Summary: In which Anna Black is placed into the Avengers Initiative, and is none too pleased about it. Fem!Harry.

Title: Enchantress.

IMPORTANT A/N!: This was never meant to happen. I was focusing on my other fic and then suddenly this happened and I had to write out the idea. But, moving on from that, it's important to know Anna (Fem!Harry) already has an established life in the Marvel Universe (which will be touched upon in future chapters, whenever I get around to writing them). Also, the Marvel Universe and the Harry Potter universe are both separate, as in, don't belong in the same one together. I hope that isn't too confusing? I mean, it will be explained, eventually. Just not right now.

I'm literally just jumping right into this. Like, no start up, just the big leap.

I will also note, this is not my best work (at least I don't think so) so there will probably be a lot of mistakes, or it may even seem boring. I have no set plan where I'll take this, I've not even thought about romance or who she'll get along with.

I'm procrastinating now, aren't I? Anyway, I hope you enjoy? Feel free to review, I would love to hear any feedback. But most of all, I at least hope it's enjoyable. Happy reading!

Arms laden with brown paper bags, Anna fumbled uselessly with her keys, silently cursing under her breath when she nearly dropped them for the fifth time. The streetlight buzzed obnoxiously loud behind her, periodically flickering, seemingly in tandem with her fumbling fingers. Distantly, she could make out laughter and the clinking of glass bottles, and she was suddenly reminded that it was indeed a Friday night, and she suspected that soon her street would be filled with rowdy voices of aggrieved elderly and drunken men.

Hastily, after juggling with her shopping, she managed to plunge her key into the right place, and sighed when she heard the satisfying 'click' of the lock. Her relief was short-lived, however, when she stepped in through the front door and toed it shut, she noticed one thing out of place. Or rather, she noticed the light from the kitchen was poking out from under the door.

A light which she remembered had not been on since the prior day.

Suspiciously, and with slow movements, she placed her brown paper bags onto the floor. In the same motion as she stood from bending, she slid her wand out of her messy bun and gripped it tightly. The wand emitted a gentle warmth, as if in reassurance, and it boosted her confidence.

The pads of her ballerina shoes tapped lightly against the wooden floors, and she unconsciously cast a silencing charm to mute her movements. It worked, that was, until she reached the kitchen door where it was abruptly swung open and startled her.

Her first reaction was to stun the bastard that dared enter her apartment without permission – and she did, and she didn't feel guilty about it until another figure stepped around the kitchen door with a horror-stricken face. A face Anna recognized.

Her mouth dropped in open shock.

"You...just knocked out Captain America..." His voice sounded weak even in her own ears, as if she just destroyed all that was happy in the world.

His words took a moment to register, and she abruptly paled, her eyes refusing to stray to the now slumped figure on the floor. "I – what are – Coulson?"

He didn't even glance at her. "You just knocked out Captain America." He repeated, this time accusingly. "Why... why would you do that?"

Anna spluttered in offence, a suddenly flame of anger overriding her shock. "Excuse me? You're in my house, I have every right to defend myself and – and he surprised me, is all!"

"So your first reaction is to knock him out?" He sounded indignant and high pitched, and Anna refrained from banging her head against the wall.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, turning away slightly to take a calming breath. When she was ready again, she turned to Coulson. "Can you explain to me why you are even here? With – with a previously frozen man that should not even know I exist? Or did you forget that part, about me not existing?"

He ignored the last part, and gestured toward the slumped figure, which Anna refused to follow. "We had some urgent business that required your attention." He paused, giving her a moment for it to sink in, before continuing. "But unfortunately, unforeseen events have hindered us."

It was a dig, both reproaching and hinting. Hinting that she should fix the mess she made, and she retaliated with a raised eyebrow.

"I will gladly listen to your explanation as to why you snuck into my apartment with the fabled Star-Spangled Man," she sarcastically rebuked "And by 'we' I'm assuming it's not soldier boy here, but S.H.I.E.L.D?"

Coulson huffed. "Very astute, Miss Black. Now if you could kindly –"

"Nope."

And she promptly turned and fled back down the hall (threading her wand back into her bun in the process) to her groceries, one bag containing ice-cream that needed to be put away, pronto.

Hefting the bags into her arms, she retraced her steps back to the kitchen, stepping elegantly over the stunned man on the floor and made her way over the freezer. Coulson remained firmly by the unconscious man, arms crossed and foot tapping away impatiently.

Anna could not deny, through her annoyance, that it was amusing to see him disgruntled. She had met him in the past, and he was always so put together and organized, now he just reminded her of a put-out child. She snorted at the image as she sifted through her bags, pulling items out and setting them neatly on the countertop, ready to be put away.

Absentmindedly, she called over her shoulder. "Would you like some tea? Something to eat, maybe?"

She does have manners.

When she remembers them, that is.

"No," came the terse reply "Now can you –"

"Nope."

"Care to elaborate?"

She hummed nonsensically, puttering around her shelves to place items inside. Anna contemplated her reply for a moment and she finished up, placing the now empty brown bags into the bin, and two tubs of ice cream into the freezer. "You're a representative for S.H.I.E.L.D, right?" She eventually asked, and Coulson quickly confirmed this. "So, logically you're here to speak to me specifically – which has nothing to do with sleeping beauty over there."

Her reasoning was weak, but Anna doubted she could handle apologizing to the Super Solider after she attacked him unwarrantedly. Her embarrassment would not let her live it down.

He could have simply been coming to greet us, her mind reasoned, while another part of her head thought differently. It's my house, damnit, it's his fault for startling me.

"That is not entirely true." Corrected Coulson, giving Anna pause and she turned to look at him. He still hadn't moved from his spot. From whatever facial expression she now wore, it caused Coulson to turn his own smug and triumphant smile back.

She probably looked more like a startled cat than a grown woman, at this point. "What?"

"Should you agree to help us, you would be working in a specifically selected team alongside Captain America."

"Is that so?" She laughed awkwardly, stepping across the room to plop down at the kitchen table, the wooden seat dragging across the tiled floor unnecessarily loud. She took pleasure in it when Coulson winced. "Then the obvious answer would be to tell you no." She rested her chin in the palm of her hand, leaning forward slightly. "And I thought I told you before, I do not exist. We had a deal."

Coulson took one more fleeting glance at the stunned man, and almost hesitantly joined her at the table, his face suddenly neutral and clear of emotions. "I'm afraid that our deal is going to have to change. I wouldn't have come unless ordered to. We need your help, Miss Black."

She analyzed him for a moment, his expression remaining unchanging and devoid. A beat passed between them, and Anna sighed through her nose, her shoulders slumping. "You're being serious."

"It is a very serious matter." Added Coulson "We're facing a potential global catastrophe and we need all the help we can get. This includes you."

Coulson reached down toward his side and pulled up a black case to place on the table, unclipping it to pull out a brown folder and slid it across to her. Across the front of it, stamped in bold letters, spelled Avengers Initiative. Above the stamped letters stood the S.H.I.E.L.D logo, an eagle placed in the center of perfect circle.

Hesitantly, after giving Coulson one last searching look, she flipped it open.

Inside she found a list of profiles, each standing out, though one in particular remained closely familiar and Anna shook her head, dragging out and glazing over the information. She bit her cheek, the image of a tall, muscular green giant that was titled 'Hulk' had been clipped to the side of the analysis. The profile that came after the 'Hulk' was also familiar, though this one titled 'Abomination' and she instantly scowled, flicking it away.

The other high-profile names in the folder were familiar, though none stood out so much as the Hulk did.

"And what is this...Avengers Initiative, specifically?" She asked, her gaze remaining firmly on the folder.

"The Avengers Initiative is a group of specifically selected individuals that will help defend Earth from imminent global threats. Each with their own unique talents."

Her gaze flickered to meet his at the last remark. "And you considered Abomination for this?" She gestured to his overturned profile at the end of the table, where she had flicked it away in disgust. "I will have no part of this group if that thing is involved." She sneered. "He caused enough damage in Harlem, if you remember."

He seemed to brighten at this. "So you are considering it?"

She gave him a deadpan look. "Is that all you have taken away from this?" She huffed "Abomination and Hulk in the same room will not go down well. I doubt my assistance will be helpful this time around, if the two of them decide to go for round two."

Coulson waved her off. "If you read Abominations' profile, you would have seen we have rethought our previous decision. He will not be part of the Initiative."

"Then why leave it in at all?" Groused Anna, pinching the bridge of her nose. Coulson didn't feel inclined to share why, and Anna decided to change the subject. "So, who're we after?"

"You've decided to join, then?"

Her eyebrows raised. "I never said that." She denied.

"But you insinuated it," countered Coulson, sounding pleased with himself.

"Answer the question, Coulson."

"His name is Loki, and he stole something important." He finally elaborated, fishing something out of his front pocket and handing it to Anna. It was a picture, of something shaped like a cube that glowed with an eerie inner blue light. It was incredibly beautiful to look at, Anna realized, her index finger grazing over the image, tracing it around the cube.

"What is this?" She wondered, cocking her head to the side. "Some sort of artifact?

"Something like that," said Coulson, nodding his head "It's called a Tesseract, and we need it back."

"And what does it do?"

"It has the potential energy to wipe out the entire world."

The blunt tone caused her to jolt back in surprise, eyes bugged wide in shock. "Then why the fuck hasn't the government gotten rid of it?!" She half shrieked, a feeling of terror clawing in her gut.

There was movement from near the door, a quiet groan and a muttered "Language..."

Anna didn't even think twice when she plucked her wand from her bun and sent another stunner out, hitting the Super Soldier square in the back. He slumped back over, dead to the world once again. If Anna wasn't half terrified, she may have been impressed by his resistance. No one has ever managed to come out of being stunned so soon before.

But this wasn't the right time to be impressed.

Anna turned back to Coulson, who was staring back and looking scandalized. "Miss Black!" He cried out, getting to his feet, though he didn't seem to know what to do with himself once he was on his feet.

"Sit down," she hissed sharply, and surprisingly, he complied. "He's fine. Now answer the damn question."

"It's not that simple," he replied, distractedly looking over his shoulder at the man on the floor.

"Oh, I'm sure it's not," sarcastically groused Anna, crossing her arms across her chest. "And now it's in the hands of the enemy, well-fucking-done."

Coulson ignored her bitter remarks, turning back to her with a forced serious expression, unable to fully cover his annoyance. "Are you willing to help us, or not, Miss Black? We don't have much time."

She curled her lip at him. "Well I've not got much choice in the matter, have I?" She snapped "I don't like the idea of this planet being blown to smithereens."

"I'm sure you're not the only one who shares those same sentiments."

"Whatever." She waved her hand dismissively "How much time do I have to prepare?"

"I can spare you five minutes at most. We have to get back to base soon."

"Great..."