Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the MCU. They are properties of J.K Rowling (for Harry Potter), Stan Lee and Walt Disney. What I do own is the incorporated plot you will be seeing and the non-canon techs I'll be incorporating to spice things up for Harry. The techs are intellectual properties!!! Hint hint, wink wink... Enjoy️️

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Jessica was with Coulson in a SHIELD communication centre inside one of SHIELD's public offices in London. Standing with them was the Prime Minister John Major and the Director General of MI5 Stella Rimington.

They were here because there was nothing else they could do out there to trace Potter or AIM. The security cameras in Potter's house and backstreet had been been hacked and could not provide the footages of three hours before, during, and after Potter's abduction.

"He's not the first scientist that have been kidnapped lately. It has been happening for years now and we had been unable to trace what was happening," Rimington said. She was under a lot of stress not only because of this case but also the pressure of being the first MI5 Director whom's identify was known to the public.

Jessica knew that it was a fake one though. Faked and created by the British government. Standing with them was none other than Sharon Carter, the niece of the great Peggy Carter, one of the founders of SHIELD.

"AIM are keeping things closer to their chest now and..." Phil was saying when he was interupted by one of the communications agents.

"Sir," the agent called. "I have been checking on flights that came into and left London for the last two weeks. And this is what I found on the security cameras of a private hangar. This was just five days ago."

Everyone moved to the computer and the image they saw on it was one they all recognised. "Hammerhead?" the Prime Minister asked. "What is he doing here in the UK?"

"We don't know, sir," the comm agent answered, "but we know that the private jet that brought him belongs to a British business man called Charles Merricks. He owns several small business. Two restaurants in London, a shopping mall in Ireland and a private hospital in Westminster."

"What do you mean by private hospital?" Sharon Carter asked.

He put the image of Charles Merricks on the screen before answering. "That is just what it is, ma'am, the hospital is private just for him and his family."

"I've heard of family doctors, but I've never heard of private hospitals. Even the King don't have that," the prime minister exclaimed.

"Indeed," Agent Coulson agreed. "That is a waste of money. He will just keep having to maintain it and won't ever receive any profit except extremely good health."

"His number of businesses don't look like something he could use to maintain this hospital, sir. And I wander how many years he have been maintaining the hospital," Jessica added calmly.

The comm agent nodded at her. "The hospital has been there and his for five years. This looks suspicious, sirs... and ma'am. He only started his other businesses four years ago but he's had the hospital for five years. The other businesses appear to be cover ups, false sources of income."

"This is suspicious indeed," Carter confirmed. "But it will not help us with our current investigation. If this man has connections to Hammerhead then his connection is to Maggia and not AIM. Maggia is not related to our current investigation."

Jessica wanted to point out that Maggia and AIM had ties to HYDRA so they were pretty much connected to her but she didn't knowing that HYDRA being active again was known to only a select few.

They were still reading the information about Charles Merricks on the computer screen when an alarm went off. Director Carter's phone started ringing and it was immediately followed by the Minister's phone.

Jessica shared a look with Agent Coulson. She had a feeling that this was not good. Alarms were never good news but she just had a feeling that this was worse.

Before Phil could ask what was going on one of the agents jumped up from his seat. "Ser our sensors and satellites just detected a missile launch in Westminster."

"Did you say missiles," Jessica heard Sharon Carter yell into her phone from the corner she went off to receive her call.

Minister Major returned first. "I have just been informed of a missile launch in Westminster that has nothing to do with the government or an order from the king."

"It's not a single missile," Carter informed them as she returned.

"Yes," a technician confirmed, "it's not. The missiles just opened up and launched hundreds more."

"What type of missile is that," the prime minister asked, totally shocked.

"And we can't track them, sirs." It seems the bad news had no ending.

"What do you mean you can't track them," Director Carter hotly demanded.

"They are moving too fast, ma'am, too fast for even us to track. The ones moving towards America will get there in just an hour. This is a new tech, something companies like Stark and Hammer might not be able to make for years."

"Then how come they exist when the best weapon tech companies might not be able to make them for years," Phil questioned loudly.

"Sound like something built by the brightest minds," Jessica blurted out, getting a disturbed feeling.

Sharon looked at her. "AIM!"

"Sirs, ma'am, we just got the location of the launch site. It's a private hospital in Westminster owned by a business man named Charles Merricks. The hospital is currently on fire. The reports we are receiving says that the parent missile was launched minutes before the building blew up," a different technician reported.

"Merricks? We assumed just now he is connected to Maggia but this missile looks like something AIM created. Maggia is not known for having scientists are they?" Carter wondered aloud.

"AIM and Maggia could be working together," Jessica pointed out finally.

"Who cares!!" The Minister roared, "We need to look for a way to stop those missiles before they reach their targets."

"They are so many sir, four hundred and twenty. And..."

Before the agent could go on the ground rocked and London vibrated. It was like an earthquake was happening, an extraordinary earthquake. This was not by any means an ordinary bomb. Some of the agents fell on their asses and Coulson had to hold Minister Major to stop him from falling.

"And what agent?" Coulson demanded.

The agent continued, quietly. "The first just hit. A warehouse in London has been destroyed. There is something else too. From the scans out satellites are taking, we have come to the conclusion that these are sonic weapons." When the Agent saw that some of them didn't understand what he was trying to tell them, he went on. "It uses sound to cause vibrations. Not your normal vibrations form earthquakes, but vibrations with enough force to sink an island."

Voices began rising and the chaos Harry Potter birthed commenced though none of them knew it.

A minute later and two more places in London were hit. And they were felt everywhere though it was milder for them this time. Then it became international. They started getting reports from Ireland, France and Germany. Then they heard the news from the US.

~Break~

Aldrich Killian was in his office when an AIM agent ran in. "Sir, we are getting reports that there is something wrong with the computers of our bases in the UK."

Another agent came into the office. "Sir, we just got a call. Ms Belova's headquarters just went up in flames. All reports say that the facility launched a strange missile before it blew up. Soon after we stopped getting reports."

The first agent looked at the second. "The virus has entered our own system hasn't it?"

The second agent gave him and nod and continued addressing Killian. "The virus has spread to all our systems. The only thing we can do now is receive calls with landlines."

Killian watched the two of them incredulously. "This is clearly an attack, if it's from Belova or someone else we will find out. First I want you to look for a way to send a message to each and every board member that Belova may have been deprogrammed. Then ask them if they all agree with me that this is the time to deploy MODOK. Make sure they know that I'll be doing it today no matter their thoughts on the matter, but I'd prefer if a major vote agrees with my decision."

The agents left and Killian sat thinking. Sitting down and thinking though delayed things for AIM. If he perhaps stood up and took action then half of the organisation might have survived this crisis. But he sat there wondering how AIM, an organisation filled with great minds couldn't stop a computer virus. He also sat there wondered about the missile's target.

Some time later another agent showed up. "Scientist Supreme, sir, we were taking care of the virus when our databanks were overloaded... overloaded with unlimited files pouring in from the internet. We of course at first tried to delete them so that we could continue with the virus problem. We later realised that we should have deleted just their source first. We delayed and the virus did its work. It deleted all our files and data. I'm sorry to say now, sir, that AIM's databanks have been wiped clean and as we speak they are filling up with files from the internet; pornography, blogs, memes, comedy videos and much more. The virus is also still active and its wiping the internet files as they come. It now a web war with both of them, sir."

Aldrich Killian had been greatly angry when the agent began speaking and his mood only worsened as the idiot went on. By the time the fool was done Killian was sure that if he said one more word he'd have pulled out a gun and kill him. "YOU IMBECILE!! DO YOU NEED ME TO COME HOLD YOUR HANDS AND TEACH YOU HOW TO DO YOUR JOBS. OUT OF ALL THE GREAT MINDS HERE NONE OF YOU CAN STOP A COMPUTER VIRUS OR SOLVE AN INSUFFICIENT STORAGE PROBLEM. GET OUT OF THIS PLACE BEFORE I BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!!"

The idiot scrambled out of the office and Killian still nearly brought out his gun to shoot the fool's ass.

He took deep breathes then he marched out of his office. He was heading for his lab where they were keeping MODOK when he heard the alarms.

"A missile has just been sighted. It's heading down here so I'd like to ask you all to go down to the bunker and stay there. We have lost control of our computers so we will not be able to stop this missile and because our computers have been hacked and are now battlegrounds for a web-war all our securities are down. Please head down to the bunker and await further instructions." These instructions boomed around from the speakers that hung up above on the walls of the base.

Securities were indeed down, this Killian found out when he took the elevator up to his lab. He rushed out of the elevator when it stopped and it doors slid open. His lab door's retina and thumb print scanners were not working. Even his key card was not working and the door lacked a knob for security reasons.

He had wanted to quickly activate MODOK in his lab but apparently he can't get in now and the time was ticking as the missile approached. Giving up the futility of getting the lab door to open, he turned around and hurried away. Maybe he might make it to the bunker before the missile hits.

He knew though that he would not be able to make it in time still he tried. He headed for another elevator Pat the east end of the corridor. This elevator was a private one thankfully and it was waiting there for him.

He got in and pressed the last number on the button for the basement floor that led to the bunker's entrance. As the doors started closing he saw his lab door slide open. Before the elevator doors closed he caught sight of a being with an extra-large head coming out of the lab.

MODOK was online and operational. That wasn't what made him shiver in fear though. From the opened door of the lab he managed to glimpse through the panoramic window of lab and see the missile heading for the powerplant. He and MODOK managed to share a look for just some seconds before the elevator doors closed.

Aldrich squatted inside and placed his hands around his ears. He screamed till he heard the boom. He heard the boom before he saw the fire. After he saw the fire he experienced the worst pain he had ever felt then he knew no more.

~Break~

A/N

Next Chapter we will be seeing more from the spurning missile.

In the comments it was pointed out by someone that Harry's theory about the psyche of mutants and magicals is reminiscent of racism. Well, Harry himself in this fic is somewhat a racist (mostly because he is a Squib), or I should say a narcissist. He sees himself as better than others and soon something is going to happen to him that will strengthen that believe.

For those of you who believed that this is going to be a strictly Harry/Yelena fic, sorry but nope. Remember the HP/Emma Steed tag in the description. That's quite a clear spoiler. Frankly, relationship won't be easy for Harry cause let's face it he is a narcissistic teenager with no experience with romance so it's not going to be smooth sailing for him. Not that romance is ever that for anyone, but his will be a tad worse. He is clueless and will cause lots of moments in which you will be embarrassed on his behalf.

Another note, which is not quite a a spoiler, is that Harry is going to be rich. He already is as we will be seeing in chapter six, but I'm talking about billionaire wealthy. This wealth is going to increase his ego and self-pride and it's not going to be from a secret Peverell/Slytherin/Hufflepuff/Gryffindor/Ravenclaw/Merlin/Black inheritance. He is going to use the work of his hands, the power of science, to build his own wealth.

The tags suggests that our beloved mutt will be playing a bi role in this fic, so yes expect him in the next few chapters.

That's all for now. Till the next update when we are going to see the Hellicarrier go through hell.

PSS: in case you were wondering about the mechanics of the sonic missile. It works with kinetic energy generated by not only the velocity of the missile but also its mechanics which is augmenting the speed generated kinetic force. It yield though should not only be credited to the kinetic force. Don't forget that the missiles are also explosive and do not only generate kinetic force but posses an explosive yield of several kilotons. This will be expatiated on in the next chapter and the one after it.