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Chapter 6– Puberty Strikes!
Harry sat in front of a full length mirror, staring at his reflection in admiration.
Vanity had always been strange to him, what with him simply not seeing any practical use in caring about one's looks. But that seemed to have changed in the past few months, as he found himself being more... appreciative, for some of his physical features.
He stood just above 5 feet tall now, with wide shoulders hinting at the hidden muscles underneath. His sharp cheekbones and angular face had often been described as 'Angelic' by most of the females in Shield, with the lightening bolt scar giving him a more striking edge. While his hair sometimes caused him some trouble, their smooth pitch black texture made them worth the extra care.
But the most striking feature that everyone always commented on, were his eyes. The green emerald eyes that twinkled like gems under the sunlight.
"I'm wasting time again." He muttered, shaking his head as he got up.
It was the third time this month that he'd caught himself adjusting his hair or looking for any imperfections in his appearance. Sometimes he feared he was growing narcissistic. Since when had he given so such thought about his own looks?
Narcissism was the logical conclusion, even though he knew very little about it.
But try though he might, he simply couldn't force himself to change. Unless he activated the gamer's mind, that is.
Which he won't do, unless it was a combat situation. The warmth of positive emotions has become an almost second-nature for him, something he placed high value in. Though he hadn't felt any heightened emotions since the day he completed that Gulag mission.
The past half year had been the smoothest period of time harry could ever remember in his life. The basic needs that he had to take care of on his own were no longer a concern here. He had a place to call his own, a comfy bed to sleep, and ate the best food New York had to offer every day.
To keep improving his skills level, the shield training facilities were available to him. And they were, in one word, Awesome. Better than anything Hydra had. From shooting practice to unarmed combat to stealth training... everything was available when Captain Ares himself testified for him.
Then there were the missions. The Gulag mission had netted him some sweet profits, not just from his system, but also from Shield. He was now given the pay of a Lvl 6 Agent, while exercising a Lvl 5 authority in the organization.
For a month, he'd kept a low profile after completing that mission, before going back to normal and making sure to complete 1 mission per month. While none had been anywhere as profiting as hitting the Gulag, he'd still managed to level up multiple times when combined with his daily quests.
Harry Potter
Age: 10
Race: Wizard
Level: 34
Mana: 600/600
Health: 450/450
Stamina: 400/400
Stats
Strength: 36 (9)
Speed: 37 (9)
Dexterity: 37 (9)
Vitality: 36 (9)
Endurance: 31 (9)
Intelligence: 51 (9)
Wisdom: 40 (9)
Points: 4
Unfortunately, with his increase in power came a decrease in rewards. Killing normal humans gave him even less XP than his daily quests now. And the 6 missions that he'd completed, netted him a total of 2000 XP, which was...less than satisfactory, considering these were the highest risk missions out of all available.
But while they may be high risk for others, for him they were barely worth a trouble.
So nowadays he simply completed his daily quests and leveled up his skills by fighting more skilled opponents... mainly Ares.
His relationship with the Captain had...changed, for the lack of better term.
He still remembered that day, when he witnessed the wrath of Ares for the first time. The fact that his beloved Shield was compromised had seemed to hit the man something fierce. Though when the idea that it may be Hydra who'd wormed its way inside had popped up, even Harry had become extra cautious, and began counting his days since then.
The plus point of this however, was that Ares believed the Gulag was a trap for Harry specifically, so he'd seemed to have taken it upon himself to keep Harry safe and sound from anything, even shielding him from the higher ups, some Alexander pierce, who'd wanted to interrogate him.
As for Kara...well, the woman was now a level 6 Shield agent, and was getting paid as much as him.
They still shared a home of course, and were much more comfortable around each other than ever. But Harry had noticed a rising problem recently... Sometimes, when his guard was down, he would find his eyes lingering upon her, noting her beauty, and the more... feminine features.
Thankfully he was no longer completely ignorant about it. And some of the credit went to the male trainees, who had taught him a lot about female anatomy, but most of the credit went to the 'internet'.
Internet was the most fascinating subject for him behind magic. It directly gave access to any type of information he wanted. Anything he wished to know? Internet will set him up. Anything he wished to learn? Just do a quick Google. How could there be jobless people in this world, he would never understand. The internet literally gave any being the means to be successful.
And Harry took full advantage of it. The first thing he did was, of course, clear up the reason for his distraction around Kara, and the internet provided with an answer: Attraction.
More specifically, Sexual attraction. Harry wasn't ignorant about sex, having assassinated people in the midst of it...but actually doing it himself? Nope. Never in his wildest dreams could he ever imagine having sex. It had always seemed like a pointless endeavor to mate without the purpose of producing a child. He blamed the puberty for this... absurd growth.
The worst part? His super soldier serum seemed to be increasing the urges even more. Times like this had almost made Harry activate gamer's mind forever. Getting distracted was possibly the worst thing that could ever happen to an assassin. Or to any fighter, for that matter.
Still, he coped with it for now. He didn't want to become completely dependent on Gamer's Mind afterall. What would the point of his freedom be then?
Another thing he'd been browsing the internet was for a location. Specifically, where exactly was 'Little Whinging, Surrey'? It was the only thing he remembered about his old home.
And the internet, once again, provided the answer, pointing him at England. He had tried the find some other Little Whingings in neighboring countries to USA, but no such luck. It seems he really was from another continent altogether.
Now the question was, how will he break it to Kara and others that he will be moving to another whole continent soon? While he didn't necessarily care a lot about leaving this all behind, he knew Kara would throw a massive temper tantrum. Plus, Steve would be disappointed as well.
Harry sighed. 'What a chore.'
Apart from this, he'd also taken to cooking. Kara was a shit cook, and if Harry wanted something specific, different from whatever Shield was serving, he'd either have to make it himself or order from a takeout.
Thankfully his system rewarded his interest with a bunch of levels, and the internet provided the means to improve.
Cooking (Lvl 28)
He wasn't at a professional level, but he was definitely a good amateur cook.
Sighing, Harry finally turned around from the mirror, done with his usual session of time wasting.
Whenever he felt himself growing moody, he'd hit the training facility to cool off. That was one place that provided absolute comfort to Harry.
He'd be sad to leave it when the time comes. Things like this made him question his decision to leave, but he knew it was just a matter of time. America was too wild and unsafe for him to live in comfort.
And he had some unfinished business in England which he would like to take care of. He really really hoped the Dursleys were alive.
"Is she at it again?" Agent Barton asked as he entered through the doors, a heavy frown gracing his face.
The people present in the room had to hide their amusement, especially Ava Starr who was holding back her snickers.
4 people were currently gathered together– Agent Barton, Agent Coulson, Director Rogers, and a young Initiate called Ava Starr, aka The Ghost. They were all looking down at the two fighters getting ready for a bout of unarmed combat.
"I doubt she'll stop now, even if I command her to." The Director of Shield replied with a smug smirk, amusing everyone but Barton himself.
Especially Ava though, who finally let her own lips twist up. It never failed to amuse the girl, seeing a legend like Hawkeye complaining like a child.
The training facility that they were occupying was an enormously long space, divided in multiple sections, starting with a sparing room and ending with a shooting range. There was also a hidden observation deck, which they all currently stood in, meant to keep an eye on Shield operatives.
Their attention was down at the sparring room, where Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow, got ready to take on Agent Dursley, also known as Mystique Soldier.
While a normal sight for others, this was actually the first time Ava was going to see the Mystique Soldier fight, and she was quite curious for it.
The girl had seen Black Widow in action, and knew that the people that had any hope to challenge her could be counted with a single hand.
She also knew that a few people counted the Mystique Soldier to be one of them, though the 19 year old never quite believed them.
"I don't get what she sees in him." Agent Barton grouched from the side again, folding his hands irritably.
"The same thing you saw in her, I'd wager." Agent Coulson replied, the barest hints of smile giving away his amusement.
Ava finally let out a chuckle as the grouchy Agent shot Coulson an irritated glare.
Agent Barton's dislike of Mystique Soldier wasn't unknown to the young trainee, and she knew exactly the cause behind it.
This wasn't the first time Natasha Romanoff has faced off against Harry, and neither would it be the last.
The problem didn't come from that though. It came from the fact that she was trying to attempt something that most people, who knew Mystique Soldier, thought to be impossible.
Namely, to loosen the boy up and make him have fun.
And no one in the room, save for Steve himself, believed that she could succeed.
Ava herself had only interacted with the boy a couple of times, and from what she could tell he was extremely cold and anti-social.
Normally the girl would never hold that against him, having went through a similar phase like that when her whole life was turned upside down with the death of her parents.
But the difference between them was that she hadn't refused any help. When Shield reached out to her, promising a cure for her... painful ability...she had jumped at their offer. Jumped at the chance of safety and security.
And she hasn't regretted it once. She'd found a new family in Shield, suppressing the sting from her parent's death. Captain Ares was a kind man, and she considered herself lucky to work under him.
One could only imagine how dire her situation would've been, had someone more selfish gotten ahold of her... and her abilities.
But Mystique Soldier was the exact opposite. He never initiated any conversations, and actively ignored others unless they provided him with something that worth his while.
Ava couldn't quite figure out why Agent Romanoff still stuck out for him. While Ava may make fun of Barton's irritation, she agreed the boy was a lost cause.
That didn't mean she wasn't curious to see how strong he was.
And as the two opponents turned to each other, she couldn't help but ask the others. "Who do you think will win?"
While she definitely believed Romanoff to be better of the two, she'd also heard rumors on how lethal Agent Dursley was, due to his prior training at Hydra.
The question was taken with interest by others. While Barton himself had never laid witness to the boy's skills, he knew from the showering of praises from his female partner that the boy was unnaturally skilled. Though he'd still give it to Natasha 7 out of 10 times. At least in hand to hand.
Coulson on the other hand, had a much more solid opinion on who will win.
"If they went all out?" In the end it was the Director who answered. "The fight wouldn't even last a minute. I'm a little concerned actually."
Barton frowned at his words, though it didn't surprise Coulson.
Ava on the other hand...was disappointed. She'd imagined the boy would've been a bit more powerful, after hearing all those legends about him.
Still, it wasn't too surprising, she thought. No matter how competent, he was still a 10 year old, facing off against one of the greatest hand to hand fighters the young girl has ever witnessed.
Though she didn't understand Captain's concern. This was just a friendly spar afterall...unless he was worried that the Black Widow might just sting her young prey?
"It'll be fine, Captain." Ava found herself dismissing the man's worries. "I'm sure miss Romanoff will go easy on him."
The Director snorted, surprising her. "I'm not worried for him. I'm concerned for Natasha."
Her eyebrows were no doubt touching her hairline as she turned to the man, skepticism clear in her eyes. "Really?"
Steve understood her reaction of course.
Natasha Romanoff was perhaps the most deadliest assassin in the world, and one of the best hand to hand fighters he'd ever seen, perhaps even better than him. And that was saying something considering the woman has just entered her twenties.
He could count on one hand the list of people who were able to last against her for more than a minute.
But impressive she may be, she was no super soldier.
And Harry wasn't just a Super Soldier or Wizard, but a complete enigma, even to Steve who'd spent the most time with him, second only to Kara. The boy's mind worked way differently than any kid he'd met. Including Romanoff.
Sometimes the boy unnerved him. The cold and calm demeanor he constantly carried...no child should be that way. Even though he felt the boy has grown a ton in this past year, it was still abnormal.
He doubted even Romanoff was this far gone from normal when they'd found her, even with her unfortunate history.
"Worry not, sir. We'll stop things from escalating." Agent Coulson assured him.
"That's what I'm afraid of." Steve muttered. "I doubt we can, if the boy goes wild."
Silence spread through the room as everyone present digested that nugget of fact.
"You mean that don't you?" Barton asked at last, looking troubled. "You really believe that. If anything, it only makes me want to stop this nonsense even more."
"It's too late now. They're starting."
Dressed in black skintight sleeveless shirt and matching trousers, Harry stretched his body as he readied himself.
In front of him stood perhaps the most challenging opponent he'd ever faced, bar Ares: The Black Widow herself.
Natalia Romanoff
Age: 22
Level: 28
Health: 300/300
Stamina: 260/260
Stats
Strength: 22
Speed: 32
Dexterity: 39
Vitality: 30
Endurance: 26
Intelligence: 27
Wisdom: 28
Two of her stats were above 30, and all the rest in their twenties. That in itself would've pushed Harry to be more cautious, but her stats weren't what truly made her such a challenging opponent.
It was her skills.
Natalia "Natasha" Romanoff was one of most skilled fighters that he'd ever witnessed. He genuinely did not know who was better between Ares, Winter Soldier, and her. Surprising though it may come as, but he would put his bet on the Widow. The only reason the other two would win was due to their Super-Soldier status.
The redhead also surpassed him in armed Combat by a sizable margin but with his own growing skills he could at least hold on when using knifes or batons.
Armed Combat (Lvl 70)
A good thing about his skills was that he didn't need any special training to be competent with other weapons. For instance, baton was something he had little to no training with. But they still counted in 'Armed Combat', and thus his knowledge of the weapon adjusted accordingly
He'd also progressed in Unarmed Combat of course, but it simply wasn't enough to close the gap between them on their lonesome. Without his own enhanced stats, he doubted he'd be able to match her.
Unarmed Combat (Lvl 59)
That wasn't to say he lost any of these spars of course. Actually, their scorecard was 3-0, with Natasha not managing to clinch a single victory.
He may be less skilled and experienced, but his stats simply surpassed hers by a landslide.
So while he may be cautious, he was also extremely confident in his 4th consecutive victory.
"You ready kid?" The redhead smirked, rolling her arms and bending over...unprofessionally.
Her skintight dress almost seemed to burst around her spectacular chest when she made a show of yawning backwards, and Harry had to remind himself of the analysis his mind just did over his dangerous opponent.
Unfortunately, while he was confident in his victory, he wasn't as confident in keeping his eyes off of her... incredibly alluring figure.
'Focus, Harry!'
This was another reason that he counted the woman as such a big threat and danger. Just one time he had slipped up in his cool and calm façade in front of her, and now she always tried to make him repeat his mistake.
Trying to fluster him seemed to have become her new hobby, and her method of achieving that was by intentionally flaunting her... womanly charms.
Manipulative spider.
'Could this be another form of magic?' He wondered absently. 'Perhaps a lesser version of Imperius that affects mind?'
Perhaps puberty was actually a brand of dark magic that the females of this planet cast on men.
Very possible.
"I'm ready." He finally answered, taking a deep breath while activating the solution to all of these problems.
[Gamer's Mind: Activated]
Complete calmness overtook his mind the next second, and logic reigned supreme. Natasha seemed to notice the change however, and a displeased frown suddenly appeared on her face.
"No, that won't do. Drop it." She ordered, now standing stern and straight.
Harry tilted his head, confused. "What?"
"This..." Her hand made a circling motion towards his face. "Façade. The deadness. It's almost like someone pressed a switch, taking away everything that makes you human. Drop it... whatever you're doing."
His mind dissected her words, pondering upon the implications.
It was clear the woman was talking about Gamer's Mind. However, he hadn't known that the change was so... visible. Could it be a threat in the future? Perhaps, but nothing immediately came to his mind. Even if someone discovers his ability, what can they possibly do about it?
And as for her orders to deactivate the ability...
"No." He replied simply.
Why would he deactivate one of his biggest assets in battle? Foolishness.
Natasha frowned, her hands coming to rest on her waist as she stared down at him. "And why not? You don't have to lock away your feelings every time you fight. Why not just let go and enjoy?"
A flicker of amusement broke through him at hearing such illogical words. This wasn't the first time the redhead had tried to make him do something that he considered a waste of time, but it was definitely the first in the middle of a fight.
"That is impractical." He replied, letting his amusement color his tone. "Highly impractical. A battle is not meant to be enjoyed, and emotions have no place on a battlefield."
The redhead's frown intensified, looking to be seriously thinking on his words. "Really? So you consider emotions to be a burden? Do you wish to be some unfeeling monster?"
"Of course not." Harry frowned. "Emotions are to be treasured. But they are also a luxury. A luxury that cannot be afford in battle."
"But this is not a battle." She insisted. "This is just a friendly spar that you are meant to enjoy. And you can't do that if you bundle up your feelings like this."
This time he actually gave her words some consideration.
Enjoy a battle...had he ever enjoyed a battle? He didn't believe so. He was simply taught to finish any fight as fast and efficiently as possible.
But then again, he never had to participate in any of these friendly spars either.
So, should he do it? Actually fight without the support of Gamer's Mind? The entire notion seemed ridiculously illogical, but wasn't he trying to enjoy his life? So why not try new things?
'Why am I even following Hydra's laws anyway? I'm free of them. I can do whatever I want. And enjoying a fight seems to be the type of thing they'd actually hate. More the reason to do it.'
The last bit seemed a little... impractical. To do something simply as a fuck you to Hydra. It served no point except for personal satisfaction.
Then again, that should be enough of a reason to do something.
[Gamer's Mind: Deactivated]
"Very well." He felt a tiny smirk forming on his face. "Have it your way then."
"Finally." Natasha shot him a smile that looked more genuine, and beautiful, than anything he'd ever seen on the assassin's face.
And then the redhead shot off, giving him no time to marvel upon her beauty. There was no preamble, no warning. She charged at him without hesitation, closing their distance quickly.
Startled though he may have been at first, Harry was more than ready when she finally arrived.
She came in with a sweeping kick while trying to limit his movements using her larger body. He avoided her leg with a simple step-over but she didn't give him any time to counterattack, keeping the initiative.
And then started an intense exchange as he was forced to dodge her next flurry of strikes and punches with precise movements and blocks.
Another thing that made her such a tricky opponent was her ability to seamlessly use multiple forms of martial arts while fighting. The redhead assassin was incredibly proficient in Krav Maga, sambo, hapkido, and different styles of wrestling. She was also able to mix in multiple forms of kung fu, wing chun, and Taekwondo whenever she wanted.
This was why she could cause trouble for even a Super-Soldier. She was simply too unpredictable, even using her skills in acrobatics to take down larger opponents, using her superior dexterity to great effects.
Unfortunately, two things worked against her when facing Harry. One, just like armed Combat, his lvl 59 Unarmed Combat also made him proficient in every single unarmed style of combat. So while he may not be as skilled as her, he could still hold his own using superior speed and strength.
Second, his small stature actually worked against her here. Natasha was just so used to fighting larger opponents that facing someone half-a-foot shorter than her made most of her acrobatics simply redundant.
So she was left facing a much stronger and faster opponent, who was dexterous and slick enough to slip through her techniques and get inside her guard every single time.
So it didn't surprise either of them when Harry was eventually able to slide inside the whirlwind of kicks and punches, and deliver a nasty open-palmed strike to her stomach.
That single attack almost entirely settled the match, making the redhead double over with a gasp and quickly back away. Smelling blood, Harry gave chase, his smirk firmly on place as his victory came closer.
In a shocking move however, his stumbling opponent suddenly stopped backing away and shot forward like a mantis, catching him slightly off-guard.
But Harry was just too fast and dexterous to fall for such a simple tactic. His hands came forth to block any strikes, but Natasha seemed to ignore them, latching onto his arm with a tight grasp.
She twisted his arms, her fingers digging into his armpits as she tried to pull his entire body off of the floor. But bigger than him she may be, she wasn't stronger. He dug his feet into the floor, bending down slightly to stay rooted to the ground.
Knowing the futility of her task, she quickly changed tactics and tried maneuvering his arms into a head lock, but he wasn't willing to stay idle. His other hand curled up in a fist and landed a heavy punch to her waist.
She grunted but didn't loosen, managing to twist his hand up behind him. He was very aware of how risky his position may get if she was able to get a head or body lock on him. The redhead could easily use his own strength against him should he let her.
So he did the only thing he could. Drag them both to the ground.
Eventually they both ended up wrestling and jostling on the floor, each trying to get the upper hand.
She was more skilled and knowledgeable, but he was more stronger, slippery, and dexterous. In the end the match was concluded when their final position ended up with Natasha locking her legs around his waist, while his hands gripped upon her hips.
She stopped struggling the movement he picked her cleanly off the ground, her legs still locked around his waist, and brought her down to the ground with brutal force. He stopped just half-a-feet from letting her back touch the floor.
They both knew, had he continued, he could've easily broken her back.
"I win." Harry declared, barely out of breath. "For the fourth consecutive time."
And he even followed the rule of no magic. Though as a point to her, she didn't use her batons or widow's bite either.
"Are you sure about that?" She asked, looking not at all defeated as a smirk formed on her face.
He frowned, confused...before he felt it. Her hips suddenly started buckling against his groin, and her heels dug into the small of his back, bringing them closer.
He glanced down as his waist was being squeezed between her thighs, and a sudden hotness assaulted him out of nowhere, lighting his entire groin on fire. His heart was beating heavily in his ears while his eyes ravaged the female form beneath him with a sudden impulsive need.
"What are you doin–?" He started asking, bewildered at the reaction of his body.
He didn't get to finish though cause Natasha suddenly moved her legs back and kicked hard against his stomach, pushing herself back and using the momentum to roll onto her feet.
She gave absolutely no time for him to react, coming back in to land another kick to his chest.
[Gamer's Mind: Activated]
Clarity returned in Harry's mind, drowning his confusion and arousal into calmness and logic, and he reacted instantly.
He stepped back slightly to cushion the kick, knowing there was no dodging the attack. It still impacted with solid force, but the cushioning allowed him to catch the offending leg with both of his hands successfully.
She tried to use his hold as a leverage to twist in the air and land a flying kick but ended up with both of her legs getting trapped beneath his arms.
"Oh, fuck." She muttered, her face bleaching with growing horror, before he tugged her entire body off the floor like a sack of potatoes and reintroduced her face to the ground with terrifying force.
She had just enough time to bring her arms up to shield herself before she was slammed down with a thud.
"Now I win." He declared again, his eyes scanning her plump behind for just a second as she lay there ass-up, face down, before dismissing it entirely.
Her response was just a groan of pain as she rolled over to her back with considerable effort.
"Oww ow ow ow ow!" She howled, clutching onto her hand tenderly. "I think my hand's broken. Damnit. Did you have to use that much force?"
"Indeed." He nodded seriously. "Your breach of rules meant that you cannot be trusted to lay down unless completely defeated. And thus I delivered."
She stilled suddenly, before twisting over to look at him with a frown that grew in intensity as their eyes met. "Ah, I see. So you're back at your inhuman self again. Could've sworn I finally succeeded...I guess that was too much to hope for."
Harry shook his head. "If anything, you simply confirmed that I shouldn't drop my guard down even for a, as you put it, 'friendly spar'."
"That's not what you should–!" She started harshly before taking a deep breath, suddenly losing strength. "Did you at least enjoy the fight?"
He tilted his head, pondering upon the question.
Did he enjoy himself? There were definitely moments where he found himself smiling or smirking in between the fight. Especially when he thought he was winning. Which meant that he definitely gained some satisfaction and happiness from the fight.
The question was, does satisfaction and happiness equate to enjoyment?
He nodded slowly, his mind reaching a conclusion. "I believe I did..."
But does enjoying a fight excuse his lapse in judgement?
"...But not enough to continue fighting with my emotions active."
Of course not.
Natasha sighed, turning away. "I guess I'll have to keep trying."
Harry frowned, before dismissing her words. "Do as you please."
"...told you this was a bad idea!"
Multiple voices came from beside them, and he turned to see two men quickly approaching their position. While a third person, a young girl of 18 or 19, slowly made her way out of the training room, though not before giving him one last nervous glance.
He knew both the men of course. Ares, he spent the most time with beside Kara, and perhaps Melinda before she got married. And that was saying something considering the man only had free time when he was finished with his duties as the director.
The other man, he knew to be the legendary Hawkeye.
'Observe'
Clint Barton
Age: 29
Level: 22
Health: 200/200
Stamina: 160/160
Stats
Strength: 20
Speed: 22
Dexterity: 30
Vitality: 20
Endurance: 16
Intelligence: 21
Wisdom: 25
His stats may not look anything special, bar for his dexterity, but Harry knew more than enough about him to know where his true strengths lied.
Suffice it to say, he wouldn't underestimate the Hawkeye.
"Harry." Ares greeted him with a calm nod, quite unlike Hawkeye who sped towards Natasha with a worried but stern gait.
The redhead however, waved him off before he could say anything. "I know, I know. Just...let it go for now, please? I think I broke my hand."
Harry's attention was focused on Ares however. He had news to deliver.
"I've selected where I wish to move." He announced to the man without hesitation.
Truly, why did he feel so reluctant to rely his decision for the past few days? It made no logical sense in delaying the inevitable.
"Tomorrow shall mark the end of our one year active contract. I shall follow the remaining part to the letter, but I will not be staying in this country for any longer."
The man looked crestfallen, but nodded nonetheless. "I had hoped but...I understand. When will you leave?"
"Tomorrow itself."
Ares sighed. "Well...allow me to arrange–"
"That will not be necessary, Captain." He interrupted the man. "I have made my own arrangements."
He did not want Shield to know where he'll be moving next. He still hadn't decided if he even wished to keep contact with the organization after he collected his payment afterall.
But he will need to decide soon. Very soon.
AN: And that's done!
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone reading and following this story. We've crossed 1k follows on two of my fics now. Not bad for someone posting for less than two months, eh? And that's all thanks to you lot.
Second, I've released another new story called 'From Lamb to Emperor'. A Naruto fanfic with a geniune evil mc. Go check it out and leave some reviews if you like the premise.
Now for this chapter...Yeah, I got a little carried away. This was supposed to be the chapter where Harry leaves usa entirely but I got bogged down with introducing 3 new characters, but especially Natasha Romanoff, who I've wanked heavily here. Then again, she deserves to be wanked to kingdom come so suck it.
The question is, would you like seeing her paired with Harry? I already have a solid idea of how I want his relationships to be, but your opinions definitely matter so let me know.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the fight. Please keep following and reviewing!
Oh, and I have something planned for tomorrow, though I don't know if I'll be able to manage. So If I don't post, Happy New year!
