"So, can you do anything?" Natasha asked impatiently. Stark just sat there looking like she'd shot him or something. "Fine, I'll go do something by myself." She stormed out and Stark finally woke up. "Jarvis, search up a Harry Black." Tony yelled before chasing after Nat. "Hey, Romanov, chill. I'll get your friend help." He said, unknowingly assuaging her fears. Harry could not die, not before Natasha wanted him to (which would be never) or before Tony could take the mickey out of Natasha for finally melting and getting a friend.
Natasha nudged her friend as he stood outside of the Avenger's tower just looking up at the tower. He turned to her and smiled briefly. Natasha frowned back. She could read Harry well enough to know that smile had hurt and he was aching something big on the inside. If Natasha ever had a mission that would clear her ledger, she hoped it would be to find the guy that cured cancer. As they rode the elevator to the penthouse floor, Natasha put her arm slowly around Harry, ignoring his flinch. It had been a while since she had done something like this for no reason but to comfort someone. Harry leaned his head on his shoulder, sagging. He used to be taller than her, but the cancer had made him shorter somehow, and Harry liked to joke that it was so he wouldn't be as far from the floor when he did fall.
Finally, they got to the floor where all of the avengers had gathered. Clint and Bruce had finally accepted her back. Bruce and Natasha were now tentatively dating and Clint liked to spar with her every now and then, but Clint sometimes took the jet to his family so that he could live with them for months at a time. There was no point to the avengers anymore, since Shield was ruined. Harry straightened up and walked confidently towards them. From the back, he didn't look anything like a man doomed to die a slow and painful death. Natasha knew Harry couldn't stand to be weak in front of people he didn't know.
"Hi, Harry Black." "Steve." "Bruce." "Clint." Here, Harry paused to look back at Natasha, running a hand through his hair. "Is that some sort of requirement?" Harry smirked slyly at Nat. She barked out a laugh and shook her head. Her teammates looked at her shocked. "I am Prince Thor of Asgard. You may address me as Thor." Harry smiled at the man and shook his hand briefly before turning to Tony. "Am I to assume that I have you to thank for my delayed meeting with Death?" He asked. "Tony, and yes, yes you do." Tony smirked back at Harry and Harry smiled.
"Well, then, I suppose those people riding up the elevator wouldn't be anyone I need to meet?" Harry asked Nat, he was getting rather tired. "Riding up the – what the? Jarvis?" Tony asked anxiously. "Yes sir?" "Who is in my elevator?" "It appears to be Agent." "Agent? What Agent?" "Agent Coulson." Jarvis answered promptly. All of the Avengers looked at each other in shock. "What the hell is going on?" Steve asked. At that moment, the elevator doors opened widely. Standing in the front of a group of people was Phil Coulson.
