A/N Thanks to my Beta, Fris Comyns, for all the work she's done to get this and my previous chapters presentable.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.

He gasped for air upon arriving in... Germany, looking at the street name, Königstraβe, King Street, he thought. It'd been a while since he'd been in Germany. He turned on the spot, looking around at the bright shop fronts, taking in the cars flashing past and the people walking around him. It was a minor miracle that no one appeared to have noticed his arrival; his cloak didn't hide the crack of apparition. That was when he heard the screams. Some of the people around him reacted, but most ducked their heads and continued along their way.

The nagging feeling was nearly overpowering, and only grew stronger as he ran through the crowd. He skidded to a halt when he saw what they were running from. A group of people were on their knees, surrounded by figures holding a glowing sceptre. Each of these was a copy of one man, he realised, their features clouded and less defined than the original that was stalking amongst the kneeling people, revelling in his power.

He was dressed in green and black robes, bound with leather armour and a helmet with large horns that curled into the sky, reminiscent of the sacred bulls of Egypt. It was without a doubt one of the weirdest outfits he'd ever seen, and he'd witnessed wizard's attempts at dressing as muggles.

"You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

The man was good, telegraphing his power, his sly charisma reminiscent of Voldermort's when he was gathering men to his side, especially after Harry's 'death'. Like Voldermort, this man radiated power, but not magic. This man's power came not from this worlds magic, nor was it the energy that had been disturbing Harry. No. That effect was coming from the staff in the man's hand. It glowed a mysterious blue that seemed to reverberate through him, creating a sense that Harry couldn't put into words. Though Harry had to wonder why the oppressor was continuing in English, considering the fact that they were in Germany.

And as there had been all those years ago, there was a dissenter. An old man stood slowly, glaring at the man,

"Not to men like you."

Neville's defiance of Voldemort leapt to Harry's mind and respect for this man surged through Harry just as he realised that he'd been standing for too long. He'd paused to allow himself to assess the situation, but now he ran the risk of losing a life, as the elderly man continued to defy his captor.

The crowd was too packed for him to risk apparating, so he began to run. Luckily for him, this man was going to do another Voldemort and try to make an example, and as a result, draw out his attack. Not knowing the type of his new enemies magic, he didn't want to risk throwing spells directly at him, not when surrounded by civilians.

He wasn't going to be there in time. He raised a palm with the intent of throwing a protego in the old man's direction. The sceptre was in line with the elderly gentleman and a blast of blue light erupted from the end, simultaneously sending a spike of awareness through Harry.

"Pro-"

Before he could finish the spell, a figure in blue and red had leapt in front of the gentleman and the blue light ricocheted off the large circular shield he was holding. It bore a pattern reminiscent of the American flag and was angled in such a way that the blast was deflected straight back at the attacker.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing." The man was dressed in a blue body suit that was clearly to make a statement judging by the mutterings that ran around the crowd.

"The soldier-"the attempted oppressor started to say, but Harry took the opportunity the moment his clones vanished to start shifting civilians out of the line of fire. The soldier seemed to know what was going on and Harry wasn't bigheaded enough to believe that he needed to be in the limelight to be useful.

He pulled off his cloak and started pulling people to their feet as an aircraft he didn't recognise descended over them, something that looked suspiciously like a weapon folded from its underbelly. The people around him ran where he directed them as an announcement echoed around the square,

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down."

Loki. Like the Norse god. At least now he had a name for the guy. Loki shot another blast at the ship and members of the crowd ducked and stumbled. They started running again as the two figures began to fight again. Harry had just reached the side of the ederly rebel who seemed unable to move quickly when the American was knocked to the ground. Harry raised his palm to shoot a stunner in Loki's direction but the American surged to his feet and continued on. From then on, Harry couldn't risk shooting without hitting the soldier. He was a good shot, but he didn't want to risk taking out the one who could reliably fight Loki. He still didn't know how their magic's would react when pitted against each other.

The square was now clear but for Harry and the warring two, not including the aircraft, which wasn't technically in the square. Just then, music began to blast through speakers, echoing through the air, some modern muggle rock that Harry didn't recognise. Then he saw a flash of red and it suddenly made sense. The music was so Tony. Oh Dammit! Tony!

"Make a move reindeer games." Harry's friend said to Loki who raised his hands and allowed his outfit to flicker away to the somewhat normal clothes he had underneath. It wasn't a form of magic Harry recognised.

Loki had dropped the sceptre and Harry found his eyes drawn to it. That was the cause of the accident that had hurt Hermione and was making Death and by extension, Harry, uneasy. He'd barely taken a step towards it when,

"Harry?"

He looked away from the blue glow up into Tony's face. He'd pulled the mask back, giving Harry a full view of his frown.

"Ah, Tony!"

Harry knew that the nonchalant tone was pointless, considering, but it slipped out. He needed to find out what he could about what was going on, but not say anything about the whole wizarding thing. Like that was going to be possible.

"What are you doing here?" Tony's eyes were narrowed as they scanned Harry who in turn became acutely aware that he was wearing day old clothes and feeling fairly ruffled from the constant apparitions over the past 24 hours.

"You know him?" asked the soldier, coming over after depositing a restrained Loki at the landed aircraft with a woman who was now guiding him inside it.

Tony didn't answer but raised an eyebrow, indicating that he was waiting for an answer. Harry toyed with saying something about being there for the Gala that was being advertised on the building behind them but knew that that wouldn't hold any water. And Tony's tone gave weight to the implied seriousness of the situation and his worry. So, something closer to the truth.

"My friend is in hospital because of him." He pointed in Loki's direction. "I want to know what's going on."

"And you just managed to catch up to him in Stuttgart?" asked Tony, incredulously.

Harry shrugged, "Well that's my job, isn't it? "

Tony was revving up to snipe back when the soldier spoke again.

"Tony?"

"Evan's a PI. He's a friend." Tony muttered. Last name terms, that wasn't a positive sign.

"In Germany?" the soldier's incredulous reaction seemed to annoy Tony,

"Yes, yes, we've done that. Keep up." He stated, fluttering his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"You two, we've got to head back." Called the woman from the aircraft.

"Look, can I come with?" Harry asked, stepping forwards. He needed to keep up with the sceptre, find out what it was and most likely destroy it.

"No." Tony said, in unison with the soldier, much to the latter's apparent surprise.

"It's not safe." Tony growled looking down on Harry, the extra few inches the suit gave him emphasizing the height difference between the two of them. Even the soldier was two heads taller than him.

"You're a civilian." The soldier added, "I'm sorry for your friend."

"We," Tony pointed between himself and Harry, "Need to have a talk. Later. Not least about how you managed to fly to Germany at a moment's notice."

With that Tony stomped towards the craft, followed by the soldier who threw a look back at Harry. Harry watched after them as they paused on the ramp to talk to the red head whose eyes were narrowed at Harry. Harry met her gaze, sliding his hands into his pockets as he debated his next course of action. He could track the sceptre again, but with it not in use, he didn't know if he would be able to trace it as easily. He could fly behind the craft, but he didn't know how far they were going and that could be uncomfortable, especially as there was a storm in the air. Then again, the inside the craft itself was cramped. There was no way he could hide in there in his invisibility cloak and not be noticed. All it would take would be one of them stretching and he would be at risk of being jostled. So flying it was.

Harry stood watching the craft as Tony and his companion walked up the ramp, turning to look back at Harry. Harry met his gaze and held it as the ramp closed, knowing that he had to wait before moving. He stood in the centre of the plaza, watching the craft as it took off, the rotors creating winds that tore at his clothes.

As the wind died down, he walked away, taking note of the direction that it was flying in before ducking around a corner. He pulled on the cloak and rooted out his firebolt, shooting up into the sky a moment later. The cloak rippled around him, but while the invisibility wasn't perfect, it provided the basic cover he needed. It was less likely that someone would spot bits of a person on a broomstick than they would a whole person on a broomstick.

He caught up to the craft, letting it cruise a hundred metres ahead as he settled in for what would likely be a very boring, cold and by the look of those storm clouds, wet ride. Sure enough, from the moment they hit the clouds, he was soaked, a quickly spelled Impervious keeping his glasses clear. He stayed high; he figured that the all encompassing dampness was better than being pelted by rain, but soon lightning began to flash through the sky, giving him second thoughts.

He swooped lower, breaking through the cloud cover in time to see a large object hurtling from the craft. His seekers eyes managed to pick out what looked like two figures, one was definitely Loki, sans staff. A moment later, in a flash of red, Tony, followed, his jetting flares standing out in the dark as he shot after Loki. Harry hesitated. The staff was still on board the craft, he could just keep on course to finish what he was there to do. On the other hand, he may be able to help Tony, who knows what may have flown off with Loki.

He forced the nose of his broom around and shot after his friend, following the lights from his suit. He came down past a rocky crag, spotting Loki standing, looking out over the edge into the surrounding forest. Tony was nowhere to be seen. The uneasy feeling that Harry had had last time he'd been in close vicinity to the man was gone; it appeared to be tied to the sceptre.

"Stupefy." He muttered as he flew past, slowing only to make sure that he collapsed; there was no point leaving him with an opportunity to escape. He could wake him before Tony came back that way. He flew over the forest and spotted Tony standing in a clearing, his visor raised. A few metres away stood another man, tall, broad and dressed strangely for muggles. Power radiated from him, similar to that of Loki's but with subtle differences.

Harry landed as Tony slid his visor down, causing his next words to come out robotically,

"Stay out of the way. Tourist."

Of course Tony would try to anger the guy further. The power built around Tony's opponent as he raised a large hammer that Harry hadn't noticed before and threw it at Tony.

"Repulso!" Harry whispered quickly, pointing his palm at the hammer, sending it over Tony's shoulder into a large tree. The wood splintered upon impact with a resounding crash; it was a miracle that the tree remained standing. Goodness knows what would have happened if it had hit Tony, even if he was wearing his 'all powerful' armour.

The other man threw his gaze around wildly, settling unnervingly close to where Harry stood. Tony on the other hand was staring at his opponent in disbelief.

"Really! And I thought Pepper was a crap shot." He raised his hand, a whine filling the air, "Let me show you how it's done."

The beam shot from Tony's palm, burning across the clearing and hitting the other man who was still distractedly looking in Harry's direction. Tony flew at him, kicking and punching. The man took the hits, raising his arms to block them before he found an opening and hit back. Tony was sent backwards, allowing the man the opportunity to summon the hammer. It flew back across the clearing, only narrowly missing Tony. Harry raised his hand again, but the man acted first. He pointed the hammer to the heavens, acting as a lightning rod as lightning came from the skies, striking the hammer before shooting off on a tangent at Tony.

It struck him, blue sparks rippling across his armour. Harry swore, and made to attack but Tony didn't seem to be detrimentally effected. In fact the lights in his chest and eyes appeared to be shining brighter than before.

"How 'bout that." Said Tony, his voice leaking that smug grin he often wore, before flying once more at the other man; quite possibly Thor, taking into account Loki, and their similarities, the fact that he had a hammer and used lightning and what details he could remember from past lectures from Hermione regarding Norse Mythology. It seemed the best fit.

Harry, who hadn't dismounted his broom, flew after them, deciding to watch from a distance as they tumbled across a cliff. He didn't want to risk hitting Tony, besides he was holding his own. The hammer didn't actually seem to be doing much damage to Tony; he'd taken several hits by this point and seemed relatively unharmed. The same could not be said for their surroundings.

Harry hovered over the carnage, watching the pair have at it, knocking each other around a newly man made clearing. Movement out of the corner of his eye attracted his attention and he saw the soldier from before parachuting into the woods.

He vanished under the tree cover and Harry scanned the area for movement. A moment later there was a blur of colour as the soldiers shield shot across the clearing, hitting Thor and ricocheting into Tony before flying back to the soldier.

"That's enough you two!"

The soldiers' voice brooked no argument as he jumped into the clearing, echoing up to Harry. His next words were inaudible but directed at Thor. They conversed, but whatever was said obviously didn't impress the Norseman as he struck Tony swiftly with his hammer, sending him flying. Harry swooped closer as Thor leapt at the soldier, his hammer poised to strike. The soldier ducked behind his shield as Harry prepared to intervene.

The hammer struck the shield, Harry was too slow, and an explosion of force washed over him, sending him tumbling backwards and away, higher into the air. It took all of his attention to keep his grip on the shaft of his broom.

He regained control, several hundred meters higher than before, shaking his head to clear it. He began to dive before seeing Tony take to the air, followed shortly by Thor. It appeared that they'd made up and were headed back to Loki. Harry diverted his dive and went to Loki, still unconscious where Harry had left him. One quick Enervate later and Harry retreated as he watched the soldier pull a bemused Loki to his feet in order to take him back into custody. Loki's eyes scanned his surroundings before turning in Harry's direction. Harry's insides twisted, could he see through the cloak? No. His eyes weren't looking at him as much as through him. He knew someone was there. And so did Thor, if his glances in Harry's general area were anything to go by. He was able to sense their power, it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine them able to sense his.

He trailed after them, resigning himself to another long stretch of flight with little to do but ponder how rusty his reactions had become in such a high paced situation.

Harry was beginning to feel the last two night's lack of sleep. With his worry over Hermione and his tracking of the sceptre, he hadn't had a chance to rest and he was becoming more aware of this as time passed and the adrenaline in his system had long since gone. That was when a large shape broke through the clouds in front of him.

Harry couldn't help but stare in amazement. He always found himself impressed by muggles and their ways around their lack of magic. Tony's tower in itself fascinated him. But this, this was something else entirely. It was a floating facility. Held aloft by propellers, it put all other aircraft to shame. He knew enough about physics from Tony to understand the forces at work on the structure and the power needed to keep it aloft.

The smaller craft landed on its roof and Harry touched down a moment later, just as the ramp was being lowered and the inhabitants descended to be met by a contingent of soldiers. Loki was traded and the sceptre taken by another man who slipped away while Loki was secured. Tony made his way to a door into the larger craft, followed shortly by the soldier, the woman and after some hesitation Thor, who kept throwing glances at Loki before he was ushered from the deck.

Amongst the armed escort, none of them noticed the door stayed open a moment longer than it should have done. Harry stood in the corridor, watching Loki being led away. In such close vicinity, Harry could feel the sceptre, Loki was being led in a similar direction to it, so Harry followed the men further into the complex.

They passed rooms with windows, filled with faces watching the prisoner on his walk of shame. And then, in one of the rooms, the door opened and a man carrying the sceptre entered the lab. That was his destination. He broke off trailing Loki and followed a corridor that looked like it should head in the right direction.

As an obviously military facility, there was a certain logic to its layout, and so, Harry found himself directly by the lab door, just as the delivery boy was leaving it.

Harry caught the door and let himself into the room. And there was the sceptre, sat on the table at the far end of the room. A man was bowed over it, examining it closely. Harry came up to it, as close as he could be without touching the man, focussing on the sceptres power. He shivered, repulsed by the intrinsic nature of the sceptre, and what it's power was being used for.

"Dr Banner sir?"

Harry took a quick step back to avoid the man, Dr Banner, as he straightened and turned in response to the speakers call.

"Yes?"

"Director Fury wants you all assembled on the bridge."

Banner nodded. "I suppose he would. Thanks."

The other man inclined his head and left the room. Banner took one last, studious look at the sceptre before following him out of the lab. This was his chance, Harry could take the sceptre and be done.

"For how long have Warlocks been immortal?"

Harry spun on the spot. He hadn't even heard the man's entrance which seemed impossible, Thor wasn't a small man. He was standing in the door, having caught it before it had swung shut after Banner, looking in Harry's general direction before taking a step forward, a grin on his face.

"My people have not been in contact with yours in many years, it is good to meet you friend."

Harry didn't speak, his mind whirring as he tried to think of a way out of this situation. He was painfully aware of the cameras trained around the room as he went through his options.

Thor frowned, "I know you are there friend, why do you not reveal yourself?"

"I'd rather not be caught on camera." Harry admitted carefully.

"The recording devices?" Thor asked uncertainly, "Why do you not wish to be seen? I thought you were here to help. You assisted the man of iron earlier."

"I am I suppose," Harry mused, "But I'm not here for the same reasons as the others."

"You have the same goal though." Thor asserted, "To protect your world from damage regarding the tesseract."

The what-? "Uh, yes?" That wasn't the sceptre was it? Harry didn't think so. HE probably shouldn't act until he knew all of the facts

"Then you should reveal yourself." stated Thor confidently.

"It's not quite as simple as that." Harry muttered.

Thor frowned, "If you wish to be any use in this fight, then they need to know that you are here to fight with them. A team cannot function well if it doesn't have all the information. This is common knowledge amongst soldiers."

Harry grimaced. That was true. He knew as much from his days as an auror. That still didn't change the fact that he had to be careful.

"I understand-"

"If you are unwilling to reveal yourself, how can I be sure of your intentions? I will tell them myself." Thor warned.

"No! You don't have to do that. I will. Just give me a bit to figure everything out. "

Thor nodded, smiling once more, "That I shall. Now I was called, I must be going." He made to walk from the room.

"Er, wait a moment." Harry called after him, "Er, the immortal thing, how did you-?"

Thor shrugged, "Age hangs about a person as a mantle. Yours has seen many more years than most on Midgard and Asguard."

Unknown to Thor, Harry frowned. Even though he looked to be 19, he was only 39 years old. That wasn't beond the realms of normal for a human. It must have something to do with Death itself. "Erm, any chance you could keep the 'immortal' thing quiet. It's just, well, it isn't normal for wizards, and it's kind of... personal."

Thor seemed to consider it before, "Of course friend, I can understand. Now I must take my leave."

And with that the god left, leaving Harry quite bemused. He'd seen a lot in his career but that was new.

Realising that he needed to know more about the situation he currently found himself in, he left the room, throwing one last look back at the sceptre, before heading after Thor to eavesdrop on their meeting.

A/N Thanks for all the support so far.