Chapter 7: Assassins' Assignment
WARNINGS: Literally the first chapter is like the worst one and so if you've survived that then you're good. Just make sure you're cool with people dying, swearing and slash. Oh also a high proportion of OCs. Pls no flames.
DISCLAIMER: I own approximately 0.004% of the story
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Reminder:
"Italics in speech marks" = singing
Italics = Thought communication or just thoughts (i.e telepathy, Death and Harry...etc)
Previously:
"Dude that is a pretty impressive cyclone." Percy remarked.
Harry looked at him weirdly. "You're the Commander of Cyclones?"
"Am I?" Percy was astonished. "I never bothered to find out my real titles, I have real titles? Because I wanted to stay as far away as possible from those bastards and so...yeah. Never came up.
Harry quirked his lips. "You are the God of Loyalty, Sacrifice, and Bravery, Lord of Heroes, and Commander of the Tides and Cyclones."
"That is awesome, seriously man. Now moving on, you are going to explain exactly what the fuck is going on..."
Harry Potter-
Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, Harry sighed again. He really didn't want to go back to England. Well...actually he lied, he doesn't mind England specifically but the British Wizarding World was not a place he wanted to be.
Coulson had whisked him off straight after the New Mexico mission and so he hadn't had an opportunity for Death to explain to him and Percy 'exactly hat the fuck was going on'. Seriously though, Percy wan't the only one who was confused (granted he probably was the most confused) - Harry quite wanted to know what this 'Lord of Life' was and how the bloody Asgardian aliens knew what it was.
Unfortunately Death was being difficult and refused to speak to Harry until he had Percy alone. Which, seeing as how persistent S.H.I.E.L.D was, was not gonna be any time soon.
Fury had decided that it would be imperative to separate the two of them as quickly as possible (quite frankly Harry thought that Fury had thought the world was going to end when the two of them met) and so as soon as he realised that both Harry and Percy were working in the New Mexico base, he had found some stupid, pointless mission to England that Harry was dreading.
He was going to 'ensure and secure the terms of the treaty between the American muggle world and the British Wizarding World' which was complete BS really, Fury wasn't fooling anyone except himself.
Harry caught himself humming 'Welcome to my life' again and smiled at the reminder of Percy.
The simple fact that other beings lived forever made Harry so happy (and so pissed at Death) and thus the fact that one of them lived and worked in the same faculty as him warmed him even further. Harry had tried to shut everyone out after he moved to America, but when he had become Dr Evans he had donned a cheerful, studious mask and so couldn't help but grow closer to several S.H.I.E.L.D employees like Maria Hill, who was now the assistant director of the whole agency.
However when he slipped into the role of Basilisk, he grew apart from the the emotional ties he had created within S.H.I.E.L.D, he had done it on purpose for he knew the longer he left the bonds to grow and strengthen, the deeper the knife would sink when he had to let them go. It was nice to have company but realistically, he knew that he had only lived couple of decades into his life and he had eternity to go. There would be a time where he would have to watch Maria pass away.
And so the more distant he was to mortals, the better.
But now...the game had changed. There were other immortals. Other Gods. And...he had an equal.
Harry wasn't entirely sure what it meant to 'have an equal' but he couldn't help but be grateful that it was someone who got on well with. Percy was so easy to talk to and easy to be around. The silences and lapses in their conversations were never awkward, instead they had a comfortable atmosphere and unlike the awkward tensions that weighed down the pauses in most of Harry's conversations with others didn't exit when he talked with Percy.
Harry had actually felt inclined to talk to him.
"Evans! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere since I heard you were back at HQ. You're going to explain exactly what you mean by you being Basilisk. Why am I only hearing this now?" Maria strode up to him carrying a folder of ever-present paperwork.
Harry blinked. "Hello Maria. You know the label 'secret agent' contains two words, one of which literally means that I'm not supposed to tell people what the other word entails so..."
Maria wrinkled her nose. "But seriously, I'm S.H.I.E.L.D commander - how did I not know this?"
Harry tilted his head and looked at him consideringly. "Just out of interest, what's your clearance level?"
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Level 9. Why?"
Harry nodded head. "That makes sense, you're not cleared to that level."
Maria blinked several times. "What level?"
"I don't know." Harry shrugged. "Probably at least level 12."
"What? I swear the levels only go up to level 10?" Maria gaped.
Harry shook his head and smiled somewhat hesitantly. "No, they extend to level 15 but the agents with clearance above level 10 are so rarely found in HQ or large bases that most lower agents never really come into contact with them. They normally only do solo missions and rarely get their orders from someone other than Fury thus people just assumed that the levels at level 10."
"What clearance level are you?" Maria asked suspiciously.
"...level 14." Harry said reluctantly, waiting of the blow to fall.
"WHAT? Evans how did I not know this? You are by far my superior - why do you take orders from me? How does Fury want me to command S.H.I.E.L.D if I don't have all the information?"
Harry shrugged once more and checked his watch. "I'm not sure Maria, I don't imagine Fury trusts anyone and I suppose keeping the other people with power to control S.H.I.E.L.D in the dark may help him sleep better at night if a mutiny occurs."
"Wouldn't that worry him?" Maria frowned. "Like if he gets shot then no one else has all the information and so cannot make the right decision because they don't know the whole story?"
Harry shook his head. "Sorry I don't pretend to think I know what Fury thinks but I'm sure you'll be promoted up the levels soon enough. Anyway, I've got a mission to the UK soon so I better head to the hangar."
"Ah no!" Maria shook her head. "You're not getting away from me that easily Evans. You've been transferred onto another mission."
Harry frowned. "By whom? I don't think that was Fury - he wanted me in England."
Maria glanced down at the papers in her hand. "How odd, I don't know but here are the papers you may want to have a chat to Fury about the mission if you think so."
Harry took the papers, there was a covering letter and the rest were sealed in a metal folder that had a small scanner on it. He frowned holding the smooth, thin metal package. "This is new."
Maria hummed."Yeah latest tech, I don't know what it does or how it works you'll probably want to go to the labs to find out." There was a slight pause before she muttered wonderingly. "I wonder if there are higher ups than me that control S.H.I.E.L.D that give out missions but I just never see them?"
"Probably." he nodded absently scanning the folder for a way to open it. "I wonder what's so important about this mission."
Maria huffed somewhat childishly. "I better go incase you figure out a way of opening it and the information is too sensitive for my poor little level 9 eyes."
Harry rolled his eyes.
Percy Jackson-
Percy cricked his neck and rolled his shoulders, delivering a succession of sharp and precise blows to the punch bag in an effort to relieve his frustration. What the Hades was this 'Master of Death'? And who were the Norse God/Alien people? What were they doing on earth? What the fuck did Fury feel the need to separate him from the first person he had truly felt relaxed around in decades?
Dr Evans was...something else.
Although Percy was certain that wasn't his actual name he had no other choice than to refer to him as James in his head.
Percy was sure that James was a lot more than he appeared to be, the vast stores of powerful magic that flowed around him told a different story to his quiet, polite, simple scientist-like appearance.
Percy's knuckles thumped against the coarse material of the punch bag as it swung towards him.
How did such a modest, kind young man master 'Death' itself? James couldn't be much older than what Percy appeared to be, around low-mid twenties.
"So, who is he?" a voice broke his musings and he groaned, burying his face into the punchbag and slumping.
"What? C'mon that was like the first flirty interaction longer than like a minute that you've had one on one with someone since you absconded from the Gods - you can't expect me not to be interested." she laughed.
"Lemme alone." Percy's voice was muffled.
"No, I was beginning to worry about you ever finding a relationship. Honestly you're hopeless. He was very attractive wasn't he, Titans, those eyes - like an emerald-"
"You are actually such a creeper." complained Percy as he swung around to face the excited form of about a 23 year old Hestia, her large brown eyes glowing with amusement and something akin to pride. Those brown eyes lit up with mock-hurt at the accusation.
"Excuse me! I wasn't actually stalking you, I was just going to talk to you last night because the first child of Poseidon since you has been claimed but you were...otherwise occupied."
"Make is sound so vulgar, why don't you? We were just at the bar in New Mexico, I was actually on a mission at the time." Percy sighed, unwrapping the tape from around his knuckles knowing that Hestia would drag this out for as long as possible - this wasn't the first time she had appeared inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Somehow Hestia could cloak herself in a way that meant the cameras or any other recording device did not pick her up - must have been what Loki had done.
A large, warm smile crept onto her face and then she beamed and pulled him into a tight hug. "I'm so happy for you Perseu-Percy."
Percy snorted. "It's not like there's anything more than friendship between us at the moment, I don't know what you're on about-."
"Uh-huh?"
"Uh-huh."
"Uh-huh?"
"Uh-huh! We literally have only talked for like two days - he hasn't even told me his real name and so I don't really know what you're expecting."
Suddenly Hestia frowned, seriousness tinging her tone. "I hate to say this but you do remember what Godly relationships with mortals are like though?"
"Yes. I do." Percy closed his eyes. "But I don't actually think he's mortal."
"What?" Hestia pushed Percy back to arms length and looked him carefully. "What the Tartarus do you mea-there's someone coming this conversation is not over." She promptly melted away as the door opened and in walked Agent Fraser a high agent, possibly level 13, that often gave Percy his missions when Fury was elsewhere.
"New mission for you Jackson." He handed over a thin folder of metal with a covering letter taped on top off it.
"What's this." Percy scanned the metal in confusion "How does it work."
"It's the latest security. This mission is at level 8 and in proportion, there are very few S.H.I.E.L.D agents with that clearance and so the necessary paperwork has to protected doesn't it? Read the covering letter as you come with me, the mission will be launched the base in Alaska. It says on your profile that you are ' capable of providing your own means of very fast transport'. I don't know what that means but I will leave you to get to Alaska within a day." Agent Fraser explained as they walked out of the gym. "To open the folder, scan all of you fingers and thumb on your right hand on the scanner there and it should open."
"Okay." Percy would have to check for loopholes in the new system later, he read through the covering letter -it didn't say much, just that it was for Commander Jackson, including basically what was on his S.H.I.E.L.D ID card (so a load of 'CLASSIFIED's) and the deadline that Agent Fraser had just explained. "D'you know what the mission is?"
Agent Fraser shook his head. "Not yet but I probably will soon, it seems very important."
They walked down the corridor and Percy was about to turn to go to his room when Agent Fraser said. "You should get going to Alaska, I don't know how you're expected to get there so quickly but evidently you can. But before you go, since when were you level 14?"
Percy smiled secretively. "I can't tell you that exactly Agent but it was quite recently."
Agent Fraser shook his head. "Is there a big difference between information clearance between 13 and 14? Like there was barely any difference between 11, 12 and 13."
Percy tilted head "Yeah, there is quite a significant difference."
Percy watched the man watch down the corridor and his mind drifted back to Hestia. She had grown a lot closer to Percy over the past decades, she had been one of those things in his life that remained constant, something that grounded him. He had encouraged her to speak more 'like a mortal' and she had enjoyed trying to pick up slang - she particularly enjoyed urban dictionary.
But she felt a lot more like a sister than like someone he would be romantically involved with. Hades, sometimes she even felt like a parent. Speaking of parents, Sally and Paul were happily married and had had a couple of kids who Percy visited occasionally, but he tried to distance himself as he knew that one day...no he didn't want to think about that actually- nope.
He carried the folder with him to his room where he would shower before reading the mission brief. He was in no hurry - he had been to the base in Alaska before and so could easily vapour travel there in less than 10 seconds.
Harry Potter-
Harry walked towards the stairs, studying the metal folder. It appeared to have a fingerprint scanner, so it must be their new 'secure' thing at the moment. He wondered what the mission was about, it had to be very classified to need such protection.
He felt somewhat relieved that he was no longer heading back to England but he knew that the mission had only been postponed, Harry really was the only agent in S.H.I.E.L.D who could carry out that mission.
He apparated to his room, a small, standard S.H.I.E.L.D bunk that assassins crashed in in-between missions. He sat down on the bed, wandlessly and nonverbally casting a cushioning charm on the bed along with some privacy charms to obscure the invasive S.H.I.L.E.D CCTV almost as an instinct. He scanned the thumb on his right hand onto the fingerprint scanner.
There was a beep and a tiny, electronic screen slotted open above the scanner that was in the bottom right hand corner of the folder. A minuscule message flashed on the screen, it read 'IDENTITY RECOGNISED. PLEASE SCAN OTHER FINGERS."
Harry frowned but did as it asked, scanning his fingers as the message "IDENTITY AFFIRMED. PLEASE SCAN OTHER FINGERS." repeated until had scanned all the fingers on his right hand and then the message changed to "IDENTITY CONFIRMED."
There was a tiny clicking sound and the folder unsealed itself to reveal some files of paper.
The first page was fairly simple it seemed to give a comprehensive list of everyone involved with the mission, normally agents didn't receive something like this but Harry's clearance was so high that he could see everyone involved.
He scanned the document and smirked to see both Basilisk and Kraken listed, he wondered what Kraken had done in this mission. The next sheet explained what had already been done in the mission.
"Jesus." Harry whispered, the mission had been running for well over 50 years, starting around the end of WWII - and it was quite clear why. They were trying to find none other than Captain America. Harry remembered hearing about the noble and inspiring man, in year 6 at primary school, the year before he went to Hogwarts, as they had done a module about WWII and Captain America had fascinated Harry. As a weak and frail boy who wore glasses at the time he had often dreamed of getting the super soldier serum for himself so that he was strong enough to stand up to Dudley and Uncle Vernon.
Captain America had sacrificed himself by crashing the jet carrying an infinite power source that the Red Skull (villain who helped the Nazis) had used to create weapons to massacre people into the ocean. Despite his super soldier serum, nothing had been heard of the man since then but it seemed that S.H.I.E.L.D had been searching for him ever since he crashed.
The search was initiated by...Howard Stark? Tony Stark's father?
They were very good friends Master.
Captain America and Tony Stark's dad? Really?
Indeed Howard Stark helped Dr Erskine create the very super soldier serum that turned Steve Rogers into Captain America Master.
Wow...so is he actually alive?
Hmm well...he's a bit frozen at the moment Master but yes.
Frozen?
Harry scanned the documents again - S.H.I.E.L.D thought they had found a lead in the Arctic! He couldn't help but feel a sort of childish excitement thrum through him. Captain America had been one of Harry's secret childhood idols.
What did Basilisk have to do?
He flipped through to the final page and grinned as he read the brief. He was going to be sent to the Arctic to search for the plane crash because of his 'abilities'! He could easily locate the Captain using a point me spell or locator charm.
Harry's smile froze slightly as his eyes darted back up to the top of the page to see which other agents were involved with the search.
COMMANDING AGENTS
MISSION : ARCTIC 71718
SECRET AGENT BASILISK
SECRET AGENT KRAKEN
Percy Jackson-
Percy enjoyed the water running down his body, he could have willed himself clean of course, forcibly expelled the water off his body through sweat, but Percy didn't want to live like that. In his mind, he would never be a God, never, because the word God brought to mind prophecies and monsters and Grover and...and Annabeth. All things he had been forced to leave behind.
Percy had stated life as a mortal and that was how he was going to live. He didn't want to live his life being lazy and useless and starting wars because of petty differences just because he could. He want to live.
But speaking of that, another child of Poseidon had been claimed as Hestia said. Percy may not have any love for the Gods but this was different, no matter how messed up it was, Percy could help that child. He wanted to be a good brother and this sibling he had had probably lived a terrifying life so far - as had most demigods.
He would have to go back at some point and meet his sibling. Did Camp Half Blood still exist? Percy wondered as he stepped out of the shower, drying himself roughly with the scratchy towel. He pulled on some loose fitting tracksuit bottoms and slung the towel round his neck as he walked back to his small bunk.
Collapsing on the bed, he pulled out the thin, metal folder with his next mission in it. He did as Agent Fraser had said and scanned his fingers and thumb from his right hand until the folder opened with a small clicking sound.
He thumbed through the papers, examining his next mission. Seemed like it was on Captain America - wait he was still alive?
Percy didn't have the best recollection of Captain America because although his life was common knowledge, Percy had really only been at school and in History lessons vaguely at elementary school and on and off at middle school and high school (A/N sorry if I'm fucking up the school system - I'm British okay I have no idea how this thing works) and if you took into account his previous dyslexia and ADHD, you could easily see how little he knew.
From what he did know, Captain America was a national hero and idol from WWII where he helped defeat the Nazis. That was about as much he knew.
"Wow super soldier serum." he muttered, reading the briefing paper. It had cured Steve Rogers' asthma, would it cure other problems like dyslexia and ADHD? If so, why hadn't they adapted it and made it readily available for the public- ah that was why. Apparently no living person knew the formula for the super soldier serum because Dr Erskine had been shot directly after they had trialled it on Steve Rogers. So that meant the Howard Stark didn't know all of the formula/method-wait Howard Stark? Tony Stark's dad?
Weird.
Apparently the super soldier serum also allowed Rogers to be frozen in a way that S.H.I.E.L.D thought preserved him, not killed him. Percy hoped they were right because otherwise the 50 year long mission that he was joining was a huge waste.
So they had a lead in the Arctic and Kraken had to fly up there, great. He sifted through to the last paper in the folder with his mission brief on it and his eyes were immediately drawn to the top of the sheet with the agents listed.
"Holy Hades." he muttered excitedly. It was finally happening. The mission he had dreamed of was finally coming true.
He had a mission with Basilisk.
Harry Potter-
The grin that stretched across Harry's face was something akin to insane. He cricked his neck and rolled his shoulders expectantly, even though he knew that the mission would no start for another 24 hours or so. He had waited about half a decade for this moment to happen. Ever since he had heard about Kraken in the UK about years ago he had wanted to meet him, fight him, fight with him.
Now, after so long, he had a mission with him.
Harry walked leisurely to the S.H.I.E.L.D Weapons R&D department. He of course had his normal weapons like his set of throwing knives with varying degrees of size, permanently strapped around his person; his guns that he kept in holsters on his waist during missions and of course, his assassin katanas strapped in an X on his back for mission, he admitted that he did use magic to keep them concealed most of the time.
Harry had mastered the art of katanas in Japan during his first decade in S.H.I.E.L.D. At that point in time he had been only a mere scientist and so had not intended to use the sword fighting for anything other than as a hobby. However, after being promoted to Secret Agent, he furthered the skill to become deadly instead of simply graceful.
Because of the upgrade in the security system just for the paperwork of the mission, Harry wanted to see what other technological advances S.H.I.E.L.D had made. Not that he would swap any of his current blades for any of the S.H.I.E.L.D blades but the guns he had could be easily replaced if there were better ones.
He obscured his face slight as he always did when in S.H.I.E.L.D in his assassin persona - no one could know that Dr Evans and Basilisk were one and the same and he had worked in the weapons department, briefly but al the same, he knew he would be recognised here in HQ.
At the moment he wore his tight leather body suit with all his weapons sans his knives in plain view and so he was expecting the terrified looks. In like a normal workplace he was sure they would be looks of bemusement or something similar but in S.H.I.E.L.D? You didn't carry a weapon in plain view unless you knew how to use it.
So the instead of making him look like he was cosplaying, his katanas gained him fearful looks.
He got to the door to the first level of weapons. The guard eyed him weirdly, a mix between incredulous and panicked. But his voice remained steady "ID please."
Harry slid the card out of his bicep pocket and flicked it at the sweating guard.
The guard took one look at the card and gulped as his eyes quickly scanned the piece of thin metal. He jerked his head to the door behind him handing back the ID card to Harry with clammy hands.
Harry's small smile of amusement only served to terrify him further. Poor lad he thought, probably a new recruit, only been here a few year - never seen an ID card with a clearance above Level 6.
He walked through the level of swamped with staff and low level agents and shooting ranges, they automatically parted for him, his deadly aura radiating off him in his annoyance at the crowd. He got to the next door manned by another guard.
This one was older and recognised him, opening the door without a word but a nod in his direction. Harry nodded cordially back, this guard was always in the R&D department and Harry had nicknamed him Bob. Not that Bob knew of course, Basilisk was a stoic assassin who never made voluntary contact or interaction with other people.
He walked through the next level and took the lift down to the next level. He walked through to yet another door, this one manned by two guard but with a hand scanner to enter as well as a slot for his ID card. The guard was purely protection. Harry sighed, all these precautions were so boring and time consuming, he wished there was a way to go directly through to the level he wanted.
Master...
Yes
You are aware that you could just take the elevator down to the bottom floor, instead of walking through the level and switching to another elevator?
Harry paused in the middle of the path, pinching the bridge of his nose. Jesus fuck he was blind. After being at S.H.I.E.L.D for over two decades, that had never actually occurred to him because as a scientist, Dr Evans stuck mainly to the top two levels. He sighed heavily and walk back in the direction of the original lift.
He reached the level in which his 'developer' was (after many, many more security precautions). Dr Solander was in charge of this unit, they provided all the weapons for the 'Secret Agents'. She had been a Special Agent herself, the legendary Valkyrie but had decided after a few short years that she didn't enjoy that type of...job and retired here in the depths of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Speaking to her at the moment was a female assassin in a tight leather catsuit to match his own, but without the swords. Her red hair gave her away to be Black Widow, a previously Russian assassin, recently taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D. Harry had not been involved with her 'retrieval' but had been told that it was supposed to be an assassination but the agent sent out made the decision to take her in.
It was a good decision, she was an excellent assassin, mayhap not quite on par with Percy and Harry but purely because she was lacking in magical or godly ability. She was quite well known outside of S.H.I.E.L.D as well.
Harry unbuckled his holster and dropped it on the table with the two guns still in it, causing the scientists to jump. Of course, neither Dr Solander or Black Widow jumped though, as both had heard him enter.
"Shut up, I know, I was expecting you, just wait a minute." called Dr Solander. She had a tendency to have a conversation completely by herself, answering every question before they could be asked.
Black Widow turned to look at him, slightly suspicious at the unidentified man. She had seen him briefly around different S.H.I.E.L.D bases but had never really known who he was or how good he was. She had known that he was an assassin, that much could be identified by his outfits. But he was also a doctor. She remembered that he was the one that had started that legendary food fight, and had been wearing a lab coat when he did so.
Now he was here, she couldn't help noticing how he held himself in a very noticeable way. It was a mix of power and mystery that would have S.H.I.E.L.D employees parting instinctively even without the assassin's gear.
He also looked very young to be so experienced, in fact it looked like he had barely aged since the first time she had seen him.
Assassins were funny things.
Dr Solander picked out the guns that were in the holster than he had left on the table and made a disgusted sound. "Jesus when was the last time you came here Basilisk? We upgraded from these relics at least a year ago - you're living in the past."
Black Widow or Natasha Romanov had to stop herself from choking as she heard that and Harry casually replied, enjoying the emotions flicking across Natasha's face (even though she thought she was hiding them). "Exaggeration."
"Why haven't you upgraded since then you ancient idiot? These aren't like those ridiculous medieval knives and swords you insist on keeping around, these actually get better." The doctor glared at him, walked out the door after hastily apologising to Natasha and muttering about 'stubborn seniles'. Dr Solander had something of a personal grudge against 'medieval weapons' like Harry's katanas (plus anything over a couple of months old).
Sans the scurrying scientists that looked at them suspiciously, the two were alone in the room. Natasha lounged, leaning on the table, subtly scanning the assassin now identified as Basilisk. "So you're the legendary Basilisk are you?"
"Indeed." Harry nodded, smiling dangerously. He wanted to say something along the lines of 'And I know exactly who you are Natasha Romanov', because he did. And that would be entertaining. Unfortunately, it would be unprofessional and unfitting of his mysterious image for him to speak more that a few words at a time.
Dr Solander came back into the room, her lips curving into a smirk as she watched the two assassins size each other up. Although Harry had seen Natasha around the base many times before, even seen the papers about the mission to 'eliminate' her before they were burnt, he had never really had the opportunity to study her closely.
As the two seemed to content to look menacing silently, Dr Solander found it up to her to fill the empty air - despite how unnecessary she knew it was. "Hmm, been a while since I had two big name assassins in here at the same time. You really ought to meet up with Kraken in the room too, the tension would probably be thick enough to stop a bullet."
Harry turned to look at her slightly. "Kraken?"
Her smirk sharpened as she slotted the new guns into Harry's holster and laid out the new facemask for Harry that had been developed months ago but he'd not stopped by to pick it up. "I knew you still harboured that little obsession of yours."
Harry slipped the holster back on raising a eyebrow both questioningly and threateningly at the doctor.
"Deny it all you want but you forget that I was a Secret Agent myself and can see these things as plain as day. Especially as you two seem to be oblivious to it, honestly - these will hopefully keep you going for a while, where's your next mission?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at her, she had just cut herself off that train of thought - what was she going to say? "Us two?" He asked silkily, drilling his eyes into her.
Dr Solander rolled her eyes, unfazed. "You two are literally obsessed with each other. I have not had any interaction with either of you without you asking about the other. It's kinda cute to be honest, like watching a school boy crush develop."
The old Dr Evans would have spluttered at the accusation and blushed a flustered, bright red. However, Harry was more controlled...but not completely - Kraken put him on edge. "Exaggeration." he stated firmly, a light pink dusting on his cheeks. What on earth was she on about? Harry hadn't even ever met Kraken!
Natasha watched the proceedings with interest, smirking as she imagined Clint Barton (Hawkeye)'s reaction to this. Seemed like he wasn't quite so off with his speculations that Basilisk and Kraken being in a relationship.
Harry's nostrils flared as he tried to stop the blush intensifying or spreading with Dr Solander's knowing look.
"Alaska." he muttered, slightly resentfully at her. She internally giggled - talk all you want about Basilisk being mean and terrifying, she thought he was quite adorable. Kraken too, but less so, he was more...captivatingly charming. Basilisk was cute. Attractive? Hugely. But mainly cute. Delectable and cute.
"That was a horrible subject change. Its a wonder you are such an amazing assassin, your social skills are clearly lacking." Dr Solander felt kind of like a big sister. She had given up that Secret Agent name Valkyrie over 20 years ago and had been here when both Basilisk and Kraken had first surfaced - about the same time actually. "What are you doing in Alaska?"
Harry looked at her after taking a deep breath. "Classified."
Her eyebrows raised. "Oh c'mon stop being such a ass, I'm level 12." she whined. He sighed and looked enquiringly at Natasha - he didn't really need to, he knew she was over Level 8 but he wanted to know exactly. The scientists in the the room wouldn't be a problem, he knew for a fact, they were Level 10 or above.
"Level 9." she said calmly.
"So Mr gloom and doom, are we classified enough to hear about your high and mighty mission to Alaska."
Harry sighed. "Captain America."
He then promptly strode out of the room, wanted to apparate to Alaska as soon as possible, ignoring Dr Solander's cries of. "What's that supposed to mean you frustrating, one-word-answering-maching, medieval, self destructive, impossible, mystical wannabe son of a bitch. I can't belie..."
Percy Jackson-
Percy eyed the huge amount of gear in his largest safe house. He wasn't taking this mission with Basilisk lightly, he was going to take his best equipment with his most impressive gear. He was already dressed in the tight S.H.I.E.L.D bodysuit that he wore on most missions. Hmm, it was gaining to be fucking freezing up in the Arctic.
He was kind of immune to the cold, but normal humans weren't and Percy was trying to appear normal.
Or was he? He was a mutant know wasn't he?
Shrugging, he slipped on his, thick, black, bulletproof coat that had been given to him for one of his many missions to Russia. It was snug and extremely insulating, keeping out the wind as he had walk across the -10 degree (celsius [y'all using fahrenheit are crazy*cough*America*cough*]) weather.
He knew that he would be given specialised equipment would be given out to the team at the Alaskan Base but he needed to bring his own weapons...just in case.
He was meeting Basilisk after all.
He gave a vicious smile as he slipped on his face mask that he had taken up a couple of years into taking up the assassin name Kraken. It had been recommended by Dr Solander when he had expressed his concerns of keeping his identity hidden during missions without the impracticality of hooded cloaks. Honestly, they were so inconvenient and bulky and the hood could so easily be pulled down or ripped off.
For some reason she had smiled with a sharp edge when she had given him the mask. It fitted on top of his face perfectly, stopping at his hairline made out of some extremely advance substance that acted like a one way mirror. He could see out, but people looking in would only see a reflection of themselves.
This particular mask was relatively new of course, this substance had only been developed recently. His original mask had only gone as high as his cheekbones, leaving his eyes free to see clearly. He could obscure it through the Mist of course, but he preferred to go traditional wherever possible.
Checking his body for his throwing knives and his holster for his guns, Percy made sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Check, check, check- wait. Damn he forgot it again. Percy strode back to his Commander jacket that he had left strewn across the bedroom and retrieved his self modified Starkphone.
Of course the Starkphone had its advantages but Percy found the transparency disconcerting, thus he had modified it himself so that it was to his liking and most importantly, was a much better device to - for lack of a better word - hack into things on. Just a few taps on it could be his key into almost anywhere.
He smiled and slipped it into his bicep pocket, clipping it in so that it couldn't fall out should he forget to zip up the pocket.
After checking that he had completely locked up that safe house, Percy vapour travelled to the Alaskan Base.
Percy rolled his shoulders as he made his way the meeting room specified on the briefing paper. He found himself chewing his lip nervously as he stood in front of the meeting room door. No. That wasn't right, Percy didn't get nervous anymore. He was...anticipating his meeting with Basilisk, that's what it was. Definitely. He was certainly not sc-
"Are you going in at all?" A deep voice broke into Percy's internal monologue. He knew that voice, it was Deputy Director Bennett. Ah that made sense, he must have organised the meeting and the mission. Bennett wasn't like Maria Hill who mainly stayed around HQ, he travelled all around the world, checking on the international bases and so wasn't as well known to newer agents.
Percy looked over to him, glaring futilely through the mask.
Bennett blinked and stared hard at him and Percy was rather confused. "This is quite disconcerting."
Percy tilted his head inquiringly.
"I can only just identify you. I've been away for such a long time that it took me embarrassingly long to figure out whether you were Basilisk or Kraken." he rumbled tiredly, knowing that the assassin wouldn't reply.
Percy raised his eyebrows in surprise. Surely he didn't look that similar to the other assassin? His mind whirred as he thought back to Viper in China in that mission from so long ago when he had first heard of Basilisk. She had said how similar they were.
Bennett pushed open the door, walking in front of Percy after getting tired of waiting for the faceless man to respond.
As soon as Percy stepped into the room, he froze and could feel the tension in the air as he heard the chatting agents fall silent. The door swung shut with a clang, making a few jittery agents jump at the sound.
The silence stretched.
As Basilisk and Kraken saw each other for the first time.
A/N: I was feeling like being a bitch and leaving the chapter here but then I thought nah...
Harry Potter-
Harry was certain that he was going to kill Dr Solander the next time he saw her. Standing in front of him was a taller, more athletic, extremely muscled version of him with neater hair. He didn't have the dual katanas strapped to his back, nor the thin but insulating black gloves Harry insisted on wearing. He wore a large, black, Russian coat but Harry could see from his legs that he had an almost identical bodysuit to him.
Also...he had exactly the same facemask.
Harry had only picked it up earlier today but it fitted perfectly and was kinda creepy. The man in front of him wore an exact replica of the one on his own face. They could not see each other's facial structure nor emotions.
This could only be Kraken.
They stared at each other for a long time, Harry drinking in as much detail as he could of the man. His hair, upon closer inspection was not actually, neater, but just shorter and there was a little streak of silver/grey that looked surprisingly natural his hair. His body appeared to be relaxed but Harry could tell that he was as tense as Harry was, as anyone would be when meeting their rival. The weapons on his person were extremely well concealed (except the ones that were meant to be visible).
The rest of the agents in the room watched eagerly, no doubt anticipating this moment as much as them. Deputy Director Bennett sighed. "See, I knew this would happen. As you are probably aware of, normally the Commanding Agents of a mission are exactly that and do not require a baby sitter. However I knew that this was the first confrontation between these two and both would be too eager to assert dominance to actually do anything or explain. And their stupid one word sentences aren't very helpful either. So I'm going to do the mission brief..."
Bennett started wittering on about the mission details that Harry had already read in the papers. The agents' eyes gradually began to drift back to Bennett as the to terrifying assassins didn't seem to be doing anything except staring at each other. The one in the huge coat hadn't even moved from in front of the door. Harry noticed in amusement that they were now standing, facing each other at opposite ends of the long conference table.
Then suddenly it hit him.
Harry had been studying the man visually, so absorbed by the task he neglected his other senses that were practically screaming at him. He was assaulted by a huge, powerful godly aura that seemed almost...familiar.
He inhaled sharply as he recognised the aura. The agents looked at him immediately, wondering what they had missed, even Bennett stopped for a second to investigate, watching him closely.
Harry was stunned.
He was certain that this man in front of him, Kraken, his deadly rival was in fact the man- no, God he had met in New Mexico. This was Commander Percy Jackson.
His 'equal'.
His equal who hadn't figured out who he was yet. Harry's lips curved into a mischievous smile as he had seen Percy tense up when he drew in his breath. He was confused. Let's enlighten him.
The agents in the room shuddered as the felt something powerful surge through the room, their eyes widening in awe - albeit confused awe. Harry could see Percy jerk as he wrapped his magic around him, surrounding him as it mingled and swirled with his own powerful energy.
Percy's head snapped up and he muttered lowly but the entire room heard him. "Son of a bitch."
Percy Jackson-
Basilisk was slender, that could be easily seen, even through the formfitting body warmer as it showed of his muscled, lithe figure. The dual katanas and the high, powerful way he held himself gave off the impression of a large man even though he could only have been average height. Percy couldn't see his face, but oh how he wanted to. The face mask was the same as his and he could see himself being reflected in it infinitely as they stared at each other.
He wore a similar, tight black body suit to his own with guns fitted into the holster that sat snugly on his waist but had plain black gloves covering his fingers no doubt made of some special material.
Bennett started to blabber the details about the mission that Percy had already absorbed. As the agents' attention faltered from him and Basilisk, he relaxed slightly. This was immediately followed by him tensing up again as Basilisk drew a loud, sharp breath.
Percy studied him carefully, what had he missed? The other agents were wondering too.
Out of nowhere something dark and powerful swept towards him and suddenly Percy was cocooned by a warm, impressive energy. His own Godly aura felt like it was melting and his eyes grew heavy as he felt like he was drowning in the sensation of this beautiful magical warmth- wait-hold-up-a-sec. Magic? His eyes flew open and he stared the other assassin. He felt amusement pulsing through the mix of energy surrounding him.
"Son of a bitch." he muttered.
It was the freakishly attractive lovechild of Hecate again. Basilisk, the huge, terrifying big name assassin was that polite, gorgeous, little doctor that had untold stores of magical energy and controlled Death?
That...actually made sense.
And it made more sense the longer Percy thought about it.
The magic swirled around him playfully and Percy got the impression it was prodding him. What did not-James want? He relaxed completely and abruptly strolled up towards him, walking the length of the conference table until he stood next to him. The magic intensified and his eyes drooped once more - he was so glad for the face mask - but Percy decided not-James wasn't playing fair.
Suddenly Harry was assaulted by an extraordinarily powerful presence pushing back at his magic. It curled around him, mixing slowly with his own magic creating a powerful energy that made Harry tingle in a strange sort of way. He felt weirdly...completed. Percy's aura was not blindingly pure but it glowed with goodness and was drenched with nobleness and loyalty. It was overwhelming.
Now that they were so close, Percy felt something similar. Harry's magic was so darkly powerful in the way that all magic was but it was saturated in responsibility and righteousness, complimenting his own impulsive rationality in way that he thought no one else would ever understand.
They weren't even looking at each other, just basking in each other's presence as they stood side by side behind their masks. The day before, when they stood next to each other, they had been curious of course, but neither one had tried to mix their auras...it was too...intimate. But Harry had suddenly felt the need to try and dominate Kraken. And this was the result.
"Right, okay, great, marvellous, superb, fantastic. Is anyone going to explain to us what the fuck just happened?" Bennett said half suspiciously, half terrified. He had expected the two to blow up and hiss suitable death threats at each other, not stare at each other intensely for 10 minutes and then somehow be completely okay with each other.
"No." Both Harry and Percy stated firmly at exactly the same time in exactly the same tone of 'shut the fuck up'.
Once the meeting was over, the agents filed out the room somewhat disappointed and definitely unnerved that Basilisk and Kraken had just stood there in silence without moving a muscle for the rest of the mission briefing.
Bennett sighed as he looked at them. "The team will be loading everything necessary onto the jet like I said. They will stay onboard and keep contact you through the comms system in case you need back up or medical help. You're equipment is in the box behind me, make sure you collect all of it. I don't think I need to explain to you how everything works so...I'll leave you to it.
"Try not to kill each other, yeah?" He eyed them sceptically and decided that if the two were to go head to head, he really couldn't do anything against the two most powerful and dangerous assassins that S.H.I.E.L.D had ever handled. "The jet leaves at 5 o'clock sharp so please be there on time and...in one piece."
He walked out the door slowly, knowing that the two assassins were so tightly wound that they would only wait to start their conversation/fight-to-the-death until the door closed, not until he was out of hearing range. He stopped to listen and heard something that he really had not anticipated.
Two outrages cries of confusion and annoyance could be heard and then it fell eerily silent.
"You little bitch!"
"You bloody wanker!"
He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, deciding to leave them to it.
On the other side of the door, Harry had followed their outbursts with a wandless (he never even really used his wand any more) strong silencing and locking charm at the door and promptly removed his mask.
"Is that safe?" Percy asked suspiciously but unbelievably glad to see not-James' hugely attractive face and his expressive emerald eyes.
"Yeah I locked the door." Harry said, his face lighting into a gleeful smile as Percy removed his own mask and he stared at his tanned, charming face that he had somehow missed from yesterday.
Percy near melted as he saw the exuberant smile on his face, he looked so happy to see him. It was strange. It had truly been such a long time since he had had people that actually, genuinely missed him. His heart twisted as he saw that the other's assassin's smile was somewhat stiff - not because it feigned, but because his muscles were unused to the position he had forced them into.
Not-James (fuck this was getting ridiculous, he needed to find out his actual name) was unused to smiling.
"Magic?"
"Yeah, magic." Not-James confirmed.
"Gods this is stupid, please can you tell me your real name so that I can stop calling no-James in my head?" Percy pleaded after an awkward silence.
Harry took a second to comprehend the question and then burst out into a fit of giggles (No he did not! They were chuckles. Manly chuckles). The light, bell like sound, filled with joy and happiness made Percy's heart glow and his body tingle with contentment. He could tell that the magician had not had an easy life and was as used to happiness right now as Percy was. This made him upset because he had a warm, joyful laugh that made the corners of Percy's mouth tilt upwards and fuck him if he ever said that the magician didn't look beautiful with his head thrown back with laughter (yes his manly chuckles had progressed onto laughs by now).
"You actually- you actually call me not-James?" he gasped.
Harry watched as Percy's fond little smile morphed into an honest to Gods pout. "What else was I supposed to call you when the only name you gave me was James even though it quite clearly wasn't your name? 'The mysterious lovechild of Hecate' wasn't quite short or catchy enough."
"You're pouting!" Harry exclaimed as his eyes zeroed in on the lip that was jutting out.
Percy's own trained eyes didn't miss the movement, but he decided against mentioning it. "You were giggling!"
Harry gasped in mock-offence and put a hand to his heart and elected out of all the responses to go with the most childish. He stuck his tongue out at Percy. Percy's own eyes followed that movement carefully.
After a brief pause in which Percy stared at Harry's mouth with a strange kind of heat and Harry's cheeks flushed slightly, Harry coughed awkwardly and said. "Harry. My name's Harry Potter but the only person who know that is Fury so..."
"I won't tell anyone don't worry young grasshopper." Percy nodded sagely but secretly thrilled that Harry trusted him enough to reveal his actual identity.
Harry had transfigured one of the many blades of grass he carried around to transfigure into comfortable couch as sitting down at the meeting table made talking rather awkward. They sprawled on either end of the couch with their legs tangled together as neither dared to move any closer.
"...resulting in an all out food fight in HQ-"
"No way! That was you? Gods it was hilarious."
"You were there?"
"Oh yeah, I was the one that threw the trifle in Fury's face."
"Seriously?"
There was a lapse in their conversation and they smiled at each other somewhat shyly, never really confiding in anyone in the past decades.
Suddenly something that Percy had somehow forgotten appeared back in his mind. "Oi what the Hades is this 'Lord of Life' shit?"
Harry's face lit up at the reminder. "Ah now that were are finally alone, maybe Death will explain it to us." Percy's face scrunched up in confusion as Harry glared into the empty air with an adorable ferocity.
Fine, fine.
And suddenly Death appeared in the room. Percy would forevermore deny to his dying day that he let out a girlish scream at the sight of the tall figure dressed in black, drafty (even thought there was no wind) robes and cloak carrying a huge scythe. Harry couldn't help whipping out his Starkphone to take a picture of his horrified expression as he nearly fell off the couch.
"What the Tartarus is that?" Percy screeched and instead of smiting him or whatever Death did, Death chuckled.
It has been too long since I appeared to an unsuspecting earth dweller. She rasped in amusement.
"'That' is Death Percy." Harry said through a huge smile as his horrified expression only deepened once he heard that.
Percy shook his head, ironing out his face into an expressionless mask once more. That...thing put him on edge. Its aura was so powerful and massive that Percy felt overwhelmed, even though his own was more powerful than the Gods themselves. Also it reeked of...well...death.
Nice to see you finally together Masters, I hear you want some answers.
"Indeed." Percy sniffed, ignoring Harry's suppressed smirk.
I will have to start from the beginning Master. She said to Harry in her raspy voice, she seemed rather apologetic. Percy wondered what the story behind the pain in Harry's eyes was as he said "I understand.", any mirth on his face quickly disappearing.
Percy that he was about to find out. He sat a little straighter on the couch and turned his body so that he face Death fully.
In the beginning, when we came into existence, I was the most uncontrollable entity - Death conquers all. So my sisters decided that I needed a leash. Fate, Life and Magic, for it was only us who existed in the beginning, made it so that I was collared until someone could control my power. So I had to work diligently, with very bound will until someone mastered my power. I was terrified that someone unjust would align my power and so in fear, I split some of it into physical objects so that they could not control me merely by controlling me.
Percy's eye twitched for a second.
I mean in order to control Death, they had to conquer me, and control the three objects too. Those three objects were an elder twig that could channel unbelievable and unstoppable magic, a stone that could bring back the dead and a cloak that could hide you from anything and everything.
Percy noticed that Harry was paying rapt attention and so apparently this was his first time hearing it as well. Percy wondered where this was going.
I, being the young, foolish entity that I was back then boasted to the mortals that whomever found the three objects would surely be the Master of Death.
Percy could tell that this wasn't going to end well.
So, of course, many, many people took it as a challenge. Thankfully, none succeeded and the challenge faded into an ancient myth. One day, three brothers who were favoured by Magic and gifted with her power found the ancient legend. They were gifted necromancers and decided to try. After years of research, they managed to trap some of my awareness and forced me to give them the objects. Fortunately, the boys had not succeeded in conquering all of me for if they had, they would all have become my masters after a gave them the objects. They eventually realised after much debate that they could not conquer me entirely and decided to leave the myth as a myth and split the three objects between them.
Percy subconsciously wrapped his aura comfortingly around Harry as his eyes gained an unfocused quality as they stared at the wall. Death looked once more at Harry, her head bowed in apology.
One day, many millennia after I was leashed, a young boy stumbled across the three Hallows. He was favoured by all of my sisters and Fate, Life and Magic watched as he first gained the Cloak of Invisibility after his father's death as he was a descendent of the third brother. He was then plunged into a huge magical civil war and became a revolutionary at age 15. It was tough for the boy and in a fight that resulted in his mentor's death at age 17, he conquered the Elder Wand without knowing its power. In said mentor's will he was left the Resurrection Stone although he did not realise it. Thus he had inadvertently collected all three of the Deathly Hallows, as the objects became known as.
Percy was very aware that Death was essentially reciting Harry's life to him and he tried valiantly to show his support in his huge aura that flared in protectiveness as Harry's eyes closed. He wondered how similar their lives had been, revolutionaries in war at age 15? Sounded familiar.
I grew to like the boy myself. He was strong despite his falls, loyal despite his betrayals and powerful despite his many blows. He was also extraordinarily selfless. The man he was fighting against had split his soul into many parts and in order to kill him they had to destroy all the physical objects they were tied to. He came to the realisation near the end of the war that his enemy had placed his soul in one last object. Himself. In order to kill his enemy, they had to destroy the container. He had to die.
This was too much for Percy and he pulled Harry closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, cuddling up to him as his aura whined in discomfort at the feeling of waves of agony radiating off Harry as he drowned in his memories.
The boy, defying my expectations, embraced his death instead of fleeing from it. He savoured in the fact that his death would mean salvation for his people and walked towards it gladly with an open face. Death suddenly lowered her hood and a beautiful, hairless, alabaster, agender face looked at the two of them with a smile that could only be described as proud. That was when I realised that he was my Master. He did not fear me nor wish to control me. He was kind, just and fair in a way that few beings in existence. When he died, he didn't because the killing curse that he was hit with only acted on the soul sliver inside him. And so he came back to life. And defeated Death.
She looked sadly at Harry.
That is why you are Master of Death.
Harry had slumped against his side, leaning his head on his shoulder. With the finality in her tone, he seemed to come out of a trance and realise where he was and stiffened slightly but didn't pull away. Percy couldn't stop a small smile creeping onto him lips as Harry stayed.
Death looked at Percy and took a deep breath, restarting her story. My sister's were nothing if not fair in the beginning and so when my power was leashed, theirs were as well. It was different in each respect and its difficult to explain for none of them feared control and so none created specific things like my Hallows. But basically Percy here has tamed the most powerful of my sisters. Life. You have ascended to the title Lord of Life through your many sacrifices, love and humility. But especially through your refusal of immortality through love.
Harry had woken up a bit more and he looked at Percy curiously. "You turned down immortality?"
Percy nodded, his face turning bitter. "Didn't want it nor need it. Still don't."
In response Harry's magic mingled with his aura trying to return the comfort that Percy had tried to smother him in earlier. Suddenly Death smiled as they felt something...connect. Their auras had morphed together and they could feel impressions of each other's emotions. Percy was feeling overwhelmed, extremely happy and...proud? Harry was feeling regretful, lost and content.
"Whoa dude."
"Uh...what just happened."
Death smiled like a proud mother. I'm so glad you have finally linked my masters! You will be forever connected so that you can aid each other through your mental link in times of need or if the apocalypse is happening-
"What?!"
"Holy Tartarus, is the Apocalypse like an actual thing?"
I don't actually know, Fate is being particularly annoying. Something akin to a scowl appeared on Death's face. But that's beside the point, like I said you have a mental link that you can use to communicate with.
Harry, trying to remember the few, obscure occlumency lessons he had had, mentally pulled on the mental connection between them and tried speaking.
Hello? Percy?
OhmyGods this is so weird. You're speaking to me and I can hear your voice but you're lips aren't moving.
I'll take that as a hello.
"Does this work if we're not close together?" Harry questioned Death.
Indeed Master, it will work wherever you are no matter how much energy you have. You can even use the mental link in your sleep.
"...not creepy at all."
"Shush Percy."
Death smiled at the two of them and then suddenly she jumped as if she suddenly remembered something. It's nearing 4 o'clock so you may want to make your way downstair so that you can help prepare your jet. Any last questions?
Percy nodded. "Why didn't Life speak to me? Why did you have to do it?"
Death smiled brightly. She is so powerful, even bound, but nearly all of it is used up monitoring and creating life. Now that you alone control her power, you can give her enough power to give her a body. It has been far too long since I have seen her.
Percy looked slightly wary. "And how long will I control her for?"
Death looked confused as if the question didn't make sense. The Conquerers of Entities will exist and control them as long as the entities that are bound to them exist.
Percy looked heavily into Harry's eyes, who's own held a huge amount of empathy. Demigods died. Even Gods faded. But it looked like they would be alive together for...forever.
A/N: Well that was a lot fluffier than I expected it to be. And waaay longer.
Remember to drop a review on your way out if you need something clarified or just want to comment on the story. I don't mind as long as you don't leave flames.
Next chapter: Percy and Harry chill together and go on a few missions. They are then introduced to The Avengers Initiative and Dr Evans and Commander Jackson are assigned to the Tesseract.
Reviews:
Thanks again for everyone who followed, favourited and reviewed the story! It means a lot to me. Random shoutout to geme1 for being the 300th reviewer (if I counted it correctly). Just a reminder that the poll in the reviews has now closed and now this definitely is now a slash story so I apologise to anyone who reviewed hoping to vote.
UpDownAndAllAround Don't you worry! This fic isn't nearly completed, I need to go through the entirety of the avengers film at least. AnimeBook's Oh yes they will definitely be pulled into the avengers. Guest (idk which one, please name yourself if u want to have a specific reply) Ah hah you get to see them wearing masks in this chapter and I will have to incorporate a scene where they yell at each other in Fury's office. Inion an Mac Tire Sorry, I would involve them but I'm afraid I didn't really get into the KC series and so I only read The Red Pyramid
(This one needs its own paragraph) huntergo123 Oh hello there 'Experienced Reader'. I don't even know if you're going to read this because you made it clear that you didn't like my story. Look I'm sorry if you don't like slash pairings but wtf do you mean 'surprise buttsex' I'm not writing 'surprise buttsex'. I am keeping it T rated. The type of pairing be it slash, femslash, het or something strange isn't they main focus of this story. I'm writing not a romance or smut fic. The Harry/Percy relationship shouldn't be your main focus when reading the stories on this website. If that is the only thing that you can think about whilst reading my story then either my writing abilities are not what I thought they were or you have got a problem with it. Please don't rant at me for this. I genuinely could not decide whether I wanted het or slash because I like both equally - I am not 'one of those horny girls' and I'm seriously offended that you implied I am. I am writing on because I want to write and the reviews gave convincing arguments as to which pairing I should chose. You claim that you are 'not bitter', you quite clearly are or you wouldn't feel the need to post that review and make me feel awful and consider taking down the fic until I realised how outrageous and whiny your review was. I feel like I shouldn't be replying and should ignore your review but I'm sorry, I can't go without ranting back at you.
RosePetal158 Ah, no Romans, Egyptians and Greeks are real Gods Dragonfan47 Don't worry, I don't mind questions. (1) I love Loki and he will most definitely be under Thanos' spell although the avengers won't realise until Percy and Harry work it out (2)I'm not really sure, Imma go with no there aren't any other demigods alive (canon ones) but I may change my mind so pls don't shoot me (3) Oh yes Clint will be a son of Apollo and Tony will be a legacy of Athena and Hephaestus, idk about the others (4) OMG I hardcore ship stevetasha too. I don't really like clintasha or brucenat or buckynat or any other natasha ships. And so of course stevetasha will be the one in this story. (4) Hmm I think Laura will be in this fic jfc I think I put enough effort into typing out your username...thanks for the review btw ksanta Well yes of course they will meat the avengers yuki no, sorry no crossover with KC the Khajiit Ra'Koor *mental note* release the quacken will be said to Percy by Harry at some point - most likely an omake Toolazytologin ah well they find each other out in this chapter Always Too Many Dam Fandoms love you too.
Omake:
Percy and Harry stood facing each other silently as the jet soared over Canada. The rest of the team were on monitors, setting up equipment or nervously chatting quietly as they glanced at their motionless, silent superiors.
I suppose this is really useful, isn't it?
Percy started as Harry's voice rang through his head. What?
This telepathic link.
Yeah. Cause now we can talk without breaking our emotionless-
Motionless- *snigger*
Assassin facades. *rolling eyes*
How did you just send 'rolling eyes' across the link?
I have no idea, how did you send a snigger?
The continued their banter as amusement coloured their link and the other agents on the jet were oblivious to their childish conversation comprised mainly of very bad puns.
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