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Power of Magic : Actually Cap would be physically stronger but this Harry would be either equal to or better than Cap in terms of hand to hand combat, remember he lived up to 121 years old on his last world and spent most of his life fighting in a war, plus he also had army training.

Flaming Drongo : I'm currently writing the latest chapter but it's taking longer than I thought it would but hopefully it will come out soon, I am aiming for later this week.

manroyal277 : Thank you, I thought the Harry in Raven was too strong and perfect so I am trying to make this one more different.

Chapter 19 :

Harry sat on a chair that was positioned at the end of the bed that Steve Rogers AKA Captain America was sleeping on, his Captain America outfit had been replaced with brown trousers and a white shirt. They were both currently in a medical room at a Shield facility, Coulson and Fury had originally wanted to build a room similar to a hospital rooms from the time where the Captain came from but Harry had shot that idea down and insisted that they just keep things as honest and simple as possible.

Harry's wand flicked into his hand, he pointed it at the Captain and sent a spell to wake him before he got rid of his wand. Steve Rogers jumped to a sitting position, his eyes were wide and he had quickly begun looking around the room to see where he was, eventually his eyes stopped on Harry and narrowed slightly.

"Who are you? And where am I?" He asked quickly.

"You can call me Harry." Harry replied, just glad that the Captain was not a 'attack first and ask questions later' type of guy. He was also a bit surprised that the man had not commented on his hair yet but knew that it would probably come up eventually.

"British?" He guessed.

"Let me guess, the accent?" Harry asked, Steve nodded in response. "Alright, well Captain, may I call you Steve?" Steve nodded though Harry could tell that the man was ready to attack him if he felt threatened. "What is the last thing you remember?"

"I...I was in a plane, and I crashed into the ice." Steve frowned.

"Yeah, that's about right," Harry sighed. "well you were in that ice for a long time."

"How long?" Steve asked quickly. "And where am I?"

"You're at a Shield base."

"Shield?"

"It stands for 'Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division'."

"That's a bit of a mouthful." Steve commented.

"Indeed," Harry nodded "Shield was founded after the SSR defeated Hydra, it was formed in the 1950's by three people you more than likely know." Harry said, noticing Steve pick up on the fact that he was at least in the 50s. "The three founders are Chester Phillips, Howard Stark and Peggy Carter." It was hard for Harry to not notice the look of recognition Steve had every time Harry mentioned a name. "As for how long you have been in that ice, well the answer is about 70 years or so."

"70?! You're saying I have been frozen for about 70 years?!" Steve blurted out in shock.

"Give or take." Harry nodded. "You've missed a lot."

"That...that's a lot to take in," Steve said. "I...I had a date." He added, more to himself.

"Yeah..." Harry wasn't really sure to handle this so decided to instead settle on a classic British method of cheering Steve up. "sorry about that I guess...do you want some tea?" Harry offered.

"Wow." Steve said in a quiet voice as he walked alongside Harry. Harry had managed to convince Fury to let him take Steve out to see the world, though he had to promise to bring him back after. When Steve wasn't looking Harry had waved his wand and created some clothes for him. Which was why Steve was wearing black trainers, blue jeans, a white shirt and a black jacket, Harry wore the same except with a grey shirt. Harry could tell that Steve found the clothes interesting or at least very different from what he was used to.

"Let me guess, not the same as your time." Harry said when he saw Steve looking around.

"Nope," Steve shook his head. "definitely not."

"I can't say anything about your time but I will assume that the food is probably better now. There have been plenty of advances in food, clothes, technology and just about any and everything else." Harry replied. "Come on, I reckon that you are probably hungry, we'll go get something to eat." Harry said before he began walking towards a chip shop.

"I don't have any money." Steve said as he followed Harry.

"Naturally, you were frozen in ice for 70 years, I am still surprised you have functioning organs." Harry replied. "Today's on me, what do you want to eat?" Harry asked as they entered the shop.

"I don't really know, surprise me." Steve replied.

"Fine, go take a seat. I'll be back in a sec with the food." Harry said before he left to go buy food. He returned a few minutes later with a tray which he placed down on the table, he sat opposite Steve. "Burger and chips for me, same for you. Try it out."

"Okay," Steve said as he took his burger and took a bite, he let out very pleased noise before he could stop himself. "wow, that's good!"

"Glad you like it." Harry smirked before he started eating as well. Harry stayed silent, wondering if Steve was going to say anything but Steve decided to focus on his food so Harry did the same. A short while later both had finished and left the shop.

"That was great." Steve said as the two walked together.

"Glad it meets your approval." Harry said before noticing Steve looking all around, he saw Steve paying attention to the clothing that people wore, the technology around him and just everything. "You'll get used to it." Harry said, bringing Steve's attention back to him.

"What?" Steve asked as he looked at him.

"A new world, new people, you'll get used to it." Harry responded.

"You sound like you speak from experience." Steve commented, he waited for Harry's response but Harry stayed silent. "So, if you don't mind me asking, is the white hair a common thing these days?"

"Not really," Harry shrugged. "some people decide for whatever reason that they want to change their hair colour, then they dye it but I was born with white hair."

"Oh, sorry, I...it's just that I don't really know what's normal or not anymore," Steve said apologetically. "this world...it just looks so different."

"I get it," Harry replied. "in some ways it's better and in some ways it is worse. It's not perfect but I don't think it ever was."

"True," Steve nodded in agreement. "so, how long have you been working with Shield? If you don't mind me asking."

"A few years," Harry answered. "I am an ex-soldier, I didn't have a purpose after I stopped being a soldier and I was just wandering around aimlessly, they gave me one. I don't really work for them as much as I work with them, they give me missions but I still have the right to refuse if I don't like them. They only ever call me for certain missions, they'll probably want you to join up as well, providing you're still physically and mentally capable."

"And do you think I should?" He asked.

"I think you should do what you want, stay out of the spotlight and enjoy the rest of your life in peace or join Shield and keep fighting, it's all up to you. Though from what little I know about you I would guess that you'd probably still be up for a fight." Harry responded. "Just do yourself a favour, if you don't want to do something then say no. You have done more than enough for the good of others, if you want to keep doing so then let it be because you want to, not because somebody else wants you to."

"Thank you." Steve said in a soft voice.

"Your welcome I suppose, come on, we should get you back before I get in trouble." Harry replied.

Harry was calmly watching TV when his phone began ringing, he rubbed his eyes and paused the TV before he took out his phone and answered it.

"Mr Potter," Fury's voice came from over his phone. "are you there?"

"Who else would it be?" Harry rolled his eyes as his yawned. "What do you want Fury? Is this something to do with Steve Rogers?" Harry asked.

"We have a situation," Fury replied, his voice somehow managed to sound far more serious than usual, serious enough to gain Harry's full attention. "Agent Romanoff has spent the last few days on a mission for me, today I received a distress call from her, it is believed that she is still alive but has been captured."

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"Mr Potter?"

"Tell me everything."

Grim kicked the door down, walking into the hallway in his new suit. His wand was in his hand, his eyes were green, he walked like a man on a mission.

The two men came out of a room, both holding guns in their hands. Grim flicked his wand and sent their guns flying out of their hands, he aimed his wand at the man on the right. The man screamed in pain as he felt his hair being pulled out of his head. His hair shot out from his scalp before it all combined together into the shape of a blade, another flick of Grim's wand and the hair turned into an actual blade that flew into the chest of the other man.

Grim cut down the first man with a cutting curse to the neck before finishing off the second with a couple of piercing curses to the chest. Grim walked past the bodies, barely giving them a glance. He turned the corner and saw two men charging towards him, one with a bat in his hands and the man behind him charged with a knife in his hands. Grim ducked under the bat and hit the second man with a kick to the chest that sent him flying backwards and landing on his back.

The man with the bat swung again but Grim once again avoided it, with a simple flick of his wand the bat changed into a snake, the man who held it screamed and tossed it away, unintentionally dropping it near the knife wielder who was about to stand up before noticing the snake, the snake hissed before jumping at the man and sinking its fangs into his neck. The other man watched on in horror, therefore he missed Grim throwing a bone breaker at his skull which left him completely vulnerable to the right hook that followed, the man crashed head first into the floor. If that was not enough to kill him then Grim stomping on his head probably didn't help.

Grim walked past them, giving the two barely another thought. He placed a hand on his chest and pulled a knife out, he turned a corner and saw three men standing with guns. Grim knocked them all down with a blast from his wand, he threw the knife at the closest and it pierced through his chest. He shot the second with a killing curse which dripped him instantly. Grim hit the third with a powerful cruciatus curse that stopped him from getting up, Grim summoned the knife out of the first man but only did so to throw it back into his body. He summoned it out one more time and threw it one last time before walking on.

"Speak!" Natasha heard him yell before he slapped her face. She spat some blood out, feeling glad that he had not managed to knock out any teeth, seduction missions would be a lot harder if she was missing teeth. "Speak!" He barked.

Natasha turned her head to look at her captor, a blonde haired man with blue eyes and dressed in a suit. Behind him were two men, simply thugs working for the blonde one, both holding machine guns. The room was dark grey from the bottom to the top, the dark brown metal door was the only exit and on the opposite side of the room.

She herself was sat on a floor, her her wrists chained to the wall behind a chair her, limiting her movement. Her legs were chained to the floor meaning that if she wanted to escape she not only had to get out of the chains on her arms, but the ones on her legs. Her right cheek was bruised and her lip had a cut on the left side, there was also a small amount of blood pouring out of her forehead and she was pretty sure that at least three of her ribs were broken and her left ankle was sprained. All in all, not the worst situation she had ever been in.

"Who are you working for?!" The blonde demanded as he grabbed her by the hair

"I told you, I am not working for anybody!" Natasha lied, making sure to act destressed as well. She was about to say more but trailed off when she saw the two thugs behind the blonde silently drop unconscious.

"I know you are lying bitch," The man leered at her. "you will tell me one way or another. I am going to make sure of that. Now we can do this the easy way or the..." The man trailed off as he realized somebody had just moved behind him. "What?!" He snapped as he turned around only for his eyes to widen in fear upon seeing Grim standing in front of him.

Grim grabbed him by the throat before throwing him half way across the room, Grim flicked his wand in Natasha's direction and her chains released her. Grim turned back to the blonde who had gotten back to his feet, the blonde pulled out a gun which was quickly blasted out of his hand. Grim shot chains out of him from his wand, the chains wrapped around the blonde and left him on the floor and unable to move.

"Are you okay?" Grim asked Natasha.

"I've had worse." Natasha replied dismissively. "I will be fine."

"Good." Grim said before he turned back to the blonde and fired a cruciatus curse at the blonde, the blonde cried out in pain. Grim walked towards him, not letting the curse stop, Grim wrapped one hand around the blondes throat and squeezed while keeping the curse up.

"Stop," Natasha said, "stop," She walked towards him, slower than she'd like due to her injuries. "Harry!" She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly, causing Grim to stop the curse and look towards her.

"What?"

"We need him alive." Natasha said. "Please." She added in a quiet voice when he looked like he was going to argue.

"Fine," Grim growled before hitting him with a stunner, Grim hit him with a featherweight charm to make him weightless, he picked him up and placed him over his shoulder before he offered an arm to Natasha. "hold tight." Grim added before he teleported the two out.

"Thanks." Natasha said as she sat in a hospital bed, Harry was sat next to her and waving his wand over her. He had healed her ribs and her ankle along with the cut on her head, he was now working on the bruise on her face and the cut on her lip.

"You're welcome, now stay still, I don't want to accidently poke you in the eye." Harry said as he waved his wand over her face. "This will sting slightly." Harry warned.

"Okay..." Natasha's words stopped as she let out a slight hiss when she felt a stinging sensation on her cheek.

"Told you." Harry said as he waved his wand and conjured a hand mirror. "Take a look." Harry said as he handed it to her.

"Thanks," Natasha said as she took the mirror, she looked at her face and was glad to see it looked undamaged, as if it was never damaged in the first place. "magic is still amazing." She smiled as she offered him the mirror.

"Keep it if you want." Harry replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't mind, I got it for free." Harry joked. "You can keep it or I can get rid of it."

"I'll keep it then," She shrugged before setting it aside. "no point in wasting a good mirror. So...thanks again for saving me."

"It's alright, just doing my job." Harry replied. "Your injuries are healed but if you want to go see a doctor to be sure then feel free."

"You were going to kill him, weren't you?" Natasha asked suddenly, her green eyes meeting his grey ones.

"Yeah, I was." Harry admitted honestly. "Killing, fighting, it's just easy for me."

"Yeah, you're not the only one."

"Hmm, Padfoot misses you by the way." Harry commented.

"Really?" She asked in an amused tone as she raised an eyebrow, she knew he was trying to change the subject but decided not to comment on it, for now at least.

"Yeah, he was a bit upset that you weren't showing up like usual." Harry nodded.

"Well if you had stayed a bit longer during our last conversation then I could have told you I was leaving tomorrow and you could have told him that I was on a mission." She responded.

"I...I admit that I probably could have handled that better." Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Definitely could have."

"Probably could have handled that better," Harry repeated. "but...I really don't think that I am who you want Nat."

"How much do you know about my history?" Natasha asked suddenly.

"Everything that Shield knows." Harry replied. "I did my research on you."

"Then you should know how I was brought up, you said that your first kill was at eleven, I was younger when I had my first kill. I don't know all about your past or what you went through but I went through hell too. Maybe, just maybe, you'd feel better having someone to share it with."

"Do you know what happened to my last world?" Harry asked.

"No, not really." Natasha frowned at his out of the blue question.

"It was ruined, wrecked beyond repair." Harry said in an emotionless voice. "There was barely anybody for me to 'share it with'. I promise you Nat that in the past I have tried to find someone to spend the rest of my life with, I tried to find a family, I once even had a godson. His name was Teddy, he was my biggest source of happiness and I lost him and his mother the same day. Both were killed by members of the opposing army. From then all I could do, all I wanted to do was torture and kill each and every single one of them. The guy who was responsible for killing my godson, I tortured him and his parents. Then I killed his mother in front of him, sent him to work in mines where he lost his hands, then when he was nearly broken emotionally, mentally and physically, I brought him in front of his tortured father. I killed his father in front of him, then I killed him and I enjoyed every minute of it. You can do better than that Nat."

"Perhaps," Natasha nodded. "but you answer me this, do you want to hurt me?"

"No but..."

"That was a long time ago, wasn't it?"

"Yes but I..."

"You are a changed man, aren't you?"

"I am but that doesn't..."

"Then there is nothing for me to worry about, is there?" She replied before he could finish.

"Nat, I told you already, I don't want to get close to someone just to lose them again and..."

"I know," She cut him off. "I remember you telling me that. But I want to know something, is it worth it?"

"Is what worth it?"

"Is cutting yourself off, never getting close to someone, worth it? I mean, what's better between never having something or enjoying what you have while you can have it?" She said as in a way that would lead you to believe that he had asked a her a very stupid question.

"Okay, so I save your life and you thank me by arguing with me?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"First of all, you didn't save my life, I would have found a way out of there eventually." She said, earning an eyeroll from Harry. "Second of all, if you saved my life..."

"Which I did."

"Then I am repaying you by talking some sense into you."

"I hate you."

"No you don't." She smirked, no doubt in her voice.

A.N: Hi guys, hope you liked the chapter. I think I will start Avengers 1 next chapter or the chapter after if anyone is interested in knowing. As for Natasha I plan to save a part of a future chapter so we can see her thought process in regards to Harry, either next chapter or a future chapter. Also the two are not exactly dating now, I am planning to save that until either during/after the Avengers 1 event or sometime during Avengers 2.

Also some people have been asking if it is a multi-pairing, honestly I am just sort of going with the flow, for now it's a single pairing. I have had some people argue for multi and others argue for single, I am just going to keep writing the story and do whatever feels good to me.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter, feel free to leave a review and enjoy the omakes.

Omake 1:

"I'm ugly." Wanda frowned.

"I am pregnant." Tony replied.

"I am Groot." Harry said.

"I am Groot." Groot said.

"What he said." Rocket agreed.

"I'm the god of whiskey." Thor added.

"What is wrong with you all?" Wanda asked.

"Oh, we just thought that we were all saying things that aren't true." Harry replied. "Why do you think you're ugly?"

"Some guy said it online."

"Oh...okay, Clint!" Harry yelled. "Someone insulted your kind of daughter who looks up to you."

"Who dares?!" Clint demanded as he burst into the room with his bow and arrow.

"Somebody named 'Noobmaster69'." Steve frowned as he looked at the computer.

"Noobmaster!" Thor roared as he summoned his feet and summoned Mjolnir. "I will join you Barton!"

"Let's go then!" Barton yelled before he and Thor walked out.

"Well that's that taken care of," Harry commented. "Tony arrange for a funeral, and Wanda, you want some tea?"

Omake 2:

"Halloween is so stupid." Natasha commented. "Dressing up as someone you're not."

"You're a spy." Tony couldn't help but point out.

"That's why she's upset, nobody gives her candy when she pretends to be somebody else." Harry responded.

Omake 3:

"Are you alright Harry?" Natasha asked.

"No, I have this headache that keeps coming and going." Harry replied.

"Hi guys." Tony said as he entered the room.

"Great, it's back."

Omake 4:

"What the fuck?!" Natasha and Tony blurted out when they opened the closet to find Harry snogging Pepper. Harry and Pepper broke apart and looked at the two, they both wore confused looks before they looked at each other and jumped back in shock.

"Damn, oh I know what's happened." Harry said before he grabbed Pepper and yeeted her at Tony. "Sorry Tony, wrong redhead, this one's mine." Harry said as he grabbed Natasha and pulled her into the closet. "Thanks." Harry said before he closed it.