I own nothing from these fantasy worlds, but I would rather live there than real life. Except Gotham. Why does anyone live there?
BTW, Harry is now twenty, and Teddy is three. I done changed it.
Harry Potter had woken up in a strange place; the walls were gray, and had no shadows. Or maybe the walls were the shadows. He was not sure. What he was sure of, was that he felt very comfortable here. Almost like how he imagined returning home after a long period of time away would seem. Not that he would know. Harry never had a real home, Hogwarts was almost like one, but after the war he couldn't stand going near the castle.
The place was quiet, and usually that made him suspicious, but right then it calmed him. He just lay there and looked around himself. Harry was content, and he wondered why he couldn't just stay there forever. Suddenly the background shifted, and he was standing in a forest. There was a cloaked man sitting on a bench in a clearing. Harry felt curious, so he decided to walk over and sit next to him.
"Aren't you going to ask who I am?" The man questioned after a moment; still looking straight ahead. Harry shook his head. "Interesting." There was silence for a while. Harry was not sure how long it went on, but he found he no longer cared. He noticed the area he was in was similar to the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts. Tall trees, and a foreboding atmosphere. The dark figure beside him sighed. "When you reunited the 'gifts' I gave to the three Peverell brothers', I wasn't expecting this."
"Ah, so you're Death. What were you expecting? I never wanted power, especially not the Deathly Hallows." Harry responded. His emerald eyes focused on the shadowed woods. He tried not to think about the wand, cloak, and stone that caused so much trouble in his life. Harry heard a snort from beside him.
"Why are you talking as if you're already dead? No, that would be a waste. You're not dying until I say so; finding a good master who doesn't seek to take over the the universe is a very hard thing to do." Death said; amused at his master's various reactions to the meeting. Brings back memories.
"Why should I do what you say? There's nothing back there for me! You can have your Invisibility Cloak, and the Resurrection Stone, and the bloody Elder Wand! Take all of them, and your mark on my wrists, take that away too!" Harry was standing now; he was just so frustrated and angry at how his life had been so far. Death didn't so much as flinch at the sudden volume.
"What about for your godson?" Potter's eyes widened at that; his pulse erratic because of fear for his Teddy. "Even if you weren't just unconscious from overuse of your new power, I still wouldn't let you die. As for your possessions and the mark of the Hollows..." Death grinned, turning his half-concealed face to Harry, "...those will stay."
Harry sat back down on the bench with his head in his hands. "I really don't have a choice, do I?" He questioned; admitting defeat. He doesn't know what Death would do to Teddy. He can't lose him so soon, he promised the boy's parents. So he'll listen.
For now.
"I'll just tell you that if you die now; the metamorphmagus will be left all alone, and he's currently in a place he's never been. A place without magic, at least not as plentiful as your home." Harry looked up from his hands. This information was new, but he was still not sure what Death was alluding to; where would he have ended up that has no magic? There was magic everywhere in the world.
The green-eyed man felt like there was something he was missing from the conversation. Something very important. "What do you mean by 'without magic'? What are you not telling me? Is Teddy safe?" Harry inquired of Death. He needed to know what was really going on.
"You'll find out soon enough." Before Harry could protest; the forest collapsed into darkness.
After Thor was transported back to Asgard; he walked swiftly to the castle -sharing a brief nod with Heimdall- so he could report on the disturbing findings he made about the most recent event on Midgard. The blonde prince needed to know what trouble these strange symbols would bring to the mortal realm. And his father would have the answers.
The marks in question had seemed to be a way of converting or channeling energy. A circle inside a triangle and a vertical line going through, It almost looked like a rune, but not one he recognized. He only knew the mark was meant to showcase the bearers power.
The power the man radiated was dark, but the man himself seemed separate from the energy. Either the portal-traveler rarely used the strength hidden in his veins, or it was newly awakened.
Thor's thoughts on the matter were forgotten when he was let into the throne room of Odin Allfather. The bearded man on the throne in front of him looked sad, the recent incarceration of his adopted son had hurt him. And now he looked every decade his age.
"What is it that has made you leave Midgard so soon, my son?" His father questioned. Thor suppressed a twitch at the way it was phrased, he knew Odin did not approve of his relationship with Jane Foster. The blonde also knew his father looked down on mortals, and so he would not understand Thor's need to protect the human realm. But the prince could make his own choices, with or without his king's approval.
"There was a portal, and one of the travelers might be of interest to you." Thor said calmly, despite being a little annoyed at his father's disinterested one-eyed stare. Odin shook his head at his son.
"What is happening to the mortals does not concern those of Asgard." The Allfather responded. Thor fought to calm his temper, yelling and breaking things would not help him get his message across.
"The man who appeared used some kind of energy. Magic. And he possesses strange markings that worry me." Thor then proceeded to explain what he saw to the now intently listening Odin. His father's eye was wide as he finished.
"You will need to go back to Midgard, and greet the new Master of Death…"
Jemma Simmons was just checking over the charts she had of the unconscious man in the hospital bed. His energy readings were erratic. Flickering almost like one would toss and turn from a nightmare. But the young, raven-haired man with the faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead was completely still. Silent.
It worried her; there was nothing wrong with him physically, but he wasn't waking up. "What is causing this? It's like all the energy has been drained…" Her eyes widened, "that's it! The radiation is a part of him, so if he used up a large portion of it in a short amount of time…"
Simmons rifled through her files, finally finding the recordings of the man's outbursts. "His body couldn't take it, so he collapsed before the drawback became fatal." The scientist sighed; she was used to her laptop, and her lovely, wonderful tablet. But because of the radiation; she had to use a pen and paper.
As she read, Jemma found out something interesting; the energy outbursts were getting larger. It was gradual, but each one was greater than the one before. Like the man was trying to escape something that was within his own mind. But it also meant he was regaining his strength. Soon he'd be awake, and they'd find out what really happened that caused that portal he came from.
Simmons picked up her clipboard and was about to leave, when she saw that the phoenix perched on the chair straightened itself; staring fixedly on the the room's third occupant.
She turned around just in time to see as the man's emerald green eyes snapped open. And she felt herself losing against a powerful urge to fall asleep. Before she fell into unconscious, Jemma saw the overwhelming hurt and panic in his eyes. And she wondered just what on Earth could have caused him that pain.
Tony was actually having fun hanging out with the little guy, who had woken up during the the plane ride to Malibu. Even if the blue-haired toddler was disturbingly bright, and talked too well for his age. Stark thought he was okay. At least that evil turkey was somewhere else. That thing gave him the creeps.
"Tony! It's your turn, and Clint ate all the chips!" Stark sighed. If only the kid wasn't so loud. The four of them were playing Monopoly. When Tony first suggested it; Bruce said it was too advanced for the kid. The toddler disagreed, of course. So they started the game. And now; an hour into playing, the cruel child had nearly wiped them all off the board. Now it was just Stark and Teddy.
"Clint! Stop eating all my food!" Tony yelled; rolling the dice. Snake eyes. He smirked. "I got doubles, better dig your grave, boy. I'm going to take you out." He rolled again, and took one look before he shook his fist at the ceiling. "WHY?!" The dots on the dice added up to five. The exact spacing between Tony's playing piece and Boardwalk. Which was owned by a smirking Teddy.
"Bankrupt an hour in… that's just sad." Clint said with a disappointed look, and shook his head at Stark. Tony noticed that Bruce was failing to hide his grin. The jerks. He crossed his arms.
"Like you two are any better. Out after fifteen minutes, was it, Bruce? And Clint… dying five minutes into Monopoly takes some serious skill." Barton chucked the empty chip bowl at Tony's head. "OW! You turds, you could've hurt my beautiful face!" Stark cradled his bruised head in his arms, and hid behind the toddler, who giggled at the goofy man.
"Don't be silly, Tony. You should know better than to try putting hotels on Free Parking. That's stupid." The three year old told the genius. Tony glared at the backstabbing, uncool child. The nerve of kids these days.
Just then Pepper walked into the TV room. "Wha…?" She stared blankly at the child. Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell her about Teddy… "Tony! You better have a good reason for this! And for your own good, it should not start with 'it was an accident'." Stark wasn't sure who could glare better, Natasha, Pepper, or that flaming chicken.
"Uh… I can explain?" Pepper cracked her knuckles. Banner dragged an excited looking Clint to the kitchen, followed by a nervous Teddy. "I-I mean he's from work!" SHIELD is kinda work, after all. But Pepper's glare intensified further.
"Oh, I'm sure he is. So have you been 'working' while we were together?" All Tony could understand from this was one thing; Pepper had a mastery in glaring. Then he wondered if there was a college class that taught students how to intimidate by facial features. Pepper would've aced that class. He looked up and realized his currently homicidal girlfriend was staring at him, waiting for him to answer her.
"Uh... Could you repeat the question again?" He asked hopefully. Pepper's fingers twitched. Tony could already imagine them around his throat. He gulped. "I swear it's not what you think-" he ducked, and a thousand dollar lamp went crashing against the wall behind him. He stared at the shards wide eyed. "P-pepper?"
When Tony turned around he saw Teddy standing between the fuming redhead and himself. Was the kid planning on volunteering for tribute to sate the hunger for human flesh from the demented woman?
"Mister Tony was just watching me 'cause my daddy's in the hospital. So you don't need to hurt him, even if he doesn't like birds." The blue-haired kid said, and smiled widely at Pepper. She looked like she was about to scoop him up, and hug the life out of him. "I'm Teddy, nice to meet you."
"Yep, kid got spat out of a portal, so now we're just waiting for the father to wake up and tell us what happened." Pepper's eyes widened at this. Then narrowed in the direction of the kitchen.
"Come out, you two. What are you all doing here anyway?" She had indulged in her desire and was now cuddling a squirming Teddy. He was so squishy. Clint sped out grinning, then jumped onto the couch, Banner slowly walked in a moment after. Pepper knew who they were from when she helped Tony study the files that he was given about the cube, before the invasion happened.
Tony cleared his throat, he was still nervous even after his girlfriend's sudden mood change. Actually, that scared him even more. "Ah, these two are here as extra precaution. Mostly so the pirate doesn't make me walk the plank for taking an unknown into my house. Fury is also scary when he glares, but he does it too often for it to have full effect." Pepper shook her head tiredly at her boyfriend's answer.
Meanwhile, Teddy struggled desperately against the hug of the red headed woman. He regretted saving Tony from her wrath, if only he had known of the consequences! At least this nice lady wasn't mean like Ginny, that lady was only nice to him when his daddy was around. When he left, she just ignored him. But Teddy had a feeling this Pepper lady was okay.
Clint and Bruce just watched the interaction between the other three. Barton was reminded of his family, and wondered if the spirited little boy would get along with his own children. While Banner internally questioned if the blue-haired toddler really was only three.
Pepper took Teddy into the kitchen to make pancakes -for dinner, because why not?- and was asking him questions about his life. As she put the batter into the frying pan she inquired about his father. Teddy answered from his spot on the counter.
"Daddy adopted me, 'cause my real parents were friends with him. But I still love him lots!" The excited child exclaimed, and grinned as the nice lady poked his nose. Teddy sighed, "I miss my daddy, but he should be all better real soon."
Pepper nodded, flipping the pancake over before letting it sit. "What's your father like? Like what kind of job did he do for a living, or anything else special?" She asked as she pulled out some sweet tea from the fridge. Pepper noticed the three Avengers inconspicuously listening in to the conversation. Tony couldn't help but notice how terrifyingly easy it was for Pepper to get information from people.
Teddy didn't catch on, and answered cheerfully. "Daddy used to be a prankster when he was in school, but all the time I've seen him he's been very sad. This happened after he fought in the war and helped win it, but lots of people died. Daddy has special talents." The boy was absently kicking his feet in the air from his sitting position.
"What was the name of this war? And what did your father do in it?" Pepper questioned the child. While the three outside the kitchen tensed, the redhead kept a soothing smile on her face. The kid contemplated her words for a bit, not even thinking about why they were asking about these kinds of things.
"Um, I think it was the Second Wizarding War, but it might have been the third, 'cause there was Grindelwald. Daddy was fighting against the bad guys who wanted to hurt everyone without magic." The adults frowned at this, they never heard of any Wizarding Wars. Or wizards. Something was fishy here.
Pepper filled a plate with some smiley-faced pancakes and placed it in front of the toddler. Teddy thanked her happily for making the food, and she smiled and patted his head. She then walked out of the kitchen to talk with the three superheroes.
Once they were far enough away from the happily munching Teddy, they started questioning each other over what they just heard. Or overheard, in some cases. Some pieces of the puzzle were missing, so they could only hypothesize about what really happened.
"There's no way that magic exists, the kid must be confused. I mean, really, it's just not possible!" Stark said adamantly, and waved his hand around for emphasis.
"What if magic is just science we don't understand yet? Hundreds of years ago people didn't believe in electricity, but now we use it everywhere." Bruce responded, and crossed his arms. The two glared at each other.
"Girls, girls. You're both pretty, but how about we try to get to the part about a war that no one knows about, 'Kay?" Clint was standing between Tony and Bruce, arms placating like a peacekeeper.
The four of them were disturbed when they heard voices coming from the kitchen. "Uh, Jarvis? Who's in the kitchen talking to the kid?" The AI responded with garbled static. They exchanged worried looks. "Pepper, stay here, we'll check it out." Tony said, and one half of the Avengers closed in on the kitchen. They heard Teddy's voice from inside.
"Why do you look like a pirate? Do you have a pirate ship, and go on adventures?" Tony chuckled at the kid's questions.
He had figured out who was here, and walked right into the kitchen. And lo and behold, there was Nick Fury.
"You've spent too much time around Star- speak of the devil." The Director of SHIELD said, raising an eyebrow as he spotted Tony. The inventor just shrugged casually in response.
"I think I'd be a splendid role model for the little tyke." Tony said, and grinned widely at the man in the eye patch. "BTW, why did you make Jarvis all discombobulated? He sounds like an old radio." Fury stiffened.
"I didn't do anything to your AI, Stark." Tony's eyes widened, he could feel Bruce was tensing up beside him, and he saw Clint arming his bow. Fury continued. "I'm here because the man that was brought to the hospital woke up. He stunned an agent and disappeared. I believed he'd show up here, and it looks like I was right." Teddy looked up confused, but was soon distracted by something.
"Where's Miss Pepper?" As soon as the question was asked, Tony raced out of the kitchen. The lights flickered as he found her on the ground, he sighed in relief when he realized she was just unconscious. The hair on the back of his neck suddenly prickled, but before he could turn around, he felt a thin rod against his neck.
"Get up slowly, and I won't harm you." A voice said from behind him. Tony jumped up and spun around, he tried to land a hit with his fist, but his arm was caught and twisted behind his back. Stark gritted his teeth, the man was holding his arm in a viselike grip. "Where is the child?" The man said dangerously.
Just then his two teammates caught up to him, and stopped as they saw his captive position. Tony looked down at the sleeping Pepper, and then back to his friends. He could feel some kind of weapon pressed against his neck. He closed his eyes, this is not how Tony Stark is going to go out. He is Ironman. He's been through a wormhole. He's got this.
He opened his eyes and smirked, Hawkeye looked relieved, and Banner relaxed slightly. "How about we talk about this a little, huh? What are you doing here, exactly?" Tony said quietly, and he felt the hand holding the weapon tremble.
"I need Teddy, he's not safe here… and I know he's here. I-I'm not sure where I am, but can't get back." The voice sounded so young right then. Stark kinda felt sorry for the guy, and he was sure this was the kid's dad. As long as nobody panicked, this misunderstanding would be handled.
"The boy is fine, but we need to ask a few questions before you can see him, is that alright?" Tony asked slowly, making sure to keep his tone honest and open. So he won't alarm the man behind him.
"Y-yes, go ahead."
"My name is Tony Stark. I'd just like to ask what powered the portal that took you here." Stark said unhurriedly. The man took a deep breath before answering, making eye contact with Clint from across the room. Unknown to the others, the emerald eyed man used Legilimency on the archer to read his mind.
"I'm Harry Potter, and I was brought here by magic. And because of some awful, terrible luck." Harry then released the inventor. Tony turned around and watched as the man threw his weapon on the floor, and held his hands behind his head sheepishly. "Sorry, now I know that you took care of Teddy while I was unconscious, so I guess I can trust you guys."
Blood red flames suddenly burst into the room, revealing Bob perched on Harry's shoulder. Clint looked confused. "I thought he had chosen Teddy as a host…?" He asked, his bow lowered but still not put away. Harry shook his head.
"No, this phoenix is bonded with my friend Luna, she only gave me a way to summon him. Which my godson must have used somehow." Harry sighed tiredly. He had checked multiple magical sites -like the Ministry of Magic- before searching for Teddy, just to ease the suspicions Death had given him. And found nothing. Not even the pyramids had any traces of magic, and his homeworld-place-thing had so many curses and runes on the ancient tombs. Seems his Potter luck screwed him over again.
"Why would she name him Bob of all things?" Bruce asked, curious; despite still not trusting the wild haired man.
"Because Luna is capable of warping reality itself." Harry answered simply. He waved his hand in the direction of the woman who he had knocked out, and she started to stir. Tony ran over checked on her. "She's fine. And for what it's worth, I'm pretty sure I'm in another dimension, so I'm really sorry for all this."
"Traveling from other dimensions. Great. Just great. I'm Nick Fury, the Director of the Strategic, Homeland, Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Or SHIELD, for short. Now, I hope you don't mind if we have a little chat?" The man in the black trench coat said, then Teddy came running out from behind Fury and tackled Harry's legs.
"I don't see any harm in talking to this world's government. It's just a few words, nothing more." Potter picked up his godson, and smiled at the Director. But both of them knew it was fake.
Because Harry James Potter was his own person. He has never bowed to his own government, and he won't do so now in this foreign world. They can try -and he knows they will- but Potters' always find ways around obstacles; he should know, he's living proof of that fact.
A.N. Thank you for all your support! ;) And I'm sorry if Teddy seems OP, that was not supposed to happen, and don't worry, he won't take over the story.
Someone said they didn't want a pairing for Harry, another suggested Darcy, and another Luna. Just to let you all know, IF I do a pairing, I won't have it take over the story. But dang, how am I supposed to even get Luna to the Marvel 'verse?
Please tell me what you liked, what you absolutely hated, and what you would like to see. Reviews get me to write, so… yeah.
I had a birthday and turned a year older, so my friends just had to come over and therefore delay my updating. I will try to update every week or so, but it will depend on how busy I am.
Thank you Mommy for looking through this for mistakes!