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Chapter 2– The Final Mission
The whiplash of fierce cold wind biting into his cheeks finally woke him up. The shin shin shin of spinning blades made him realise that he was on a helicopter making its way through the sky.
"You will find your mission details in the file, Agent Dursley." His handler's voice reached his ears through a tiny aid stuck inside his ear, bypassing the choppers racket.
The file was sitting on his lap, and he quickly scanned through it for any relevant info.
His target's name was...agent 33? Was he hunting one of Hydra's...oh.
He was hunting a Shield operative.
Agent 33 was a young woman, having come under shield's attention for her stellar performance in combat and strategy. His Job was to kidnap/eliminate the new shield employ and plunder her residence for anything important.
"What is the mission's estimated time, sir?" He asked.
"A day, Agent Dursley. You will find all the information needed to track your target down in the file. Now get ready. We have arrived."
Before he could move, the man leaned towards him, a hand coming to rest on Harry's shoulder. "Complete this mission, and you shall have a new name to celebrate your success, Harry. You will be known as...The Mystique Soldier."
He suppressed a derisive snort at the man's expectant look, giving a simple nod as they came to a stop.
The chopper didn't land on the ground. Instead, a long rope was thrown down, around a couple dozen meters in length, and he had to slide down to the ground using it.
He quickly took stock of his person; finding a M4 pistol strapped under his thighs, and his wand placed inside his sleeves, covered by a holster. He had no food or water supplies, nor money to buy them. The Hydra clearly wished for him to be done with the mission in a few hours.
Harry didn't disagree.
He beat a steady pace for the given coordinates. His target's residence was in a remote neighborhood of new york city, given to her by shield itself. This was supposed to be a vacation holiday for her, in a safe house under Shield's protection. The entire neighborhood was reserved for Shield agents, so he will need to display subtlety.
Everything about her schedule and habits were already listed in the file so information gathering wasn't needed. This was supposed to be a quick job.
It was still a few miles away, so he will need to hitch-hike a ride.
Though a different plan was brewing in his head, and it had nothing to do with the mission.
No, what he realised was this; he was soon going to be in close contact with a Shield operative. Surely she must have a way to contact them.
So the question was, should he take this chance to finally escape the Hydra? A simple msg to shield informing them of his mission should summon their wrath upon his handler. He could easily take this chance to finally be out of their hands.
Or should he simply do his job and wait for a better opportunity? Afterall, this could be a trap for him. This agent 33 could be a Hydra operative, tasked to see if Harry will try to betray them.
...No. He will wait and see. Confirm her identity before acting. And he had a most suitable plan to make her reveal the truth.
But if she truly was a Shield Agent...then he will first need to get rid of the devices stuck upon him by Hydra before acting.
Harry had a feeling that this day was going to bring him some excitement.
And he simply couldn't wait for it.
"He is in the house now, Agent Johnson." The scout informed him.
They were on the rooftop of a tower, peering down at the Mystique soldier as he finally arrived at his target.
Normally Johnson wouldn't get involved in something this mundane, but he'd specifically asked to supervise the mission this time. It was a special mission, afterall.
Johnson stepped forward beside the scout, bending down to peek at his charge through the large set of binoculars.
The boy was sneaky, he had to admit. Three times his scouts almost lost track of him and had to glance at the tracking device to find the boy.
And that wasn't even his true speciality. The way he quickly scanned through his surroundings, checking for traps and surprises, reminded the agent of their best spies and infiltration experts. To see this in a 9 year old would generally be shocking.
But Agent Johnson was used to it. He was the one to shape the boy afterall.
"He is going to make contact with the target now, sir."
Indeed, the two heat signatures in the house were close now.
He hoped the boy will make the right call and kidnap 33, instead of eliminating her. This test was to observe his decision making skills, which was why he was provided with both; a gun and a wand. 33 can be a valuable asset to hydra, and the boy should recognise this from all the information provided to him. Johnson hoped the boy could control his bloodlust when it came to matters like this.
Or the chances of administrating the chair to him would increase.
While Johnson didn't care about the boy, wiping his memory meant wiping away all the loyalty Johnson had cultivated in the boy. All his hardwork will vanish in a flash.
And he did not want that.
"He has made contact with the target sir."
His attention quickly shifted to the boy.
This was an important mission, and he hoped everything will go well.
Harry stared at the woman as she bent down to pick up her clothes. She was naked, save for a white towel wrapped around her body.
It was still early morning and the sun was just peeking at the horizon, so her state was understandable. His eyes scanned her figure, taking in her wet hair, her small golden necklace, the swell of her breasts, the tight towel wrapped around her wide thighs...and he couldn't think of any place she could hide a weapon.
Perhaps under her breasts, but they were quite small, certainly not large enough to hide a handgun without leaving an imprint.
The target was defenceless. And it only added more to his suspicions. How can a Shield Agent be so defenceless? This mission did not seem any different than the rest. He could simply unsheathe his gun and blast her head open. And his job will be over.
Well, it does not matter. He will follow the plan that he had made.
The woman dropped her towel, revealing her completely naked body to his eyes. He glanced down for a grief moment, taking in the red star-shaped tatoo on her plump behind, before ignoring both of them completely.
He wondered if he should feel flustered. If he dropped the gamer's mind, would he feel shy?...Harry didn't believe so. He had assassinated men and women in the midst of sex. Nudity simply could not affect him. Surely not...
As the woman started clothing herself, Harry removed his wand from the holster, aiming it at the agent.
"Imperio." He pushed his will inside the words, forcing the woman's mind to bend under him.
She jerked upright, dropping her bra as her body went limb.
"Dress up." He commanded.
It wasn't that he was affected by her nudity. It was simply that he needed time. Time to choose his next words. The Hydra were no doubt hearing everything he says. He had already located the devices on his body, but he hadn't removed them yet. Atleast, not all of them.
Because the moment he did, the Hydra will realise the truth and start hunting him down. He will need to plan this perfectly.
"Agent 33." He said as the woman strapped up her dress. "Who do you work for?"
"Agent 33. Who do you work for?" The boy asked.
Was he confirming the identity of the target? he didn't think so. For some reason Agent Johnson felt uneasy by the question.
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." The woman replied in a trance.
"I see." The boy said, sending a jolt of shock through Johnson.
When was the last time the boy referred to himself in first person? ...Before his personality training, which was 3 years ago.
The Faustus method had seemed to remove all sense of self from the boy...
Something was wrong here.
"Can you contact them?" The boy asked, making him even more suspicious.
"Yes."
"Contact them. Tell them you are being held hostage by Hydra."
Johnson quickly clicked his ear piece, connecting with the boy. "Agent Dursley! What are you playing at?"
There was nothing but silence.
"Agent... Mystique Soldier? Harry?"
Nothing but static.
'No', he denied. This can't be...
"Sir, what should we do!?" His men asked. "She is calling someone!"
Stunned, he turned back to his men. Now was not the time for shock.
He shook his head, taking charge. "Block the call. Team one and two, move in. Eliminate the target and surround the boy. Do not harm the other residents! Some of them are our spies. Agent Grim, electrocute the boy and bring him back to the helipad. Burn down the house after you. Leave no evidence."
He peered through the binoculars again, but he couldn't see the boy. How did this happen? The boy never showed any signs of rebellion. Not since the time he had personally used Faustus method on him.
'So how now?'
"Sir, we can't track him anymore. Neither can we subdue him. He may have removed the electroshock."
Johnson cursed. "Striker, drop him down. Aim for the legs, do not kill him."
The shot of sniper ensued and Agent Johnson held his breath.
What a tragedy this was. The boy will be crippled for sure, losing a lot of his potential. And there was no chance of avoiding the chair anymore.
Still, better a crippled Mystique soldier than a dead one. Agent Smith will probably dance in joy at being right...goddammit!
"Sir, he blocked the shot. Some kind of translucent energy wall."
"Sir, we cannot block the call! It's an encrypted line! The Shield are on their way!"
"Shit. Shit!"
Frustrated, he peered back through the binoculars, and there the boy stood, guarding the woman's body with his magic.
Johnson's heart stopped as the boy turned, staring directly at him.
...Did he know?...No. that was impossible...
But then Johnson witnessed the most chilling sight of his life. Cold shivers went through his spine, his heart clenching in sheer terror.
For the first time in his life, he witnessed the boy smile. It was cold, hard, malicious...And it knew everything.
The hair on his hands stood up as the boy waved.
Agent Johnson has been outplayed. He never controlled the boy. The boy simply let himself be controlled.
And now he was done playing.
For the first time in a long while, Harry felt free.
He was surrounded by the hostile Hydra teams, he knew. And yet, he had never felt so relieved before.
And it was wonderful. Wonderful and exciting.
He glanced at the woman, still trapped in his spell.
Did he need her anymore? Well...killing her will only bring Shield's fury on him now.
With a sigh, he waved his wand towards her, breaking the connection between them.
The woman dropped to the ground, her head frantically looking around. "Wha...who? How?"
Before finally her gaze came to rest on him.
"What did you do to me?" She whispered harshly.
"You are safe, miss 33." Harry assured her.
It did not seem to work though, because the next moment she was on her feets, closing the gap between them.
He ducked under her jab, and swerved to the side to dodge her knee, before gripping her hand and throwing her over his head.
"Son of a bi–ahh!" The woman crashed upon the sofa, bouncing a little before she came to a stop.
She didn't attack again, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"That was rude." He stated.
"So was controlling me." She groaned out, rubbing her head. "How did you do that? Some kind of voodoo magic? And how are you so fucking strong?"
"You do not seem afraid."
"Oh, I am." She said, pushing herself upright. "I'm just doing my FUCKING best to not panic!"
Harry didn't know how to respond. Comforting a target wasn't in his list of skills.
"You should keep calm and sit down." He finally stated.
The woman giggled. And kept giggling before she finally broke out laughing. "You...do you realise how ridiculous this looks?"
Perhaps he should just kill her and be done with it. He wasn't going to stay for Shield to find out anyway.
"A child breaks into my house, mind controls me, throws me around like a doll, and tells me to calm down! Don't you see how ridiculous this is!?"
Harry ignored the hysteric woman and concentrated. He could hear the Hydra cars parking outside. Running had never been an option, they would've been quickly hunted down. He had hoped the Shield would be here by now. Afterall, this was a safe house provided by the shield to their employee.
"How old are you anyway? Eleven? Twelve?" The woman continued.
He hesitated a little before replying. "Nine."
The Shield Agent grimaced, her eyes softening slightly. "I heard about Hydra using children but... I never imagined it to be true. Wow. This...this is way above my pay grade."
"You need not do anything. Just sit quietly. I will deal with the intruders."
He quickly removed his gun, holding it in one hand while the other held the wand.
"Wait, intruders? There are more of you!?"
"I'm not with Hydra." He snapped. "Not anymore."
"Ahh... alright. Is that why you called shield here? To surrender?"
He ignored her again, walking forward to shut the door behind them. He had chosen a room without windows because of the sniper. But this also meant that they didn't have a path of retreat.
"Hey, don't ignore me! You owe me some information after seeing me naked!"
He blinked at her. What a weird woman.
"I did not see you naked." He replied, shaking his head.
"Oh really?" She snorted. "So if I see the CCTV, I won't see you peeping at a naked me?"
"I simply scanned you and made some observations. That's all."
"I'm sure you did. Would you like to tell me what you observed?" She asked, a smirk forming on her face.
"Like the fact that your breasts were too small to hold a weapon."
There was silence in the room as the woman gaped at him incredulously before her shock turned to anger.
"They aren't small!" She defended, bringing her hands to cover her chest as she glared at him.
"I said 'to hold a weapon', miss 33."
"It's because of the towel." She muttered under her breath, ignoring his words. "The towel push them inside too much so they look small."
He sighed. How was this a Shield Agent?
"And for the record my name isn't 33. It's Kara Palamas. The least you could do for insulting me is call me by my name."
"If you do not having anything better to do then take a gun and ready yourself." He snapped at the woman.. "They may not kill me but that courtesy won't be extended to you."
She finally seemed to understand his words, scrambling around in search of something.
"Damn, I just forgot about that. This is too much to take, you know? Freaking nine year olds mind controlling you and ordering you around. Then darned Hydra itself coming for your life! Sorry if I'm whining but yeah, just...too much."
He could hear the doors being broken as the Hydra thugs entered. Closing his eyes he centred himself, bringing forth all the hatred and anger that he had for the Hydra, hidden in his depths to keep them clueless.
For the bogus dogshit food that they fed him, for the torn up clothes that they made him wear, for years of torture and abuse, and most importantly, for forcing him to kill his pet puppy, the only thing that had truly mattered to him, as part of their 'toughening program'.
He was ready to tear them into pieces.
As soon as he heard the last door broken, he burst forth, leaving the windowless room to face the intruders.
"Avada kedavra!"
The green flash struck the first agent's face, instantly killing him.
He took advantage of their surprise at magic and shot two bullets through the next couple of targets.
His killing curse was too slow in close combat, practically useless due to how much time it takes to spell it out. So the pistol was his first choice of weapon.
But bullets were less numerous than magic. So he will need to mix things up and save his bullets.
The 3 slumped down dead bodies created a barrier, keeping the next few guards from entering. That didn't mean they couldn't shoot of course. With automatic assult rifles in their hands, a quick line of bullets will be all it took to put him down.
But Harry wasn't useless either.
They opened fire, aiming for his legs, and a faint translucent wall materialised in front of him, blocking the bullets. But the assult rifles shot a continuous stream of bullets, quickly making cracks appear on the wall as his magic strained to hold up the barrage even though he was pumping the magical wall with all of his energy.
It was times like this that made him curse Hydra for not letting his teacher teach him the Protego spell. His wall was simply too weak, getting strained by simple bullets.
It got so bad that he had to drop his pistol and put his entire concentration in maintaining the shield, keeping a steady supply of magic.
Thankfully he wasn't alone. 33 came out of the room wearing a tactical gear with black bulletproof vest, and two loaded glocks.
Her guns fired twice in quick succession, accurately shooting down his two assailants.
"Well done, 33!" He couldn't help but say as sweet relief spread through him. "Now cover me, I have a plan."
"What do you think I'm doing?" She retorted as her glocks burst out rounds of bullets. "And you can call me kara by the way. If you didn't already know."
With the brief reprieve that he got, Harry picked up his pistol even as he swished his wand in the air, aiming at one of the agents as they entered the room.
"Imperio!" He bellowed out.
He only let the spell be for a quick second before diving out of the line of fire. But that second was enough to put a single order in the man's mind.
'Kill them.'
The man must be particularly weak willed because he didn't even hesitate, instantly turning around and firing at his colleagues point blank. There was no escape from that and the shocked group of agents were gunned down by their own man in a matter of seconds.
Did they not know about his abilities? The way they acted made him think that his existence was much more guarded than he'd believed.
Harry couldn't ponder further because someone from the back snapped a command.
"Team two, back off! Flash grenade!"
The small oval grenade flew inside the room and Harry had just enough time to drag 33 down and create a hasty wall of magic when it went out with a bang.
His weak wandless magical wall was quickly punctured through, breaking apart like a brittle piece of glass. His hands instinctively clutched down on his ears as the last notes of the ringing grenade assulted him.
Another trio of men entered the room and Harry dove to the side, taking cover behind a marble counter even as his pistol shot at them with almost perfect accuracy.
He felt something crack underneath his knee as he sat up. Belatedly he realised he didn't have a wand in his hand. Fearing the worst, he scrambled away to look under his knee.
"Oh..." He whispered as his eyes took the two broken pieces of wood.
His distraction cost him even more when a bullet pierced his shoulder. He went down with a cry, leaping away from further fire to hide behind the counter again.
"No!" 33 screamed out, coming in guns blazing to reach him.
The one remaining man ducked down, switching his target to 33. With gritted teeths, Harry concentrated enough to quickly fire off a Wandless magic blade. It landed accurately on his neck, though it didn't decapitate him due to his clothes.
Yes, Wandless magic was very weak.
The man still fell down, clutching his bleeding neck tightly. A bullet to the head from 33 finished him off.
"Where are you hit!?" 33 asked as she came to kneel beside him. "Let me see."
"Just a shoulder wound." He waved her away, even as his shoulder throbbed in agony. "I've had worse."
"Be quiet." She snapped, her eyes peering at the wound. "And didn't I tell you to call me Kara?"
"Ares is here! Retreat!" One of the men yelled out from the front lawn.
"Oh thank god." 33 breathed a sigh of relief. "We're saved."
"I need to leave." He muttered, pushing the woman away as he stood up.
The pain in his shoulder was bearable. He wasn't lying when he said he'd had worse. And he also wasn't worried about any medication. As long as he slept for 8 hours, he will be as good as new. Even if he was on the verge of death before sleeping.
Gamer's Body was just as useful as Gamer's mind, if not more.
"Where do you think you are going!? You are in no condition to walk!" 33 yelled out, trying to hold him back.
He stared at her, confused. "I have no idea what you are talking about. My legs feel just fine."
She just stood there, even more confused and bewildered. "Excuse me, what?"
He took this chance to shake her off and started for the exit again. "Do not follow me, 33. I shall see you.. whenever I see you."
Hopefully never.
The scene outside might've as well came out of a movie. Two sides stared at each other, holding their weapons at ready. Each side sported their own organisations symbols. One side was, of course, Hydra. Proudly showing off a skull with 6 octopus tentacles sprung around it. The other side, S.H.I.E.L.D, had a flat eagle spread on their chests or shoulder. With weapons ready, the two behemoths were ready to tear into each other.
The only one to stick out was a man in his late fifties, standing at the very front of shield members. He wasn't particularly muscular, nor did he look very athletic. He looked...old and weak. Someone who had no business being present in a battlefield.
'Observe'
Steve Rogers (Ares)
Age: 88
Race: Human
Level: 43
Health: 450/450
Stamina: 410/410
Stats
Strength: 43
Speed: 42
Dexterity: 46
Vitality: 45
Endurance: 41
Intelligence: 42
Wisdom: 42
Ah, a super soldier. He had heard about Ares, sidekick of Captain Carter aka Captain America. Hydra had made sure to warn him against the man. He had a personal grudge against them, and being caught by him would be a death sentence.
There appeared to be a tense ceasefire between the two teams. The Shield probably didn't wish to get their initiates in crossfire, while Hydra was quite outnumbered.
Harry and 33 must've eliminated over a dozen of them personally. So they slowly trickled back into their cars and the Shield let them, keeping a fixed paranoid gaze.
Taking advantage of their tense focus, Harry ran for the woods around 33's house. There was a river stream a mere kilometer away; his plan was to escape through it.
"Wait!" Agent 33 screamed after him. "Atleast tell me your name?"
He stared at the woman for a long second. When was the last time that someone asked for his name? He couldn't remember.
"Harry." He finally replied. "Goodbye, Agent... Kara. It was a pleasure fighting alongside you."
And with that, he turned around and ran for the river. He had no intention of sitting in Shield's cage till they made sure if he truly was away from Hydra anymore.
And thus, with a half-loaded pistol in his hands, Harry potter jumped down a river, ready to experience freedom.
AN: Chapter 2 done! Next we'll see how Harry deals with his newfound freedom. I hope the fast pace of this chapter wasn't off-putting. There's a fine line between fast pace and rushed pace, and I don't want this to become the latter.
Anyway, the people have spoken! A mix of both it is! Those who wanted full blown grimdark or pure smutty fun, sorry. But...this is the mix of both, so you will definitely have your fair share of darkness and Smut.
Fun fact: Originally I'd planned this fic to be a pure dark one. Harry was supposed to betray and kill Kara at the end, tying up any loose ends. His mentality was going to take a deep dive into the abyss of evil. But you guys have saved him, and as such you'll see a more grounded and sane Harry. Though there are definitely some very dark aspects of his character still remaining, and he will never be normal.
You'll notice that I've made some changes to MCU's canon, hope that's not a turn-off for anyone. I got the idea of Captain Ares from an episode of Marvel's what if series. Now Carter is captain America, while Steve is Ares. He is called captain Ares (or just Ares) due to his own suit of armour that he fights in. He is also an imperfect super soldier (that's why he's not a buff boy) so while he may be 88, he looks to be around mid fifties. And due to his presence Hydra isn't as secretive as they were in canon, and neither are they as powerful. Steve has been quite busy with culling down the organisation.
Another change is Kara Palamas. Some of you will know her from Agent of Shield, though this one is deaged by 6 years for story purposes. I hope her interaction didn't come off as too silly or out of place. Due to the change in tone, I wanted atleast some lighthearted moments. Plus she is a young recruit in this one, and her silly behaviour could easily be explained as the result of shock and need for something stable and less grim.
Last thing, I wanted to give some warnings before y'all follow this story. Due to the smut aspect, there will definitely be those who are uncomfortable with some of the kinkier stuff.
So pls know what you're getting into.
1) Underage stuff. Harry will start exploring early, so this is unavoidable. He will be going for older students though; like 13-14, though maybe even 12.
2) Harry will be bit of a...player. So if you're looking for soulmates or love at first sight stuff, then this fic might not be for you. Cause it'll be a long time before Harry settles down with someone, and by that time he would've experienced a lot of things. That also includes Older and Married women. So while he himself won't be getting NTRed, he will definitely be cucking some unfortunate men.
Another major warning! I haven't decided yet, but let me know your stance on incest. And yes that's a big possibility because Harry has never experienced familial relationships, so he won't know the meaning of mother or sisters. There's a big chance that he might try to seduce one of them.
I'm sorry if that's a turn off. Let me know if there are other things that might not be up to your alley, or you don't want to see in this fic.
Anyway, thanks a lot for the tremendous support you guys! Pls keep reviewing! I'll be happy with just a simple one line review. I've said it in my other fic, and I'll say it here again: Your reviews are what motivates me to write further. So pls don't be shy with your critisms or praises.
See ya in the next chap!
