a/n: Alright. So for anyone who cares, I have updated the last chapter, and added a line or too. i got a lot of reviews about how the last chapter was Basically a scene for scene copy of the movie. i have my reasons for that. while this is an au story, something have to remain somewhat similar for the ultimate changes to happen in the end. think butterfly effect. little changes create big changes later.

and to the asshat guests who dont have the balls to actually leave their names with ththeir review, you've just belittled a mentally handicapped person. feel good about yourselves? that being said, I'm going to continue this story for those of you who are enjoying it, and because i am having fun writing it.

to those of you who have given me constructive criticism and encouragement, thank you. and i apologize if my rants seem a little preachy.

that being said, as always i own nothing, it all belongs to someone else, well except the ocs and any plotline deviance. enjoy.

Chapter 4. Down came the rain.

Harry stormed into the MedBay, Steve and Tony hot on his heels. Fury looked up from where he was standing besides Coulson's body. Harry smiled behind his mask, as he saw Hermione, wand out, already casting spells on the prone man.

He made his way over, pulling his wand out of his boot. Reaching into a hidden pouch on his belt, he pulled a small object out. A quick flick of his wand, and the object grew into a Doctor's Carryall. He placed it onto a summoned tray, and opened it. Another flick, and jars of strange glowing liquids floated out onto another tray.

"Um. Not to be a pest," Tony asked, as Natasha helped a dazed Clint Barton into the ward. "But what's going on?"

"We're going to save Phil." Harry said, as he grabbed a flask of silvery liquid. He handed it to Hermione, and grabbed a red vial, and poured it down Coulson's throat. Hermione popped the cork from the first vial and tipped a few drops into the nasty looking wound in Coulson's chest. The wound smoked and, as the group watched, the wound began to slowly knit itself back together. Both Harry and Hermione pointed their wands at the wound, a pink beam of light pulsed from each wand.

Tony's eyes were so wide, it almost appeared as though they were going to pop from his head. The mangled heart had begun to repair itself under the light from the sticks the 2 were pointing. What kind of tech did these two have? As far as he knew, there was no technology that could do what these two were doing.

Steve narrowed his eyes, he had seen something like this back during the war. Suddenly the name Potter struck a chord, as he remembered a trio of men he had met while on a mission in France. One of the men had been named William Longbottom, the 2nd Albus Dumbledore. The 3rd and final man had been named Charlus Potter. All three men had saved the Howling Commandos from an ambush that would have wiped them from the map. Steve would have to ask Harry about is origins when the man was done with his task.

Natasha helped Barton to a bed, barely glancing over at what was happening. She had seen magical healing before, during the Battle of Hogwarts, had even been the recipient of said healing. She knew that Coulson was in good hands.

Fury glared at the pair, as they worked. If they saved Coulson, it would deny him a test subject for the T.A.H.I.T.I. Project. He'd have to find another subject.

Harry felt sweat run down his face. The wound had seemed to resist the magic, as if it was caused by a dark curse. He and Hermione had put extra power into the spell, and overcame the resistance. Slowly but surely the heart stitched itself together. Finally, an hour later and the heart was repaired.

Hermione summoned another red potion and spelled it into Coulson's throat. She then poured 3 more drops of the silver liquid into the wound. Again, the wound began to smoke, and the two began their spellwork again. The work went faster this time, as the silver liquid and the spells did their jobs without resistance.

30 minutes later, and the last of the wound disappeared. Not even a scar showed it had been there. Hermione waved her wand one last time, and Coulson gasped. His eyes shot open and he screamed in pain, before falling unconscious. "Is he….?" Steve asked.

"He's fine." Hermione said, casting a diagnostic charm. "He's just unconscious. He will wake in a couple of hours, and will need to rest, but he will be fine."

"So does someone wanna tell me what's going on?" Tony asked, glaring around the room. He was clearly the only one present who was in the dark, and he hated it.

"Harry and Hermione just used magic to save Agent Coulson." Steve said. "Doing in….3 hours, what would have taken weeks for any modern medical technology to do."

"There's no such thing as magic." Tony said, looking skeptical. "Only science we don't understand." Harry smiled at him.

"Keep thinking that, Stark." Barton said from his bed. "Magic is real, and there are whole secret societies that use magic everyday."

"Mr. Potter?" Steve asked. "You wouldn't happen to be related to a Charlus Potter, would you?" Harry nodded.

"He was my grandfather." Harry said. "You knew him, from WW2. I found a picture of the 2 of you and a couple others in his journal, in my family vault." Steve nodded.

"Now I'm really confused." Tony said, scowling. "If there are secret magic societies out there, how have they stayed hidden for so long? And couldn't you two have done something to prevent Reindeer Games from escaping?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"That. That right there is why we've stayed hidden for so long." He snarled. "We've used magic to hide from the mundane, because if we came out of hiding you all would expect us to solve all of the worlds problems with magic. And when we couldn't, you the mundane would hate us and condemn us. Ever heard of the Spanish Inquisition? How about the English Witch Burnings? Maybe the Salem Witch Trials?" Tony held up his hands in surrender.

"Magic isn't the end all be all, Mr. Stark." Hermione said. "Besides, it's human nature to fear what we don't understand. It's why the Witch Hunts were a thing. We have to keep our magic a secret, just to survive. The Magical Worlds version of the U.N. put in place a law, called the Statute of Secrecy. It effectively says that no one not already in the know, with a few exceptions, is to know about magic."

"But there's no way you can hide forever." Tony said. "Not with the technological advancements that are being made."

"We know." Hermione sighed. "The International Confederation of Wizards knows, and plans are being made for the day the Magical World finally makes itself known. But until then we are doing what we can."

"But what about Loki?" Barton asked from his bed.

"Yes we probably could have used magic to keep him secured." Harry said. "Half of SHIELD is cleared to know about magic, while the other half are witches and wizards. However, we weren't sure how much good it would have done, considering Loki isn't exactly human. Plus, magic and technology don't exactly get along. We could have brought the whole Helicarrier down." Tony looked thoughtful.

"That's all well and good." Fury growled, drawing attention to himself. "But we have other problems. Loki has escaped. With the Scepter. We're in a crippled Helicarrier, Hulk and Thor are in the wind. Coulson is down, and I've lost my one good eye."

"This is what Loki wanted." Harry said, staring at Coulson. "He wanted us broken. He hit us where we live. That was his plan all along." He began to pace.

"He played us." Tony said. "He needed to make sure no one could stand against him when he makes his big play."

"Yeah. We caught his act in Stuttgart." Steve said.

"I've dealt with Loki's type before." Harry growled, his mind going back to Voldemort's last play. "That was just the Preview.He's a full on diva. He wants the whole world's attention on him. He wants flowers, parades, accolades, his name in big bright lig…." Tony's eyes went wide as his face paled.

"Son of a bitch." The genius said. "He's using Stark Tower. My ARC Reactor. It has enough power to run Loki's machine. He's in New York."

"Let's suit up." Steve said, the group rushed out of the room. Fury smiled. He hadn't even needed to lie to get them to work together.

_A_

Thor groaned as he rose from the grass he had landed in. Shaking his head he looked around, and saw Mjolnïr sticking out of the ground. Once again, Loki had tricked him and someone else had paid the price. Coulson had been killed at his brother's hand, and he was not sure what fate had befallen the Lady Granger.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and grabbed the Hammer. Thunder rumbled and lightning struck the Hammer's head, as Thor thrust it high above his head. His armor formed itself upon his body. His red cape fluttered in the breeze.

_A_

Bruce gasped as he awoke. A quick shake cleared his head, as a voice drifted down into the crater he lay in. "You fell out of the sky." An old security guard said.

"Did I hurt anybody?" Bruce asked, looking up at the old man.

"There's nobody around here to get hurt. You did scare the hell out of some pigeons"

"Lucky thing."

"Or just good aim. You were awake when you fell.

"You saw that?" Bruce asked, blushing.

"The whole thing, right through the ceiling. Big and green and buck ass nude. Here…" The security tossed a pair of big pants to Bruce. The Physicist nodded his thanks.

"Son, are you an alien?" The guard asked, as Bruce dressed.

"What?"

"From outer space, an alien?"

"No."

"Well then, son, you've got a condition." The security guard said. Bruce chuckled.

"You have no idea, sir."

_A_

"How sure are we of this plan?" Harry asked, as he strode through the hanger, next to Steve. Behind them, Barton, Natasha, and Hermione hurried to keep up. "I mean our 2 big guns are A.W.O.L. Tony's armor is trashed. Barton is still a little loopy from the Alien Imperius Curse, Loki put him under."

"And I'm still kinda new to this whole Superhero fieldwork thing." Hermione said, tugging at the white and gold bodysuit she still wore. "I mean my Sifu didn't exactly give me an instruction manual for this thing." She indicated the Medallion that hung around her neck.

"No plan survives first contact with the enemy." Steve quoted. "We'll just have to do what we can. Stark is counting on us to get there as soon as possible, and we'll just have to trust that Thor and Dr. Banner will be there."

"I applaud your optimism, Captain." Harry said. "I really do. But something tells me, we're going to need a miracle.

a/n2: Yay! Coulson's not dead. and no T.A.H.I.T.I.! i also hope the explanation Harry and Hermione gave to Tony satisfied those who were wondering about the non use of magic on the Helicarrier. SERIOUSLY!?!?!? DO YOU PEOPLE WANT LOKI TO WIN BY DEFAULT? I MEAN THE HELICARRIER IS LITERALLY KEPT IN THE SKY BY THE MOST ADVANCED TECH ON THE PLANET!!!!! AND YOU WANT HARRY AND HERMIONE TO USE MAGIC? SOMETHING THAT IS NOTORIOUS FOR CAUSING MUNDANE TECH TO FAIL?!?!?!?!? ARE YOU NUTS?!?!?!?

ok...ok... I'm ok. sry had to get that out of my system. but seriously i thought it would be a bad idea for Harry and Hermione to kill the lot of them by causing something on the Helicarrier to fail cuz they used magic. kinda makes for a short story, don't you think?

oh yeah and to the guest who made fun of my author's notes and the lack of editing? dude they are authors notes. nobody really reads these things anyway, who cares if they aren't edited properly. as long as the story has been edited it's all gravy.