April 1st, 2010 ~ Multiverse ~ Sector 31.199999-B ~ Ten Rings HQ, Afghanistan

Harry Potter stood within the desert, his eyes on the large town ahead of him. It was downhill from his location, being only a mile out from the 10 Rings base. The base in which the now much older Tony Stark and Ho Yinsen were being held captive. Harry was not there to save Stark, but was merely there to ensure that Yinsen - whose fate was to die today - would be delivered to the afterlife respectively. He owed Howard enough to help his son's friend to Heaven. Taking a step forward, Harry's appearance suddenly morphed as his skin-tight black and silver suit wrapped around his body. He summoned his axe to hand, gripping it tightly. He had picked up the Grim Reaper gig again back in '97, learning that if he didn't, his Reapers would be very angry and would most likely start hunting people at random. Something that would only piss him off.

Harry stepped into the cave, passing by screaming soldiers as he stopped in front of a man of iron. Tony Stark...Iron Man. Harry smiled, taking a moment to examine the man in his metal machine before passing by him, following the scent of Ho Yinsen's soul as he came across the man's body. He was holding a machine gun in hand, lying back on a pile of rocks as blood ran down his chin from his mouth. A thin strand of white ran from the man's body up through the cave ceiling, most likely reaching the clouds. Harry gripped the strand, gently tugging it as a bright white orb drifted out of the man's chest. Harry carefully grabbed the orb, turning it blue as the orb drifted up into the sky, sending it into Heaven. With that done, Harry turned back towards the cave exit, drifting forward out of the cave as he set his eyes on the sky. Iron Man was flying through the air in an arc, descending towards the ground before crashing into the desert.

Harry shook his head, grinning as he absorbed the life essences of those killed by Tony into his hands, strengthening his abilities as he moved on. Once he had absorbed all of the souls available, Harry charged up with a silver aura, taking off into the air, flying over the desert as he examined Tony Stark. The man got to his feet, stepping over the debris of his shattered suit as multiple U.S military helicopters landed down in front of him. Tony's friend - James Rhodes - stepped out of the helicopters, rushing forward to help Tony, whose injured form barely allowed him to stumble towards the nearest helicopter. Once Harry was sure Tony was safe with his friend, he disappeared in a burst of flames. He had things to do.

October 24th, 2010 ~ Multiverse ~ Sector 31.199999-B ~ Los Angeles, California

Iron Man

Harry Potter - known as the 'Grim Reaper' by SHIELD - slowly walked on the roof of Stark Industries watching the scene around him in disgust and disappointment. The entire area was in shambles, with buildings having collapsed. Dozens of destroyed cars and other vehicles lying all over the road. He came across a black strand sticking out of a large whole on the roof of the building, leading down to the now destroyed Mega Arc Reactor. The strand wasn't connected to anything, only descending into the burnt room below. Obadiah Stane - the identity of this soul - had been killed during the explosion that took place two hours before. Grimacing, Harry grabbed hold of the black strand, the compassion he felt for Ho Yinsen's soul was gone for this man.

He ripped the soul from its nonexistent host, pulling it into his hands before turning the already black soul into a red orb. He then sent it up into the air, watching it pass through the clouds and towards its destination. With that bit done, Harry turned around and was faced with six individuals in black suits, all aiming weapons towards him. The bald man in the middle - who was without a gun - stepped forward. "Put down the scythe, sir. We just want to talk," Agent Phil Coulson spoke. Harry growled, waving his hand in annoyance as the Agent's went rigid. He wasn't in his Master of Death suit, more so a black cloak as he carried scythe. Far from what Fury would recognize him as. Jumping from the roof, Harry disappeared in a wave of black.

"Tell me what you got on him," Nicholas Fury spoke, motioning to the sketch of the so-called 'Grim Reaper' that had been copied straight from Agent Coulson's memory. Fury wasn't happy, having come across the first enhanced individual for the first time in a while. Captain America, Captain Marvel, the Master of Death, Iron Man, Hulk, and now this guy. And the fact that this enhancement took the form of the Grim Reaper didn't calm him at all. Agent Coulson was silent for several moments, seemingly gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I only remember his physical appearance, and what he did. He waved his hand, and suddenly we were...still. We could still see and look around, but we couldn't move or speak. He didn't seemed to care about us as he jumped off of the roof,"

"He jumped off of the roof? To where?" Agent Maria Hill asked, her interest peaked.

"He just jumped off. We regained the ability to move a minute later, and when we went to investigate, he was gone. Vanished from the area," Coulson explained. "I put Barton on it, but even he couldn't track the guy. It's almost like he just...faded from existence," Fury frowned, examining the sketch of the 'Grim Reaper' that sat in front of him with interest. He was about to give an order when Coulson continued. "I also remember...an image. A symbol. It's almost like a memory, but it's only a symbol, and I don't know where it's from,"

"What kind of symbol? A flag? HYDRA?" Fury asked. Coulson shook his head, grabbing another piece of paper as he grabbed a nearby pen. Coulson drew a black triangle, before drawing a wide circle within the center of the triangle. He then proceeded to draw a line from the tip of the triangle, drawing it down to the bottom. It was an odd looking symbol, one that Fury found oddly familiar. He had seen it before somewhere, that much was sure. It was the where, when, and in which context he was unsure about. "What's that from?" Hill asked.

"I don't know. I just know that before he jumped, it just popped into my head," Coulson replied.

"You mean...after he finished staring at you?" Fury asked, his fists clenching as an idea came to mind.

"You think the 'Grim Reaper' can read minds? And can place memories or images into others' minds?" Hill inquired.

"It's certainly a possibility. We don't know what exactly this guy can do. Until we do, we need to run an evaluation on your mental health, Agent Coulson. Once you're ready to be back on the field, we need to find a way to find this guy. Try to get some sort of motive for why he repaired all of the damage done at Stark Industries," Fury explained. Coulson nodded, getting to his feet as a fourth agent entered the room, ready to escort Coulson towards a psychiatrist for a mental evaluation. "Hill, get me Barton and Romanoff. If anyone can manage to flush someone out of hiding, it's those two. Give them the details and find me this goddamn Reaper,"

"Yes sir," Hill replied, following Coulson and the other Agent as Fury leaned against the desk. He peered down at the symbol Coulson had drawn. Fury recognized it from somewhere, only he wasn't sure where. He would need to scan it and run it through all of SHIELD's files. If this 'Grim Reaper' was connected to anything or anyone he could get his hands on, then Fury would slam through governments to ensure he got it or them. This enhanced was about the meet its equal, for Director Nicholas Fury was one stubborn ass man.