Alright, the second chapter is done! Before we begin, I would like to address a couple of things.

1) Yes I was DramaQueen50. This is my new account, because I'm more comfortable here than I was on my other account.

2) I haven't yet made my account on AO3. When I start writing the chapters that will need to go on that site, I will give you my username so you can find the story then.

3) Do not leave comments on this story telling me you're disappointed because you couldn't be bothered to read the warnings. The warnings are there for a reason, so read them or be on your merry way. If this story isn't for you, that's fine. But I don't want to hear it. Don't whine to me because I don't write what you want to read. Whine to somebody who cares.

4) This story is different from the last version, but many elements are staying the same. I still have the villain and demons, and I have the same pairing, and the characters are still going to display baser instincts. There are key differences in the development of the characters, but I like to think I developed them far better this time around.

5) I will not be continuing the other version of this story. I feel it was juvenile, and it was an attempt for me to vent frustrations about my life through a world I had created for myself. It had many aspects of it that were offensive to communities of people, and I didn't know they were offensive at the time. Now that I have that knowledge, I cannot continue that version in good conscience. This version will be more aware of those communities of people, as you will later see.

6) I work around 30 hours a week spread out over six days, and I go to college full time. I have unsupportive family members, and I am still depressed (though I am better than I was). Please keep all this in mind and recognize that I can only type one day a week because I'm up at six am and in bed at 11pm after doing as much homework as I can. I type on the same days that I do all of my homework for class, so I can't guarantee an update every week, but I'm gonna do my best.

Steve, Tony, and Harry have a polyfidelitous relationship, and there will be baser creature instincts, and a D/S relationship. If you don't like that, don't read my story. I don't have a beta, so any and all mistakes are my own. If you notice a mistake, feel free to let me know, and I will fix it as soon as possible.

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

AndrewZachariah

Teddy was a very smart boy. Teddy was very smart, and very perceptive, and he knew something was wrong the minute he and his Papa fell out of the sky. Papa had told him they were going to meet the elves from a long time ago. Elves that were directly descended from the ancient elves Teddy had found a journal about at the back of the library in the Black manor. Papa had said the elves would know they were coming, and would meet them when they arrived, but there weren't any elves in the field where they landed. Teddy had known the ritual his Papa would be performing was a bit dangerous, but Papa was powerful, and Kolami was going with them, so everything would be fine in the end, even if there were bumps in the road.

Everything was most definitely not fine now, however.

"Papa!" Teddy hadn't really realized the scream was coming from him as he watched his Papa's powerful form fall into the snow. He knew there was a word for this, a technical term to describe the ringing in his ears, and the numbness in his fingers, and the clouds in his head, and the way everything seemed to happen in slow motion; he just couldn't remember it.

The word didn't matter anyway. There was blood everywhere as the agents swarmed around his Papa. Everyone seemed to forget about him for a moment, and that was perfectly fine with Teddy, because his Papa needed him right now.

The young werewolf started jogging forward, his steps unsteady from the snow. The agents still didn't notice him, and the boy had a brief moment to wonder if he had accidentally cast a notice-me-not charm, before he was pushing his way between the men and women gathered around his Papa.

Harry's dark skin stood out against the bloodied snow. Lacerations, cuts, bruises, they were everywhere. Teddy could feel his breathing picking up and it was rapidly approaching hyperventilation as the agents callously gathered his Papa onto a stretcher of some kind.

"No." He whispered, as his Papa's hand dragged through the snow by his foot. "No. No no no no no. NO! NO! What did you do?! Papa!" Teddy screeched, desperately grabbing for the wizard's limp hand. The agents finally took notice of the shivering, screaming six year old, and somebody wrapped their arms around his waist, tugging him away from Papa.

The little boy snapped.

He thrashed and growled and screamed and scratched. His claws ripped out of his nail beds and his fangs emerged from his gums and he howled in agony as his Papa, his pack was torn away.

People were shouting at each other above his head, and something pinched his neck as more shouting went on. Teddy's vision was blurring and his head was feeling even fuzzier than before as black spots started to crawl up the edges of his visions.

He sobbed and screamed and howled until everything was black and he couldn't howl anymore.

-.-.-.-

Clint had seen a lot of crazy shit in his life. Being best friends with Natasha Romanoff, an agent of SHIELD, and an ex-circus performer could make life one manic, wild adventure. Clint had seen some freaky stuff before, but the field today? That was in a category all its own.

The archer was currently perched on one of the fluorescent lights of a briefing room, balancing precariously through his hold on a hook he had personally installed in the ceiling for this exact purpose. It was supposed to be Natasha, Agent Hill, and himself at the meeting, but Tony being Tony, had already broken into SHIELD's database and was aware of everything that had happened, save for what went down in the field today.

And of course, Tony being Tony had dragged Steve and Bruce along with him to SHIELD's headquarters. The three men had already settled into the briefing room when he and Natasha had arrived.

The redheaded assassin was currently seated at the table, her body angled to the side as she faced the door to the briefing room. Her mouth was tight, and her eyebrows were pulled in slightly; these were the only signs of her agitation, and only Clint could read them.

Tony was relaxed in his seat, one foot stacked on top of the other with both legs extended and resting on his chair. Bruce was seated next to the genius, occasionally glancing up and scanning the room, but otherwise completely absorbed in the laptop on the table in front of him. Steve had adopted a similar position to Natasha's, his face taught with tension, obviously more worried about this case than Tony or Bruce appeared to be.

The door to the room clicked open, and Clint's eyes flicked towards the doorway as Agent Hill entered the room, followed by Fury. Hill took a seat to the right of Natasha, the only one to take a seat on that half of the table, and Fury moved to sit at the head of the table. He paused to give a heavy sigh upon seeing Tony's shit eating grin, and the expected yet not necessarily welcome presence of three other Avengers Agents.

"Tony; how…nice of you to join us." Fury bit out through nearly gritted teeth as he took his seat. Tony's grin only grew wider, and Clint didn't bother suppressing a smile of his own. "Where's Barton?" The director demanded, his question obviously directed towards Natasha. The agent raised her eyes and pointed her chin towards the ceiling. Fury followed her gaze and nearly gave an impatient growl as Clint casually saluted him.

"Get down here Barton, this is important." Fury growled as he pushed a pile of folders towards the assembled agents.

"Sir, yes sir." Clint muttered, falling from his perch to land lightly on the balls of his feet. Clint sat right next to Natasha, casually tossing an arm over the back of her chair, much to the spy's irritation. Tony was already scanning the folder, and Bruce was particularly focused on the pictures of the two creatures, both their injuries and their obvious inhuman characteristics.

"Do we know what they are?" The scientist asked, not bothering to look up from the file as he flipped another page.

"No; that's what we're here to discuss." Fury said, turning his file around to face the group. His finger tapped over the picture of the older creature as he began to speak. "As you all are likely aware, early this morning we started getting readings of energy wavelengths that bore a striking resemblance to those the Tesseract produced. We had the area narrowed down and surrounded, and late this afternoon, two people fell out of the sky at the center of those wavelengths."

"Director I do believe you are losing your mind." Tony snorted. "They fell out of the sky? People don't just fall out of the sky. They had to have come from a plane, something that flew, something—"

"They fell from a fabricated hole in the sky." Fury growled, cutting Tony off with a glare. "This man," again the director gestured to the older creature, "was carrying something, and had a very large weapon strapped to his back. What he was carrying turned out to be a child." Here, Fury flipped up several pages to reveal a photo of an unconscious six year old.

"The subject was hostile from the moment he hit the ground, and he is highly capable of handling the weapon he carried." Fury pulled out a photo of a bloody battle axe from the middle of the file. It looked like something that came out of a fantasy game from the Middle Ages, but Clint knew it was far more than it appeared to be. "For a man of his height and size, he should not have been able to lift this weapon, let alone wield it with the skill he did."

"This is only the first on a long list of abnormalities this man displays." Fury continued, as he pulled out more photos. "He grew fangs partway through his attack on our agents, and claws as well. He moved at an impossible, inhuman rate, and obviously had unnatural strength."

"He also somehow managed to tear open a hole in the sky." Tony muttered sarcastically as he eyed a picture of the unconscious man. "What are these markings?" The genius asked, pointing to the white tattoos standing out in stark contrast to the man's dark skin.

"We don't know." Agent Hill replied. "They don't match any markings from anywhere. Mesopotamia, ancient Egypt, any of the ancient civilizations really; they don't match characters from Asgard or Jottunheim either." Tony frowned as he studied the markings, and Fury continued.

"This child is whole other matter entirely. He was capable of keeping up with his…guardian throughout the entire fight, and somehow managed to deflect a bullet that was headed straight for him. Once the child was threatened, our main target lost control entirely. He was manic, absolutely lethal, and was well on his way to severing Coulson's head from his body when an agent managed to capture the child. This creature will do anything for his kid." Fury stated. Bruce had a deep frown on his face as he listened to the director's tale. How could they allow a child to be dragged into the fight like this? Was this man really so valuable as to risk an innocent boy's life over him? The scientist continued to sift through the contents of his folder as he listened to Fury's debriefing.

"We managed to subdue and contain the subject, and upon doing so, the child lost control. He seemed to sprout claws and fangs with the loss of his control, though his are obviously different compared to the subject's appendages." Steve had to agree with the director, the two had very distinct sets of claws and fangs. The size and shape were completely different from each other, and the man seemed to have hollow teeth, as if he produced—

"Venom." The captain said. "The man produces venom of some kind. His teeth are hollow, you can tell by these markings." He explained, pointing out the markings in several photos of the creature's fangs.

Fury nodded. "We found traces of venom in his mouth, and a team is currently working on deconstructing and examining the samples we took. In the meantime, both creatures have been taken into custody and placed into solitary confinement. Now—"

"Woah, woah, woah." Clint interjected his back straightening as he placed his elbows on the table. "Did you say you placed a child in solitary confinement?" Fury narrowed his eye and levelled a glare at the archer.

"That 'child' is highly dangerous and possesses unknown appendages and attributes that we have no idea how to handle. He has been placed into solitary until we have more information on his abilities." The director confirmed.

"But that could take weeks!" Steve nearly shouted, equally outraged by the director's treatment towards the child.

"With all due respect, sir, that is a child, and dangerous or not, you cannot expect us to go along with you putting him in solitary." Natasha added in her uniquely soft yet sharp voice. Fury's mouth was set in a tight line as Tony finally added his own input.

"Have him put on lockdown at the tower. We can all keep an eye on him, and we are all more than capable of handling anything he can dish out. If he becomes volatile, we'll bring him back here." Fury was obviously gritting his teeth as he conceded to the team's demands.

"There will be two extra agents stationed on every floor, and an extra two at the main entrance to the tower, no exceptions." Fury ground out, immediately moving on from the topic. "The other creature will be kept in solitary until he agrees to speak with us." The director closed his file and leaned back in his seat as he stared at the assembled agents. "I have teams examining their possessions and deciphering their DNA as best we can. I want you two to assist them as much as possible." He ordered as he nodded towards Bruce and Tony. "You all need to keep a very close eye on that boy. If anything changes with him, I expect to be informed immediately. This briefing is over."

-.-.-.-

If anyone was to ever come up to Harry Potter and say "Man, your life has been hell," the wizard would nod his head and give an affirming grunt as he went about his business. Harry could indeed agree that he had been through a lot in his life. Dead parents, abusive relatives, crazy teachers, psychotic dark lords, cruel vampires, weird ass elves, torture, war; the list went on and on.

And now, he was once again locked in a cell waiting to hear his sentence. Oh how this brought back memories.

Harry paced the room, his hypersensitive ears poised to pick up even the tiniest of noises. His footsteps seemed to be his only company, though the wizard knew better.

It didn't work. He said. Simple and to the point, as was his way when shit went down that he wasn't prepared for.

What happened? The voice was one Harry had come to know well over the past few years. It was a friend as close as Ron and Hermione had been.

We landed in an unknown realm. I haven't a clue where we are, and we were surrounded when we fell from the tear. I thought—I thought I could protect Teddy. I've always protected him, I thought—I thought—Harry's thoughts were becoming disjointed as the night finally caught up to him. He hadn't protected his family. His clan. What kind of Kunisk was he? Unable to protect his loved ones against enemies, and landing himself in a cell in one fell swoop. Merlin he was so screwed up, so, so fucked up. How could he have ever believed he could protect Teddy? He had failed more than once in the past. He should have been faster. Maybe then he—

Razkel! Kimshyen shouted, and Harry flinched, freezing in his pacing. Breathe tan'entha; breathe. Kimshyen carefully guided Harry through his breathing exercises, gently calming the panicking Kunisk and coaxing him to sit down. Harry fell to the floor in a rather ungraceful heap. Did they take Teddy? Kimshyen murmured, his voice wrapping around Harry's mind like a blanket. The mercenary nodded, forcing himself to keep to his breathing pattern so he didn't hyperventilate.

They took him from me. What if they hurt him? He's just a kid! Oh Merlin, I can't lose him, Kimshyen! I can't! He's everything I have left. I don't have any other clan. I can't—I can't—

That's enough Razkel. You will not lose your ther'rak. Focus for me, that's it; keep breathing slowly. Where is Kolami? He was supposed to meet you here. Harry shrugged though the gesture was useless as Kimshyen could not see it.

He didn't come through. Something must have gone wrong. I don't know what—I can't reach him. He's not answering my call. Kimshyen was silent, mulling over his tan'entha's words as he continued to coach the mercenary on his breathing.

We have no choice but to wait and see what happens. You need to—Harry was jerked from his thoughts as a voice filled his cell through an intercom system.

"Rise and shine princess." The voice was rough, gravelly and heavy with sarcasm. Harry was pretty sure it belonged to the man with the eye patch. "You have two options; you can either stay here, or agree to talk with me face to face without attacking me or my agents in anyway. Choose; now." Harry swallowed. He had to see Teddy. He needed to see his cub.

"I want my son."

"I'm afraid that's not one of the options; one more chance." The voice warned. Harry's breathing was picking up again as he tried to balance reality with old memories and overwhelming guilt and fear. He needed Teddy. He needed to know his cub was safe.

"My son; I want to see my son." The room was quiet for a moment, before the intercom crackled back to life.

"Solitary it is. Have fun with your thoughts, and let me know if you want a book to read. I'll see what I can do." With those parting words, Harry was left to his thoughts once more, and he couldn't help the dread curling in his stomach. He had been in solitary before, and he had sworn to himself that he would never go through that again. Time to add another broken promise to the list, the mercenary thought as overwhelming silence filled the cell.

Day one in the new realm, and he was already terrified out of his mind.

Dictionary:

Kolami (Koh-la-mee): Death's name

Kimshyen (Keem-shi-yen): the name of the voice in Harry's head

Razkel (Razzz-kel): the name Kimshyen gave to Harry

Ther'rak (Th-air- rock): child in Kimshyen's language

Tan'entha (Tahn-en-tha): little brother in Kimshyen's language