Spoilers END GAME and Spiderman TRAILER: I will spoil who lives and who dies from End Game, and one natural 'no, duh' that was revealed in the trailer.

KEYNOTE: I use one thing from the 'Far From Home' trailer, the rest is really, I swear, pure fanfiction, ideas inspired by my childhood obsession with Artemis Fowl.

Chapter 10 - Enemy of My Enemy

"Hello, Mr. Romanoff."

"Hello Fred, hello George," Harry said, making eye contact with the correct twin.

Only the slight surprise on their faces gave away that he had remembered correctly which twin was which. Each of them slung an arm around his shoulder and Harry did his best not to tense when they smiled evilly at him.

"We knew," George started.

"That you were following us," Fred continued.

"That day we pranked our brother."

"And what day was that?" Harry asked smoothly.

Fred wagged a finger at him, "No, don't try that with us, we saw you hiding behind the armour."

And Harry kicked himself for not realizing that as soon as he had figured out what the map was. They would have seen his name behind theirs, but he didn't let it show. "Did you both hit your head? I don't hide behind armour."

They stopped, and George stepped in front of him, putting a hand on Harry's chest, "How did you get it?"

"This mystical map?" Harry asked coolly, "I don't know, because I didn't 'get it.' Now, stop touching me."

Fred tightened his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Listen, Romanoff, we like you, really, we do, but-"

"Three," Harry began counting.

"But," George emphasized, "You can't steal fro-"

"Two."

"Quit counting," Fred snapped, "Just give us-"

"One," Harry said, and before the twins could so much as draw breath to speak, he had them twins on their backs.

He was pretty used to fighting people who had even a mediocre level of self defence -but that had been truly pathetic on their parts. He had merely twisted Fred's arm and swung George by grabbing his wrist.

"I don't have your damn map, and if you know what's good for you, you will leave me alone."

Fred sat up, holding his arm to his chest, and said angrily, "You should have been in Slytherin."

"Yeah," George said sitting up with a wince, holding his wrist like a broken wing.

Such dramatics, Harry thought, I didn't even strain anything.

"Because you're a snake," George completed his taunt.

Harry rolled his eyes and said dryly, "Very clever. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have books to read."

"He didn't even mention who might have put Harry's name in the Goblet," Lily ranted pacing their new apartment.

They had both wanted to buy a house, but when walking into the nice homey space the realtor had found for them…

Well, the reality that they were never getting Harry back had sunk in.

James and Lily's chance at a stable normal family had expired in the last decade. Harry wasn't one to want to settle down in any one place, and even if he did, it would be with Natasha, not them. At most, they would get visits.

And not even James deluded himself that they could handle another child, emotionally they wouldn't have been able to cope.

But aside from these sad revelations, the new apartment was a vast step up from their old one. The space was completely open, and they had traded grey for white, with bright splashes of oranges and reds from throw blankets and pillows on the white furniture. The floors were hardwood and gleamed with finish so polished one could practically see their reflection in it. The kitchen counters were granite, and there were three guest rooms in addition to the master bedroom.

It was a large, expensive apartment in London, but they could afford it. Even after travelling on their every free day off, they were still wealthy. Magical transport didn't cost much and they had never really gone sightseeing or enjoyed being abroad.

"James, are you even listening to me?"

He looked up sharply, and shook his head, he'd been staring at a blank wall thinking they should put a painting up, though he had not the slightest idea as to what he would choose. "Sorry, Lils. But I agree, Dumbledore is hiding things from us. We don't know if he was apart of what was done to Harry with this tournament, but we do know he had something to do with Halloween."

"That damn prophecy."

James closed his eyes and replayed those words in his head, "Why was he so sure the prophecy meant Harry?"

"Who?" she asked, "Dumbledore or Voldemort?"

"Either," he said, "both. It could have easily have been Alice and Frank's boy."

She sat on a stool, and grabbed her mug of coffee that had cooled enough to drink, "I wish we knew what the Death Eaters knew."

"That's why we asked for a meeting with the Malfoys, isn't it?"

She made a face, "I don't know if I can play civil long enough to get anything out of them."

"Why not ask Snape for help?" as soon as he said the words he wanted to take them back, but Snape was better than the Malfoys.

But Lily was already shaking her head, "He's too close to Dumbledore, if he knew what we were up to…"

James sighed, "Same with Remus. He's my friend, but his blind faith… I just can't confide in him."

Something crossed Lily's expression.

"What?" he asked.

She shook her head again, "Nothing, it's, well it's just that he thinks it is because he's a werewolf that we don't invite him over as much as Sirius."

James sighed, "I know. And speaking of Sirius, where the hell is he? We need a plan before we g-"

Sirius popped into the living room, as it was a muggle building he couldn't pop into the hall as would have been polite. "I'm here! Cissa is going to be just pleased as punch when she has to greet me too."

"She'll get over it," Lily said, "She pretends she's never met you before, I don't know why that would change while she is treating you as a guest."

"Remind me why we're doing this again?" he asked as he went to the coffee maker to pour himself a mug. "My family, excluding Andromeda, Ted, and Tonks, are all dragon dung heaps."

"Because," James said slowly, "We need to knock Dumbledore down a peg or two, or else he's never going to be manoeuvred into revealing any useful information."

"Yeah," Sirius said, leaning against the counter with a large mug in hand that had dancing penguins wearing party hats and devil horns on it, as well as a caption that read, 'When Hell Freezes Over.' "But what do want to happen? Lucy has been trying to go after Dumbledore for ages."

"Not with our help," Lily countered.

"Dumbledore is never going to open up to us if we go at him head on," Sirius said.

"That's what Sev and Remus are for."

James shook his head, "Sirius has a point, Lils."

She glared at him, "You both agreed to this plan before today."

Sirius and James exchanged a look, and James said, "True, and I'm not saying I'm not still infuriated with the old coot, but now that the hour is upon us, Lily, there will be no going back from this if we take a public stand against him."

She put down her mug, determination on her face, "Just because he's on the right side, doesn't mean he can't make mistakes, just because our world looks up to him, doesn't mean he should be allowed to get away with everything. James, he messed with our life, and Order of the Phoenix members or not, we didn't sign Harry up to be a part of his games. And if he truly believes Voldemort isn't gone yet, those games are far from over."

It was Sirius who said what needed to be said, "Yeah, but even if we want to go against Albus Dumbledore, Greatest Wizard of Our Age, the Malfoys have no reason to trust us, and none of us are really good a tact."

No, tact wasn't any of their specialities. They all solved cases by being ruthlessly persistent, powerful, and with a general lack of self-preservation invoked that their typical suspects didn't stand a chance, so long as they stayed within apparating distance. James and Lily were well versed in going abroad, but they were legally limited in what they were allowed to do on foreign soil.

And now that it was said out loud, even Lily looked a bit crestfallen, "So what do you suggest we do?"

James sighed, "I was thinking… perhaps, perhaps we ask Natasha to join us."

Lily glared at him.

"If we really want to do this, don't you think she would be useful?"

"I just want to meet the woman," Sirius said cheerfully.

Lily sighed, "It would be interesting to see how she handled herself with people like the Malfoys, she nearly killed Dumbledore, after all."

"She did what!?" Sirius exclaimed, nearly choking on his coffee.

Lily waved his reaction away, "Fine, we'll ask, the meeting isn't until the afternoon, and as it is just after breakfast, we should have enough time to catch her up to speed on our suspicions."

James sighed in relief, and he, unlike Lily, wasn't really reluctant to see the other witch. After getting to know his son a bit, he had realized how close the two were. So the closer to Natasha they got, the closer to Harry they would be.

Year 2024, In a Universe Far Away

"MJ, come on, I have to show you this," Peter Parker said, gently pulling on his friend's hand.

"Since when do you have a lab?" she asked, stepping into the renovated apartment above the one Peter and his Aunt May actually rented.

"That isn't important," he said, so excited his words tripped over themselves. He grabbed a little dish off the table, "This is what's important!"

She didn't take it from him, "A petri-dish? You brought me to your top secret, disguised lab, and you want to show me a petri-dish?"

He sighed, but his excitement didn't dim, "It's not a petri-dish, well, it is, but that isn't the point. It's what's inside the petri-dish."

"Enlighten me," she said, voice as dry as a desert at high noon in summer, but her lips twitched upward despite herself.

He seemed to vibrate with energy and began speaking about science nerd stuff so fast, as smart as MJ was, she was having a hard time following. "Sooo," she said finally, "You made an artificial plant?"

"Yes, no, well yes, but not exactly. It's bio-tech. It's not so much a synthetic plant as it is a living machine. I didn't make a piece of tech, I didn't grow cells, I grew tech into cells! Bio-tech, it's, it's the next step!"

She shook her head, "Peter, that is both amazing and terrifying. Next time robots take over the planet, I'm blaming you, and I'm not paying your bail."

He pouted at her, "It isn't going to take over the planet. Like you said, it's like a plant, it isn't a self-sufficient thinking thing, it's just-"

She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers, "alive!"

He grinned, "Yep, it's alive."

She rolled her eyes, but grinned back, "Plants can be pretty crazy, I mean, plants grow in the cracks of sidewalks. Plants are like the ultimate survivors."

"Well," Peter said, not dismissing her implied warning, "This is the really early stages, I haven't had success outside of the petri-dish." He smiled, "So we, you, have time to come up with scenarios."

"Doomsday is upon us," she prophesied, and her smile grew.

Peter thought she was the most beautiful person in the universe, and the more he got to know her, the more he thought so, "If you aren't careful, people will think you're a super villain."

"Please," she said, waving his comment away, "I'm just me."

"And you're pretty great."

She looked away, to hide her smile, "And what else do you have going for you in this la- Peter!"

"What? What!?" he asked scanning the room.

She was staring down at his hand, "That!"

He looked down at his hands and something was bleeding out of the petri-dish, he dropped it, and liquid spilled out onto the floor. The room was flooding and with not enough time to so much as reach the door, Peter scooped MJ into his arms and jumped back onto the table.

"What did you make?"

Peter was staring down at the substance, it glowed and pulsed, ruby and black. "I didn't make this… I think, I think it's an infinity stone."

"I thought those were all destroyed."

"So did I!" he exclaimed, his panic rising with the waves of the liquid.

"Also, not to be a stickler, but it looks more like syrup than a stone."

Peter was looking around the room for something, anything to help him, but the lab was already flooded, and he didn't have his suit on. His tech and the stuff he had inherited was in his book bag on the ground below the water-stone-thing.

"Which stone is it?" MJ asked becoming more clear headed.

"The red one."

"I can see that! But what does it do?"

"I don't know," he said looking up at the ceiling, wondering if they could escape through a vent or something.

"I thought you were an Avenger!"

"They brought me in late for the magic stone briefing!"

He picked her back up and jumped for the ceiling vent, but he was too late and with a wash of liquid that was both heavy and light, cold and scolding, they were swallowed into the aether.

Reality itself was undone.

1994, A Potterverse, Malfoy Manor

Natasha was pleased that the Potters had come to her for help, and they didn't even know how well suited she was to this kind of job.

Manipulate two high classed bad guys into doing what they already wanted to do? How could they make it any easier?

Answer: invisibility cloak.

James had had the correct suspicion that she was more than just someone in the military and would be able to snoop around the house easier than the rest of them. She was meant to check the house for anything that they might be able to use as blackmail. It was the type of overkill she supported in a plan.

For her own plans, she had no intention of giving the cloak back, it was her free ticket through Hogwarts, with this in her purse and the map, nothing could stop her.

"I like your robes," Sirius, the Potter's best friend and Harry's rightful godfather, said as they walked up to the drive.

Her robes were form fitting but loose, comfortable, and the colour was the deepest shade of Persian blue, embroidered with silver. She was easily the best dressed, and she knew it would win her points with the Malfoys and distract Mr. Malfoy in particular.

She smiled at him demurely, "Thank you, Mr. Black."

He laughed, a barking sound that was nearly startling in its intensity, "Don't call me that, I'm Sirius, well, in name at least."

There were shadows in his eyes, but he didn't seem as broken as the Potters.

Natasha smiled slightly then dipped her head, letting her hair fall forward, she saw Sirius's face softened out of the corner of her eye.

He fell for her act, hook, line, and sinker.

She had to fight not to smile wider when she spotted the flash of jealousy on both Lily and James's face as they frowned at her and Sirius.

Of course, they wouldn't have called it jealousy, they would have said they were being protective over their friend, but she was an old hand at this game, and the Potters had neglected themselves too far to be healthy individuals that could resist her charms.

The door was opened by a-

"What is that?" Natasha asked aloud, it was too weird looking, like a child, a ragged, dirty child. But it was too misshapen to be human.

"A house-elf," Sirius said with no love in his voice.

Lily huffed at him. "Hello, who are you?" she greeted the creature.

It squeaked at this, lowered its bulbous eyes and said in a high voice, "Master told Dobby to invite you into the parlour."

Great, they have slaves, backward British society indeed. Natasha glared at James and he shook his head slightly, without a word, telling her that no, he didn't approve of this either.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were as immaculately dressed as she was and they spent the good part of an hour exchanging barbed small talk. Natasha did all of the talking on their side, the other three sat in rigid, uncomfortable silence, except for Sirius who was seeing how many sugar cubes he could put into Lily's cup of tea before she stopped him.

Lucius, as he wished to be called, was completely hers, Natasha could have convinced him that the moon was made out of Swiss cheese at this point, and Narcissa had softened her icy disapproval to cool interest that seemed to be more than Sirius had been expecting was possible.

"Aside from finally finding civilized company, cousin," Narcissa said, finally cutting to the point, "what brings you all to our home?"

James cleared his throat, "Albus Dumbledore."

Narcissa expression hardened over like watching a video of a lake freezing in fast forward. "And what does he want?"

"Presumably," Natasha said, redirecting her attention, "for us not to be here."

The blonde tilted her head like a bird, "Explain."

Lily took in a deep breath, then in an exhale, she said, "We think Dumbledore put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire."

Their eyes widened, and Natasha watched in satisfaction as they caught them, like a leg in a bear trap.

Lucius leaned back in his seat, obviously wishing to seem in control and failing because of the eagerness reflected in his steel-grey eyes. "You want to press charges."

"No," Lily said, "we want to ruin him."

"You?" Narcissa laughed, her laughter was tight and short as if she didn't laugh much, "Why should we believe that the Potters, Aurors, and Order of the Phoenix members would want to drag Albus Dumbledore's name through the mud?"

"Because," James said, speaking up, "He put our son in danger. He's interfered too often in our lives. It must end, our lives are not pieces in his game. Age is not the same thing as wisdom."

"Who are we to argue," Lucius said, his eagerness did not show in his voice, but it did in the fact that he did not argue with them further, even if just for show.

They were so easy.

Natasha asked, "Is there a lady's room I might use?"

"Down the hall to your right," Narcissa said with a polite smile, the suspicion in her eyes was not for her, and Natasha was momentarily forgotten the second she left the room.

Luckily, this hall was not lined with portraits, and she slipped the cloak on, and made quick work of searching the Manor. She steered clear of the bedrooms, people like the Malfoys wouldn't be so classless to hide something in their intimate space nor in a guest room.

The manor was large, but not that large, and secret floors weren't that secret if you were a professional. And Natasha Romanoff was very professional.

Peter and MJ landed in the woods, the aether dissolving around them. It soaked into the earth and disappeared as if it had never been.

"Peter," MJ said, face squashed to his chest, "too. Tight."

He released her automatically, and she fell back into the dirt.

"Oh my God, are you okay? MJ?"

She ran a hand through her hair, "Yeah, I mean, after being attacked by a primal force of existence and being transported to the woods, yeah, I'd say being alive is okay."

Peter patted himself down, "I don't have my phone on me, it was in my bag."

She pulled hers out of her pocket. Unlocking it she glared down at where her GPS said they were. "Peter," she said, "We're in Northern Scotland."

"No way! Let me see."

She passed him the phone, and she laid back on the ground, staring up at the trees.

"I'll call Happy," he said. Then after a moment, he cursed, "No signal."

She sighed, "Figures." Getting to her feet, she said, "Let's get out of the woods. Which way do we go?"

"Um, I don't know, the GPS isn't working."

"Let me see," she said, holding her hand out, but the moment the phone touched her hand again, the screen went black. "Perfect."

They looked around them and Peter's spider sense was going off as if someone was petting his fur backwards -well, if he had fur, which he didn't!

"Let's just pick a direction and keep walking, no one knows where we went," he said, "So staying put isn't going to do us any good."

"Don't worry, Scotland is definitely going to be their first choice."

He sighed.

They walked for what felt like hours, and Peter kept looking over his shoulder, searching for things he couldn't see.

Oddly, MJ didn't seem to be having any problems, in fact, the longer they walked the surer her footsteps seemed to become.

Until they finally came to a break in the trees.

"Okay, that's a cool castle," she said.

Peter frowned, "What castle?"

She gave him an exasperated look, "That one, loser."

"MJ, I don't see anything."

She grabbed his hand and tugged him forward, when they came past the treeline, the castle appeared out of thin air.

He gasped, "Okay, okay, you were right, totally right, that's a big castle."

She started for it, but he held her back, "Don't, MJ, wait."

She looked at him, "Come on, the sun is setting."

"Let's look for a town, there can't be one too far from here."

"Peter-"

"I have a bad feeling about that place, everything in me tells me its wrong." It was like the woods, but instead a tingling sensation, it was more like a loud angry buzz. That castle wasn't normal, and that was setting aside the fact that it had appeared out of thin air.

MJ, however, seemed to be pulled toward it.

Peter didn't let go of her hand, "Please, MJ, trust me on this one, please?"

She stopped walking toward it, but even as they circled the giant structure, she stared at it as if compelled. She didn't talk, and it worried him.

They did find a town after the light from the sun had all but faded.

"I guess we found a Renaissance Fair," MJ said.

The people here were certainly dressed weird, "But where are the knights?"

An older man with a long beard and longer hair, frowned down at them as he passed.

Sure, we're the weird ones.

They entered a shop, a candy shop, with candy that… moved?

"Ice Mice?" MJ asked under her breath as she read one of the labels.

"What can I do for you today?" a man behind the counter asked jovially.

"We're just looking for a phone, I need to make a call home, please?" Peter asked.

The man smiled at him condescendingly, "We don't have any muggle contraptions in this town, you're welcome to use my fireplace though."

Peter blinked at him.

MJ asked, "I'm sorry, did you just say no one has a phone here?"

Peter was a bit more concerned about the fireplace remark.

"That's right, this is a proper town, no muggles live here, a few squibs, but no muggles."

"Right," MJ said, "how much for a lollipop?"

"Five knuts."

Peter took her arm, "All out of knuts, sadly. Sorry to bother you, sir." And they left as quickly as they could without running.

"Wait!" he called as the door shut behind them, "You can still use the floo powder!"

They made it back out into the street. "The inn," MJ said, "Let's try the inn. Someone there must be sane, one of the guests at least."

"No phones," the owner told them, "Nothing muggle is going to work here, all magic."

"Magic?" Peter repeated, "What kind of magic?"

The man frowned at him, but was called away by another customer.

"Maybe we're not in Scotland," MJ whispered.

"Peter Parker?"

Peter spun, and saw the very last person he would have expected to see, "Black Widow?"

The very lovely Natasha Romanoff appeared before them, wearing dark blue robes. She peered down at them, her hair longer than when he had last seen it, but she looked unaged, and most surprisingly out of anything that had happened, alive.

"Great," MJ said, "We died. I blame you, Parker."

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