AN: I'm really sorry for the late update but I've had tons to do and a writer's block to booth! Oh, well here is the long awaited chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I'm just playing in the big sandbox full of toys!

"I'm sorry but I zoned out… What was the question?"

"Are you sure you are all right Evan?" Tony asked concerned. Getting a nod in response he shrugged and told Harry with a smug voice. "Why don't you do a quickie with Natasha? After all you need to get some action too grandpa!"

Harry just looked at him for a while before answering innocently.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not really into incest…"

He smiled at the look of outrage on their faces before his eyes turned to meet Natasha's cold, hard stare which were almost demanding answers, if not now then yesterday. Harry swallowed. "Right, I hate that look… Why? Oh, why do I always end up in situations like this?!"

Chapter 3 –The devastation of a ticking time bomb

As the silence dragged on Harry started to fidget and as he looked at the infuriated face of Natasha he was starting to get a little bit afraid, but when he spotted the look of triumph in Fury's eyes. He hid it well but Harry had long ago become a master of the art of detecting emotions in people's eyes – It was kind of needed in his job…

As he tried to figure out what made Fury feel so God dam accomplished he got the impending feeling of doom and, as he looked away from Fury's eyes, his eyes landed on Natasha, but she was no longer standing. Oh no, she was doing something far worse – She was walking towards him with a determinate look on her face that made Harry want to run, hide and cry out for help.

And he would have, had he not been shackled down to the chair – He conveniently forgot that he could just apparate out of the chair and be on his merry way out of there. As Natasha came closer Harry started too franticly look around in the nearly empty room trying to find something he could use as a shield.

When he felt a shadow on his face, he looked up and could not contain a small fearful whimper – Natasha looked exactly like Ginny when she was mad. The look on Natasha's face told Harry that she would be getting the information out of him no matter the cost.

~ The Green Eyed Phantom~

Natasha was frustrated. James Evans, the Master of Death, the Green Eyed Phantom, was driving her to new levels of frustration. According to him, they were related but how was still a mystery to Natasha. And of course the SOB refused to tell anyone... But she was determined to wring every little detail out of his scrawny little neck – Family relation or not.

She could see on Evan's reaction that he had realized how determined she was. She cackled on the inside when he franticly started to look around in the nearly empty room to try and find something to use as a shield or whatever.

When she was standing directly in front of James' she heard him whimper and allowed a small smirk to grace her face but otherwise keep a determined look on her face that screamed: speak or face my wrath.

As Evan started to fumble with his worlds, Natasha took the opportunity to study him. He looked to be around 20 and definitely no older than 25 with his spiky blond hair, lithe frame and dull brown eyes. Natasha could not figure out how he could be her ancestor… He looked noting like her or anyone in her family… Except for her little brother, Damien, who had died in the great fire when she was eleven, Damien and James had the same uncontrolled hairstyle. The only reason she had not perished with him and the rest of the family was because of Arda.

Arda was a red-bellied black snake that she had found in the forest a few days before the fire and to her great shock, even though she new about magic, it spoke to her. Parseltounge was one of the forgotten arts as the last known parselmouth was Harry Potter and to her knowledge none of his children had inherited that gift. That is why, when she discovered that she was one to, she tried to learn as much as possible from the snake. She had always wondered what had happened to Harry Potter and his children, but before she could look in her family grimoire it had been destroyed in the fire like everything else. As far as she knew the magic in the Potter family had perished along with their offspring or mutated into the X-gene. She was brought out of her musings when James cleared his throat and started to speak.

~ The Green Eyed Phantom~

Harry spluttered as he struggled to decide what to tell them and what to leave out. He had quickly decided that he wouldn't inform them that he was Harry Potter just yet, they would have to figure that part out for themselves – after all both the books and the movies where out there for everyone to read and enjoy. He cleared his throat and started to speak.

"I…Well… ARG! I don't really know where to start…" He admitted sheepishly. Tony sniggered but quickly shut up when Natasha directed one of her infamous glares towards him.

"The beginning usually does the trick…" The guy who looked like a nervous wreck said, it really irked Harry that he still hadn't figured out who he was yet.

"And if that doesn't help you can begin by telling me why you were staring at my hand earlier!" Natasha demanded, face set in a stern mask and her hands were on her hips making her look like a cross between Ginny and Hermione – Harry's chest ached at the reminder but he forcefully shoved the thought away – He could break down later when he was alone.

"The ring…" Harry said softly looking down at the table in front of him. It was silent for a while and when Harry finally looked up again he discovered that everyone was staring at him with a confused expression on his or her faces. All, that was, except Natasha who was looking at him with shock that soon transformed into determination. To do what Harry didn't know, but it would not bode well for him. Before Natasha could demand or ask anything, Tony piped up again with his own question.

"What ring? Natasha doesn't have a ring on any of her fingers… Right guys?"

Harry cocked an eyebrow at Natasha and silently asked: A glamour? Really? Natasha just twitched and Harry shot her a smug smirk that clearly told her that this was her story to tell, Harry would continue his when she was done.

~ The Green Eyed Phantom~

Natasha twitched when she noticed Evans' cocked eyebrow and smug smirk. She seethed as she turned to the rest of the assembled group and spoke in a clipped tone that clearly portrayed how irritated she was.

"This ring is a family heirloom and belonged to my mother." Natasha said as she lifted the glamor that usually hid it from everyone except those in the know. "It has been passed down from mother to daughter for generations and no one really knows when the tradition started or who originally bought the ring for his or her daughter."

"Actually I can answer both of those questions." Evans spoke up and as one the group swirled around to stare at him in shock. "My father bought that ring and gave it to my mother. When they died an enchantment on the ring returned it to the family vault where I found it and gave it to my wife when I married her. It was her who started the tradition after I 'died' by giving it to my youngest and only daughter…"

Evans trailed of at that caught in his own memories for a while before Tony snapped him out of it by being his usual self and started asking questions in rapid succession. Natasha quietly went back to her seat and listened to James' answers trying to figure out whom he was. Because, as far as she knew, she did not have a James Evans in her family or anyone that died before they reached the age of 90.

~ The Green Eyed Phantom~

Nick Fury felt smug. "Finally! I've finally found him! The Green Eyed Phantom! The one mystery that no one have been able to solve! I love being right! Now to get him to join the Avengers initiative and everything will work itself out. With him on the team no one has to die! The Master of Death, what a unexpected but welcome surprise!"

As he glanced at the clock on the wall he realized that it was past 10 pm and that everyone around the table started to look worn out, especially after the days events. He decided to call it a night and continue tomorrow. As everyone walked out of the room Nick stopped and looked at Evan James where he was shackled to the chair.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time. I hope you consider joining the Avengers because otherwise you are just too dangerous to be kept around and I would probably be forced to dispose of you. Think about it…"

With those parting words Nick closed and locked the door, leaving Evan to consider the offer in the dark room alone.

~ The Green Eyed Phantom~

When Fury left Harry allowed himself to relax a bit, after he magically confused the surveillance cameras to show him sleeping in the chair he was tied to. Then he relaxed the grip he had on his metamorphagus skills and slowly his blond hair turned black as the night sky and his green eyes grew more intense. Above his eyebrow the infamous lightningboltscar returned.

As he thought back on his day he realized that he was still in the clothes he had been wearing when Loki 'killed' him and sneered in disgust when he felt the dry blood on his skin. He quickly set himself free from the chair and conjured a bathtub filled with steaming water. As he removed his clothes and sank down into the water he reflected on Fury's parting words.

"Too dangerous to be kept around… Bah what does he know? Not that he could 'dispose' of me or keep me looked up anywhere. I'm immortal and one of the few people that still can use real magic… Dr. Strange and the Flamel's being the others…"

Harry kept muttering to himself as he thought back to the moment when he realized that the Flamel's hadn't died as Dumbledore had told him in his first year. He had been around 500 years old when he had met them during a vacation in France.

~ The Green Eyed Phantom~

Harry had been wandering Paris in his persona Linus Palm when he bumped into and older man in front of the Eiffel Tower. As he rose from the ground he turned towards the man to offer his apologies and help if needed, but one look on the man's face made him stop and stare in shock – He had seen that face on a chocolate card when he was still inhis teens. The man looked at him in confusion, got up with the help of the woman who he had been walking with and asked in a concerned tone:

"Are you alright young man? You seemed a little dazed, almost like you have seen a ghost." The man laughed a little at his own joke and the woman cuffed him upside his head. "Oh! I'm sorry I haven't introduced us I'm…"

But Harry interrupted him, still slightly dazed and with his eyes shifting between the man and the woman.

"I know who you are…" The couple looked at him in shock and then their faces turned guarded. "You are the Flamel's… How… Who… I thought you died… Dumbledore said…"

"Dumbledore? You knew Albus or Abeforth Dumbledore's offspring?" The woman, Pernelle, interrupted confused. "I thought they never got any before they died in that horrible war…"

She trailed of and looked at Harry with a horrified expression, as if she had said to much and as Harry shifted his gaze from Pernelle to Nickolas he saw the man draw his wand and point it at Harry. As Harry continued to try and work out what was going on and why no one else was reacting (He later realize that one of the Flamel's had put up a privacy ward).

"I'm sorry my boy, but no one is supposed to recognize us and this really is for the greater good…" Nickolas said as he twirled his wand and said:

"Obliviate" Harry reacted quicker than he thought possible and threw up a silent and wandless protego. The stunned Flamel's stared at him before he explained his story and told them everything that had happened to him. I was a relief to talk to someone who had experienced the same things as himself and more thereto.

~ The Green Eyed Phantom~

Harry quickly dried himself and conjured some new clothes before pacing around the room trying to figure out what to do next. He wanted to freak them out a bit, but how… Then it hit him… He quickly transformed into one of his animagus forms and made his way out of the closed and locked room smirking all the wile… He would like to see them explain this.

AN: So what do you think? Hopefully next update won't take as long…

Until next time

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Mysteria Malfoy

AN2: Some minor adjustments done… 11/3-2016