Well that's different (Oneshot)

by TheMadDalek

Clint Barton knows there's no handbook for alien invasions at SHIELD right now, but he's positive there soon will be after this all blows over. But if there had been such a handbook he was pretty damn sure there wouldn't be a section on what to do if a multi-headed Dragon flies out of a portal in the sky and starts breathing actual magical fire on rooftops nearest where it came out

Disclaimer:

I don't own anything to do with the Harry Potter universe or Marvel. I'm just borrowing the verses for a bit fun.

AN:

So, no idea where this came from but here you go. A collection of one-shots that mostly have either a dragon!Harry in it or a Monster/Creature!Harry because I was using these to help with my writer's block and wanted to write another dragon/Creature!Harry without actually making a whole new story to add to my plate, and it just grew with each new idea. Most have MoD!Harry and Universal Traveler!Harry in them and I will mark each story with the relevant tags.

Also going to state that all of these "Oneshots" or "Short Stories" I should actually be calling some of them, are not refined, only barely edited just enough to be coherent, and so they will not be of the same quality as the main stories I'm writing. They will seem rushed in spots, confusing at times and just overall ramble like. I'm sorry, but I did warn that they would be posted pretty much as is with minimal fixing up.

This one is not a truly serious one-shot but I guess it could become a good story if it is ever revisited at any point. Definitely AU for Marvel Avengers plots because hell yes. This one is set during the first Avengers movie right after the Battle of New York. Also has X-Men overtones because they're Marvel too dontchaknow. Has MoD!Harry/Universal Traveler!Harry and HydraDragon!Harry plus some magical fuckery of the mind merge kind with an Avenger.

Warnings for Language, some gore, violence, my poorly educated on Marvel canon self fucking around with some different Marvel verse canons, a kind of death of a major character? Does getting your mind ripped out of your body and into another you can't control a character death? Does it count if all your friends think you're dead even if you're not?

Well That's Different.

Here he stands, alone, in the middle of a ruined street with ash, body parts and general destruction falling from the sky. He clutches his bow painfully tight in tense hands that are shaking with stress - and what he refused to acknowledge as fear - while gaping like an idiot up at the sight of something that could only be described as a Dragon with a capital 'D'. The damn thing came flying out of the portal Stark and the nuke had just disappeared through moments before and started raining literal fucking hellfire down on anything that moved with one of its two spitting mad heads.

Yes, TWO heads. Excellent, so much fun! Note the sarcasm.

He immediately took in the design of the dragon, looking for weaknesses both obvious and not so much but the main thing that stood out while he assessed the monster was the fact that the Dragon was huge, that much was pretty damn easy to see in how it was casting a shadow large enough to blanket the city from its place up in the sky.

Black and gold scaled all over with a dark purple almost black fin running from the top of the heads all the way down to the very long and spiky tail, getting smaller as it goes to the tip. That fin might be a good weak spot if it was soft tissue. It had two wings with membranes that connect at the hips instead of ending mid ribcage like most dragons in fantasy media and the wings had a half hand design with three fingers which the animal used to crawl around on the buildings with like a bat. Two small front legs with four fingers on large paw like hands, three and a thumb, and two back legs with feet shaped almost like those on an opossum. All digits were tipped with vicious talons.

Murder knives galore!

The heads were very crocodilian but with an obvious under bite lined with jagged teeth and forward facing red eyes. Even from here the eyes could be seen glowing like tiny angry hot coals set in the sunken, snarling faces. Actually, the whole Dragon looked like it was mostly skin and bone rather than being chunky or muscled as what would be expected when someone tells you to picture a dragon in your mind's eye; that might be a weakness if he could exploit the lack of meat on its bones somehow.

Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye knows there's no handbook for alien invasions -that he's aware of at least- at SHIELD right now, but he's positive there soon will be after this whole thing blows over, or a few short hours after the Avengers go through their debriefing as the case would surely be.

But if there had been such a handbook he was pretty damn sure there wouldn't be a section on what to do if a fucking multi-headed Dragon flies out of a portal in the sky and starts breathing actual fucking magical fire on the rooftops nearest where it came out.

Or what to do if a member of your very odd little team of weirdoes decides the Dragon would make a good pet and, because he's a big green rage monster, tries to capture it by pounding one of the big black and gold brute's heads into the side of the building. The one it had finally perched on after the fire fucking VAPORIZED whatever device was holding the portal open - and good God that thing is truly massive! It was at least as tall, if not taller, than the tallest of the skyscrapers!

'No, not panicking, not thinking about it!'

Oh great, even better, let's add to the fray a vengeful God of Thunder who loves slaying beasts, another God of too-many-things-to-list who started the whole damn alien invasion, and a billionaire playboy in a suit of mechanized armor...Who didn't seem to be doing anything but falling spectacularly right now. Okay, fine so strike the armored playboy from the mix.

"Shake well until something fucking magical happens I guess" Clint muttered to himself as he tried to climb up the nearest wreckage of one of the larger alien beasts that crashed after the portal closed, while simultaneously keeping the battle as much in view as possible when said battle is moving from rooftop to rooftop faster than he could run. At least the Dragon is big enough that even if Clint can't see his team, he can see some part of the Dragon at all times. Some crackling over the coms had him pausing for a beat mid boost to a flat surface to see if his movements through the current area was the cause for the interference or not.

"What was that? I didn't hear you. Say again please" The fuzzy voice of Steve Rogers whispered in the archer's ear, though the man wasn't sure if Captain America was actually whispering or if the signal was just that poor in this spot.

"Nothing, Captain, just talking to myself while hoping I don't have to change my pants when we're finally done here. I mean, damn, we already had to fight the alien flying whales, is the King Ghidorah knock off really necessary?" Clint replied, smirking when he heard someone, not Rogers, probably Nat, on the other end choke on a laugh.

"Where are you in reference to the...er...we are not calling it a dragon...No. Okay, fine, it's a dragon, are you happy now? Never mind that. Barton, where are you right now?." Rogers' flustered voice was still whisper like, and now Clint was about ninety-five percent positive the man WAS whispering, as he argued with probably-Nat who obviously did not have a com-link or at least a working one.

Clint hauled himself up onto one of the open floors of a damaged building with a soft grunt of effort, before getting to his feet to make a dash up a half collapsed stairwell. Hopefully this one's roof was close enough to the battle for Clint to get a few good hits in to any vulnerable spots on the Dragon. "I think I'm just under the action unless they've moved, which is pretty possible with how much of the battlefield seems to be eaten up by its strides." he answered while darting up the stairs, skipping as many as he dared without tripping or twisting something terribly.

He burst out onto the roof with a clatter of his bow smacking into the door as his hands bashed it aside, only to jump back in horror when he noticed a very human like shape laying flat on the roof just feet from him. And flat was definitely the word to use in this situation. Whoever they used to be they were nothing more than a dark smear that was oddly dry of any blood or gore but it could just be because they had been roasted and it was only ash left. Clint ignored the howls of rage, whooshes of fire and angry hissing coming from the roof of the building two over where the fight had moved since he had been on street level and approached the flat person carefully, hoping it wasn't anyone he knew.

It was, or at least it was what was left of Tony Stark's Ironman suit, almost all of the red and gold paint was burned off so it was nothing more than a blackened Ironman pancake. Tony Stark himself didn't seem to be IN the suit, thankfully, but that just brings up the question of where he managed to run off to and why he crawled out of his armor in the first place.

'Unless he turned to ash when his suit burned, everything else that fire touches hasn't lasted long no matter what its made of.' his traitorous mind supplied suddenly, making the archer's stomach roll; nobody deserved to die like that and although Stark got on a lot of people's nerves – Clint's included - with apparent ease, he was still a good guy in the end, losing him would be hard for the team.

'Nope, still not thinking about it'

Clint turned around sharply and zeroed in on the sight of the Hulk trying and failing to keep one the Dragon's heads down and unable to flame anything while the other part of his team occupied the other head that appeared to lack the ability to spew fire. So far none of them had been hit by the obviously magical fire, and it had to be magical because fire just did not burn through everything it made contact with or move like the way THIS fire did. It crawled and slithered over everything it could, almost appearing at times to form shapes of great fire serpents or birds, before ebbing off and vanishing with a vengeful hiss as if water had been thrown on it.

"Where's Stark? I found his flattened armor but I don't think he was in it. I hope he wasn't in it" he barked out, reaching back to grasp an arrow only to realize he was out and swore under his breath. The tail of the Dragon was currently acting as a nice bridge to the next building and Clint forced himself to run up the large, spiked appendage and drop to the rooftop without really looking at the beast, lest he freeze up from the fear of going up against something like this without any way to defend from an attack.

"The dragon got him" was all Rogers said, only slightly breathless even after pounding the absolute shit out of the heads of Dragon, dealing a large amount of damage to the nose of the fire-less head with his shield when it tried to lunge out from under the Hulk's flying fists. Dark red, almost black blood gushed out everywhere from the gash left by the edge of the shield, it burned the stone it landed on like fresh lava, forcing the Avengers (and oddly enough, Loki) who were in the path of the blood geyser to jump away or be melted. The Dragon wasted no time in ripping the other head free from the rubble of the roof it had been mashed into while the bleeding head thrashed and screamed, out of the fight for now.

The Hulk and Steve had to be pretty strong to deal so much damage to a beast that size. Clint was sure this kind of fight was unfairly one-sided in favor of the dragon in a 'video game end boss battle' kind of way. But still, Hulk and Steve were holding their own pretty well, almost cheat codes like in fact.

'And now my brain is pulling a Stark, it has to be the stress. It is definitely stress, so is all the swearing.'

Clint was one building over from where his team was and now that he was this close, the archer could see that each of the heads of the monster could probably swallow a couple of trams with no problem and could probably eat one of the alien whales and STILL be hungry; it was a truly massive creature of Godzilla proportions. And yet for all the weight the beast must have due to its bulk, the buildings it was draping itself over in multiple places didn't seem to react to it at all. Unless it swung its tail or brought a huge paw down somewhere, nothing outside of its attacks were affected. Definitely some kind of weird magic shit going on for sure.

And it was pissed the fuck off now. With one angry swipe of a forepaw big enough to give Hulk a bruise for a year, Steve Rogers went flying over the edge of the building he was fighting the Dragon on, and was promptly caught by The Hulk before he could fall very far. But that just meant there was no one to beat the fire breathing head into the roof anymore, the other one was still out of the fight with quite a few cuts and open wounds probably caused by the Hulk.

Clint's eyes widened in terror as the fire breathing head turned those hellish red eyes on him, lifting its crocodilian looking self from the battered rooftop once more and opened that jagged toothed maw to display a second row of many sharp teeth like the kind you find in the mouth of a large breed of constrictor snake. Not more than two seconds later it inhaled deeply, spaces between the dark golden scales lit up, starting at the belly and moving up rapidly. Just as the deep purple mouth started to burn with the orange promise of a hot death, the beast coughed and the light went out. Its head jerked sharply to one side like it was taking a hit from something heavy and invisible.

The red, slit pupiled eyes flickered and faded to near black for a moment before flashing back to red and glowing. The monster roared loudly in pure fury as it tossed its still fighting head about, the sound didn't shatter the glass around it like it should have for a monster that size nor was Clint completely deaf when he knew he should be being this close to the source. After the roar tapered off the wings snapped out with a crack like thunder, throwing most of the city under it into shadow again, and oh boy did it really look like some kind of Japanese horror monster from the movies right now, he had been joking with all the Godzilla and Ghidorah references but damn.

The size, the shape, the roar, even its magical fire all spoke of a creature that was top of whatever food chain it found itself on and Clint was worried what food chain it came from to be this perfect of a fucking predator. And then it coughed again, the bright red light that flashed out of its mouth was quickly blocked by Clint's eyelids as he slammed them shut before the event could burn his optical nerves out of his head. All around him he could hear his team screaming out in pain and Clint felt an electric current run through his body before everything went black.

'You didn't have to kill them!' the enraged voice of his unwanted passenger rattled his brain just as Harry had a moment to catch his breath. Ever since coming to this new universe he has been fighting for his very life, first when some crazy purple bloke decided Harry was the perfect weapon for his little invasion and now against these actual comic-book superheroes when he fell through a handy portal to planet Earth. All the wizard needed was a ten minute break! Just ten minutes! Accidental soul stealing or body and mind melding or whatever happened with this Ironman was not helping the ten minutes of peace and quiet along at all.

''I didn't kill them, they're stunned, sleeping. Like a tranquilizer but magical. They'll be fine in an hour or two'' Harry snapped, pulling his head away from the big napping green beast Ironman called Hulk or Mean Green Bean, or Jolly Green, or whatever other number of idiotic names he comes up with to identify the odd creature that can sometimes be a normal man when he isn't an angry moss colored troll.

All around the black and gold hydra lay the unconscious forms of the supreme team known as The Avengers, some super squad of protectors with actual powers in a few of the members' cases. Captain America, who was much too conspicuous in that flag outfit to be sneaky if he needed to be, had fallen to one side of the Hulk in an uncomfortable heap, draped over his equally obvious shield in a way that suggested he had brought the thing up quickly and tried to block the area effect stunner with it but instead his momentum simply spun him around once the stunner had knocked him out. Had Harry cast the normal directional version he just might have succeeded in either blocking it or tossing it away completely.

That shield was ridiculous and throughout the battle Harry noticed it would deal double or sometimes triple the normal damage something that small should have been able to dish out. Only explanation Harry could imagine at this early of a stage of the investigation was that it was reflecting any ambient magic coming off of the dragon BACK AT HIM in the form of kinetic energy. Hulk seemed to be doing the same thing but his was natural to his form, Harry figured, as whatever he had turned himself into was definitely drinking up any kind of magic around him, thus nullifying Harry's natural resistance to most kinds of physical damage. According to Stark the Hulk should be a tiny man once he was calm or at least no longer angry and yet he was still Hulk, which meant he was fighting the stunner and would be awake and even angrier soon enough.

Shifting his two sets of eyes on the next few targets gave Harry a view of the two Asgardians named Thor and Loki, both tangled in each other's limbs in a most painful looking way. Thor was face down and arse up over the twisted up form of Loki; perhaps he tripped over the Liesmith while trying to run from the stunner? Next up was the prone Black Widow and her collapsed mid jump archer friend, Hawkeye (Seriously, who is naming these people?) leaving only a couple of others that may or may not be part of the team (perhaps civvies or other Supers that joined the fight) that Harry really didn't want to badger Ironman for the names of if only to keep his head clear of unnecessary information.

'I want out and back in my suit! Give me back my body, Smaug, or you're gonna regret coming to Earth when my friends wake up!' Harry sighed at the still ranting Ironman slash Tony fucking Stark slash whichever name the papers were calling him at the date of publication. Harry knew it was only a matter of time before the man would give him one of his odd nicknames and he was right, it was obvious that Stark uses weird pop culture references as a way of getting under someone's skin (but also as a form of affection to friends) by using it as a replacement for their actual name, and it seems that Harry had finally earned his. And the man talked too much, way too much. Harry knew more about this version of Earth and it's big players just in the short amount of time listening to Tony Stark rant than he figured he might be able to learn with a few weeks of reading up the history.

It was useful for sure but damned annoying when he already had a headache brewing and there seemed no end in sight to Stark's rant. Harry didn't need to know who was fucking who or why someone was named Agent Agent but Stark was determined to talk his mental ears off as a form of protest and was doing a VERY good job of it.

''I can't fix anything until I know what happened. You were in the suit when I arrived at the portal, now you're in my head and your body is nowhere to be seen. So, unless YOU know how you got in here, just shut up a minute and let me think!''

Grumbling of the very negative kind was Harry's only answer and all the wizard could think of at this moment was just how messed up the situation was. Normally he is the one going into other people's heads and, in Voldemort's case, going for a ride in a body he can't control. Now there's a perfectly Muggle man who's a part of a secret sort of but not really group of people called SHIELD who created a subgroup of super people called the Avengers, tagging along in his head. And right now there was no solution to the problem jumping out at him.

And now on top of all those worries, he hurt all over from the beating that the Hulk dished out on him earlier. His faces, of course, got the worse of it because the whole team was so focused on keeping Harry from biting or flaming them that they didn't bother hitting anywhere else more than a few times. Those alien arseholes helped with the bruising, but that was mostly because Harry refused to work for their purple lord and master, which apparently hurt his fucking feelings or something seeing as he spent more of his forces attacking Harry than he did sending them against the peoples of Earth like he had planned to.

Harry really needed a major vacation, preferably without Tony Stark yammering away in his head but if he had to take him along he could always find a way to lock Stark up in a part of his brain that was inaccessible; he might not have been able to keep Tom Riddle out of his head but Stark wasn't sharing a soul with him so this should be easy.

At least Harry hoped he wasn't sharing a soul with him.

'There are worse people to share souls and headspace with. Tony Stark is annoying but not so bad as to drive me into mastering the whole of the mind arts.' The hydra noticed the Hulk was starting to stir so he flapped his mighty wings to get himself aloft before another arse-kicking went down. The air on this version of Earth was heavy with magic but it was a wilder, more chaotic kind than Harry was used to and the most gathered bunch of it was quite a long flight from his current location. If Harry could get the wizards or whatever species of magic users lived here to help him toss the Iron Idiot back in his own body, then maybe he could figure out how he wound up here in the first place.

'' Hey! Where are we going? Turn around and go back to my suit! I need to see if I have a body down there or something! Birdbrain said my suit was there so if my body is in it then we can figure something out right?''

Harry huffed out a laugh that sounded to the world around him like a choking cough. 'No, we are going to this Earth's version of my people, they will sort us out or they won't. I'm not staying here to get my faces smashed any more by that green troll, I'm the one suffering your company right now, you can stand to wait a bit while I get my heads on straight.' And surprisingly the other man shut up! Wonders never cease!

'' What do you mean this Earth's version of your people? What people? And what other Earth can there be? Wait, are you like a dimension traveler? Are there just different Earths hanging out somewhere with multi-headed dragon monsters living on one them?''

Or not.

'No! Or, well I'm not sure if there are or not but my Earth didn't have a bunch of multi-headed dragon monsters on it. I'm the only one. Sure there are three headed dogs, three headed snakes that most of the time kill the third head so its just two heads that might die fairly soon depending on which head it was that snuffed it. But most dragons only have one head'

Harry decided that since there was going to be a very long flight in his future that instead of ignoring Stark and gaining a massive headache from his whining, he would just treat him like a First Year Hogwarts student and educate him. Hopefully things will be back to normal before too long and Harry won't have to play host to the man for more than what was needed to research, prepare and execute the removal. Plus, there was no statute of secrecy here because otherwise Loki would have had the whole of the DMLE on him faster than you can say Magic, so why shouldn't he give this Muggle, who seemed rather fascinated with everything now that he was giving it his full attention, a good story or twenty?

Stark was dead. That was the only thing he could hear from the mouths of the whole damn team. From anyone he read the reports from no matter who they were. They all knew one very solid fact, Stark was dead. The suit was beyond ruined and Stark was dead and the monster that knocked the Avengers out cold was missing entirely and no one could find it. It had been months since the attack, months since anyone had seen the huge two headed dragon leaving New York and just vanishing from view like it had an honest to god Star Trek cloaking device. Shield knew nothing, the Army knew nothing, hell everyone knew nothing and Fury was…well furious. Hell he was furious too but dead men aren't supposed to be furious so he had to keep a lid on it. No one knew he was back except Fury and that had been a lucky accident.

Phil was dead, he remembered being dead and then suddenly he was not dead and didn't have any evidence of ever being dead. No holes, no blood, no broken bones…nothing. Just one minute a corpse on a table, the next he was standing in Fury's office in front of a very shocked Fury with no memory of how he went from dying in the man's presence on the Helicarrier to just blinking and suddenly not being dead.

But all that rubbish was months ago. Phil had been back for only a week now, having missed months of news but it seemed to him that he had shut his eyes and opened them to a loss of time with no memory of anything past closing his eyes.

And now there was talk about dragons and the Avengers being both a success and a failure and someone snarking about wizards and alien invasions and…Phil was done. He needed a moment but he couldn't have one and Stark was dead. How could he be dead when he seemed so untouchable? And why was he hung up on that? He barely knew the guy (liar) outside of the mask he wore every day. They weren't very close friends (liar) so why did it matter that he was dead? The last two days he couldn't go more than an hour before Stark popped up in his thoughts again.

And he felt like he was being pulled in too many directions, like his brain was latching on to random information he didn't even know he had stuffed in his head and just running with it. Over analyzing it, picking it apart and if he didn't know something he suddenly did after a few seconds of blank thoughts.

'Nevermind. Focus on the situation at hand.'

Stark was dead, the suit was ruined and now they had no one to fund Shield and supply them with state of the art tech. Ms Pots was left the company should anything happen to Stark but that didn't mean they had a connection there. She couldn't design the tech they needed and wouldn't fund Shield because she knew how much Stark hated it even though it was necessary. Jarvis would keep them out of all the good stuff… Jarvis…

Stark was dead…

Jarvis…

"Yes Agent Coulson?"

Phil jumped and had to take a deep breath when the voice of Stark's trusted AI answered in his earpiece. One he didn't remember being connected to anywhere the AI could get to. And he didn't remember speaking said AI's name aloud either.

"You didn't. I am receiving your brain waves in the form of text messages from your mobile device. It is through this device that I am able to patch into your earpiece." The AI sent a text message to the phone in Phil's pocket as if to prove his point on how easy it was to hack it.

How could he pick up his brain waves through the phone?! As far as Phil knew, Phones couldn't do that yet. And Stark was dead.

Why was he hung up on that again?

"You are not, well, perhaps you are just a tad, but most of it is me. You are receiving my… grief I suppose is the word. I am in shock and grieving his loss. Though I am unsure how you are able to sense this, I am still sorry if this is causing you any issues."

HOW?

"You don't need to shout. And the answer is quite simple, you possess an X-Gene that appears to allow you to link with any and all technology in some way I have not yet identified. It seems the stress of your injury or the extreme emotion, or even your death, triggered the gene so that you manifested. Now I cannot say if the X-Gene is responsible for your miraculous recovery from death or not but I do not think that matters at the moment. You are needed in the briefing room; the Avengers have been notified of your mutant status, that your death was greatly exaggerated, and that you are to be a member of the team."

What? No, he only just learned he was a mutant! How did they know?

"Fury, he knew you had the X-Gene even though it was not active at the time, it was part of the reason you were recruited so early into Shield. And there are enough monitoring devices scattered throughout the compound keeping an eye on various individuals that either have an active X-Gene or one that could become active at any moment. He is aware you are mentally connecting with your phone and at least seven other devices in the immediate area. Perhaps if other options presented themselves in the search for the being that killed Sir, then Fury might have you in a lab to test the true extent of your new powers. As it is, however, we do not have the time."

Phil was frozen in place at that thought. He knew Shield kept an eye on mutants the world over. Hell he figured it would be the same with any that might be working for Shield. But it never occurred to him, really should have but didn't, that they might discover someone in Shield was a mutant, monitor them, experiment on them even, but fail to notify the individual that they even WERE a mutant. Did that change anything right at this very moment? No, it really didn't. Was it Earth shattering to learn he was a mutant? Again the answer was no.

Finding out he was mutant was actually pretty mild compared to everything else going on right now. But it did matter what his mutation WAS. This was insane! He had the ability that he himself would have imagined Stark as having if the man had been a mutant. Phil wasn't stupid but he wasn't super tech savvy either. Weren't mutations supposed to be something that just kind of worked with what you already had?

Like a really good swimmer would find out that they loved the water because their X-Gene (even inactive) was influencing them in small ways and they would later develop fins or gills or something relating to water. So shouldn't Phil's X-Gene be doing the same? What is it he was good at that might have been influenced by the X-Gene?

Or was he misunderstanding exactly what an X-Gene was and how it worked? Maybe he should read that paper on Mutations and the Evolution of Mankind again, it has been a few years after all and he only skimmed over it then.

'So I'm to be an Avenger and Jarvis is going to be my narrator in the Adventures of Phil Coulson's Horrible Superheroing. Excellent, I'm sure this won't go pear shaped or anything.'

"Oh, I am sure it will Agent Coulson, just how pear shaped will be up to you and your new team. Good luck" and yes the cheeky AI did sound very amused just then. Well shit, this is different.

AN:

Okay, first things first so that everyone knows and is on the same page. My Marvel histories are all over the place so get ready for a weird one. The Avengers movies and the stand alone films (Blade included) are the only education I've had when it comes to Marvel outside the X-Men as I wasn't very interested in the other heroes as a kid unless they crossed paths with the X-Men. As for the X-men, I've seen all the X-Men films, most of the cartoons and read a handful of the comics that I could get my hands on way back in the dinosaur age I call my childhood. So its been a wild ride and long one filled with pot holes and plot holes and my Swiss cheese brain is not in the mood to do a crap ton of research on any particular version of Marvel Earth, so you're getting a mash of movie verse, cartoon and comic. I'll cherry pick the bits that work and ignore the bits that don't. That goes for any and all Marvel fics I write at any time.

Marvel Canon is like somebody got a hold of Captain Jack Harkness' Recon pills and started stuffing them down people's throats and then pulling an Agent J and giving them a new Canon right on the spot, I swear. Also, I've not had the pleasure of watching Agents of Shield yet (yeah yeah its old but I've got no way to watch it) so if Agent Agent Coulson seems a bit different from that version of him and the fic doesn't address stuff from that show then, well that's why. I'll get around to it one day but its not happening anytime soon. Dunno if I'll continue with this at anytime but as I said, these are all just ways to keep my brain from burning out while I'm working on my main fics. Any of these could become full stories of their own if my muse strikes hot enough for it at a later date.