The portal opened.
Chaos reigned across the streets of New York as the chitauri came flooding from the huge, gaping hole in the sky, a gateway to space. The aliens laid waste to anything and anyone they came across, firing at every unfortunate soul whether they be man, woman or child without any inkling of remorse. People fled in terror, running and screaming, praying that they might be spared. Wails of grief and pain were lost in the explosions of noise that occurred as the slaughter continued.
What Tony witnessed filled him with unbridled anger at what was being done to his city and the people who lived there. A sense of helplessness at the sheer number of enemies battled against his other raging emotions but he fought to tamper it down and not let it overwhelm him. He surged ahead, taking out enemies swiftly and mercilessly.
Thor battled with Loki, knowing that his brother would not listen to reason. The person before him was foreign to the man he once recognised as his brother. To murder an innocent boy as he did Harry showed just how far into madness Loki had fallen.
Captain America, Black Widow and Hawkeye arrived in the jet, aiding in the fight. They fired at Loki only to be brought down with a single blast from the god's staff. They emerged from the downed jet, taking stock of the situation and joined the battle soon after.
Steve fault with everything he had, taking down one of the chitauri down after the other, still fighting even when he got injured or knocked down. He was not going to allow these creatures to take over Earth, for Loki to win. The god of tricks would pay for the devastation and lives lost he had caused. That monster would pay for taking his son from him.
Darkness.
Endless darkness, surrounding him, embracing him. His thoughts were murky, his memory hazy. It took time for his head to clear.
"Hello?" Harry called out uncertainly, silence his only answer.
Where was he? Where were his friends and loved ones he had lost? Harry remembered fighting Loki, the piercing pain as the blade broke his skin only to be ripped out and then taking his last breath. He was dead. Was this all there was? Would he not be reunited with his family? These thoughts raced through the teen's mind, his panic gnawing away at him. To be alone for eternity was terrifying, the thought unbearable.
"Master," a voice sounded, interrupting his emotional turmoil.
Frantically, he searched around him for the source, finding nothing. Where had it come from? Who was there?
"Master," the voice called.
A figure appeared before him and he knew instinctually who it was.
"Death," Harry said.