Hey everyone,
This chapter is going to be intense and fun – and yes, I know that I have basically been saying that about every chapter I've written so far. I can't help it, both Harry Potter and the MCU just bring the excitement out in me and make me want to put that into my writing. That and I still have Mistress' story on my mind and it's motivating me to keep going.
Let's have fun,

Venquine1990
PS. I might as well call this chapter "Dumbledore gets Bashed" but I won't. So Dumbledore fans, consider yourself warned.

Chapter 04
Dumbledore, Meet SHIELD

13th of August 1995
Helicarrier, above London
Harry's POV

"W-w-w-w-w-what's happening?" Mrs. Weasley asks in fright while trying to pull her kids close at the same time, as if trying to protect them at the same time of being afraid herself. And while this sign of motherly love is incredibly touching and the red faces of my friends are just hilarious, I also notice Dr. Banner taking another gulp of the Calming Draught. This instantly takes the hilarity out of the situation for me and I spring into action.
"Manuel, report." I demand one of the people working at the security section of the Helicarrier and at the same time send a short look at Uncle Fury. The man gives me a single nod, the look in his single eye one of prideful acceptance as the man answers: "A breach in the south of the bridge, sir. Someone is trying to pry open one of the hatches leading out. Our defenses are holding, but whoever this is, they are definitely powerful."
"Whoever it is?" Bill asks and because I know that he will be ignored, I state: "Clarify.""Our cameras aren't spotting anyone, sir. The alarm went off, because of the pressure put on the top of the hatch and the fact that the oxygen tanks are active in that section, proving that that part still has other agents on board. They are securing themselves as we speak, just in case this mystery person is able to break through our defenses."

I nod and turn to my friends, my eyes locking with Moody's good eye and without either of us saying anything I know we both think the same name: "Dumbledore." At this I move from the small screen and the woman sitting there to the wall on the left of the bridge and say: "Show the south camera, Manuel. Albert, light up the doorbell near that hatch so that our guest will finally spot it. Braig, turn on the speaker, both ways, please."
And without me having to turn around, I know that the three are following orders, none of them – not even Braig who is nearing his late 40's – even bothered by the fact that I am a teenager. I know this is both thanks to the last four years that I have been training and proving my worth, but also partially because I have been personally trained by Director Fury himself. Yet because I know all three members personally, I know it's more the former over the latter.

Then the screen in front of me turns on and the sky outside is shown alongside a small bit of the roof of the buildings that hide Grimmauld Place. "Hey Dumbledore, be a good leader, show the proper example of being polite and ring the damned bell. I know you want to get your hands on that file, but that's no cause to try and break into a high-security facility. Do yourself a favor, as well as the people who are on the other side of that hatch, and just ring the damned bell."
I just know that Mrs. Weasley wants to rant at me, but it seems that something or someone is stopping her. The sound of the bell is heard and the hatch shows to open, the sight on the screen turning from the camera that is aimed outside to the one that is inside the hatch. I see at least four people in there, all of them already armed and all of them strapped to the wall and floor with leather ropes and wearing oxygen masks along with specialized glasses.

I do hear heeled boots clicking on the metal of the floor, but don't see the old man show himself. And when I see one of the men's ropes suddenly being cut, my temper snaps and I shout: "ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE! Unless you want the MACUSA, SHIELD and the ICW on your ass for attempt of murder, you will reveal yourself this instant. You have to the count of five and if you refuse, I will order these agents to fire.
ONE - TWO – THREE – FOUR – have it your way – FI –" But Dumbledore seems to realize that his belief that I was bluffing was misplaced and just as I shout the last of the countdown the man reveals himself. At the same time one of the other workers, who is being covered by the last two who still have Dumbledore under shot, quickly makes sure that her co-worker has a new rope tying her to the wall and that they're both secure.
"DOOR TO THE RIGHT, WAND DOWN, NOW! Roberts, Simons, escort him. Until he has proven otherwise, Dumbledore is considered a class 2 suspect." I snarl, keeping my tone a little more calm and controlled when I speak to the two agents, who nod and move so that their ropes are mobile and have hooks that allow them to move down the hallway. They both take up one of their stun-rifles and hold it at the ready while one tells Dumbledore: "Alright, move."

And while Dumbledore grimaces at the demanding tone, he puts his wand away and allows himself to be guided to the right of the screen. At this I turn my back to the screen and head for the other side of the room as I say: "Romanoff, Rogers, you're the first line of defense. This is between me and Dumbledore, keep it that way. Stark, Barton, the others are your responsibility. Don't let them be harmed, regardless of who tries it. Banner, Thor – you're Plan B."
And to the astonishment of my friends, especially Hermione who looks more astounded than the others, because she knows who I'm talking to, all six of the Avengers nod in acceptance. Then Fury steps forward and says: "Before our suspect gets here, I want to make one thing perfectly clear to all six of you. If anything ever happens to me, Harry takes over. Keep that in mind." And this makes even more eyes widen, including my own.

But before we can respond the door that my friends and I came from previously opens up and Dumbledore gets guided inside, his guards taking defensive stands at both sides of the door as it closes behind them. Dumbledore only shortly looks back at this, but when he turns around again, that same grandfatherly smile is on his face as he says: "Harry, my dear boy, this really was most unnecessary. You know I only have –."
"We are several hundred feet above the air and you were about to make one if not four people fall out of a flying vehicle, potentially risking them falling into the blades of the turbine that keeps this aircraft afloat. That's a serious offense, Dumbledore, and as an Agent of Shield, requested by Lily and James Potter and accepted by Director Nicholas Joseph Fury, it is my duty to uphold the law. You run your school, Dumbledore, but I govern the safety of humanity.
And I don't take kindly to people trying to kill those that are on ourside.""You don't know that, dear boy. These people –.""No, Dumbledore, you don't know that. But if you had listened to what I just said, you would have known that I do. So, considering that your age seems to be affecting your hearing, I will repeat myself. It was my parents that requested I join this organization. You can find the letter proving this on the table.

Though we both know that's not the file that you're actually after now, is it?" I finish this statement with a smirk on my face and while the man's smile loses some of its sincerity, he calmly says: "I don't know how you got any such copy, dear boy, but I can see that you are neither fit nor ready to handle neither the responsibility nor what it may have told you. You will thank me later for this." And before either of the agents behind him can react, he pulls his wand.
"Obliviate!" The man yells, but I keep calm, my smirk twitching upwards as, as I expected, Captain America proves to be faster than the old man and his spell, his shield coming up in front of us both and deflecting the beam of light. And a second after this Black Widow uses his shoulder to jump in front of the man, aims her fist at Dumbledore and sends a small spark, the size of a needle, at the man. The spark hits and the man trembles and quivers, small bits of lightning showing all over his body.

The man falls and slumps down and Hermione screeches: "Was he about to wipe your memory of something?" I nod and say: "Yes, of the fact that, on the day of my birth, Sirius swore an Oath of Fealty to me. Too bad for him that I don't just have the copy of Sirius' file, I also have my own file, which also has that document in it and the original document. Plus, I already secured both and had SHIELD make several copies and scans of all three.
And finally, all three of them are marked with a small electronic scanner device. If anything happens to any of the two files or the document, the scanner will go off and send a signal to the MACUSA, who have both a Muggle Department and a Press Department stationed next to each other and their Muggle Department is quite more advanced than ours. They even have the means to print scanned documents and other files.
If anything happened, they would be alerted and do so, before sending the document and a small press statement about the impact of said document and what it means for both Dumbledore and Sirius to the Press Department, who would then publish it. The Muggle Department would also, after that, send the document onto the ICW, who would repeat the process. In other words, even if Dumbledore touched these files, his secrecy wouldn't last."

All of my friends are slack jawed and I calmly tell them: "Hey, we've been onto this guy for four years now. And this is SHIELD we're talking about here, people. They don't do things halfway when it means someone's safety is involved.""Wait, if you knew about this, then why –?""Dumbledore was willing to leave Sirius in Azkaban to rot. Exposing him without having the means to detain him made us fear he would do worse. We didn't want to take the risk."
"Plus, there's also the fact that we didn't know Pettigrew was hiding with you lot until Mr. Black revealed this to us, even if he did so unknowingly, and the fact that we may have known, but that didn't mean we didn't do anything with that knowledge.""THE ROBE! And – and the – the food! And the bed and the – the whispers. That was all you guys, wasn't it?" Sirius asks and both Fury and I give the man a happy nod of confirmation.

But Dumbledore's grunt instantly has us on high alert again and the Captain raises his shield while every agent that has a clear aim aims their gun or rifle at the man, including the two agents that guided him onto the bridge. Hawkeye also aims his bow at the man and Iron Man lets the faceplate fall back to cover his face and aims one of the blasters on his hand at the man. Even Thor raises his hammer up above his head, ready to throw it at the man.
Dumbledore himself slowly stands up, his eyes shooting all across the room and the man instantly realizes the situation has become quite hazardous for his health. His eyes linger on my group of friends and while this concerns me at first, I then spot that Sirius, Remus, Bill, Tonks and Moody have also all drawn their wands. "Is that really necessary?" The man asks and Sirius snarls back: "Depends, were the 12 years I spent suffering really necessary?"
Dumbledore frowns at this and I coldly snap: "Especially if you take your little ward situation into account. I guess McGonagall really is more precious to you than the Weasleys. What a shame, really. Wonder if that might be the reason that Percy currently hates your guts. He finally realized the age of his old pet rat and figured out the truth, only to realize how there is a mayor flaw to that whole thing. After all, Hogwarts is supposed to be the safest place on earth."

"Wait, you don't mean –?" Ron whispers horrified and while I really hate myself for this, for the emotional pain I am about to put my friends through, I continue without hesitation and snap: "That because McGonagall loves prowling the corridors in her cat form at night, Dumbledore has lowered the Anti-Animagus ward, thus allowing my father, Sirius and Pettigrew to become Animagus in 1975 and for Pettigrew not to be discovered until 1994."
Several looks of astonishment, pain, disgust and betrayal are now aimed at the old man, who is having a much harder time to keep up his friendly smile. I send a quick look at my friends, but one look at Hermione's face says it all. I sigh and think: "Later. I can't overwhelm them. I need to do this one step at a time. A good leader cares for his men, his agents." And this makes me take a more authoritative stance and I snap:

"Albus Percical Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you are under arrest for the attempt of murder on Special Agent Serena Subtin, the endangerment of several dozens of students by lowering the Anti-Animagus ward and the endangerment of several dozen students by lowering the Dark Magic Alert ward. You have the right to remain silent; anything and everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of the MACUSA and the ICW.
You will remain aboard the Helicarrier and under strict and constant guard until such time that SHIELD, the MACUSA and the ICW have agreed to a date and time of your trial. If you attempt to resist, it will be met with the full brunt force of both SHIELD agents and the Avengers. It is in your best interest to surrender yourself and your wand and await your chance to defend yourself in front of a body of your peers and betters."

By now Dumbledore's friendly smile has entirely disappeared and a look of towering rage is on the man's face, yet his eyes aren't on me, they're constantly switching between everyone that has their weapons aimed at him. And while he's not looking me in the eye, I can tell that the man has already deduced that I'm right and that he's outnumbered and outmatched. Fury walks over to the man, flanked by Thor and Dr. Banner.
And while I know that the man has already had more than half a bottle of Calming Draught, it's also obvious to anyone who knows what to look for that the man is but one wrong move away from letting the Other Guy out to play. And Dumbledore seems to realize this or at least realize that Banner has some hidden power that can be a threat to him as he just keeps looking at the man in curiosity while Fury walks around him and pulls his arms behind him.
He pulls a pair of cuffs from his belt and says: "Newly designed special cuffs, created by Stark Industries in cooperation with SHIELD's research Department and under guidance of the Ancient One herself. Just so we're clear, Dumbledore. These have previously been tested on Gellert Grindelwald and they reduced him to a First year who has never cast a spell in all his life. So I wouldn't try casting any wandless magic, because it won't work."
And while my friends gawk at the fact that some kind of technology has been developed to withstand and even contain a person's magic, I then hear Dr. Banner snarl: "And you can cease your attempts to read my mind, Dumbledore. The glasses I'm wearing are also SHIELD tech and protect my mind from intruders; same as every other agent in this room wearing glasses – or contacts, for that matter." The man grabs the left temple of his glasses as he speaks.

Even Dumbledore's eyes widen at this and a defeated look appears on his face, yet it remains there for only half a second. "Wait." A note of desperation is heard in the man's voice as he tries to both shout this and not at the same time, but I easily spot the hint of confidence that the man tries to hide under the former tone, which just increases my distrust of the man. Still, Fury does falter for just a moment as he wants to turn the man around.
"Is – is there – is there any chance that I could – that I might be allowed to – to provide secret, private information – in return for a chance at sentence reduction?" And instantly everyone else in SHIELD is just as on guard as they were when the man was getting up and I just know that I can guess their thoughts as they're probably the same as mine. "Already asking for reduction before you even know what your sentence is going to be?"
"That depends on the information. It better be good or I might just have Banner be the one to direct you to your cell. So start talking." Fury snaps after a few seconds and Dumbledore sighs, but I can easily spot the smirk that the man tries to hide by lowering his head, trying to make it look like he is truly troubled by the weight of the information he is about to share. "Yeah, not likely." I think to myself, my guard increasing in strength as the man looks right at me.

"When Lily Potter died to save her son and Lord Voldemort's spell rebounded on young Harry –." "Agent Potter." I want to snarl at the man, but I keep quiet, too intrigued by what else the man might have hidden about that night from me – for the third time since I first heard this story at age eleven. "It ripped a small part of Lord Voldemort's soul from his body. And that bit of soul –." The man tries to aim at me, but is already cuffed and so he sighs and whispers:
"– resides in Harry's scar. And unless Harry lets Voldemort kill him, there is just no other way to remove it, not without actually risking his life. If Harry does let Voldemort –." But by now my mind has already recovered from the shock and caught up with the situation as it is as well as rushed through various ideas. And because of this, I snort, only to burst out laughing afterward, shocking and astounding everyone around me.
"Allow me to correct you there, you old piece of crap. Willingly taking Voldemort's Killing Curse is the only magical way to make sure I can survive the destruction of the soul piece inside me. But luckily, there are various Muggle ways to do the same, with a much higher survival chance to booth. One of those just so happens to be surgery and we just so happen to be aboard a Helicarrier that has the best medical experts in the world, not to mention the best technology."

Dumbledore stutters and stumbles over his words, proving he hadn't expected my reaction in the slightest. I roll my eyes and ask: "What? Did you expect for this news to completely break my self-confidence, make me fear myself; make me want to beg you to take me to Voldemort and plan this crazy trap of yours out or something? Sorry Dumbledore, the only thing you got done here is that you shot yourself in the foot – several dozen times over."
The man's eyes convey his confusion and I cross my arms over my chest, leaning back against the table behind me as I say: "Instead of your information proving you deserve a sentence reduction, you just gave us another charge to press against you. You've known about this dark magic to be inside my scar for years and did nothing. That's another case of what I said before endangering several dozen students by lowering the Dark Magic Alert Ward."

And Dumbledore is now so shocked and astounded that he numbly lets himself be turned around and walked out of the room, though he does turn his head to look at me again, his gaze conveying how shocked and confused he is about the fact that I just turned his own plan against him. And while I do rub my scar with a few fingers, the doors close behind the man. But then my mind catches up with the situation again and I shrug as I say:
"You know what, the old man seems to have trouble believing that I can just use surgery to remove the dark magic from my scar, so why don't we just keep him under watch and hold him somewhere close to the medical bay? I mean, I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather not give Lord Voldemort access to this place." And while I hear Hermione whisper: "Is he reminding me of Mr. Stark or is it just me?" And to my amusement, several agents nod at her.

Joke's on you, Dumbledore,
And why am I ending it here? Two reasons; one, Harry is going to undergo surgery next chapter and there are going to be a few things that will happen while he's under anesthetics. Two, this chapter was simply meant to start proving Dumbledore for the cold-hearted, superior and arrogant bastard that he is and to get him captured.
Now I am going to be honest, I only have this story planned out up until the point of the Helicarrier reaching Hogwarts, which is where I plan to have Dumbledore face (read attempt to escape) his trial. This will also probably be witnessed by several members of the Order and the Hogwarts staff – and maybe even Fudge and his lackeys if I feel like it. However, I do know that we're still several chapters and topics away from this.
Have fun,

Venquine1990