A little mischief never hurt anybody - Redo

Disclaimer: I own neither the avengers nor Harry Potter

Summary: Harry had won the war but at a terrible price, he is now the only person left in existence, with his friends and family all gone he takes his own life to join them and finally be at peace, however death has other plans for his master.

Chapter three

I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Also, from now on all stories will be at least 1,000 words or more.

People's thoughts

~Deaths thoughts~

~Parseltongue~

(Thor's POV)

After the meeting Thor found his mind wandering to his brother, he couldn't help but worry for him, something about this situation seemed wrong to him.

Heaving a deep sigh he thought back to the picture of the teenage boy, it would make sense for the others to believe that this was his brother, he always had his way of traveling between the realms as well as shape changing-maybe that also meant he could change his age too… but Thor knew his brother… and this boy was not his brother.

The similarities were there yes, but he knew his brother, Loki may have been adopted but they still grew up together. This young boy with messy dark hair and familiar green eyes was not his brother, Thor just had to look into the picture of the boys eyes to know it wasn't his brother, the eyes had the same sadness that could be seen in Loki's however these eyes held a small amount of innocence that shined through the darkness; he knew his brother lost that innocent look many years ago.

He could understand why the others thought this boy to be Loki; there was obvious power there, the video proved that, but this wasn't Loki…

...So where was his brother?

And just who was this boy?

(Harry's POV)

After Harry had been to the cafe, Death had left saying he was needed elsewhere, and that his existence didn't revolve around him.

To be quite honest Harry didn't really know how to act or even react around Death; when ever he thought of Death, he thought of him as a entity, a being of power that controlled the 'beyond', he had pictured him the way he was described in the story Hermione had read, 'The tale of three brothers.'

He pictured death as a cloaked figure, similar to a dementor, but minus the feeling of dread… but instead it seemed like Death belonged in an insane asylum.

Perhaps there's a reason he acts that way, Harry thought idly, he was rather curious about Death, however he thought it best not to dwell on him, or else he'll be back to annoy him, probably tease him for thinking of him.

Passing a shop, Harry studied his reflection in the glass window, noting how his clothes were messed up and a little bit dirty, luckily enough for him, in the cafe Death had given him a black satchel bag, that had the 'essentials', ID, passport, money, credit and debit cards, and a map of the city, keys to his new apartment home.

First things first, I need to find a cashpoint to see how much money Death has given me.

Surprisingly it took Harry nearly an hour to find a cashpoint only to find it was out of order, and when he found the next one he realised he had no idea what the pin was, so making sure no one was looking he decided to his magic; placing his hand over the keys he focused on just unlocking the card, and much to his shock it worked and even more shocking was the amount of 0's that came after the 1, he wasn't even aware there was that many 0's in the world, but he definitely didn't want to question Death on it, afraid with what he might find out.

Now time to get some clothes.

(Third person POV)

After the meeting, Fury asked both Natasha and Clint to stay behind.

Once Tony's loud obnoxious voice couldn't be heard anymore Fury finally decided to tell them his plan. He walked over to the pair, who still remained seated, looking intently over their faces as he said,

"As I have already told you, this person is powerful and could have evil intent in mind, however, and I must stress this... there is a slight chance, that this boy is not Loki."

Fury watched as both their eyes widened slightly, Barton leaned forward clasping his hands together and resting his head against them.

"You said before that there was a chance that this boy wasn't Loki… you don't think its him do you?"

The man let out a sigh as he walked back over to the head of the table. "Admittedly no, I don't. I've been in this business for years, and one of the first things I learnt was to study the enemy and work out their reasoning and intentions by just looking at them, and I have studied Loki, and looking at this boy, I can see a massive difference that the others can not see; in the video when we see him appear out of no where, he was cautious, that much was obvious, and if he was Loki he would be cautious, expecting at any minute for someone to be there and arrest him… however he would not be looking around curiously at his surroundings, but this boy was.

"This tells me that this isn't Loki, he may not even be here to cause any harm, just a curious passer-by wondering what this earth is like, or perhaps just a normal human boy who discovered he wasn't exactly normal, either way we won't truly know unless we meet him or at the moment.. follow him."

Both nodded in understanding, both team members stood up, Natasha placed her hands on her hips asking, "What is it you want us to do."

(Loki's POV)

He had finally managed to escape the place his "father" had exiled him too, he had also managed to convince The Other and Thanos, that what happened on Earth was not his fault and to give him a second chance; his brother he could deal with, but he wasn't expecting him to have joined up with a group of hero's; he admitted that he had underestimated them, but this time he would do better, and much to his relief they agreed, however it was his last chance.

He had hoped that by telling/showing them their flaws and hoping to pick them apart would ruin them, and cause them to fail, especially the monster disguised as a Doctor; the man, Bruce Banner, seemed rather fragile enough, and he could sense that the man held a slight grudge against the Director of shield, for making him feel like a dangerous animal, just a few little words said here and there and Loki was sure he could make Bruce brake.. and then he could build him back up, make the man work for him, give him promises, and if Bruce (or the Hulk) did the job correctly and satisfactory maybe even reward him. He could practically taste the doctors emotional turmoil, heck, he could with all of them, with the man of iron's Daddy issues, the man out of time… well.. being out of time, and the other two for their past traumatic childhood's, he could easily break all of them with a few little words…

The Director of these little hero's and his brother were two different stories altogether, the director (whose name he didn't catch or even care to learn) was a born leader, it will take a lot more than a few choice words to break him, perhaps his team falling apart then fighting against him will be the way to go, and as for his brother… well… he was still indecisive about that.

Of course he had tried breaking the doctor/monster last time, as well as the redhead woman, it had nearly worked too, had the man's morals not kicked in and the woman's lover returned and 'cured', however that was not to be the case, and he ended up being caught and exiled, he was more than grateful that The Other had managed to convince Thanos that the Earthlings weren't as weak as expected, Loki didn't know what he would of done if Thanos wouldn't of forgave him, he didn't even want to think of the torture the creature would of put him through, the very thought caused him to shudder in fear.

But that didn't matter now, he was given a second chance to prove himself, and this time he won't be so arrogant to believe himself better than his enemies, (even if he was) this time he won't underestimate any of them, he had to think through his plans this time, planning out every step of every stage, everything had to be perfect if he were to succeed, and this time he will.

He grinned at himself as he stared at the large monitor on the wall of his hideout, he had a lot of work to do, and he had a feeling he was going to need a little helping hand and he knew just who to ask.

(Loki's POV)

He was going over the files he had on the hero's, going over the strengths and weaknesses, strategizing his plans, he had contacted someone whom he believed could help him a few hours ago, and fortunately enough for him the man had agreed to ally himself with him, and would be joining him this evening to discuss matters over a business drink.

Right not he was currently going over the files of "Clint 'Goliath' 'Ronin' Barton aka Hawkeye", and he couldn't help but smirk; Barton was perhaps going to be the easiest one, having already managed to get into the man's head when he was last here.

They had all believed that the man was 'cured' from the effect of the mind control, however, that isn't the case, the man may be no longer showing symptoms of mind control, heck he wasn't even being controlled right now, but he will be, just not yet, he was going to break him a little first, to make him more.. submissive, more easier to bend his will, but first he planned on using Barton to help break "Natalia Alianovna 'Natasha' Romanova aka Black widow", after all, they do say that Love is the cruelest of all wars, and this is war.

Looking away from the files and up at the monitors, he gave another smirk as he checked the time, straightening up he walked off, he had to get ready for his little meeting.

(Harry's POV)

He didn't buy many clothes just some that will last him a week.

He had even changed out of his old clothes and into the new pair of dark blue loosely fitted jeans he had brought, and a long black vest like top that had a no sleeves and a hood on the back, he also had brought a black hooded jacket that he had tied around his waist just in case the weather turned and a pair of black sneakers with white detail.

According to the man in the store, that was what all the boy's his age was wearing now days, Harry didn't think so, but saying that the only muggle clothing he owned was Dudley's hand-me-downs, plus there was also the off chance that the clothing style people wore here was different from what they wore back in his world, but somehow he doubted that, oh well, he was never one for fashion and appearance, as long as he blended in and didn't draw attention to himself then he was fine.

Now, it was time to find where he could stay , perhaps rent a room for the night as it was getting rather late, (and he didn't fancy going to his new apartment that was located on the other side on New York) and then the next day he could go looking for his new home.

He wondered if the apartment was already furnished, or maybe he could try and magic furniture into the apartment, after all Death had said he could do whatever he wanted, however he didn't believe for a second that there wouldn't be any consequences for his actions, even if he was the master of Death, if anything that made Harry even more concerned, he had no idea just how strong his magic was, or if he really did have unlimited powers now, and if so wouldn't that make the consequences of his actions even bigger?

That would explain why Death told him that there were multiple earths he could go to… was that just in case he did something… wrong?

He was too confused when it came to his magic to want to try anything major, small things he could perhaps get away with, but he didn't want to risk doing anything too big, at least not until he talked to Death about it… something he was not looking forward to doing.

However he had a feeling he may just be needing to use his magic soon, he could sense that something big was around the corner, call it soilder intuition, perhaps he was becoming paranoid like moody.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought of the old paranoid aura, and his shouts of 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE!'.

He shook his head before his mind could go back to his old world, he didn't think he could handle the thought of never seeing his friends again… though he was curious to know if they would be in this world-but would they be the same as before? Would they even get along? Probably not; no, no one from this world will ever replace his friends from the last world, and it was best not to dwell on it.

.

After finding an affordable-yet-comfortable motel room for the night, he decided that the best course of action for tomorrow would be to locate his new home and get settled down and then maybe start looking for a job.

Even though he didn't need the money, he didn't really want to be doing nothing all day, instead opting to be busy seemed like the best way to go, more easier to blend into the background, plus it may help him come to grips with this world, then perhaps after awhile he could go traveling, explore the new world, perhaps he may be able to find other forms of magic.

… And try to ignore the odd person who had been following him since late afternoon.

(Tony's POV)

Tony Stark was a man with a plan; he had eavesdropped on the conversation between the director and the love birds, he didn't know what to think when it came to the boy, it was all good saying "Oh yeah this guy may not be Loki" however they wouldn't truly know for sure till they meet him, so he decided to go and see for himself.

He had managed to track down the boy by going through surveillance footage, he had found him purchasing some clothes by the town district.

(A/N: I have no idea what roads they have in New York)

When he first saw the boy he couldn't help but snicker, he looked like some gangster wannabe, it wasn't a style he thought Loki would go for, however if Loki wanted to remain hidden then he wouldn't go for his usual style.

He noted the boy didn't do much, just seemed to be walking in a daze, till finally he found a motel room to stay for the night. It was rather boring to say the least, surely if this was Loki he would have done something? Then saying that, he could always be biding his time, or this really wasn't Loki like director Fury said.

Really there was only one way to find out.

And today, he was going to find out.

He had alerted Jarvis to the situation and told him to keep an eye on the boy, and to inform him when he was checking out.

Now he was in his car speeding down the highway to the motel, yesterday he had been watching him from his iron man suit, but today he was going to confront him without having to wear the suit.

(Loki's POV)

He walked into the *Azúcar Lounge located in San Francisco, wearing his well tailored designer suit, fitting in perfectly to his surroundings.

Heading over to the bar and sitting on one of the barstools he placed an order for a Black Velvet while he waited, he didn't have to wait long, just as his drink was placed in front of him a handsome looking man sat on the barstool next to him.

Brown eyes peered over at him as the smooth ordered his own drink, taking a sip of his own Loki swiveled in his seat slightly to face the other man.

"Good evening Loki."

"I'm glad you could make it Dr. Doom."

A/N: Ok so now it's basically where I left off with the other story, there were some obvious changes on this one, as in the previous story a reviewer pointed out that Death had said that he had gotten Harry a home already and then a few chapters later I say that Harry is going to go find a home to rent or buy, thanks for pointing that out to me Opinr :)

Anyway please R&R, or pm, which one would you guys prefer I continue with? (Even though I know theres not a lot of differences)

*Azúcar Lounge is a business bar

~Crow