Chapter 4

The woman in the red dress was undoubtedly very attractive, the dress hugging her curves in all the right places. Though she was unfortunately not his type.

"Mr. Potter?" she inquired.

"Who's asking?"

She held up her badge showing a portrait of her a few years younger, "Agent Barbara Morse. I'm with SHIELD."

Harry nodded and walked off, never really letting her out of his sight. He didn't trust her. Didn't really trust any of them, really, despite having known them and having a working relationship with them for a while now. Chalk that up to bad experiences with secret organizations in the past. Walking over towards his couch, he unceremoniously flopped down, taking another swig of Firewhiskey. His emerald eyes locking onto every discrete movement she made. The way she shuffled her feet, minute glances around the room. Her body language. Smirking and taking another swig of his drink, he slammed it on the coffee table. Noticing in his peripheral vision her had twitch towards her hip ever so slightly. Feeling satisfied with his observations, Harry stood up, offering her his hand to shake, his expression jubilant, but eyes hard and unflinching. Her expression was slightly confused, as if taken a back by his erratic behavior.

"I'm him. Are you here to escort me to the secret SHIELD base, Agent Morse?"

Gathering her composure again, she nodded, shaking his hand. A firm handshake, he idly noticed. Walking away towards his bedroom, he reached in his ornate oaken wardrobe, grabbing a few changes of clothes. Heading towards his bathroom he grabbed the essentials, shampoo, soap, toothbrush and paste. He packed all of it into a red leather duffel bag he found underneath his bed. He picked up his cell phone and dialed Ernie's number.

"Hey buddy, I'm going to be out of town for a few days. So tag, you're it." he grinned and hung up the phone.

"Who was that on the phone?"

He turned around and saw Agent Morse standing in his bedroom doorway looking slightly curious. He hesitated slightly, struggling to come up with an answer that wouldn't make her more intrigued.

"My friend, Ernie MacMillan." he replied, with a slight bite.

She just nodded, "Are you ready to leave, Mr. Potter?"

"Just one more thing, then yes."

He walked over next to his couch and picked up a suitcase. Throwing the duffel bag over his shoulder he started walking out the door. Noticing Agent Morse wasn't right behind him, he turned his head over his shoulder, with a slight eyebrow raise. Catching that his gaze was on her, she stopped her analysis of the room and followed after him at a brisk pace. He snorted and just opened the door, not before disguising himself to look like Harry Weaver. Quickly looking down the slightly decrepit hallways of the apartment building, not noticing anyone, he started off towards the exit.

May 2nd 2012

Harry was slightly impressed when he landed on the aircraft carrier, with Agent Morse in tow. Stepping off of what they called a quinjet, he admired the nice ocean view. He saw what looked to be a four people having a conversation next to one of the quinjets, Coulson walking away making it only three. Harry turned to talk to Morse, realizing that she too was gone. Heaving a heavy sigh he walked over to the three other people.

One was an absolute specimen of humanity, standing at 6'2", with blonde hair and blue eyes. His muscles had muscles, and his entire figure seemed to be sculpted perfectly. The other man was slightly less noticeable, quite average actually. Tan skin, tired brown eyes, greying brown hair, and hunched posture screaming of trying to hide as hard as he could. Something about him screamed at Harry to avoid him. The third was an incredibly beautiful woman. Red hair and green eyes, and a perfect figure. They seemed to be engrosses in conversation, as they walked towards the edge. Suddenly the ship started rumbling, crew members were rushing around, strapping things to the deck. Rushing over to the group of three as the two men walked away from the woman, one of them spoke.

"Is this a submarine?"

"Really? They want me in a submerged, pressurized metal container?" the other one deadpanned.

Looking at the one who asked that, he seemed supremely unremarkable. But dealing with magic for most of his life, he'd gotten used to people being stronger than they appeared. His instincts were also screaming to avoid him, and they hardly ever steered him wrong in the long run. Walking closer and standing next to the red head, he heard the sound of water fall and the telltale sounds of propellers whirring. The two men looking over the edge backed up slightly, and the woman chuckled a little under her breath. As the ship started gaining altitude they unremarkable one let out a strained chuckle.

"No, no, this is much worse."

Personnel came out with air masks on, rushing back to their stations as the aircraft slowly raised out of the water and started ascending into the sky. Harry looked over at the woman and shrugged following after her as she took off towards a door. The two men following behind at a more sedate pace.

Walking down the hallway she pushed open a set of glass double doors, entering a massive room. Computers and occupied desk covered most of the room, there was a large glass conference table sitting in the middle of an upraised stage closer to the door. Agents were walking around, checking on everyone and everything. The woman turned over her shoulder and gave a slightly smug grin before walking off. Hill was barking out orders and Fury was standing in front of a pair of computers. The awkward man walked around and in the back of the room, trying to hide himself from view as much as possible.

"Gentlemen."

Fury turned with his same stoic look and the more impressive man just walked over towards Fury and casually handed him a $10 bill. Looking at it, he put it into his pocket, before walking around the table. The tall man was walking towards the computers Fury previously was standing at, looking quite confused. The director walked over towards the other man, holding his hand out for a handshake, which the man flinched at before before taking the hand and shaking it.

"Doctor, thank you for coming." Fury said, whilst shaking his hand.

The doctor, Banner, he finally realized, said, "Thanks for asking nicely. So uh... how long am I staying?"

"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the wind."

"Where are you with that?" Harry and Banner asked at the same time.

Banner and the other man finally seemed to have noticed him. Ignoring the looks Harry stared at Fury. He nodded and walked over towards one of the railings, pointing towards Coulson.

"We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, lap tops, if it's connected to a satellite it's eyes and ears for us." Coulson answered, looking over his shoulder.

"That's still not gonna be enough to find them in time." the woman from before spoke up, kneeling besides a computer reading 'Barton, Clinton'.

"You have to narrow your field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?"

"How many are there?"

Banner paced around the room, "Call every lab you know. Tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for Gamma Rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places."

"I can help with that." Harry again spoke up from his place at the door.

Banner looked at him and nodded, "Do you have a place for us to work?"

Fury stood up from his reclined position, "Agent Romanoff, could you show Dr. Banner and Potter to their laboratory, please?"

Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff, former Russian assassin. Harry glanced at her wearily as she nodded and approached Banner.

"You're gonna love it Doc, we got all the toys." she said, not even paying him a passing glance.

She strode out of the lab with purpose, causing Banner to give him a quizzical look. He just shrugged and followed after, Banner hot on his heels.

After getting everything set up, Harry took off his jacket, plopped his suitcase on the table, and cracked his knuckles. Ignoring Banner's strange looks he unlatched the suitcase. In it was a bunch of research equipment, an M9 Beretta, and a beautiful silver wristwatch, which he put on his wrist. Getting some of the research equipment, her closed the suitcase and placed it on the floor. Looking up at Banner, he grinned.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Banner. My name is Harry Potter, and I'll be your lab partner for the foreseeable future."

Banner looked him up and down, "Please just uh... call me Bruce. Forgive me if I'm coming off as rude, but uh.. what are you're qualifications?"

Harry grinned and leaned forward, "I graduated from the University of Manchester in 2009. Graduated early with my bachelors in Business and Finance. Been into tinkering with stuff since I was about 9, wasn't able to do anything of the sort until I was about 12 or 13, give or take. Really good with science stuff, never really wanted to go to school for it, more of a passion, yeah? I run a technology company and sometimes I get employee's like 'how are you so good at science and technology you went to school for Business and Finance'. Never know what to tell them, always been pretty good with this stuff. But I pick up on things very quickly, and I have a very high IQ, and eidetic memory, when my brain wants to work with me. Sorry, did not mean to go on that rant. Let's get to work."

As the two of them were working away, Romanoff and the other man, who now that he was dressed as Captain America, he recognized as Steven Rogers. He paid them little mind and kept working on trying to find the Tesseract.