Avengers: Sorcerer of Fortune

Chapter Beta By super-sherlocked-gallifreyan

Chapter 01: The Path We Choose

Harry walked through the icy-snow streets of New York City with a cold expression. It wasn't as cold as Hogwarts' winters, but it was nonetheless cold.

It was almost strange to him, walking these streets.

If someone had asked him that question back when he was a student at Hogwarts, which for him was just two years ago, he would have laughed in that person's face. Now, however, he was an assassin for hire.

The Second Wizarding War against Voldemort, his Death Eaters, and the Ministry of Magic proved to be a disaster. It had turned, in everyone's opinion, for the worse, almost like it came out of someone's nightmare.

The Battle of Hogwarts was devastating. Everyone wasn't just fighting to protect him, they were fighting to protect their future.

However, the death toll was great. It would be amazing if they ever managed to recover.

However, that's not what caused Harry to work in the Muggle underworld. It was the final duel he had with Voldemort.

Their spells had clashed, and like before, their magic interacted with each other. From Harry's wand, or Draco's wand to be more accurate, Harry was casting a golden spell, one that he hadn't seen before. Form Voldemort, his killing curse had gone from green to pitch black.

Then there was that explosion. It wasn't an explosion as Muggles would have called it. It was more of a magical shockwave that seemed to have obliterate Voldemort instantly. Harry was thrown into the Great Lake.

When Harry crawled out the Great Lake, Hogwarts was gone and so were the people who were just there.

Harry had no idea what happened. He could only guess that their spells either cast him to an alternate place or the existence of magic was destroyed.

Harry didn't want to admit that it took him a long time to reach that conclusion, but it took him some time as he went to every magical place he'd been to only to find them empty, as if they never existed.

So, Harry set himself up as an assassin. It was really the only trade he could come up with. The only difference was that he was an assassin who hunted people like Voldemort.

It took him a full year to full prepare before he would tackle the underworld. He couldn't always use magic because of the Muggles and their technology. He had to find ways of killing without getting the wrong type of attention.

He was also using spells on himself to learn at a quicker and faster rate than normal. They were considered to be dark, but without the Ministry of Magic around to question him, he felt it was okay.

His body also grew too. He was no longer short and skinny. He was now a bit taller, standing a good five feet and ten inches. He was also very lean and had a cut stomach from all the Muggle exercise he had been doing for the past year.

It was then he decided to go on his first assignment.

A local drug lord, who had given the cops and neighborhood a bad name, was his first target. The only reason why the man wasn't put away was because there wasn't enough evidence to lock him up.

Harry knew his first assignment would be his toughest, so with a heavy heart, Harry set out to kill the renowned drug lord.

Not one who was used to public display, Harry grabbed his clothes and made custom clothing: all black with a hood that had a shadow spell on it to hide his face.

Harry managed to reach his target and even shoot him, but the problem was after that. A fire fight broke out, resulting in Harry being forced to kill almost everyone in the club before he managed to escape.

Ever since then, he was careful to pick his timing when going for the kill.

He had made a name for himself.

Cypher.

That's what he was being called, for he came and went, appearing as anyone, and disappearing as anyone. No one had anything on him and Harry like to keep it that way.

Though Harry's real education in the assassin's art came from the game Assassin's Creed. It was the game where he learned how to blend in and attack without being seen.

Harry sighed as he thought back on his life here.

It was hard. He had no friends, no connections; he was just a ghost in this world.

For Harry, he missed his friends. He missed everyone.

Harry quickly snapped out of his memories as he walked through the mean streets of New York City.

Without pause or a second glance, Harry pulled the trigger on his sniper and the loud bang erupted around him. Harry was pleased to see his mark went down like a tree.

Harry got up and left his job done, and he was quite happy knowing that he vanquish one more evil soul from this world.

Harry sighed as he once again sat at his table in a coffee shop. He sighed because the people he was targeting were becoming very easy to kill. In fact, they were hardly a challenge. Harry sighed as he wondered what he was going to do. Perhaps he should put his skills to use elsewhere. It seemed like he needed to change his profession again.

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you this special report. Tony Stark is missing after his convoy fell under attack by an unknown group of terrorists. The Military is not releasing any information…"

Harry got up his seat and quickly left. Determination filled his mind as he set out to Afghanistan.

Getting to Afghanistan was no simple task. For one thing, there were no direct flights to Afghanistan, and the second was the country was a warzone. That meant only troops went in, while the residence of the country were fleeing from the chaos. Those that could anyways. Harry knew there were many civilians trapped in the gunfire and many would not leave the homes of their ancestors.

So Harry flew to India, near Pakistan, before traveling northwest into Afghanistan.

It took Harry three weeks by foot, mostly because no one wanted to stop and help him because everyone around him was on edge.

Harry even saw remnants of bomb attacks in the many cities he passed by. What he saw made him sick.

In the end, Harry reached the site of where Tony Stark's convoy was attacked and looked around.

Harry could tell this attack was well coordinated and well planned. They had the details of the convoy's location and time, as well as its fighting strength. Harry wasn't like Mad-Eye Moody, who was so paranoid that he would attack anything that even moved. However, this was one of those times Harry was grateful that Moody's personality was rubbing off on him.

The bodies were all taken and removed, but Harry could tell from the area that the terrorist were after Tony Stark for a reason.

Harry racked his brain and remembered Tony Stark was America's Golden Boy in a manner of speaking, so it was possible he was being held for ransom.

Harry eyes noticed a spot of sand that had blood on it.

Harry pulled out his phone and quickly scanned the blood. The screen told him it was Tony Stark's.

Casting a tracking spell on the blood, Harry could see a line leading him to Tony Stark. Harry set off into the rocky desert.

Nicholas J. Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was a hardened man who has seen his fair share of wars and battles over the course of his life. He was sixteen years old when he entered the United States Army, and through hard work and dedication, he rose through the ranks of the Army in their intelligence field as he left the Army as a Colonel. It was then when he was recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury was hardly ever by the book and knew sometimes aggression needed to be met with aggression. Peace talks only existed when others sought out peace.

That is why, when he became the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he did everything he could to protect people with the intelligence he had gathered to ensure their safety. Many didn't like how did things, especially on the World Security Council, but he did it none the less to keep people safe.

Some called him paranoid; others say he's deluded. However, he will stick to the mission no matter what.

So, it came to no surprise when Agent Carter reported that someone had slipped past a security checkpoint at an airport. Nick Fury started ordering everyone to find out who it was.

The image showed a figure wearing black clothing with some red markings. What made matters worse was the fact the FRS scanner could not see past the shadow on the person's face, making any possible means to identify the individual impossible.

In the end, Fury called in several agents who where in the area too shadow the individual.

What happen in the next hour was considered to be Fury's worse day.

All the agents failed to follow the individual.

Fury let out a heavy sigh and wondered not only how, but who would have the skills to bypass security at an international airport that led to an active warzone.

"Sir, should we get Agent Barton to follow this individual or perhaps Agent Romanoff?" Maria Hill asked. Nick Fury looked up at his second-in-command and gave a long sigh.

"Both are on another assignment. By the time they get there, he will be long gone," Fury said as he gave another sigh and leaned back.

"This is not the first time this individual has popped up on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar, is it?" Maria Hill as she tried to get a rid on her boss.

"No, it's not. He appeared a year ago, killing a club owner who was also a drug lord down in Miami."

"That's not surprising. He had many enemies, didn't he?" Maria Hill said.

Nick Fury presses a button on his desk, and a picture on the wall showed, showing the still-frame picture of when the local drug lord was shot. His killer was out of frame.

"This image was taken from a security camera. The Miami Police Department missed it, so they are treating it as a cold case, but if you look closely at the reflection behind him," Fury said as he moved in closer to the glass mirror. The image showed a figure wearing black clothing with a red marking and a red sash around his waist.

"We have nothing on him. Nothing. He shows up in some of the most violent cities, puts down the most dangerous criminals, and disappears just as quickly as he comes. In fact, we're not even sure if this person is a male," Nick Fury said.

"Should you tell the council?" Maria Hill asked.

"You think that is wise? Informing the council that, for the past year, a ghost has been beating us in Intelligence and is able move in and out of places undetected. It doesn't surprise me the agents on the ground failed to keep track of him."

"What should we do then?"

Harry looked up into the sky in surprise after hearing a huge explosion. A figure in some sort of armor came dropping out of the sky and landed some feet away from Harry. Harry rushed forward and looked at the person, who was now laying on the sand. To his surprise, he realized it was Tony Stark, and he did not look good.

Harry grabbed Tony and quickly apparated him to an abandon town. Harry opened one of the doors and laid Tony Stark down on a bed before pulling out his wand and casting some spells. He was no healer, but he did know a couple things about healing.

"Drink," Harry said as he placed his water pouch on the lips of Tony Stark. Tony briefly opened his mouth, and Harry allowed the water to go down his throat.

Harry began to wonder when the last time Tony actually got some decent water was, or food for that matter.

Two days later, Tony Stark woke up with a groan.

"I see you're awake," Harry said, and Tony nearly jumped up in a mock defensive position. Or maybe it was his defensive position.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Harry said as he was managing a small fire where he was cooking some food. Tony didn't need to know he made the fire magically.

"How long have I've been out?" Tony asked in confusion as he finally lowered his hands.

"Two days. I was worried you wouldn't wake up," Harry said as he grabbed some meat off of his stick and ate it. "Want one?" Harry asked, offering Tony his other stick.

Tony didn't bother asking what it was. He was so hungry that he literally started swallowing the entire meat whole before he choked and cough.

"Take it slow. I know it's not America Steak, but it will do for the time being," Harry said as he grabbed a water canteen and handed it to Tony. Tony drank and literally drained the entire canteen.

"Why are you covering your face?" Tony asked in confusion.

"I have enemies, enemies that would do whatever it takes to kill me. So, to protect people, I hide myself. I am, in many ways, just a shadow," Harry said as he ate the remaining meat off of his stick.

"Are you going to keep me prisoner?" Tony asked.

"God no. I didn't save you just to keep you against your will."

"Where are we?"

"In an abandon town. No one comes here. This place has been forgotten, both by the people and by the land," Harry said in a calm tone of voice.

"You said you're being hunted. Anyway I can help?" Tony asked.

"Kind of you to offer, Mr. Stark, but no, there's really nothing you can do to help me," Harry said sadly.

Harry was starting to curse himself for breaking his rule not to form attachments.

"Look, when I get back, I'll make sure that you are heavily rewarded for what you did. Plus, if I can get the heat off of you, which would make things better; at least for me."

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Harry said in an amusing tone of voice.

"Not unless I can repay you for what you've done," Tony said.

"Alright, I'll hold you to that. If I have any need of you, I'll see you at your place," Harry said.

"You're not going to come with me?" Tony asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I like to be in the shadows. I'm not really the type who likes to stick in the spotlight," Harry said. He pulled out the phone in his pocket and tossed it to Tony before he gets up and walks out the door; so Tony Stark wouldn't see him disapparate.

"Hey Rhodey. It's Tony…" Tony said but was cut short when the man on the phone suddenly got excited.

"TONY! WHERE THE HEL ARE YOU?!" the man known as Rhodey shouted through the telephone.

"I don't know. In some abandoned town. Can you track this phone? It's going to be dark soon, and I don't want to be here when the sun goes down, so yeah. Please hurry," Tony says as he hangs up the phone and walks outside.

Barely ten minutes went by before four Black-hawk helicopters appeared with Tony Stark going on board. Harry stood on the mountain side watching them go, not sure if he would really meet Tony Stark again.

Author Notes: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. It has been beta, thanks to super-sherlocked-gallifreyan. Once again Voldemort is not in this story as he is as they would say, bit the dust. Please R&R and tell me what you guys think and hope to see.