Destiny

Ch 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Marvel and this is the disclaimer for the whole story.

The alarm clock suddenly went off beeping and screaming like crazy. Suddenly, a hand came down and slapped it not once, not twice, but thrice rather forcefully shutting it up. Harry Potter groaned and sat up in his bed rubbing his eyes to remove all traces of tiredness from them. It was 7 am in the morning and he was already pissed. His sleep had already been disturbed by that stupid alarm clock. Rubbing his eyes again, he wondered if he had been piss drunk when he set it to wake him up at 7. Oh well, time to get a move on.

He got up and casually flicked his wand whilst yawning causing his bed to get made instantly. He walked over to the bathroom and got ready. A few minutes later, he stood in front of the sink holding a razor in his hand whilst the lower half of his face was covered in shaving cream. He didn't trust himself to do this magic just yet considering the last time he tried it he had cut himself several times. When he looked in the mirror after he'd finished he saw the same weary face looking back at him, the tiredness visible in his eyes.

He had unkempt black hair, dark as the night, inherited straight from his father. That wasn't the only thing he had gotten from the man. His face matched his father's perfectly, apart from his eyes. He had emerald eyes, courtsey of his mother. He was glad he had them, since he always thought brown eyes were so dull. There was the added effect that he could make them twinkle or glow by infusing magic into them- this unnerved people for some reason. The twinkle wasn't as effective since he didn't have blue-eyes like Dumbledore, but it was still a great intimidation tactic.

There were some things he hadn't got from any of his parents, however. That was the tattoos on his body. A solid black ring encircled his left forearm whilst a solid black line was there on the inside of his right one. He didn't need to touch the nape of neck to remember the triangle he had there. All of these he had gotten due to the Deathly Hallows. Upon uniting them, they had fused with his body. The cloak made it so that he could become invisble at will, and nothing could detect him unless he literally ran into them. It could also produce clothes instantly for him, which reduced his clothes shopping by about 100 percent. The stone made it so that he could summon the dead at will, though temporarily since he didn't want anything bad to happen to his mind. Finally, the wand had fused with his own holly and phoenix feather one, making it so that his magic was boosted permanently and he could do wandless magic with ease. Sure, he couldn't do stuff like the shit Dumbledore could do wandless, but he could beat someone like Moody without a wand. The elder wand had also made it so that he gained the spell knowledge of all its previous masters, which included Grindelwald and Dumbledore along with others, but not Voldy. There was still extraordinary magic in there, and the amount of knowledge he'd found about the dark arts from even Dumbledore alone would have made Voldemort's mouth water. Though he did suppose that to counter the dark arts, you had to learn them.

Those weren't the only tattoos he had. He had one of a stag holding a lily on his right shoulder and he had one on his left buttcheek. Yep. He had gone out drinking with Fred and George and the next day he had woken up in the bed of both Padma and Parvati Patil sporting a fucking Pikachu on his left buttcheek. So, the night hadn't been a total waste and he'd been able to most of the tattoo off bar the tail which had refused to budge. He could live with it though, considering the rather interesting night he'd had with the Patil sisters.

His house was rather nice as well. A decently large 3 bedroom house with all the perks- a living room, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a garden- everything he needed. And it was magically enlarged so that helped as well. As he ate breakfast, he thought about how he'd gotten here. He'd been living in the house for about a month, and it had been a very peaceful month. Just the events before that month were anything but.

Flashback

Harry dropped from the sky, still clutching onto Voldemort's dead body. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" he cried as he slammed into a sandy beach. After a while, he regained hsi strength and stood up, holding Voldemort's dead body, staring into those red eyes that had hanuted his dreams for so long. "Finally this motherfucker is dead," he thought as he threw Voldemort's body away and burnt it. "Now, where the hell am I?" he asked himself walking around with only a few small things in his pockets.

End Flashback

And that was how he'd ended up in America of all things. America. Well, he had conjured some gold, which was permanent since he was the master of death, and sold it. He'd made decent money and bought a nice house. He'd gone exploring in this dimension, and found out that there were no wizards, no witches, no magic. Nothing. Apart from some weird ass energy but that was different to his own magic, so he had decided to check it out later. Anyway, he was living a life of peace, which was a rather nice change from his usual life of excitement. Still, something was missing.

Abandoning his thoughts, Harry stepped out of his home onto the street. He lived in a quite neighbourhood, muggle of course, so that helped avoid an unnecessary confrontations. As he walked, he zipped up his jacket and headed into town. He was feeling rather lonely, and he supposed a pet would help ease that a bit. Now, which one to get. Maybe a cat, he thought.

"Are you sure you can't get it off?" he asked the shopkeeper. A white cat with big blue eyes had attached itself to his arm, and just wouldn't let go.

"We can't. At least not legally," said the shopkeeper smiling slightly. "And I think it looks cute with you," she added trying to stop herself from laughing.

"Not as cute as you," he countered back immediately, smugly smiling internally when she blushed. "How much for the cat?" he asked tiredly having finally accepted it was not going to let go.

"$100," she said entering it into the counter. "And that's a discount just because you called me cute. Now, do you want a collar and a name tag with that?" she asked.

"No I'll be fine," he said knowing it would be easier to conjure up a name tag. Taking the kitten, he walked out the shop rather grumpily. After a minute, he heard a very large explosion noise and looked up into the sky. Something weird was happening at Stark Industries. A big grey robot was battling a red and gold one outside Stark Industries. "Fuck my life," said Harry before he apparated to his house, dropped the cat off (which he was yet to name), used the cloak to change into an outfit that hid his face and apparated to Stark Industries. He did make sure to apparate into a bush so that no one saw him.

The robots had fallen to the ground, and the big grey one was slamming the red and gold one into the ground. The media was swirling all around and he was glad he had chosen to cover his face- he had had enough fame for a lifetime. For god's sake, he just wanted to have a normal day. Curse his saving people thing- he couldn't stand around whilst one of them was pummeled to death. He sent out a bludgeoning hex at the grey one followed by a piercing hex hoping to knock it down whilst he figured what the heck was going on. Unfortunately, before he could get an answer the big grey one sat up again and looked straight at.

It stood up and ignored the red robot man getting ready to fight. "Time to add metal men to my list of dickheads I've defeated," he thought just before a machine gun popped out from the grey man's metal suit. And it began firing. "Shit," said Harry as a raised a shield.

AN/ So, new story! I really have a problem. Anyway, this story won the poll. Do not fear as I will be posting the other stories after this one. Luckily for you guys, I have story ideas that will take me about 10 years to finish. Anyway, this Harry is about 25, 26 years old cos he's been in this Universe for a short period of time and was blasted from his into this dimension. He will be closed off, and he has had a shitty life. Basically, the war didn't end in his 7th year and it continued further. Most of your favourite characters that we all know and love died, and only a few survived. But it defines Harry. Also, I will have him summoning spirits but I will not have the dead characters come back. Sorry.

He's immortal and just wants to have a normal life but we all know I wouldn't be writing this if he was going to have a normal. He will have stuff to do with the Avengers, and I have a plan for that. I hope I don't make him too overpowered or underpowered and you will have to wait a bit to see the fight between him and Iron Monger. Also, my memory on the Marvel movies is shoddy, but I will try to keep the things that apply the same.

And it is a Harry/Black Widow. I will be keeping it just this unless something major changes my mind and even then it will still be Harry/Black Widow/someone. Enjoy, and please review!