Another Beginning
Chapter Nine
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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter and Marvel they wouldn't be as popular because I'm a crap writer.
A/N: SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY
I SWEAR I WAS GOING TO UPDATE SO LONG AGO UGH
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Tony Stark was having a headache, and the whirling noise of the engine of the aircraft really wasn't helping. He mentally made a note to fix it later- preferably when his niece wasn't dying and the earth wasn't in mortal peril because of the glow cube of death. His head hasn't hurt so much since he tripped over Hazel's skateboard and crashed into his coffee table a year ago. But then again, he had collided with a large-ass wood block with a layer of glass on top at that time.
This time it was because the owner of the said skateboard used underage magic to go up against an alien/god/reindeer dude and nearly drained her magic core entirely before she even stepped foot into Hogwarts. He groaned. James would've had his head cut clean off for putting Hazel in danger.
Wincing, he shook the image of a pissed James Potter yelling his head off from heaven out of his head. But again, he probably deserved it. He probably shouldn't have brought Hazel into this mess at all- damn Pepper for being so observant about his files. Then again, the Dursleys would've been an even worse choice. But if only Hazel had been somewhere safer…
Oh god, why did he have to ruin everything?
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Meanwhile, Hazel was feeling a bit numb about the whole situation at hand. She nearly died. She could've. There might've been permanent damage to her magical core. It was likely, wasn't it? Uncle Tony said her parents had reasonably strong magical cores- going up against Voldemort three times and living and all that. But then again, if they really had been that strong, wouldn't they have survived the fourth?
She sighed, chucking the dripping ice pack onto the seat on her left. Hermione was fast asleep, no doubt exhausted from waking up so early and dealing with her shenanigans all day long. Phil had told them to get some rest (and ignore any explosions unless it was to bring them harm) earlier when the other aircraft abruptly landed in a forest clearing. And Hazel, far too tired to object or question it, simply nodded and told him to have fun. (Which she realized was probably not the correct thing to say, seeing how the Agent grimaced after hearing it.)
Truth be told, She was worried. Really worried. Tony's condition is getting worse, and it wasn't as if she doubted her uncle or anything… but… She sighed, shaking her head. She couldn't afford to get into another mess like this. Maybe she was just tired.
The last thing she remembered before dozing off was an explosion.
She wondered what Coulson and her Uncle were getting up to again.
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"Shh… She's still asleep." Hazel frowned. She was somewhere soft. Not as soft as her bed back home, but still decently soft. Her head felt heavy, and she had to pee, but other than that, she felt fine. She felt a hand brush across her cheeks, and she smiled. Uncle Tony was okay.
"Let her sleep. She must be exhausted." Hermione. "Are you sure it's safe to stay here, Mr. Stark?" Hazel groaned internally. She could practically hear the reluctance in her voice.
"I don't know. SHIELD is very safe, if that's what you're wondering, Hermione."
"No! I- I never doubted that! I just mean, wouldn't it be better if Hazel were to heal somewhere like her home?" Hermione tried to reason.
No!
Hazel was starting to panic. Screw all that about not getting into another mess- she'd sooner have them pry her dead body off the Helicarrier ground than leave Uncle Tony.
"I'm not going anywhere." She muttered, opening one eye. It was surprisingly bright. Squinting, she could make out Hermione's worried expression and her Uncle's relieved one. "I'm staying right here. You said so."
"Of course not." He kissed her on the forehead tenderly. "Now go get some more rest, kiddo. I'll arrange someone to bring you some food later. Hermione, let's go. I'll bring you to one of the spare rooms to stay, okay?"
"Sure. Bye, Hazel." Hermione gave her friend a small pat on the shoulder before following Tony out of the Helicarrier infirmary.
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When she woke up again, it appeared to be a lot later. Of course, this could've been because of the infirmary light has been turned off. She found a brown bag on the side of her bed, which smelled suspiciously like tuna. Tossing it aside, She gently pushed herself off the bed. The throbbing she felt on her head drastically reduced, but it was still there.
She smiled, somewhat relieved. Unless her core was disappearing forever, she was healing. Pushing the door opened, she looked around. None of the SHIELD agents she recognized were there. Surprisingly, she had never been to the Infirmary section of the Helicarrier before. She wasn't even sure they had one until now.
She was authorized to go through most sections (Thanks, uncle), so she wasn't particularily worried what path she chose. Hazel wandered around for a bit, wondering why the hell they had spare rooms on a flying plane thingy.
None of the agents passing by seemed concerned with her either. They'd seen Stark's niece a couple of times before- when Uncle Tony had brought her here, or when her lessons with Natasha collided with her work/mission schedule. Hazel briefly wondered where Natasha was. She did say she was involved with the mission in the file Uncle Tony received earlier. Hazel wasn't really surprised- Natasha was pretty damn good at everything SHIELD ever had her do. (Wasn't her rank level 7 or something? Hm…)
Lost in her own thoughts, Hazel hasn't even realized she'd accidentally stumbled into one of highly secure areas of the Helicarrier…
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A/N: Jesus Christ I need to give Hazel a break…. Anyway, feedback would be appreciated! I'm so sorry for not updating faster... Along with the extra short chapter… _
