This story will contain slash, and a polyfidelitous relationship between Steve, Tony, and Harry. There will be some dominance and submission, as well as creature instincts and very queer characters. I will post the explicit scenes on archive of our own, but this is your warning. I don't appreciate flames, so if you don't want to read something like this, don't fucking read this story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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Elven Blessed: Chapter One

His feet flew over the grass soundlessly, a precious bundle clutched in his arms as he ran. He could see the barrier of the wards, and the way they shimmered in the dark. Magic was beautiful in every form, and had he the time, he would have paused to stare at the interwoven strands of color. Had he a few hours, he may have even taken the time to carefully pick apart the strands and disentangle the master wards simply to watch them fall away and dissipate into nothing.

But he didn't have time tonight. In fact, he had very little time left at all as he watched the wards brighten and react to his presence. He cursed, swiftly moving his bundle to one hand and raising the free one. His lips moved quickly and words of old power filled the field as lights lit up the cottage behind him. A woman was yelling as another figure appeared in the field, stepping from the shadows as silent as the snow falls. The two nodded to each other as the door to the cottage was pulled open.

A loud ripping sound filled the air and wind rose from nothing as the first man dropped his hand. Before him was a tear; a gaping hole into everything and nothing, one he had made himself. His eyes flashed red as a lethal spell flew towards him, and he stepped into the tear with the bundle. The sound of ripping filled the field again as the tear seemed to sew itself back together, leaving no trace of the man and his bundle.

All that was left was a sobbing woman, and a figure watching from the shadows with a smirk.

-.-.-.-

There were very few things that would push Harry Potter to kidnapping, but a man had to take drastic measures in times like these. His mouth was set in a grim frown as he reread the letter delivered to him not ten minutes ago. It was a court summons for January 13th.

To Mr. Harry Potter,

You are hereby summoned to courtroom 15 for a hearing on January 13th to discuss your right to your current title of godfather to one Edward Remus Lupin. Failure to attend the hearing will result in an automatic forfeit of your rights as godfather.

Sincerely,
Marie S. Jerome
Head of Ministry Court Affairs

Harry had known Andromeda wasn't happy with him, and he had known the woman felt he wasn't fit to be Teddy's godfather, but he never in his wildest thoughts, believed she would try something like this. The wizard quickly rolled up the parchment and tucked it into his jacket, glancing at his watch as he did so.

It was quite a curious watch he was wearing, unique in and of itself, and the only one of its kind. There were three rings to separate the face of the watch into three different sections. In the outermost ring of the watch there were 14 moons etched an equal distance from each other. Each moon was made of polished pearl and labeled with a character of some kind below it. In the second most ring there were six planets made of a variety of gems in deep reds, oranges, and purples. Each of the planets was labeled with a character as well. The innermost circle was filled with two suns at the top and bottom of the ring. Each sun was made of magic imbued citrine at the center and surround by a small circle of gold. The suns were not labeled, unlike the rest of the watch. There were four hands on the surface; two pointing to two separate moons, one to a planet, and one to a sun. The background of the watch was a deep navy blue, much like the color of the sky as the stars are beginning to appear, and the rings were made of silver.

The entire thing was worth more than most people owned in their entire lifetime, and only three people in the world could read it. Harry being one of those people was checking the time because he was waiting for a caravan that was supposed to arrive bearing….unsavory goods.

Harry was currently camped out somewhere in the Sahara Desert. The families that controlled trade within the small villages scattered around the wasteland were powerful, and they were currently using their power to trade young girls around the villages and towns. Harry had been hired by the locals to….take care of the men in whatever way he saw fit. It had taken every extra coin from every person in several of the villages, but they had managed to scrape together the money to afford his fees. Harry had already dealt with the more troublesome families; now there was simply the business of ending the caravan and returning the girls to the safety of their homes.

The wizard quickly packed up what little supplies he had brought with him, rolling up his bed role and placing his journal in the worn leather backpack he carried everywhere. Magic is a blessing, he thought as the interior of the bag simply expanded to allow his items to fit. Having packed everything up, Harry then turned towards the myriad of weapons he had laid out on a cloth in the sand in preparation for the caravan coming his way. There were six daggers of varying lengths, two wands, and his personal favorite, Issthero.

Issthero was a battle axe the man had made with his own hands under the careful watch of a weapons master he had befriended three years ago. Named for a famous warrior known for his skill in battle, the axe was smooth on one side, jagged on the other, and as unique as the mercenary's watch.

Harry strapped the daggers on with the ease of practice; one to each thigh, one to each ankle hidden within his boots, and two for the small of his back. Issthero was then secured to his back with the leather straps of his armor. It wasn't truly armor, but rather a long leather jacket the fell to the back of his knees. There was a slit up the back of the jacket from the trim to his hips, allowing for optimal movement, and the sleeves had been carefully removed leaving a vest over his torso. There were six straps tying the front of the vest of chest, and from those straps Harry had attached more leather to run over his shoulder and secure Issthero.

The mercenary made an imposing figure in the dimming light, with his array of weaponry strapped to his body, his leather vest, and his combat boots. Harry easily slid his two wands into their holsters at his wrists, the white tattoos covering his arms pulsing eerily with magic. The tattoos were symbols of the same origin as the ones on his watch, and entirely indecipherable. Checking that his dreads were strapped in place securely, Harry grabbed his pack and disappeared into the shadows to wait, with nothing but a flash of crimson eyes as a reminder he had been there as he melded into the landscape.

-.-.-.-

Harry bent down and wiped his dagger on the shirt of one of the caravan drivers, quickly replacing it in his boot. Rubbing his chin and grimacing at the feel of stubble under his fingertips, the wizard quickly came to a decision. With this gig finished, he had a week to gather the materials he needed to put his new plan into action.

Rubbing the ring adorning his right ring finger, the wizard whispered something under his breath as he continued to walk through the carnage of the battle. "You called Master?"

"I have some work that requires your help, my friend." Harry murmured, turning to face his companion. The man was nudging a body with the toe of his boot, his black tresses falling out of his face as he lifted his head. The man had unnervingly black eyes with no color of any kind and no whites. Many felt that looking into those eyes for too long would result in him devouring your soul after sucking it out of you with his eyes. The man's, or perhaps creature's, skin was as pale as snow and just as cold were you to ever have the misfortune of touching him. He had long nails sharpened to points and painted as black as his eyes. Those nails were currently tapping out a rhythm on a bare skull he had procured from his pocket.

"How may I assist you, Master?" Harry frowned and gave the man an annoyed glare as he pulled the letter out of his vest.

"You know I hate it when you call me that Kolami." He grumbled as he handed the parchment towards his pale companion. The creature gave him a grin, showing off teeth as sharp as his nails.

"Ah, but I do love to needle you, Harry." Kolami teased as he quickly skimmed the parchment. His grin faded with each word he read, and the temperature rapidly dropped as the parchment was returned to Harry's hand. Silence reigned for a few moments, before it was broken by Kolami's outraged "That bitch!"

Harry nodded in agreement as he began to make his way through the bloody sand once more. "I did not expect her to do something like this, and now she is dangerous. I will not let her take my kin'osa from me, and I don't know what else she may try to do. We need to be prepared, even if that means going overboard. Kolami nodded as he fell into step with the wizard, his hands buried in the pockets of his black skinny jeans. "You remember the ritual we found a few months ago? The one Kimshyen was interested in." Kolami grunted his assent and Harry continued. "I need you to gather some of the ingredients for that ritual, most particularly the dementor blood, the tears from a fallen phoenix, and the ashes of a god long gone." Kolami stopped; his unnerving eyes boring into Harry's skull.

"That ritual is irreversible, Harry. If anything—anything goes wrong with it, you cannot go back." The mercenary's shoulders squared as he stared up at his companion.

"It will be a back-up. If everything goes wrong with my plan, it will be my absolute last resort." The creature nodded, though he looked hardly happy with Harry's decision. "Will you help me, Kolami?"

"Of course Master."

-.-.-.-

"Enter." Fury commanded after hearing the respectful knock on the door to his office. He was currently sifting through the report of the latest mission Natasha had returned from, and he needed a break from all the paperwork. He was a man of action, not one of files and folders. Placing the manila folder to the side, Fury relaxed back into his chair and faced Agent Hill.

The woman was standing at attention in front of his desk, waiting for permission to give her report. Fury nodded his head, and she immediately began to speak. "The tech crew has picked up reports of energy fluctuations in Devil's Hole state park. We managed to get a radius of about 10 miles where we suspect the center of the energy is coming from. The wave lengths have been growing in speed and size over the last hour, sir, and they appear to be pulsing to some sort of rhythm. They also bear a striking resemblance to the wavelengths the Tesseract produced." Fury frowned as Agent Hill finished her report. Thor had taken that godforsaken Tesseract back to his world along with his chain bound brother. If there was another Tesseract, they needed to act quickly lest it fall into the wrong hands. Fury would rather avoid having another power hungry god on his hands. Not to mention the leverage it would give them against unsavory creatures that might pop up the way Thor had, for example.

"Send a unit of soldiers out with the tech crew and have them locate the center of the pulses. When they've got some coordinates for me, I want the center surrounded. We don't know what's going to happen, so make sure it's our best soldiers going out. And I want Barton and Romanoff suited up for this as well." Agent Hill nodded and immediately took off to deploy the teams. Fury sighed and rubbed his temples. Perhaps paperwork wasn't such a bad thing after all.

-.-.-.-

Teddy,

Do you remember the girl in your second grade class—Madison, I believe her name was—who liked to wear dresses every day and was always being teased? You remember all the questions you had about her, and the things we talked about afterwards? I am like Madison, and your grandmother does not like it. She wants to take me away from you, but you are my kin'osa, and I will not let that happen. Keep this locket with you cub, it will heat up when I am coming for you. Be ready.

Love,

Razkel

Teddy let out an excited shout, though it was muffled by his pillow. His little legs kicked the bed wildly as he quickly clasped the locket around his neck and tucked it beneath his sleep shirt. He was going to get to see Harry again!

-.-.-.-

Harry fell from the tear and landed in a crouch as he tucked Teddy in close to his body. Something had obviously gone wrong with the ritual, judging by their surroundings. They had landed in a snowy clearing of some kind, and it was completely closed off by heavily armed agents, all of whom were pointing their weapons at the two of them. Harry's fangs and claws were rapidly growing and his eyes were bleeding red.

"Put down your weapons and put your hands in the air!" A man with an eye patch yelled, his weapon trained on the wizard. Harry growled long and loud, his lips twisting into a snarl as he slid one leg behind him, easily falling into a defensive crouch.

"Teddy," the wizard murmured as his godson opened his eyes. "Remember how I showed you to pool your magic into something?" The little boy nodded slightly and Harry felt his heart settle a little. "I want you to pool all your magic into that locket. It will keep you safe, and whatever you do, stay close to me." Teddy nodded determinedly, clutching the golden locket with his fingers as he began to pool his magic. Harry gently set the child on his feet, ignoring the obvious shock the agents had at seeing the boy. With his hands raised, Harry closed his eyes, and then chaos reigned.

-.-.-.-

In all his years working for SHIELD, Coulson had seen a lot of crazy shit. He had seen a gentle scientist morph into a raging green monster. He had personally met a god face to face. He had watched his childhood hero come back from the dead as scientists had melted the ice encasing him, and he had even watched a creature and a child fall from a hole in the sky, but nothing came close to what this—this thing was doing now.

It had started with a pulse. A single ripple of something that extended out from the wind, ripping through the ground and knocking several agents off their feet as the earth bucked beneath them. Then the man was gone, merely a blur in the snow as he attacked with a massive axe nearly six inches taller than himself. The child stayed close to him, though Coulson couldn't comprehend how either of them could move so quickly.

Blood ran freely and shots echoed throughout the clearing. It was terrifying how easily the creature wielded his weapon, slicing through sinuous muscle and bone as if it were butter. Agents fell left and right around him, and though it was obvious he bore injuries of his own, the creature showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Coulson's eyes soon found the child once more, a frown falling across his lips as an idea bloomed in his mind.

It was cruel, what he intended to do, but their agents were being slaughtered left and right, and he had to do something.

Lifting his gun, Coulson took aim and fired one shot.

-.-.-.-

Teddy's scream rang out loud and clear, and Harry felt his blood freeze. Time seemed to slow as he watched a bullet rush towards his precious cub. The deadly metal never made its mark, but the action itself was enough to make Harry's iron control slip. And then he fell entirely.

With an almighty roar of rage, Harry charged towards the agent who had attacked his family, his axe swinging and his magic radiating out from him. The agent paled as he advanced, and Harry snarled in vicious satisfaction. How dare he attack Harry's family! He would pay dearly for his foolish actions.

Another agent jumped in his path, and Harry took him down with a dagger, tossing it with precision and slicing through the soldier's jugular. Issthero was dripping blood as Harry launched himself forward, cutting down another two agents in one clean sweep.

He was nearly on the agent, his bloody claws twitching with the urge to shred the man's skin layer by layer, when a terror filled scream rang out once more. The mercenary froze as he turned around, his body going numb at the sight that met him. In his rage, Harry had lost track of his godson, and an agent had taken advantage.

A thick forearm was wrapped around Teddy's neck, the boy's small fingers scrabbling at the agent as tears streamed down his cheeks. A gun was held to his cub's temple, the agent's finger dangerously close to pulling the trigger. Teddy's aura was gone, his magic having retreated in his terror. The boy was only six, and with a gun to his temple, there was no way Harry could expect to keep enough control over it to pool it into the locket.

"Don't!" Harry screamed, dropping Issthero as he started to run forwards. Immediately the agent's arm tightened and the previously frozen agents lifted their weapons, though they did not fire. Teddy gagged harshly and Harry froze mid step. He immediately began to raise his hands in surrender, his magic lashing out violently, though not attacking anyone—he could thank his thin, strained control for that. "Don't hurt him. Don't." Harry rasped in a voice rough with fury and fear. The mercenary couldn't breathe as he stared at his godson. His world had narrowed down to Teddy's violet, teary eyes, and his heart ached. His arms itched with the need to wrap the little werewolf in an embrace, and his hands tingled with the desperate urge to wring the agent's neck. He needed Teddy more than the boy knew and he would not—could not lose him now.

Venom poured down Harry's chin as the wizard struggled not to simply attack the agent with his fangs. Teddy whimpered as the agent roughly walked him backwards. Harry lurched forward as if attached to his godson with invisible rope, and immediately several guns cocked, and the agent flexed his finger threateningly.

"Don't move." The man with the eye patch ordered from somewhere several feet behind Harry. The vampire growled, a gunshot echoed in the field, and everything went black.