Fury stalked down the corridors angrily looking at the people crowding the hall. "What the hell is going on here? Why aren't the prisoners in containment?"

Thor turned towards Fury with shock clearly evident on his face. "Comrade Director! Two of your agents took into custody a boy that I thought was one of my nephews. He fainted after seeing my brother."

Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked calmly while inwardly seething "And who did Agent Romanoff and Agent Hill take?"

Thor frowned, looking uncertainly at the Director. "He said his name was Harry Potter."

Fury's single eye widened dramatically as his head looked up sharply. "Are you sure?" He asked tentatively, hoping that Thor was mistaken.

"Aye. He had a scar on his forehead in the shape of"

"A lightening bolt..." Fury cut in, starting to panic a little. "Oh, Fuck. Hermione's going to eviscerate me."

Thor looked amusedly at the ruffled Director. "Do you wish for him to be taken to the infirmary until he awakens?"

"Yes. He's not on our list of people to piss off, and I bet we've managed to do that today." Fury turned to the others. "Take Loki to his cell. Debrief in one hour."

Debriefing Conference Room 3M - 1 hour later

"So this Potter kid is some sort of magical equivalent of a superhero?" Stark asked with concern.

"No. He's just slightly more powerful than the average magic user." Fury replied. "He's defeated his people's equivalent to Hitler."

"And this Wizard Hitler did what to piss him off? Because no one goes after the big bad without a reason."

"Voldemort killed Potter's family when he was a year old, leaving him the only one to survive the attack." Banner replied casually.

Fury looked at Banner with confusion. "How do you know all about that?"

"I was born into a magical family." Bruce scowled at the thought of his birth family.

Stark asked "Then why don't you carry a stick thingy like the rest of them?"

"I'm a Squib. I was born without magic. My family dumped me at an orphanage when I didn't get accepted into Hogwarts." Banner glared when Tony snorted in amusement at the name of the school.

"Sorry."

"What I don't understand is how a child could defeat their culture's equivalent of Hitler at twenty." Captain Rogers said in confusion. Banner looked over to him sadly. He might have left the community, but he kept up with the news from there. He knew about Harry Potter and his past.

"Mr. Potter defeated Voldemort at the age of seventeen. He's eighteen years old." Fury said with sadness.

"WHAT?!" Natasha yelled, before paling. She thought about her first interactions with him and felt sick. He'd done the impossible at the same age she'd been given her first solo mission from the Red Room.

The rest of the mismatched group of superheroes were stunned into silence by Fury's statement. After they finished the debrief, everyone went their separate ways, feeling very different from when they entered. Romanoff headed towards the infirmary, hoping to apologize to the teen that she'd essentially assaulted after ignoring his protests.

Infarmary - 1 hour later

Harry woke with a groan. Romanoff handed his glasses to him. "Did anyone see the hipogriff that ran over me?"

"I'm sorry that I treated you that way, Mr. Potter." Romanoff said as she paced the room.

"Harry."

"What?" She paused, looking at the young man.

"Call me Harry."

"Call me Natasha. And I truly am sorry for how I treated you in New York City, Harry."

"What's done is done. You were emotionally compromised by the disappearance of your partner." He replied as he slowly sat up. "Where'd you take me, since I assume we're no longer in New York."

"You're in the SHIELD Helicarrier."

"Who was the man that I saw?"

"The person we were trying to find when we accidentally matched you with him. Loki."

"... I need to see him. There're some questions that I need answers to."

"Are you sure Harry?" Natasha asked, concerned.

"Yes."

She sighed, and handed him his old clothes. "Get dressed. I'll take you over in ten minutes."

"My wand?"

"It's on the bedside table."

After Harry dressed, and he showed Natasha a few simple spells, she showed him to the Containment chamber.

Containment chamber, 10 minutes later

Fury was already at the door when Natasha brought Harry. "Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?" Fury asked, concerned for the teen he'd tried to recruit before finding out his true age.

Harry rolled his eyes as he sported a wry smile. "If Natasha couldn't dissuade me, I don't think you can. I'll be fine, Nick."

When they entered, Loki had his back towards the entry. "Do you still believe that you are not a lesser being than I, Director?" Loki queried.

Harry hid behind Fury, listening to the tone of the voice emanating from the man in the glass container. "Yes. And there's someone who has a few questions for you."

Loki turned around, and saw Fury step to the side to reveal Harry. His face contorted into an angry snarl as he hit the glass of his prison in anger. "How dare you and Thor coerce me into believing my dead son is alive! My son died seventeen years ago on this god-forsaken planet after failing to save his wife and son!"

"I just wanted to know why you look so much like my father." Harry said calmly, moving forward. "I was hoping that there was a mistake and that maybe I still had at least distant relations that were still alive."

Loki faltered, looking carefully at the young man in front of him, self-assured with the confidence of a full-blooded warrior. "What was your father's name, mortal?"

"For the record, my name's Harry. Not Mortal. My father was James Potter."

"And your mother's name was Lily?"

Harry looked sharply at Loki, growling "How did you know that?"

"James Potter once was known by another name. Jörmungandr. My middle son. I found him after he'd been hit by one of your 'killing curses'. Asgardians and other beings of longer lifespans don't immediately succumb to the curse. I had found him delirious, shouting for his wife Lily, and his son Harry. He made me promise to find you. Or, if I couldn't, to avenge you."

"So this all has been to avenge my parents?"

"And you. I couldn't ever find you, no matter how strong my scrying spells were. So I assumed that you too had been killed by your family's enemies."

"Will you stop now that you've found me?"

"Yes." Before Loki could say anything else, he collapsed as he cried out in pain. Thanos had heard everything, and decided to punish him.

"Remember pain, Loki?" Thanos purred almost seductively through the link. "I'll stop the pain if you follow my orders again."

Outside the container, Harry opened the glass cage. He pulled Loki from it, and tried to make him look at Harry in the eyes.

When he did, he whimpered as his eyes flickered from green to blue. "Thanos. Scepter..." Harry pushed himself into Loki's mind, and saw how every thought in the god's mind were covered in a numbing blue haze. He saw how the other diety was pushing Loki towards insanity. Harry threw his energy into pushing back the presence, not letting up when Loki's mind joined his as they pushed Thanos's conscious out of Loki's mind.

After the presence was eradicated, Harry led Loki to a secure Infirmary. Before leaving Fury and Romanoff behind to clean up the mess he said "debrief later. I need to find out what I can to assure myself that Thanos won't come back into his head."

This is to clear up a few questions about my story, and forgive me if I butcher the explanation.

Ronald Weasley was a good friend, but after he left during the horcrux hunt Hermione and Harry had to re-evaluate how to do things. The reason why is because even if they could trust him if (and that was a big if at the time) he came back, he'd still left them with a monumental task that was hard enough to complete with three teens. And when he after the end of the war became the glory-loving idiot that he'd always been, it made Harry and Hermione face reality. He would do more for glory and fame than friendship. Remember the Tri-Wizard Tournament? Yeah, no. I'm not bringing the red-headed arsehole into my story.

I will not do any bashing of authority figures, but don't expect Harry to have many fond memories of Dumbledore. He'd abandoned him with abusive relatives. Harry is a genius on par with Stark and Banner, so he learned at a young age how to do things for survival. Any 'love' he had for Dumbledore was lost after OoTP. With the loss of his final family member that could have cared for him, he lost almost all hope.

Harry and Hermione helped each other heal during the long year after the final Battle, going back for their seventh years, trying to be normal teens. And as months passed and Harry allowed his real self to come forward he and Hermione found that they had more in common than just their muggleborn/muggleraised heritage. They enjoyed the same authors, the same music, and even shared some similar wishes for the future. They both wanted out of Magical Britain, and Harry was happy with Hermione's dream of owning a bookshop. It was real and tangible. So they decided after graduation to make their relationship official [Harry proposed during graduation because he was insanely impatient]. That's all I can say about them without giving away more of the story.

This is all background info I should have included at the end of the last chapter, but I'll be tacking this onto the third entry once I've written it. Please P/M me with requests and ideas. I do take all into consideration, and might even change my own story as it goes because I'm on this journey with you. It goes where the muse takes me.

Anyways. Cheers from your anglophile Yank,

Helen Nurse

ps. for those who've read my other stories, I know I'm horrible. But I do have plans to continue them eventually.

pps. I was asked almost a year ago by Xavier Nurse [my loving other half] to marry him. So expect more happy stories in the future!