- she being quick to ask if they're leaving. Both assassins nod but Tony's the one to beat them to giving an explanation on why they're leaving.

"The entire Avenger team is moving into the Tower as are you tomorrow morning after you get a good night's rest here."

"The tower," Harley quirks an eyebrow at Tony, not bothering to fight about staying there. "The tower that has been nearly ruined by Loki and aliens?"

"Yes," he glowers. "But the not-pregnant Weasley girl fixed it up some. Magically," he then grins. "It's ready to be lived in again."

Ginny sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. "I have a name, you know."

Tony shrugs and smirks, moving out of the line of her swing aimed at the back of his head before clapping readily at the two assassins and mentioning about helping them pack. When really, he's just using them as excuse to get away from Ginny's fists.

Steve smiles politely at Harley and Phil before giving them his well wishes- he too leaving the room so only the magical beings and Fury are with the Coulson's.

Harley yawns and settles back against her pillows and bed, blinking lazily at Fury. "Was there something you needed, Director," she asks tiredly.

He meets her gaze head on, hangs gripping the plastic foot board of her bed. "Just what Mr. Stark already told you," he sighs. "I'm going to need your husband with me aboard the Helicarrier filling out and filing a lot of paperwork."

"I figured," she sighs and reaches for her husband's hand.

"Yes, well, we were going to give you a room up here but the Carrier needs fixing up of it's own and we don't want you to be uncomfortable with all the noise going on. Hence the reason for Ms. Weasley helping Tony fix up the Tower for your stay there."

"I'm fine with that," she mumbles. "I've grown quite fond of Mr. Stark and if he annoys me, I'll just hex him."

"Uh, no you won't," Hermione huffs.

Harley's gaze darts to her friend, eyes narrowing and Fury fights off a smirk. "I'll just leave it to you then," he says to Hermione. "Mrs. Coulson," he then nods as he's departing. "It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope we'll see more of each other in the future."

Harley grumbles at his retreating back, huffing as Hermione sweetly grins. "What do you mean that I won't be hexing Mr. Stark should he annoy me."

Instead of Hermione answering, it's Ginny who sheepishly shrugs. "As your temporary Healer, I've restricted you to bed rest for at least a week and half without using magic." Harley's eyes widen but Ginny continues on. "You nearly drained your core, Lee. You need to replenish that for your sake and the baby's."

Harley's ready to argue that she doesn't need that much bed rest and that she could use some magic but at hearing that it's for her baby's sake, she deflates and sighs. She really messed up when she waded into war while pregnant and she'd do whatever it would take to make sure her baby had a restful and peaceful life in the womb before joining their chaotic world.

"So that's the verdict, then," she mumbles sadly. "Bed rest and no magic?"

"Exactly," Hermione beams. "Ron and I will be returning home as soon as Dean shows up with our portkey. I can't exactly be here when I'm so close to my own due date," she explains as she rubs her swollen belly. "And Ginny and Dean will stay with you at the Tower until you're better, and since she's practically a Healer already, she'll be your physician for the duration of your pregnancy unless you want someone else."

"Ginny's more than fine," Harley smiles tiredly at her. "At least now I don't have to worry about everyone else back home finding out. I'm thinking a change of scenery for this pregnancy would do me some good."

Phil startles at that, glancing at his wife with hope blossoming in chest. "You want to move to the States?"

"At least until the baby's born and he or she is capable of traveling back to England safely with us," she smiles. "I want to be as close to you as possible and I want you to be there with me for the pregnancy. You're not going to miss a thing."

Phil beams at her for coming to this decision all on her own, Ron chuckling at him. "Bad move, mate," he grins at Phil. "Should've just shipped her back home with us. Pregnant women are-"

"OI," Harley snaps at him the same time Hermione slaps his shoulder.

"See," he splutters as he takes a step away from his own wife and stares wide-eyed at Phil. "Barmy. The lot of them."

Ginny and Phil chuckle at the identical glares Ron's receiving from both Harley and Hermione- Ron flinching under their gazes before sheepishly shrugging and moving to hide behind his sister.

Harley then spends a few moments chatting with Ron and Hermione, Ginny sitting off to the side with Phil and getting all she needs to know about staying at the Tower and the easiest ways to get ahold of him. Harley's yawning becomes more frequent and it's a blessing in disguise when Steve swings by the room with Dean in tow.

The dark-skinned wizard greets his fiance with hug and peck, greeting Harley warmly with a brief hug before handing Ron what appears to be an ordinary looking empty can of Cola. The portkey is self activated so Ron and Hermione take their time bidding their friend farewell- as well as Phil- and right before they disappear from the room, Ron informs Harley that Mum's pissed and will be visiting when the week is up.

Harley freezes with wide eyes, and both Ginny and Dean cackle. Molly was one scary woman and Harley could only guess what Molly had to say to her. Especially since she was going to be in the know about Phil's true work title and that they dealt with the Avengers.

Once Phil settles his wife down, Ginny produces two different potions. Glancing at the vials, Harley raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Dreamless draught," Ginny holds up the shimmering golden potion. "And energy replenisher," she says as she holds a mint green potion. "You need more sleep now that we know you'll wake up on your own when you've had enough and every other day you will be given an energy replenisher to speed up your recovery."

"Thank you."

Ginny smiles politely before awkwardly shuffling her feet and then grabbing Dean's hand. "Well, we'll leave you alone now. See you tomorrow, Harley. We'll just go bug Tony some more until then."

Harley watches the couple leave with a fond grin, settling against her pillows before turning her gaze to her ever loving husband. Instead of chatting, Phil simply nods at the golden potion.

"Drink up, sweetheart. Get some rest before the move tomorrow."

She simply rolls her eyes at him, uncorking the vial and drinking as told nonetheless.

End of chapter one.

I tinkered with the invisibility cloak- adding a hood to it- and also tinkered with the Avenger's battle scene. Hope you're not too disappointed.

Also, I know some of you are going to stuff about magic interfering with electronics but this fic, it won't as much. I mean, Harry lived with the Dursley's in a muggle home and nothing ever happened. As did Hermione in her own home. The way I see it, wizards and witches can use electronics for some time before shorting out and the only reason for something to short right away would be if wild magic was involved or if the magic has direct contact with something electronical. That's my opinion so that's how I'm going to write my fic.

I know the Avengers would be quite livid at being lied to but EVERY FIC I've read has them so angry that I just wanted something different. And since this chapter was all battle scene and fight sequences, the next chapter will be nine months of fluff and pregnancy hormones XD

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by their appropriate owners. I own nothing. I'm only a fan who used her favorite characters to have a bit of fun ;)