Summary: Always prepare for the inevitable.
He had chosen the perfect planet to call home.
There were quite a few planets in the universe that, due to the axis and rotation (or lack of), could never transition between day and night. Half the planet was permanently affixed to the daytime, and the other half was shrouded in darkness, at all times.
This planet not only had that, but unlike the Earth's moon, it was colorful, and massive, and the planet was untainted, teeming with animal life and forestry.
He'd built a small cabin on the equator, and while it had been many a year since he'd been there, he was here today, and took a few seconds to glance with his own eyes at the horizon.
Some might say that too much of a good thing may lead to a adverse effect. Well, perhaps, it wasn't good enough to begin with, or their attention span was just too waning.
Either way, when The Mad Titan saw across the horizon and marvelled at the Forever Sunset, he knew that it was something he could stare at for the rest of his life.
He wouldn't smile. Not yet. He had to gather his children. He had a war to lead. And only then, would they return, to truly enjoy the sight.
Raising the blue gem, adorned on a gaudy golden gauntlet, he closed his fist before being shrouded in smoke.
Balance needed to be restored.
When he returned to what he had deemed the Garden, silently shedding his armor and turning to face his reward, he didn't expect to see a tearful boy sitting on the stoop of his porch. He was told that the planet had been uninhabited by advanced life forms, and was certainly too far for the brightest of Terrans to reach, besides maybe Stark.
His arm hung limp at his side, something he couldn't heal with all the power in the world, which he had, and he was much more interested in sleep, but he wanted to look at the sunset again.
Weakly, he stumbled to the edge, and plopped down next to the child.
"I suppose you're here for me."
He said nothing, his emerald eyes puffed red behind his glasses. His unruly black hair picked up with the soft wind, but the silvery cloak on his shoulders didn't budge.
Perhaps he was tired, but there was no read on him, not even a glimpse into what could come next. "You lost someone close to you," he muttered, forcing the feeling back into the side of his mouth. "You're here for revenge, I take it." He didn't bother to let him speak, should he have chosen to. "Right now, is a time for silence, a moment of peace. To reflect on the loss of loved ones, but more importantly, a chance to live, to benefit from their sacrifice."
"Sacrifice."
His voice was indeed young, and... hollow. Aged with a gravel he wasn't quite expecting, even through the tears he shed.
"Indeed. Live for those you have lost. Go back home. Embrace the – "
"You talk about sacrifice," he interrupted, his eyes transfixed on the sunset that wasn't meant for him. "What have you lost? What have you sacrificed? A band of students you brainwashed to your cause? A daughter that never loved you, that never even liked you?"
"I understand your anger. Your grief blinds you. But coming to my world and disgracing my daughter will not be accepted. Leave now, or suffer. This is your only warning."
"You're acting as if I killed her myself. To answer your previous inquiries," he continued, turning to him with troubled eyes. "Yes. I am here for you, and I am here for revenge. A long, long sought after revenge. But that's not all I'm after." His eyes strayed to his left hand – his ravaged, broken hand – and the hunk of star-forged metal that crinkled around his appendage, looking more similar to tin foil than a half-universe destroyer. "You have something that belongs to me."
Even in the pain he was in, as he lingered on death's doorstep, he laughed.
He had not laughed in eons. It felt strange to smile again.
"What's your name, child?"
He went back into silence, almost glaring at the smoking gauntlet. After a moment, he spoke. "You're the one cursed with knowledge. The fact that I'm here, means that I know what I must do."
Thanos wiped at his own eyes. "And how do you expect to do it?" He wasn't a fool, but he was very curious. The child seemed to have a plan, one that could cripple him. He had learned from the Terrans, and indeed many species in the past, not to underestimate, or judge by appearance.
"A great, terrible man once told me that the world was made of two people – those who seek power – true power – and those too weak to handle it. Another great man told me that those who are best suited to that power are those who never sought it. Usually, that power comes to them, and they find that it fits quite comfortably." He shrugged. "He was a terrible man as well. They were different in their own ways, and similar in plenty, but their fates were the same in my hands. They both sought power at some point. In the end, their power found me, because they were too weak to handle it." His eyes strayed up the blackened, unmoving left arm of the Mad Titan. "And, as it goes, you found me."
The smile was gone. "Terran – you appear on my planet, on my porch – "
"Your planet, then? Did you give it a name? Did you see its inception? Did you cultivate the life on this planet, grow the trees and give life to the animals?" His voice was calm, but it was a clipped tone, through clenched teeth. "No. You just take what isn't yours to take, see what you want to see through your ignorance, and you burden yourself with responsibility that was never yours to assume."
With a minimal grunt, the Titan stood, towering, and he took a few steps forward, before turning to face the boy, still seated. "And who am I seeing now? What responsibility do you claim?"
"Death."
He hadn't seen it before, glinting in the sunset – the golden ball hanging on his neck, hanging by a string of leather. But he could see through the illusion, he could see through all illusions, and what he saw...
What he saw was simply impossible.
Another stone.
It was black, pure black, and it pulsed, and Thanos only had the time to breathe, before he screamed.
The stones didn't care if they were stuck, sealed inside of the fused-together material, and the gauntlet didn't care what it was wrapped around, what was buried inside, but as the stones called to each other, they began to get closer, regardless of obstacles.
His mangled fingers displaced, snapped apart, and tore off, as the gauntlet itself separated, and the mind stone twisted out of place, tearing his wrist apart from his arm. His arm, not strong enough to support such a pull, almost went with the wrist, but ultimately lost the battle, and his shoulder hung loosely at his side, even as he crashed to his knees.
He managed to settle his scream into an angry hiss, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw his own fingers floating before him, before they glowed brilliantly.
The metal fell away, his flesh burning and smoking, falling to the ground in husks, until the gems were clean and free, and they sparkled before his eyes, the six Infinity Stones circling in front of him.
One by one, they tilted back, and though he tried to grab for them with his remaining hand, they didn't falter in the slightest, dragging him with them.
The boy finally stood, and though his height wasn't impressive, he stood with the weight of the universe on his shoulders, strapped across his back. "You build a house on my planet and claim ownership? You senselessly eliminate half of the universe and you reward yourself by knocking on death's door?"
He squeezed his hand on the Time Stone, trying to harness its power, but it did nothing. His hand slipped, and he grasped at the Power Stone, and he squeezed. Nothing.
He panted, the Stones slipping from his grasp, and he reached forward again, past the Stones, towards –
Hell. Pure Hell.
Unlike the Snap, which fried his veins so quickly he didn't register the pain until it was over, the black Stone around the boy's neck took its time, and he felt every second of it.
It wouldn't allow him to let go of the Stone.
It wouldn't allow him to move.
It wouldn't allow him to close his eyes, or even look away, from the green eyes of the boy, watching him calmly, as he screamed in his own head.
His internal screams began to quiet, but the pain only intensified. Little Gamora's voice, encouraging him to fight, began to fade.
All that was left was the boy's, and though his lips weren't moving, he could hear it clear as day.
"Death is inevitable."
Lifting his pale hand, he slapped away the arm grasping for the trinket around his neck, and it crumbled away, a brief pickup of wind sweeping the rest across the porch. He could still feel his own arm, grasping the Stone, and the pain being transferred up his arm, even as it blew into the wind before him, purple ashes swimming in the the breeze. Trapped on his knees, his head forward, his left arm mangled, the other crumbling to the shoulder.
The boy looked past him, towards the sunset. "A beautiful sunset," he whispered. "An absolute marvel. Completely unintended, too. I, personally, prefer to see the sun rise, on the opposite side. The moon is massive, and bright, and full. Perhaps it's just our perspective." He shook his head, and the Stones circled his torso as he strode towards the sunset, past the Titan.
Thanos stayed there, on his knees, bent forward, arm-less, and unblinking.
He remained there for the rest of his long life, facing against the sunset, at his shack, that eventually blew over and cultivated new life, moss, flowers, and trees, and deer.
He couldn't even witness it. His open eyes cultivated life as well, mushrooms and lilies sprouting from his pores, roses and lavenders breathing into life from his open mouth.
His mind remained intact, even as his body surrendered to nature. And though he had so many questions, they were never answered, even as the years went on, centuries, millennia...
He never knew the name of the man that had left him there. All he could do, was curse the green eyes that burned into his consciousness.
The Garden was a humble name, a name he had presumed when he found it. However, in reality – a Reality that he could no longer obtain – The planet Harmony truly was beautiful; he just wished he had never known such wonder.
Harry Potter stuttered in a deep breath, wincing as the Stones slithered into his skin, burning into his chest.
He looked over from his bed, smiling weakly at his companion, who returned the smile, squeezing his hand.
"It's done, love."
"Do you feel any different?" Her smile was still there, but her eyes were tracking him carefully. "Does it hurt?"
"At first," he admitted, grunting as he sat up, and blinking carefully, he removed his glasses. He looked over to her, with bright green eyes. "You're so beautiful..."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Master." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her fist. "Let the record show that the first thing you did with infinite power was to see me better."
"I don't think I did that," he admitted slowly, before clearing his throat. He pounded his chest, letting out a loud belch. "Sorry."
"I've heard worse. Hell, I've done worse. Ask Fury." Her smile suddenly dropped. "I bet my pager is going crazy right now. When do you want to leave?"
"In a moment." He sniffed, taking her hand. "I cried, you know. Thinking of what I had to do, what I had to ignore, because I knew he had to come back to me. And what comes next... I don't think I'm ready. It's been so long since... I don't know how they'll react."
"They'll love you as much as I do. More than they did before, even, because you're doing all of this for them."
"I know this is difficult for you. You'll have to share me when we go back. I know you won't mind," he said quickly as she tried to protest. "I know. But I'll have to share you as well." He swung his legs off the bed, standing up, her hand still in his. "I don't think either of us are in the mood right now, but I just want to spend a few minutes with you. Just... let me be selfish for a moment."
She snorted. "Master, you're an idiot. I'm not going anywhere. If anything, we'll be together even more. I want to meet them just as much as you want to see them again. I get it – you're nervous. How do you think I feel?"
"Hermione will love you," He told her easily. "Luna would adore you. When Luna accepts you, the rest will be quick to follow." He swallowed hard, and she pulled him in for a fierce hug.
"I love you, Harry," she whispered, finally letting her emotions crack through her façade. She was strong, incredibly so, but this was something that she could never prepare for.
"I love you too." He whispered gruffly, hugging her just as fierce, and they were probably two of a handful of people in the universe that could withstand such pressure.
Hermione would have taken offence to that.
A very long time ago, Harry Potter, Master of Death, could do nothing but watch as his friends and family died before him, as Death was Inevitable, and though he could still talk to them through the Resurrection Stone, it caused them pain, and him heartache.
It was Luna, predictably, that gave him the idea, on her deathbed. She waited until the ripe age of three hundred eighty-seven - the last of his truest and oldest friends - to tell him the story of the Infinity Stones.
"Because I don't want you to look for them," she explained easily, coherent and intelligent to her very last breath. "But you won't listen - you're so stubborn. I figured that if I were to make it my dying wish, you'd heed my warning better. One day, they'll come to you, and only then, you'll be ready."
He shook his head, reaching forward and taking her hand. It was unfair, as it was the hundreds of times he had thought it when another friend or child left him, that he had stopped aging in his twenties when everyone else moved forward around him. "And then I can see you again? Hermione? Everyone?"
"Silly man," she smiled, rubbing her thumb against his palm. "We'll always be with you, Harry. Just because you can't see us, doesn't mean we're not with you."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "That's not what I meant, Luna – "
Her thumb relaxed, her eyes closed peacefully, but her smile was still there.
It was the only death he didn't mourn. She would have hated if he did. He owed her that. He owed her everything.
He never actively looked for the Stones, in Luna's honour. Even as he eventually left his universe behind in pursuit of other galaxies, dimensions and even multiverses. He explored, he loved and lost all over again, hoping that Luna's words would come to pass, Hermione's last words keeping him strong in his journey.
The black Stone he held around his neck had another name, lost to time and circumstance – The Life Stone. Very similar to the Reality Stone, and the Soul Stone, as it could alter life and death, and require sacrifice.
Except it could heal, as well as hurt. It could require sacrifice, or it could grant life. The greatest – and most terrible – power, that there was, surpassing any Stone, if wielded properly.
And now, Harry found himself the One-Above-All, the Master of both Life and Death. The Master of the Multiverse and beyond.
The Master.
It was something that he had been called for many lifetimes, something that Vers had taken to calling him for years, and to her, it was merely a self-fulfilling prophecy, finally fulfilled.
Harry leaned back, stepping out of her grasp, and she merely saw a fleck of colours flash in his eyes, before he smiled. "Life restored."
"Just like that?"
"Don't sound so surprised, love. This power... it fits me quite well."
Voldemort, despite his many failures, had taught him at least one thing – seven was a very powerful number, and what coursed through his very being proved that an infinite time over.
He looked upon his companion with loving eyes, and a new understanding. "Ready, Vers?"
She leaned into him, resting her head under his chin. "As ready as we'll ever be. Let's go."
Around them, a blue-ish, greenish, reddish halo surrounded them, and with that, they were gone.
"Harry Potter," The old man whispered darkly, but the Great Hall heard it clear as day, and Hermione held onto his hand tighter, refusing to let him stand.
"We both saw this coming," he muttered, ignoring the noise, but she continued to glare at the Headmaster. "I'll be fine. I promise."
"I know you will. I can still worry, can't I?"
He gave her a grateful smile when she turned back to him with passionate brown eyes. God, Merlin, and everything above and below, had he missed those eyes. "Of course you can." He leaned forward and kissed her, right there in the middle of the hall, before standing up. She let go of his hand, bemused and swelling with pride, and he winked as he stalked forward.
The scrap of paper slipped from Dumbledore's fingers to the floor, but before the aged headmaster could inquire about things beyond his control, the Goblet began to flare yet again, and a final piece of paper shot into the air, and it danced tantalizingly towards the Headmaster's outstretched hand… before it diverted, the edges still singeing, dancing in the heat of the brightly burning Gauntlet.
Harry's clear eyes sought it out, and snatched it easily as it flew near him. He struggled to hide his grin; it was truly one of the most difficult things he had ever done, in recent memory. "Carol Danvers."
Madame Olympe Maxime stood to her full impressive height, glaring at the boy that sauntered down the hall. "Dees is a miztake."
Dumbledore looked flustered, to Harry at least, but he handled the chaos in stride. "A student from your school, Madame?"
"She ees but a fifth year! She ees a child!"
"I'm a fourth year," Harry pointed out helpfully. "I wouldn't necessarily call myself a child, but I'm far too young to compete."
"Voo could haf entered your name," she accused. "My student could not have!"
"Vat I am vonderink," Igor Karkaroff interrupted, "is vye I only haf one champion?"
"Enough!" Crouch barked, before gesturing to the room. "The Goblet of Fire has spoken. We'll discuss this in the chambers. Please floo Miss Danvers here, we will have this settled shortly."
"This is a mistake!" She raved in French, but Harry was already at the door, crossing the threshold.
"Fleur."
The beautiful blonde witch turned around, and smiled charmingly. "Harry. What's the commotion about outside?"
He waved airily at the general direction behind him. "Oh, the usual. I've been chosen as Hogwarts's second champion, and Carol is Beauxbatons's second champion."
"Mon Dieu. Again?" She shook her head. "Kindred Spirits, you two... will there ever be a normal year for either of you?"
"Where's the fun in that?"
Cedric stood dumbly, watching the two students converse with each other in perfect French. Viktor blinked in confusion, before turning back to his book.
Harry nodded towards the fireplace close to the corner of the room. "She'll be coming out any moment."
Fleur let out an adorable snort, but held her tongue.
After a tentative knock, the door behind him opened again. "Uh, hello…?"
Harry and Viktor turned back, The former champion's grin wide. "You, too?"
The stunning Sokovian redhead gave him a look. "Did you plan this?"
"Me?" He blinked innocently. "Of course not."
She looked sceptical, and he couldn't blame her. "I didn't enter my name."
"Neither did I, Wanda. But we have to make the best out of a bad situation."
"Things like this never happened to me before I met you," she told him, and he rolled his eyes. "I hope you know that."
The other Durmstrang champion eyed the younger one with suspicion, his square jaw fixed. "Will we be working together?"
She waved off his concern, or attempt at leverage, she didn't particularly care. "I don't think I'll be in this much longer, I'm sure this is some mistake." She gave him a concerned look. "Why? Do you need any assistance?"
He grunted in amusement, crossing his arms. "This tournament isn't for overconfident children."
Harry shook his head. "You're still in school, Krum. You're an older child, and your attitude suggests overconfidence."
Viktor grumbled something, and Harry turned back to Wanda. "I think I have the right amount of confidence, else the cup wouldn't have picked me. Unless we were picked for some other reason?"
Before she could speculate on it any further, the fireplace flared green, and even through his omniscience, he couldn't prepare for the tackle of turquoise blue that smashed into him, but he held firm.
"I missed you," she whispered, and Harry held on to her as long as he could, before she stepped back from his loosening embrace. "Never learned to stand up proper from the floo. Thanks, stranger." She winked.
"You don't seem too worried," Wanda rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You planned this," she accused again.
Carol made her way over to Wanda, grinning innocently. "What makes you think he planned this? Why couldn't it have been me?"
"You weren't even here." Her tone was dry, but she allowed herself a smirk at the blonde. "Unless you two worked together. I would have liked a warning, myself."
"The announcement was the warning," she whispered, and Maximoff blinked at the confession. "This is going to be fun."
"Carol," Harry warned, "careful; there's eyes and ears everywhere."
She giggled, making sure Wanda was distracted by her previous words, before whispering, "I happen to know a thing or two about stalkers."
"What a coincidence – I just happen to have a stalker or two..."
The door slammed open, and Dumbledore strode forward with purpose towards Harry. "Harry, did you – ?"
"No. I'll swear on it."
"No need," he said quickly, very familiar with the boy's history with swearing oaths. It had become such a common phrase from him, he wouldn't be surprised if he had just made an oath right then and there. He turned towards Wanda and Carol. "Age, please?"
"Fifteen," they both replied, and Wanda continued, "I didn't enter my name. I don't know who did!"
Surprise showed on the old Headmaster's face, and she gave him a suspicious look. "My apologies, Miss Maximoff. I was only trying to read surface thoughts to see if you were telling the truth."
"I am. Take me at my word, because that is all you will receive from me."
"Noted. The shields on your mind are quite impressive." He turned to Carol, as if he hadn't just admitted to trying to read a student's head. "Mademoiselle Danvers?"
"If you try to enter my mind, I can't promise you'll be the same when you leave it."
"Duly noted. Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"
"Yes."
"I... I'm sorry?"
"I put my name in the cup," she admitted easily, a bright grin on her impeccable face even as Crouch, Bagman and Moody moved into the room. "I wanted to come to Hogwarts, see my girlfriend, and finally meet my pen pals. This seemed like the best way to accomplish that."
Dumbledore looked flustered, not quite used to being confused by every word in a sentence. "You... your girlfriend? Pen pals?"
"Of course. They should be at this school. They're mostly from Hogwarts, if they've been telling me the truth." She directed her attention to the woman across the room, her hands folded in her lap, her platinum blonde head down. The observant type would have noticed that she had held the position since Carol flew out of the fireplace. "You may act freely, Ma Fleur."
They didn't even see her cross the room, but the tall woman was suddenly embracing Carol, giggling and kissing and speaking in rapid French as she did so, and everyone, sans Harry, looked on in surprise.
Eventually, she calmed down, but her beautiful smile was still entrancing, and Crouch and Bagman were clearly affected by her aura. Carol whispered something, and Fleur took a deep breath, and the two seemed to be knocked out of the trance.
"Veela?" Wanda asked innocently, before anyone else could inquire.
"Oui. Quarter Veela. From my grandmother." She looked around. "That stays in this room."
"It will," Harry promised, before turning to Dumbledore. "I trust that everything in this room will stay private? Official Tournament business and all? That's the reason we're all in this room, innit?"
Bartemius Crouch pulled himself back together. "Right, then. Discussing the punishment of entering your name into the cup – "
"No punishment," Carol shook her head, turning to the adults, her hand still in Fleur's. "Whatever rules you put forth for this Tournament, doesn't make a difference. The Goblet chose me. By my magic, I must compete. Personally, I'd ask why the Goblet chose to release six names instead of three. I would look into that, or at least pour some water on it before more names start spitting out."
"Girl has a point," Moody growled, interrupting whatever Crouch would have said next. "She still has to compete. Our rules were for the protection of the students. Enter anyway, it's at their own peril." His eye spun over her. "I hope you're tougher than you look, girl."
"I'm dressed like a flight attendant. I gave up on looking tough a long time ago."
He gave her a gnarled grin, before hobbling out of the room.
Harry gave Carol an odd look. "A flight attendant?"
She gestured to her and her girlfriend's uniform. "What else can this be called? They're hardly robes."
"I've just... I've read that joke before." He blinked, and for a second, she thought he was genuinely trying to recall something. She recognized that he'd probably been playing this scenario in his head for decades. "You said something about pen pals. Marvel?"
She tilted her head, licking her lips nervously. "M-Master?"
He grinned genuinely, and she almost laughed. "A pleasure to finally meet you."
Wanda looked at the three, her jaw slacked open. Fleur noticed first.
"It is our pen names," she disclosed, and Carol gave her a warning look. "Je m'excuse."
"Marvel," she whispered, staring at Carol and Fleur. "And Flower." She pointed to Harry. "Master." She turned the finger on herself. "Scarlet."
Carol gasped. "Witch?"
"That goes without saying, does it not?"
Carol jumped in excitement, and Harry shook his head.
She was over-acting. No one else could tell – Bagman just seemed happy for the free show, and Dumbledore just seemed worried that everyone kept calling his student Master (or maybe he was still hung up on the fact that an underage foreign student got past his age line) – but looking back on this moment, in a pensieve, she could stand a few more lessons in subtlety and expressionism.
And sure, after this performance, she would argue that he could have fixed her acting with a snap of his fingers. She laughed at her own joke, and Harry laughed with her. He was grateful that she laughed, because he needed one. It had been so long since he could laugh without any worries, or cares, or creeping thoughts.
Hermione was still waiting outside, Harry knew that. She wouldn't leave the Great Hall until he left this chamber, damning anyone who tried to send her out. She couldn't help but worry, and he was sure she'd have some words with him over their kiss. As she had every right to.
It was their first one, after all. He had waited very long for that moment, and he truly couldn't help himself. He needed to slow down.
Carol glanced at him, and sent him a smile from over Wanda's shoulder. He returned it, placing his hands in his robe pockets, taking a deep breath.
Despite its many, many flaws, he had always thought of Hogwarts – the original Hogwarts, his Hogwarts – as home. One day, he knew he would return if he ever had the power, and fortitude, to do so.
And to him and Vers (Danvers, now) it had been barely ten minutes since he had left Planet Harmony, but to the people around them – Wanda, Hermione, Fleur, and Natasha, who lingered on the ceiling, escaping even Moody's eye – they had lived their entire lives in this Universe. His Universe.
He would tell Hermione. Once he tracked her down, he would tell Luna as well. The girl was probably expecting him, even if he wasn't supposed to know her yet.
And then, the Master would begin to live again.
The most honest words Carol had spoken during their little performance, Harry wholeheartedly agreed upon - this was going to be fun, indeed.
It was inevitable.
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"Italicized english, the universal language of shit tier fanfic" - Some reddit user, 2018
Sorry, I don't have a lot of German and French friends around me, and Google translate isn't quite human yet, so you're gonna have to forgive me, rando.
I'll slip in simple phrases, which I figure is the best way to include other languages in fics, but if it's italicized, it's in; emphasis, anger, not English, or any combination of the three. In context, you probably already know. Hopefully you'll be so immersed, you'll think for a microsecond that you just read a foreign language no sweat. Hopefully.
(I might be accused of playing to the lowest common denominator, but seriously, do you want to see a terribly butchered paragraph of words, that will either lead you on a google translate chase (with words you can't highlight and copy, thanks fanfiction dotnet for setting the precedent) or a quick scroll-down to the numbered author's notes for every line? Kills the immersion either way. So let's keep it simple, and let's keep it moving. You want updates, don't you? I have a reputation to salvage.)
(And probably only a few people have a problem with this, and I'm making a big deal out of it, but... Just needed to get that off my chest. Also, The Reality Stone, something something, Universal Language is English now, the Lara Croft effect (which, not gonna lie, annoyed me in Shadow of the Tomb Raider. But they get a lot more money and time and translators, they easily could've hired a Lara soundalike for foreign speak). There's your story excuse.)
Anyway. New Story. Harry Potter and Marvel. Bet you've never seen that unique combination of story before, ever in your freakin' life. Honestly, hoping to add something new to the insanely vast collection. This is just a fun project, with yet another Overpowered Harry, and a solid excuse for him to shag almost every female in both The Marvel (Cinematic) Universe and the Potterverse. And probably a few characters I made up, for the hell of it. There, now that I said it, there's no reason for anyone to point it out, or read any further if you hate that kinda thing. If you're looking for fun, I hope I can entertain you for a while. Not as 'serious' as Harry and Harley, but it's not a pure smutfic, either. I'm just having fun in two different sandboxes. rsfics dotcom will have the next chapters there first, but as always, the latest chapters will be on my PAT/RE/ON!
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