"And this is your citation Mr. Potter, please make sure to pay your fine to the Town of Dawcettshire within the next two weeks. I hope you have a pleasant rest of your day, and please for the love of God...just get a permit next time you do something like this. This is getting ridiculous now," the female constable told Harry Potter as he stood in his pyjamas scratching his ass and yawning.

With a shrug, Harry took the citation and headed back inside his home. He lazily threw the citation down next to the messy pile of citations he had already accumulated. He marched through his small house back up to his bedroom and layed down on his bed. He made a glance towards the clock next to his bed. 10:26 am. Bloody hell, the police have no decency to wake a man at this hour. And to serve him a citation for "illegal construction"? Wasn't a man entitled to building a bonfire pit on his own property so he could burn his old clothes in? "What a bunch of wankers," Harry mumbled before drifting off, back to sleep.

When Harry rose himself, he glanced at the clock again and saw it was a little past one in the afternoon. Harry sluggishly made his way to the laundered pile of clothes that were stacked on a chair and pulled out a long tee shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and a clean pair of boxer briefs. Dressed now, he made his way out the front door and lazily sauntered down the neat little path through his front lawn. As he turned down the street he was greeted by the gazes of his neighbors; all the odd looks and mild revulsion made his day. He was the neighborhood odd hermit after all. He walked down his normal seven blocks or so and then was at his usual haunt, the local fish and chip shop.

"One usual coming up, Harry," the counter clerk called out to Harry as he made his way through the door. Harry loved that feeling of not even having to order, just having his usual already coming when he stepped through the door. It was efficient and sated his lazy soul. He sauntered down and collapsed into his usual seat by the window. The clerk ran his order out to him and Harry took the moment to take in his favorite lunchtime sight, four perfectly golden battered fish pieces and all the chips he could handle. A cold soda washed down his favorite lunchtime respite, just another perfect day in the life of Harry Potter.

"Mr. Potter?"

Harry turned his eyes to the sound next to him, a series of suits now crowded his corner of heaven. Oh bloody hell.

"That's the name."

"My name is Savannah Weatherton, I'm with the ICW." A very deep sigh let out from Harry, "Can you fuck off then?" The agent took his language in stride, "I'm here to ask for your help, the ICW is facing some verytroubling circumstances and we could really use your expertise on this matter."

"Piss off." He grumbled back, this day was slowly turning awful he thought to himself. "Hey, look buddy. We just need your help and then you can come back to this dull-drum, alright?" A male suit in the back responded, impatiently. Harry gave them a glare and then turned back to his remaining chips. "I told you Paul that wouldn't work," Savannah scolded her accomplice. "Mr. Potter, it would be much easier if you just came with us and heard us out. Otherwise we could come back to your house and pester you. Repeatedly, for days on end. For weeks." A sweet saccharine smile was all Harry saw as his eyes narrowed into Savannah. With a shove of chips into his mouth and then a swallow of his soda, Harry got up and turned to them, "Well then lead on, there's a good football match on tonight and I have no intention of missing it." Savannah smiled at her accomplice Paul as Harry made and the rest flowed out the door. Savannah and Paul waved their wands and the chip shop that previously had forgotten all about the small corner by the window now realized there was a table there. "How did you know that would work?" Paul asked as he and Savannah prepared to Portkey back to headquarters. With a smile, Savannah told her secret, "Director Granger told me that would probably be the trick."

The International Confederation of Wizards headquarters in Bern was busy as always on a Tuesday. Hustle and bustle filled the cavernous rooms and halls. But then a cry from one end went up, "It's Harry Potter!" All commotion ceased as eyes turned towards Harry and the entourage of ICW personnel that were following him. Then the commotion increased to fivefold it had been at before. Shouts and screams of adoration and delight as Harry Potter made his way through the main entrance of the ICW. Different languages flooded Harry's ears in the same way that a tsunami causes a little water damage to beachfront property. The quagmire of people seemed to thicken as he got to the start of the ICW main offices. Security waved him through in a mix of stunned silence and giddy fanboying. Finally the screams died down, but it seemed he had only crossed from one ring of hell to the next: awaiting him by the elevators was Pansy Parkinson.

"Well, look who it is, Mr. Potter himself."

"Hello, Pansy." They both got in the elevator and Pansy pressed a button.

"Could you not have just crawled into a darker corner and made it harder for us to find you? Seeing you always seems to ruin my day."

"I'll be sure to try much harder next time."

"I'm sure you will. Now, Director Granger has asked for you and I will take you to her office."

"Hermione? She's Director? Wait, of what?"

"She's Director of Operations for the ICW. Shouldn't you keep up with your friends a little better?"

Harry just grunted in response, but something else dawned on him, "Why are you taking me to her? Are you her secretary?"

Pany just looked at the ground and flustered in response.

"Holy shit you are. Karma's a bitch isn't it?"

"Oh look we're here."

The doors swung open and Harry was immediately assaulted by chaos. People ran back and forth as loud shouts of orders and information filled the air. "We need to deploy two more squads to solve the crisis in the Algiers! No, I don't think we need to deploy five! I'm asking for two!"

"The ICW can't intervene on their behalf unless they first agree to it, otherwise it's an invasion of a sovereign state." Harry heard a voice run by him as it screamed into an Auto-Dictation quill. Harry gave a look to Pansy. With a roll of her eyes, she waved Harry to follow her and so he went. Pansy led him through the chaos and to a solitary door set in the wall at the far end of the department. Harry followed Pansy to a dark wooden door and Pansy opened it with a heave. If the main room had been chaos, this office was a chaos storm that had been spinning for the past several centuries. Stacks of papers, manilla folders, parchment was strewn across the room and Harry was pretty sure there were pieces of memos floating around the room like leaves in the wind.

"What could possibly be more important than making sure the ICW's very own rules and regulations are followed by its very own people?" Hermione screamed into a phone. Harry now realized the large pile of papers at the back of the room was actually the arch of the doorway that led to Hermione's proper office, it was just decorated with stacks and stacks of paper that formed a lovely arch.

"Did you enchant that paper arch to stay up like that?" Harry whispered to Pansy. Pansy rolled her eyes at Harry's wonder at the mundane marvel, and instead balled up a sheet of paper and threw it at Hermione. With the paper ball hitting Hermione across the face, Hermione whipped her head fast and was about to tear into Pansy only to see Pansy pointing at Harry standing there. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back. Do what I said or it's on your head," Hermione abruptly finished the conversation before dashing over to Harry and launching into a big hug.

"You came!" Hermione said ecstatically. Her hugs were usually crushing but Harry assumed that his ribs almost breaking was due to the fact that they hadn't seen each other in nearly a year.

"Well your suits did threaten to disturb the peace of a private citizen for the next century…" Harry retorted. Hermione just waved that off with a smile, "I knew that would work, so are you ready for your assignment?"

"Whoa whoa whoa, I said I would hear what's going on, not that I would be signing up for anything," Harry said, wanting to put the proverbial cork back in the bottle. Hermione just sighed as if Harry's refusal was just some speed bump in her master plan. "Pansy, read him in will you."

"Yes, Director. Approximately one week ago, a group of wizards seized an old fort near Madrid, Spain. They have demanded that all muggles in the area be forced out of the area and the creation of an independent Magical country be established. The Spanish Muggle and Magical governments have asked us to resolve the situation due to recent civil strife in the country that takes precedence."

"Don't you people hire all those people outside this office to handle this kind of thing?" Harry said, pointing to all the chaos outside the office.

"Well this fort happened to hold some old Dark reliquaries that the ICW hasn't exactly gotten to disposing of…"

Harry sighed at this, "This entire organization is incompetent." Hermione gave him a glare. "Except you Mione, you're the great hope for our doomed kind," he finished in a droll tone. Hermione rolled her eyes, "Your attitude never was conducive to this kind of work, Harry." Harry gave a grin, "Well you got me there." Hermione seemed to let out a sigh for all of mankind as she muttered, "Master of Death and he just wants to laze about his house for all of eternity. Nevermind, all of the potential good he could do…" Not wanting to get that argument started again, "Okay Hermione, so you want to send in the dude who can't die and who can't possibly be overpowered by a bunch of lunatic wizards who have access to dark artifacts. I get that, but what do I get out of it?"

Pansy interjected at this, "Merlin, Potter you never change. This is the what? Fourteenth time the ICW has called on you? Probably double that for personal favors for Hermione. Do you really need to get paid? Aren't you heir to like a bajillion Galleons? You're starting to make me think Snape was right about you."

Harry gave a fake pout to Pansy, "Is a working man not entitled to compensation for his hard labors?"

Pansy snorted, "Hard labors...sure fighting a bunch of lunatics with the power of death itself at your fingertips, must be like a fourteen hour shift at the coal mine."

Harry snickered, "Well I suppose I could always just tell the Spanish Air Force that they have a fantastic way to use those bombs rusting away."

Hermione decided to stop the two immature adults in the room, "Harry, we don't want to lose face to the Spanish government. Look, I'll put in some calls and get the Dawcettshire police force to ignore all the complaints they get about it for a bit."

Harry perked up at the sound of months of being able to do what he wanted at his home. "Alright, Mione. You got yourself a deal. A bunch of dead lunatics coming up." And with a whistle in his step, Harry walked to the door and apparated out of the office causing the building to shake and rumble like an earthquake.

A stressed looking man rushed to the doorway. "Director Granger! Someone just apparated out of the building! They nearly shattered all the wards on the way out! Those were master Goblin wards! What the hell happened?"

"It's fine. I'm sure the wards will be stabilized momentarily. Get back to work now," Hermione waved the man off. The man looked unconvinced being waved off back to his desk, but relented. Letting out a deep stressed sigh, "I really wish he would stop doing that. It always scares the pants off the newbies. It's not like it would kill him to walk an extra hundred feet."

Pansy gave out a similarly exasperated sigh, "His laziness knows no bounds. At least he didn't shatter the ward scheme this time." Hermione just gave her a look, before turning back to the mountains of work she had. Pansy let out one last sigh, "Who could have guessed the Master of Death would be such an ass to deal with."

"Oh my god there's body parts everywhere. Oh my god I think I'm going to be sick…"

Hermione sighed, hearing a worker's complaints, as she made her way through the old Spanish fort. ICW personnel went about their jobs and milled around the carnage. She and Pansy deftly walked around the blood and the body parts that seemed to come from way more than the reported ten wizards. Newbies and lily-white ICW officials hunched over and chucked up their lunches. Pansy had a sneer on that could rival Snape, but chiding her for deriving pleasure from her coworkers misfortunes was for another time. Plus, these ICW officials should be used to this by now.

"Director Granger, we have the culprit over here. We need your approval for extradition back to Paris so we arrest him for vigilantism, wanton destruction, and-" an ICW captain says stepping forward with a confident smile on his face.

"We asked him to take care of this. You will release him at once, Captain," Pansy cut him off. The captain's smile disappears and he gives her a look, but Pansy continued, "I'm sure if you make it back to your office you will see an owl with specific instructions to allow Mr. Potter to do what he does." The captain's face made clear he definitely did not take well to being told how he failed at his job, but he relented. He gave a nod to his subordinates and then irons on Harry's hands dropped clean off.

"How nice of you to humor them and leave them alive, truly a kind soul," Pansy sarcastically said to Harry, making sure to be loud enough for the embarrassed captain to hear. Harry just yawned, "Only so much bloodshed can happen in one day for me to stay healthy."

"Speaking of bloodshed, I feel like this requires some explaining, Harry," Hermione scolded him. Harry shrugged, "Turns out some of those reliquaries summoned Inferi, then the wizards didn't want to go down easily...it just escalated really quickly."

"Harry, could you have found a less violent way of dealing with them?" Hermione asked with a slight frown. Harry harrumphed and then offered, "Next time I'll take the extra time to do something more sanitary?" Hermione gave a slight smile at that. "In Potter's defense, this isn't really that bad of a scene. I think we just have too green a staff at the ICW," Pansy said, surprising Harry and Hermione by coming to Harry's defense. "Well not everyone has to grow up during a civil war, Pansy," Hermione argued but upon seeing one of her underlings dry heaving at the prospect of picking up flesh continued, "but you do make a point about how green our people are."

"Vindicated at last," Harry muttered. Hermione gave him an evil eye. "Well seeing as my work here is done, I think I'll get back in time for that football match. Toodles, Hermione and Pansy," Harry said moving in for a quick hug and kiss on the cheek with Hermione. Hermione moved to open her mouth to stop him, but he apparted not a second after parting with Hermione. "He's always too quick to bugger off back home…" Hermione lamented. Pansy could only nod in agreement.

"I'm sorry he didn't stick around, but he does have a bit of an independent streak to him," Hermione said out loud. Pansy chirped up, "Not that we could stop him if we wanted."

"Is he controllable?" a mysterious voice behind them asked.

They both turned to see an opposing pair of a one eyed black man and a brunette.

"Director Fury," Hermione said, acknowledging Nick Fury as he approached her and Pansy. "Well controlling Harry hasn't actually been a possible option since...forever now that I think about it." Hermione mused. Nick tensed, "He seems to follow your orders however." Pansy laughed, "Well she is his oldest friend and we tend to ask him to stop world ending events. Can't really turn those down, can you?"

Fury didn't respond to Pansy. He looked around the wreckage of the old fort and then turned back to Hermione and Pansy, "Just how powerful is he?" Hermione replied simply, "Immensely." The brunette finally piped up, "I have a green friend that could probably go twelve rounds with him." Pansy laughed at this while Hermione let out a polite chuckle. "That Hulk fellow? I don't think you quite get it, he is the Master of Death. He could kill anyone with a snap of his fingers. He is impossible to kill. He has powers that couldn't even be measured by divine standards. He is the literal embodiment of death," Pansy laughed at the brunette. "Seems rather dangerous for him to be just running around freely then," the brunette shotback. Hermione smiled, "We will never have to worry about that. He's Harry." Pansy smiled and said the same, "He's Harry." Hermione and Pansy took this as their leave and went back to their jobs, leaving the two SHIELD members by themselves to survey the carnage.

"What do you think, Agent Hill?" Fury asked. Maria looked around and then came to a conclusion, "If they're right then we have no countermeasure against him and basically have to hope he never decides that he's done being a good guy. Maybe the entire team...if we called in everyone could stop him? But I tend to think that they're exaggerating. We'd have to have more combat data on him." Fury nodded his head at Hill's assessment, but on the back of his neck his hairs prickled at the question that now was occupying his mind: how do you stop death?

"That's 3 full points for Manchester City as they stomp Crystal Palace, four to nil!"

A beer can hit the wall behind the television at the announcer's words. "Bunch of fucking wankers…" was mumbled as Harry left his perch on the sofa. The Spain incident had occurred a week ago and true to her word, Hermione had gotten the local police to leave Harry alone. "At least Brighton lost…" Harry mumbled as he went to fetch another can of beer. Except there was a knock at the door. At nine at night. Normally, most people would see this as a robbery attempt and call the police, but Harry wasn't exactly most people. Harry walked to the door and opened it with a big swing, "What do you blokes want?"

A large black man, a brunette, and a redhead stood there. "Well this isn't the foursome I ordered, but I guess it'll do." The redhead rolled her eyes, while the brunette seemed to blush a little. However, the big black man stared at him with his one eye.

"Mr. Potter, I am Director Fury of SHIELD. This is Agent Romanov and Agent Hill. We were wondering if we could come in and have a little chat," Nick Fury asked. Harry took a look at them and responded, "If I say no, will you actually accept that as no?" Fury gave a look. "Well let's get this over with, I still have football on the DVR."

The SHIELD trio entered the small home only to be immediately met with a wave of bachelor pad sights and smells. "Oh yeah, mind the mess, I guess. So what can I do for you three?"

"We saw the results of your operation with the ICW. We believe you have a skillset that could be a significant asset to our organization." Harry gave him a look and then let out a laugh, "Oh this is for a job, well my answer is no." Fury wouldn't have that though, "Mr. Potter you have skills that could do this world a lot of good and save a lot of lives." Harry took a sip out of an orange juice carton then threw it back in the fridge. "Yeah that whole, be the hero, be a good person schtick doesn't work with me anymore. If you know the ICW, you must know my personnel file. I'm retired from being a hero, being the save everyone kind of guy."

"So a person falls down in the street, you don't go to help them?" Agent Hill asked. Harry let out a sigh, "What if I said I don't go help them?" Harry stared for a moment and then said with some annoyance, "The whole saving people guilt trip thing stopped working a long time ago." Harry did some mumbling and carousing that none of the SHIELD agents dare disrupt. "What even is this organization of yours?" Harry followed up with. "We represent SHIELD, an international organization to secure peace on Earth and we were surveying you for possible admission to our Avengers Initiative. We hope to gather people with extraordinary gifts to help protect the world from extraordinary threats," Agent Romanov said. Fury gave her a look for spilling their hand. Harry gave a slight smile, "Looks like one of you actually remembered Mione's advice." Harry looked up in thought for a second. "I take it that you have been tailing me and trying to figure out if I'm a threat or not," Harry said. Agent Romanov gave a nod of her head. "What are the chances One Eye lets me carry along like I have been?" Harry asked now, getting closer and directing all his attention to Romanov. "He's a bit stubborn about things not under his grasp," she replied, meeting Harry's gaze. "And I take it you realize that's the opposite way to motivate me?" Harry asked. Romanov just smiled.

"Well here's what I'll do then. You all leave me the fuck alone, but I give you my number. You run into a situation you can't handle, call me and maybe I can help. You call me everyday, and I'll vanish or worse," Harry said then surveyed the room for responses, but didn't get one. "Also caveat. Femme fatale over here is my handler. You need me, she calls. You want to talk, she's the mouthpiece. I'm not gonna deal with big wigs and old farts like One Eye. Deal?"

Fury looked a bit incensed but hid it well. He gave Romanov a look then a nod, and Romanov spoke. "Alright Magic Boy, you got yourself a deal. Be good on your end or we sic the pencil pushers." Natasha extended a hand and Harry shook it. "I like you, I really do. But now it's time for more football, so get out," and with a grin Harry waved his hands and the three SHIELD agents found themselves on the corner.

"Did he just teleport us outside?" Hill asked. "Pretty sure that's the only explanation," Romanov answered. The three SHIELD agents made their way to a parked black SUV and got in and were underway back to the US momentarily. An awkward silence reigned over the car for the first couple of miles, but Hill broke it, "So that didn't go at all as planned, but overall a success?" Fury rolled his head and gave her a stare from the driver's seat. Fury broke his gaze and then turned to Natasha in the passenger seat, "Romanov, you do realize what you just signed up for don't you? You did read his file right?" Natasha gave a smirk, "I fetched the Hulk, what's a wizard to him?"

"Well the Hulk can smash, but the 'Wizard' can kill a city with a snap of his fingers and can't ever die," Fury responded. "And it's very possible that we haven't even seen remotely close to the peak of his abilities," Agent Hill added, "with the information we have been able to get from the ICW, Director Granger, and other wizards around the world, we could very well be dealing with a man who could snap his fingers and kill off an entire world."

"Well hopefully we never have to run into someone who would do that."

Silence punctured by cries. It was all Romanov could hear as the dust settled. She thought she could literally hear the ashes as they wafted down. Half the world's population was gone in an instant. She looked over to the Captain and saw him with his head hung low and the thought of failure deep in his face. Thor, Banner, War Machine, Okoye, and M'Baku gathered close as the Raccoon slumped against the tree she was sitting on.

Death.

She thought she had seen enough of that in her lifetime. If this had been a happier outcome, she might have ruminated on it.

But they hadn't won. They had lost.

What more was there to be said?

A loud crack ripped through the air as a man emerged from nowhere and lunged straight for Romanov, his hand grabbing her by the neck and pinning her against a tree.

"What the fuck did you all do?"

The other Avengers and allies all squared up with their weapons pointed at the man in the black robe.

"Why are they all dead? Why didn't you call me?" He shouted at Natasha, not paying any mind to the semi-circle of people who pressed closer to him. "I don't know who you are, but if you're with Thanos we will not hesitate to kill you," Steve told Harry as he held Natasha still. Natasha got respite as Harry let her down, and gave Rogers a cold look over his shoulder. Natasha felt a deathly aura surround the place. Natasha almost lost her breath as it overwhelmed her in an instant, stronger than the feeling of a billions and trillions that just died. Death. She had thought known of death before. This chill made her realize otherwise.

"Don't Potter, they're just defending me. They don't know anything about you," Natasha said, catching her breath with some panicked words. Harry seemed to relax a little and Natasha could actually catch her breath and relax now. The oppressive aura Harry exuded rescinded away, leaving the feeling of their failure once again.

"Who exactly is this man?" Okoye asked, not relenting on her spear. "This is Harry Potter, wizard," Natasha answered, unsure how exactly to at first. "What like the Sorcerer Strange?" Thor asked. Nat looked down at this, "Not quite. This is Harry Potter, the Master of Death itself." Thor instantly lowered himself into a ready stance, "The Master of Death? No person should hold that power, it has not even been whispered of since Midgard was young." Harry just smirked and gave an eye over the shoulder to Thor. Thor thought himself mad at first as he saw into Harry's eyes. But he knew what he saw. Out of a sudden strike of fear and mortality, Thor's eyes quickly roamed Harry's body and slowly focused on the Wand in Harry's hand, the small Ring on Harry's finger, and the Cloak that rippled in and out existence at Harry's back. Thor's hands shook and his throat let loose a nervous swallow, drawing the attention of the other Avengers and friends.

Harry, however, had already ignored Thor's antics and turned back to Natasha, "I'm going to get answers from Fury." And then with a crack he was gone. Nat let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. The tension slowly dissolving, Steve gave her a tap on the shoulder and a reassuring look. Natasha just nodded that she was okay. But Thor, with a grave look in his eyes, now had questions, "Widow, how do you know the Master of Death?" Even Steve was curious at this one as his eyes turned to Natasha with all the others. "Well because I am his minder and have been technically for a while now. Did you really think SHIELD wouldn't have kept tabs on him?" Natasha answered, slowly returning to her more usual self.

"What is the Master of Death?" Banner asks curiously. "He is the only one who Death treats as its own equal. He is the only one to ever beat Death, the only being that can wield the infinite power of Death itself," Thor answered. "Like Thanos," muttered Captain. Thor shook his head at Captain's words, these mortals could not understand the difference. "And he happens to be a very skilled wizard," Nat chimed in. "God, I can see why Quill had to get off this planet...everyone is crazy here," Rocket muttered.

"Wait like a wizard like Dr. Strange?" Banner asked. "Different kind of magic apparently, but Potter hasn't ever really explained," Natasha responded. Banner got a little look on his face, "How well do you know him?" It seemed this really peaked the interest of the Captain and the others. "I know his first name, last name, his address, and a general idea of his abilities. That's it."

"That's it?" the Raccoon asked, a little incredulous. "In the years since I was assigned to him, I have tried several times to get to know some more information on him. His fellow magical people don't dare to even let slip what his favorite color is and trying to to talk to him in person usually ends with me getting teleported to a different continent," Natasha responded

"So we have a man with unknown powers randomly show up and start to boss us around?" Okoye asked. "Yeah that's basically what's going to happen from here on out," Natasha offered her.

The remaining Avengers and friends turned to Harry who had just apparated back to them, holding what looked like a beeper. "Fury and Hill are dead, but Fury left you all the contingency plan. Funny, he had one that didn't involve me. So. New plan: we let me get some stuff from home. We contact Fury's contingency to see if it can help us find Thanos. Then get to Thanos, kill Thanos, destroy Gauntlet, and reverse it all."

"Wait how do you know everything that just happened?" Banner asked. Harry shrugged, "I read your surface thoughts when I got here to get a glimpse of what was going on." Everyone looked shocked and protests were about to emerge but Harry interrupted them again. "Okoye and M'Baku, go check on your people and prepare to be the law in the absence of...everything. The rest of you…" He trailed off before grabbing people in quick success and then with a bang was gone with the rest of them, leaving just M'Baku and Okoye.

"What a rude man… but he has a point," Okoye said, slightly disgruntled. M'Baku shrugged, "Better here than on a goose chase."

Back in a quiet, now unusually quiet, part of England, a small bang heralded the arrival of unwilling travelers outside of a small house. Harry took it in stride and was already walking to the house shouting at his unwilling compatriots splayed out on the ground, "Come on lolly-gaggers, just a quick stop." Captain was first on his feat and the rest of the crew followed after him quickly, curious or perhaps wanting to slap Harry upside the head.

Natasha was familiar enough with the small home and as the others explored the sty of a home she headed towards the fridge and was searching through it. Captain and Banner gave her a weird look, she looked back and said, "He keeps good stuff in here." Both gave looks of stupor and incredulity in response. "Do all humans live in such disastrous conditions as Quill and this man?" Rocket asked the ensemble. War Machine, his inner soldier aghast at the state of the house, "No, this is worse than a raccoon den. No offense." Rocket just mumbled, "What even is a raccoon?"

Harry reemerged now donning a long military style jacket and a small rucksack over his back and then caught sight of Natasha raiding his fridge, "Close the damn door, I pay good money for this electricity." He threw the rucksack on a small table and then went to rummage through a trunk on the other side of the room.

The entourage was shocked to see Harry seemingly walk into said trunk. Eyes met eyes and it seemed the days shocking events were catching up to the heroes as their disbelief permeated the room. Except for Natasha who stood there eating some pieces of cake. All eyes slowly stared at her acceptance of this lunacy to which Natasha just shrugged, "What? It's some pretty good cake." Thor seemed interested and stole a piece as well, returning to his compatriots perplexed faces. Taking a bite, Thor gives an impressed eyebrow raise, "This is some good cake."

A small sack comes flying out of the open trunk followed by another. Harry emerged a second later and the trunk closed and locked itself behind him. "Alright, I got my stuff. We can move out," he announces. He seems to hesitate a moment as he stares at the several small bags and rucksacks he has. He shrugs and then stuffs them all into the original rucksack he found and turns to Natasha, "When we fix this all, don't tell Hermione. She always rants about nesting Space Expansion Charms." Natasha gives him a sarcastic wink that his secret is safe. The Avengers and company watch in awe as the mundane almost sitcom like situation unfolds before them.

Harry eventually turns to the assembled Avengers and says, "Alright, good to go. Who knows how to activate this thingy?" Harry then holds what can only be described as a pager displaying a 90's era Captain America logo. The Avengers draw close and take a look at it. "It's got your symbols, so do your thing," Harry says, tossing it to Captain America. Captain America delicately catches it and gives one look before saying, "Absolutely no idea." Harry gives a large frown.

"Well this is a pager, and Cap was on ice when these were around," Rhodey says taking a step forward and taking the pager in his hands. "This one's pretty odd for a one-way, only has one button... but this has been sending a page for a while now," Rhodey says, as he looks at the screen. "So someone out there is receiving our message," Harry says, clarifying. Rhodey gives him a shrug.

"Do you guys have some kind of lair we can all go think at or something?" Harry says turning to Natasha. "No lairs in mountains or under the sea, but we do have a multi-billion dollar complex we call our headquarters," Natasha shoots back with a smile. "That'll do," I'll meet you all there. There's someone I want to talk to first," Harry says and then grabs his stuff together before looking at Natasha, "Key is where it usually is." Then with a pop he disappears.

The momentary amazement at the teleportation lasts a couple of seconds shorter this time, but is mostly broken by Natasha saying, "Alright, time to head home." As the Avengers file out of the, admittedly, dingy bungalow and start to hail SHIELD to come get them, Banner breaks the silence first, "So, you know where he keeps his house key?" Natasha replies coolly, "It's a long story." And then there is a silence for a moment before something in Cap makes him say, "Plenty of time." Natasha can only sigh.