Harry saw what Tony had meant. The Avengers were all there having a stare off with an army of Death Eaters and people he didn't recognize.
"Great", Harry mumbled to himself.
He landed next to Tony, who instantly removed his face plate and looked at him.
"Nice timing kid."
"I'm not your kid. So, what is going on anyway?"
Tony scoffed. "Don't ask me. I was heading to a meeting here in London when these clowns showed up. I punched one of these guys out of the air. They aren't attacking us yet though."
"They're Death Eaters."
"Death-what now? They eat babies or something?" Hawkeye stood on his other side with his bow drawn.
Harry crouched down in combat position. His spidersense started to make him sick. It wasn't just an army of Death Eaters, there were some odd people mixed in with them; people with masks that looked nothing like Death Eaters.
"For one bloody moment can we stop with the jokes?" Harry said, shaking from the overwhelming feeling of dread.
"Are they your mates?" Thor grinned at him. He raised his giant hammer in the sky, as if in a greeting gesture. "Oi mates of the Spider-Man, may we have a word with you in a jiffy? Maybe some tea and crumpets? Bloody good show you have here!"
Harry sighed. "Really? Usually, I'm the one cracking jokes in a death-defying situation, but this really isn't funny."
"Don't worry kid, we've got this", Tony reassured.
Harry's scar stung a bit. No, it couldn't be. Not here.
A man dragging black robes after him walked out of the massive group of Death Eaters. His face was pale and snakelike with red eyes staring out of their sockets.
Harry's fists tightened – Voldemort. But why here?
"Muggles", Voldemort said almost amusingly but he wasn't smiling.
"Was that a threat?" Tony looked offended and confused at the same time. "Look pal, you've got about ten seconds to take your trick or treating elves somewhere else."
Voldemort literally didn't seem like he could care less about what he had been told. He just observed with his soulless red slits for eyes.
"Muggles", scoffed one of the Death Eaters. "My Lord, if you'll be so inclined I can take care of them for you."
"That won't be necessary", Voldemort said.
The situation was tense. No one attacked, just observed each other – like in some sort of strange standoff.
The Avengers were many but clearly outnumbered. Harry wished he'd brought his wand; spider-powers and webbing would be nearly useless when hundreds of spells started flying.
"So what's our move?" asked Hawkeye.
"Keep him talking", whispered Tony to him. "Do notengage yet."
Tony handed him something behind his back. "I wasn't planning on giving it to you yet – it's still a prototype. Attach it to your right wrist."
"I don't need…"
"Just take it."
Harry took whatever it was attached it to his wrist and looked down on his arm. It was easily attachable onto his right webshooter, but he had no idea what he was looking at except it was a very light-weight metallic mechanism, and for a few seconds he felt a slight buzzing sensation going through his body.
"Magic is like science, right?" Tony handed him another strange device which attached to the left arm.
"Sure…", Harry still had no idea were this was going.
"Wands are conduits, right? That device vibrates in tune with your magic mumbo jumbo and allows you to tap right into whatever magical powers you possess. They're one of a kind though so don't break them."
This was cheating. Harry stared at Stark, then on his wrists. Yeah, this was definitely cheating; he didn't even know how to cast wandless magic yet.
"Avengers", Tony said so loud that Voldemort could hear him clearly. "Assemble."
He folded down his helmet and shot a very fast missile which scattered the Death Eaters like bowling pins; and the fight between Death Eaters and Avengers was on.
Harry pushed himself from the ground and flew up in the air as all kinds of projectiles and lights were flying in every direction; spells, missiles, bullets, arrows and even pieces of the bridge flew around.
All Harry had to do to cast a spell was to do regular wand motions but with his hands. This definitely surprised the Death Eaters as they had no idea were it was coming from.
Webbing mixed with spells almost seemed too easy. He landed on the ground, dealing out a few kicks and punches to the nearest Death Eaters and at the same time disarmed another.
He had never felt this powerful and felt faster than ever doing tricks and flips in the air while taking out Death Eaters and whoever those other guys were.
"Smashing outfits", Harry said while webbing down one of the unknown people and stunning someone behind him. They were dressed in purple robes instead of black and wore metallic masks. "Did your mum give them to you?"
He heard a loud swooshing sound in the air and as he looked around, his eyes met Voldemorts. His scar was burning even more intensely but he stopped himself from grabbing his head in pain.
The noise had been the Order of the Phoenix joining the fray. Lupin and Tonks landed right next to him.
Harry's chest immediately filled with panic. "No no no, what are you doing here?"
Tonks smirked. "Can't let you do all of the work yourself, Harry."
"Don't worry about us Harry, go do your thing", said Lupin while protecting all three of them from a few stray spells.
Harry nodded and jumped into the air to keep taking out a few more goons.
"Whoa, look out watch out", he narrowly dodged a couple of spells sent his way. His eyes spotted Voldemort again. He landed on a car just behind Voldemort and tossed a rock in the back of his head. "Hey baldy."
Voldemort furiously turned around, casting the killing curse which Harry dodge with ease.
He jumped circles around him, keeping him distracted and occasionally throwing webs and spells his way but they kept getting disintegrated or deflected. But he noticed Voldemort's ever growing frustration, and he started getting sloppy.
"You'd really think", Harry ripped off the door of a taxi, using it as a shield against a killing curse and then threw it in Voldemort's face, "that the big scary Dark Lord would move faster. But man you're slow! My gran's faster than you, and I haven't even met her!"
"I will not stand for this humiliation. Avada Kedavra!"
Harry dodged the spell by just leaning to the right and then leapt in the air towards his enemy, ready to end this.
He blinded Voldemort with webbing as he was casting another killing curse at him. Harry countered by throwing his own spells and doing so, somehow made the three spells collide, lightning shot out and shattered Harry's spellcasting devices and webshooters but at the same time causing a strange explosion knocking everyone over anyone in the vicinity.
A beam of light shot up straight into the sky filled with blue lightning and then reality itself shattered, literally.
Harry couldn't process what was happening; light and darkness warped his surroundings, colors everywhere and reality seemed as it was quite literally tearing apart, like old wounds. It was like being in a dream. He kept losing and regaining consiciousness and seeing bright colors and darkness appearing at the same time. People he had never seen before started to seeping through. That ominous laughter filled his ears, among other noises like the sound of the bridge collapsing.
"You've spun your last web, Spider-Man", whispered a voice and his entire field of vision was filled by what looked like Green Goblin mask, but it looked more sleek and almost resembled a samurai mask with its mouth open in a big laugh and a pair of big yellow eyes.
An armorclad hand grabbed his throat and lifted him up in the air, dangling above ground.
Reality was still collapsing around them but the armored goblin seemed more concerned with killing him.
"Had you not been so selfish, your little girlfriend's death would've been quick and painless, but now that you've really pissed me off, I'm gonna finish her nice and slow. MJ and I, we're gonna have a hell of a time!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" croaked Harry as he was kicking helplessly in midair.
Something red and blue came flying from the left side very fast and hit the Goblin and in the process he dropped Harry. Harry fell on the ground, quickly making his escape as the bridge collapsed even further.
Voldemort and his army had already fled the scene. The Avengers and Order of Phoenix had gathered at the beginning of the bridge, where he made a run for. Jumping and spinning over obstacles, he made it with plenty time to spare.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"Reality did not like spells colliding is what happened", roared Moody. "You think magic is a toy?"
Harry thought he was directing this to him, but he actually looked at Tony.
"I thought it would help the kid if he could use that magic freestyle", said Tony, just as alarmed as everyone else.
"You did what now?" yelled Lupin over the thunderous crash of what remained of the bridge falling into the river.
"I let him control magic with his hands using technology", Tony said as if he was talking to someone not as bright.
"Moron!" murmured Moody. "You and Potter have killed us all!"
Still catching his breath, Harry looked around after his savior. The Avengers and Order kept yelling at each other, but he had no energy or will to argue.
"We need to leave", said Harry. He had a horrible feeling in his gut telling him they were surrounded but he couldn't see anything except flashing bright colors and whatever was left of the bridge.
No one was listening. Seemingly bodiless voices all around them spoke, some screaming, some laughing, some whispering.
"Can the Spider-Man come out to play?"
The hairs on his neck stood straight up. He felt a great amount of danger around, possibly too much for anyone to handle.
"I had it! The power of the sun in the palm of my hands! Where is it?"
"What does that even mean?" Harry yelled, noticing how much more muffled his voice sounded. He was scared, and he hadn't noticed it but the Avengers and the Order had vanished too. Some allies they were.
"End of the line, Spider-Man!"
"The Boy Who Lived! Soon to be the Boy Who Died!"
Harry had no idea who or what he was fighting, but he prepared himself for a hell of a fight, just with his fists and wit, and no webshooters and certainly no magic.
A man stepped out of the shadows. He wore a purple long robe with a hood pulled up over his head and a silver mask covering his entire face.
"Potter", said the man in a calm smooth voice.
"You know me? Oh mate you have no idea how happy I am. Can you help me out of here?"
"I am not your ally", the man threw something on the ground and vanished in a bellowing cloud of green smoke. "In fact I think you have something that belongs to me."
More shapes appeared out around him; a man in a long coat with metallic tentacles keeping him suspended; a literal pile of walking sand; the same-looking Goblin that had attacked him and more that he struggled to process.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The man appeared right in front of him and at the same time a hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him away from there into somewhere else.
Author's end of chapter note: Frankly I am bending the rules so hard and I realize that and I don't know if it's even possible. Tell me, if Tony Stark used his technology would wizards in the wizarding world be able to cast magic wandless? But does it matter? It's a story made by a big Spider-Man/Harry Potter fan and I think bending the rules a bit is part of what makes it so fun.