AN: I was given a direct challenge to write this story by Crazyboi23.
AN2: This all takes place after the defeat of Voldemort
AN3: Sorry about the delay with posting anything, I was out of the country for a two week study abroad trip
Death's Avenger
Chapter one
-Harry-
With a sigh he looked around the pristine white train station he found himself in one again, wondering what it would be like on the other side. After defeating Voldemort he had thought he could have finally had a normal life, or at least as normal as it can get when you can blow things up with a silly word and a stick. Unofrtonately that wasn't to be, within the year of Voldemort's defeat he had disvocered that his fiancé and supposed love of his life Ginny Weasley had been dosing him with love potions and had been planning on using him as a way to fortune, fame, and power.
He had gone to his friends Neville and Luna and they had flushed the weakened potion from his system and made sure to periodically give him antidotes while they figured out how far this betrayal ran. It crushed him to find out that it wasn't just Ginny but Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, and even Dumbledore had been in on it. When they figured out how far it ran he had gone to the goblins and wrote out a new will, this time without the influene of the potion, and left them a copy of all the evidence.
After that he had confronted them on their betrayal but he hadn't expected Ron to pull out a gun and shoot him but as the trigger was being pulled he accepted his death and had a smile on his face when the bullet hit, looking forward to seeing his family again. When he woke up he was back in the white train station bordered life and death. As he walked around he noticed a figure approaching him out of the mist like before, only instead of Dumbledore it was a figure wearing a hooded black cloak. "Hello Master." the figure said when it was close enough, surprising him greatly.
"what?" he asked confused, but with a slight feeling of dread.
"I called you Master for that is what you are, the Master of Death." The hooded figure stated simply before waving his hands and three objects appeared before him, the cloak of invisibility, the resurrection stone, and the Death Stick. Slowly the three items seemed to dissolve and melt before they flowed together and formed a new item, a staff. The staff had an obsidian black shaft, silver blades, and a glowing emerald sphere between the blades which were at the head (AN: Just imagine Loki's scepter with the color changes). "This is the scepter of Death," the hooded figure stated as the scepter slowly floated away from the figure and over to him "it's power can only be used by the true master of Death which is you.".
"But I was defeated," he said confused "Ron shot me.".
"You accepted your Death," the figure said with a shake of his head "and with that acceptance came protection. You reteianed your master over Death and the death stick, now it is dtime for you to begin your duty as the Master of Death.".
"Duty?" he asked confused, wondering if he was supposed to become a new Death and replace the figure in front of him.
"You are not the first to become the Master of Death," the figure told him "just the most recent. Every new Master of Death shall be sent to three different worlds that desperately need their power. They enter the worlds one at a time and live out a full life in the first two worlds but once they enter the third one their aging stops. If you are in need of something when you go to a new world then we shall provide it if is within reason. We also provide all of your possessions from this world to go with you.".
"A new world," he mused thoughtfully "a new life. Very well, I accept.".
Nodding the figure sent the scepter the rest of the way and he grasped it, reveling in the feeling of power that rushed through him "The staff has the same powers as the three separate Hallows as well as there being a few other powers unique to the scepter but you will have to learn those on your own.".
Before he could react the figure quickly carried him into a waiting train and jumped out, waving as it began moving away causing him to chuckle before sitting back and enjoying the ride to his new life.
-Iron Man-
Panting inside his suit Tony Stark punched the blonde asshole with the hammer in the head but before either of them could attack again he heard a loud voice yell "ENOUGH!" causing both him and blondie to turn in shock at the voice.
Looking he saw a man standing on part of a broken tree, a man that had a startling similarity to Loki with the black hair going to his shoulders, the flowing robes, and the strange scepter but there were several key differences. Loki's eyes weren't emerald green nor did they glow, Loki didn't have a metal right arm, Loki's staff was bronze, grey, and blue instead of black, silver, and green, and even the robes were different with Loki having leaf green and bronze while the figure had black and silver. "Who are you?" blondie demanded but sounded shaken for some reason.
"I go by many names, which one I shall use today is unimportant," the figure said calmly "what is important is that you two toddlers put your petty little argument aside. ".
"I agree with the…whoever he is." Rogers said, dropping down out of another tree "Now Stark, shut off the suit, and you, put the Hammer down.".
"yeah, no" he said "bad cal. He loves his…" he wasn't able to finish his comment as blondie backhanded him with the hammer, sending him flying back into a tree.
"You want me to put the hammer down?" blondie asked angrily before jumping up into the air and bringing the hammer down with a yell on the Captain's shield causing a shock wave to rip forth from the point of impact only for the cloaked figure to wave his hand and redireict the energy up into the sky causing his jaw to drop.
"Are you children done yet?" the figure asked sounding exceedingly bored "Because if you are, then we might be able to get some work done around here.".
-Harry-
Looking at the three 'heroes' in front of him he sighed, in a mixture of exasperation and relief. Exasperated due to how easily they fight among themselves but relieved as this was his third world, finally he could stay in one realms and live his life out.
The first realm he stopped in was much less advanced than the one he was born in, akin to a massive Viking nation that he found out was called Skyrim. He had aided a man that he later learned was known as the Dovakhiin or 'Dragon Born' in a war against Alduin. They had eventually won but he had lost his right arm later on in his life there. He had enjoyed his life in that world as he had seen the 'Dragon Born' as something like a brother to him, he had even learned use of 'the voice', and had even stood with his friend when he got married to a werewolf warrior known as Aela the Huntress. When he had died in that world he had returned othte white train station and his age res reversed till he was once again eighteen before he was given several bars of goblin made steel and a special liquid that would heat up a fire enough to melt them down and reshape them.
After that he was sent to a new world where he found himself in a country known as Amestris where he befriended a young teenager known as Edward Elric while Edward's friend Winry used the metal to make a mechanical right arm to replace the one he had lost for him. He had aided Edward, and his brother Alphonse, in their battle against the Hommucnuli and their 'father' before they won the battle. After the battle he had eventually stood at both Edward and Alphonse as they got married to their wives. He had died from old age in that world and woke up again in the train station in his late twenties.
Now he was in a world of heroes and power and all he knew was that he had to help these 'Avengers' in their war.