I DON'T OWN ANYTHING YOU MAY RECOGNIZE

SEQUEL TO "ON DEATH'S WINGS" BY POCOCO

The time is not specified in the original fan fiction; nor is the context really. I have decided that it happened a few mounts after the chitauris invasion. Harry worked as an auror for the past 2 years (so now he is 20), but did not end up with Ginny, what ended his friendship with Ron and Hermione, nor did Andromeda allow him any contact with his godson blaming him for the deaths of the boy's parents. Fred didn't die either; leaving the twins, bill, fleur, Neville and Luna as his only friends. One day, he had had enough so he decided to commit su*c*de by pointing a gun directly at his heart. Then the events of the original fan fiction happened. Disregarding anything happening after avengers 1.

The next few days were a busy blur for one harry potter.

When he found himself in the alley, he took quite some time to get his bearings back, but soon enough he transfigured his torn shorts and holed shirt into some jeans and a white long sleeved t-shirt. Wandering around the boulevard, he found the front page of the day's newspaper taped on the glass of a kiosk. The New York Times.

Well… at least he now knew where he landed. Studying closer the newspaper's front page, he read about some kind of super squad of heroes saving Manhattan of some weird aliens. All six of their faces were placated together with their names underneath. He hadn't pay attention to the article, not until he read a name that seemed really weird to him. Who in their right mind took the hulk as a hero pseudonym? For more information on the heroes go to pages:

-tony stark: p3

-captain America, Steve Rogers: p4

- The hulk: p8

Wanting to find out more, about that hulk, he entered the kiosk and (ouuuh shame on him.) transfigured some tissue into a one-dollar bill. He even got a pack of cigarette and a lighter from the spare change because the kiosk ran out of 25 cents.

He settled down on a bench in central park and began his reading lightning one of his cigarettes, a habit he unfortunately picked from the aftermath of the war. Nothing was really interesting until that line, nearly at the end of the article.

Nevertheless, shall we not forget the hulk's human alter ego, Dr Bruce banner, and discreet owner of seven PhDs…

He did not bother to read the end of that sentence. Bruce, his Bruce was here. Somewhere in NYC.

He spent the next few days wandering around the magical mall (American equivalent of diagon alley) under a glamour, got his affairs right with Gringotts (implying an apology for the London's breakthrough, and quite the handful of galleons for reparations), and renting a small café with a small two bedrooms loft above. Situated in one of the old looking alleys on one side of the big boulevard, a few blocks away from one avenger's tower, he fell in love with the red brick walled small building.

He also settled to buy some technologies like a phone, a computer and a television. Oh, he sure could get his own back in Grimmauld place, but he did not want to go back there just yet.

After the third night at his apartment, he decided to call the twins. He really needed his brothers' right about now; they will surely know what to do regarding finding Bruce.

These two were the only ones who knew about his childhood friendship; having caught him in first year looking at one of the only photos he had with the older boy. The night they spent outside. They have not judged him and helped him get over his missing.

He took his new acquired hand phone, a stark phone of course, and dialled Fred's mobile. It was three in the morning so it was about eight in England; the twins should be in the shop right before the opening. After two or three rings, the rich voice of the redhead echoed through the device.

"—good morning, Fred Weasley here. Who are you and how did you get this number?

- Hey Freddie. It's me; harry.

- harry! Mate, we were worried about you! Where are you?

- Fred, that's not something I should tell you about on the phone; but what you need to know right now is that I am not in England anymore.

- harry, you're scaring us. Where are you? Ah, this was George's voice

- I am in New York. I am sending you the address and if you could come after you close the shop; I'll promise I'll explain what happened.

- Screw this harry! We're coming right now!

-NO! I mean... What about the shop?

- harry, how many times should we have to tell you that you are more important than the shop? We are coming right now, so you better send us the address."

And they hung up. Harry suddenly wondered in how much trouble he was. However, knowing better than make the twins wait, he messaged them the address and told them to apparate on the roof where there were notice-me-not charms.

Not quite ten minutes later, two pops got harry attention and made him raise his head from the book he was reading in the gazebo. Two redhead looked around them, taking their surroundings back to back and wands at the ready. Then the caught the sight of their little brother in all but blood and rushed to him, scanning him like the terminator looking or any injuries.

Seemingly satisfied with what they saw, they ushered him inside, to his room where the three of them sat on the bed. Harry between the two Weasleys. He felt himself crack under the two stern glazes and began his story.

"Screams, there's always screams. From friends, family, death eaters, from me too… I guess. Those screams haunt me every night. Gut wrenching screams, agonizing screams. At first, it's always the same. Dad telling us to run, mom begging for my life, Voldemort laughing… then it's Cedric and his last moments, they crucio him then kill him. I beg them to stop, I sincerely do. They ask if I want to take his place, when I say I do he laughs and continue. It's here that I begin to realize all the danger I put them through. Next, it' Sirius. The dementors in third year, they rip his soul apart and toss him through the veil.

It keeps going, every single person I care or used to care about. Scream after scream, person after person. It's always the same. The pain is too much at that point. I think I started crying by then, but I can't say for sure.

Then it's the war, I see every death, even the ones I wasn't present for. My mind just make them up. I finally woke up, look at my clock. It's three AM. And I realize. I put them all in danger, all of them, just because I knew them because I existed. Andromeda was right; it's my fault that they died. I go to Sirius's study and open the door hidden behind the shelf and go to the weaponry. I grab a gun… and fire. Straight through the chest."

Then he breaks down and start sobbing. At first, the twins are shocked then start comforting him and scolding him at the same time. Quite the sight to see. Then he tell them about his encounter with death, not really a surprise since he was the master of death. Even if he became it against his will, it did not bother him that much because death had been very clear that his duties started only after his midgardian death (he did not know what midgardian meant, but he figured it was something like human or earthly something).

The twins spend the rest of the night with their brother, and when he finally fell asleep, went to the store the close it indefinitely and grabbed some clothes for about a month. Harry needed them, whether it was for his mental well-being or finding said Bruce. They could even think of opening a branch of WWW in New York and settle there, leaving the running of the London branch to their most ancient and trusted friend and employee, Lee Jordan.

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The avengers were sitting around the couches that filled a little portion of the immense living room of the communal area of avengers' tower.

Bruce was lost in thoughts. Hulk kept saying that something big was going to happen in the near future; but neither he nor Bruce had any idea what. Therefore, he wasn't all that surprised when a hooded figure apparated in the living room. Oh, they sure knew about magic, being a bunch of superheroes was probably a fair reason to be cleared about that particular piece of the population.

"Who the hell are you? Said stark with his usual sass, but his gauntlet-covered hand was ready to open fire at the wizard.

- You know that in my world, we exchange a pleasant hello before asking questions. The hooded figure said, Bruce vaguely recognized that voice but could not put his finger on it.

- Who sent you? Asked Steve, in his intimidating captain America voice. The man did not even seem to acknowledge it.

- Both of you are so quick to get to the point. However, I am not here for any of you. Nor am I here to cause a fuss. I can even give you my wand if you want.

- Then proceed. Natasha slid carefully to the shape and retrieved the wand holster he was handing her.

- Now, to tell you who I am. Brucey, I still owe you that wedding.

Bruce froze, not even noticing the eyes of his teammates on him, only one person in this world ever said something like this. He did not even realise his eyes getting misty when the person slid the hood off to reveal his face.

- Oh my god. Harry… he approached slowly, almost cautiously as if he feared it would disappear.

- Long-time no see my friend, huh?

- A decade tomorrow. I've missed you harry."

Both stayed in each other's arms for quite some time. Steve had chased the team out, leaving with them, to give the two men a bit of privacy.

hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed.

so i have some things i wanted to say:

1/ english is not my first language; so please be gentle with your reviews

2/ thank you to the wonderful pococo, for the original fanfiction and for allowing me to write this.

3/ I am not sure if i'll ever update this. so if you want to adopt it that's totally fine, make just sure to ask me beforehand and to credit me.