"Testing, testing. Is this thing on? Good. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, today is an extraordinary day. Today, is the day, we finally start the first stage of Project Rebirth."
The various diplomats, politicians and news reporters here ready to view the experiment, all quickly sat down. Everyone was quiet, as more scientists ran into the room, turning machines on, and making sure that everything was working correctly before they started.
"Good, now that everyone is seated, I shall begin" Erskine continued, seemingly oblivious to the workers around him. "To begin with, we shall be injecting thee two men here, with the Super Soldier Serum. Once injected, we shall subject them to a Vita Ray bath, which will activate the Serum, enhancing everything about them. It shall promote muscle growth, and enhance brain function, metabolism, and increases the input from their senses. They will, effectively, become super human."
There was light applause from the doctor's speech, before he turned to one of the men working the machines.
"Are you ready, Mister Stark?"
A brunette across the room shot his head up, at the sound of his name. A smile on his face, he called back "We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, Doctor, but it will certainly be worth it."
"Of course it will be" Erskine called back, before returning the microphone, and pulling a syringe from the metal table next to him. He turned around, and jabbed it into Steve's previously prepared arm, before injecting its contents.
"That didn't hurt, doctor" Steve whispered to the doctor.
"Of course not, Steven. It was merely penicillin" Erskine replied, as he proceeded to jab Harry's prepared arm, injecting the penicillin into him as well.
Lab assistants ran into the room, pushing a large, metal cylinder between them, before opening it, revealing vials of a blue liquid, which were then collected, and inserted into holes on either side of each pod, six vials per pod. Large pads, with needles covering their surfaces, were placed on Harry's and Steve's chest and arms, the needles piercing the flesh easily. On Erskine's orders, the liquid in the vials was pumped through a series of tubes and was injected directly into their bloodstreams.
They both winced as the concoction worked its way through their blood streams, pumping through their bodies even quicker once it reached their hearts, a slight burning following its movement trough their bodies.
"It is now time for the Vita Ray bath. Mister Stark, if you please?" Erskine announced.
At the push of a button, the pods closed by themselves, and rose off the floor, as Stark started to power up the machine.
"Ten percent… twenty percent… thirty percent…"
The glass pane on the front of the pod started to emit a bright, almost blinding, light, as the pod began to shake from the amount of electricity that ran through it.
"Forty percent… fifty percent… sixty percent…"
The screaming started once the energy levels spike at sixty percent. Screams of pain as every muscle and bone cell was broken down and reformed, multiplying and growing at an exponential rate. Though the audience seemed confused, as the screams only emanated from Steve's pod.
Peggy carter ran out of the viewing room, running up to the railing preventing falls, and called out "Shut it off. Shut it off now, it's killing him!"
Stark went to shut it off, before a shout of "Don't" rang through the lab. This one, though, came from Harry's pod. "Don't stop it now. Steve needs this." His voice was laced with pain, pain that had been chained down and barely contained for him to speak up. He drew in a shaky breath, gritting his teeth in pain before he spoke again, Steve's screams still echoing through the lab. "Come on, Steve, you can do this. Push through the pain, like I taught you. You control the pain, it doesn't control you."
The screams continued for a number of minutes, before finally coming to a stop. Steve's voice spoke up, shaky and hoarse from the screaming. "Go on, Stark. Let's finish this already."
With a shaky nod from Stark, and a hesitant nod from Erskine, Stark continued to up the power, calling out the levels until they hit a hundred percent.
"We-we must now let them stand for exactly two minutes, before we turn off the power" Erskine announced to the audience, a little shakily. Everyone in the lab waited with baited breath as the light continued to stream from the pods, as the Vita Rays continued to stimulate the Serum into doing its job. When Erskine announced the end of the two minutes, Stark began powering down the pods.
It was here that the problems began.
As much as Stark had flipped the switch on the machine, the power continued to surge forward, powering the pods into giving the two men the Vita Ray baths. Erskine watched in horror as the power continued to surge, and wondered how it was going to affect the two men. They didn't deserve to die because of this accident.
And then the screams started up again, horrific, bone chilling, soul piercing screams, filled with the pain of a dying race. The screams, however, only came from Harry's pod, as it shook with Harry's efforts to escape from the pain. Steve started screaming for Harry, calling out for him as the screams began to get worse and worse the longer the power continued to surge.
Without warning, a blast of energy burst from Harry's pod, tearing the metal apart, blasting shrapnel across the lab, and opening the pod up. The blast of energy tore through the room, sinking into all of the electronics, shorting them out and forcing the remaining pod to stop giving the bath of Vita Rays to Steve. Erskine rushed over, forcing the remaining pod open, allowing Steve to step out of the pod. Before him stood Steve, about a foot taller than he had been before he entered the pod, and covered from head to toe, in thick, strong muscles that could, no doubt, do serious damage if he intended to.
Erskine moved to the side, allowing Steve to step out of the pod, while doctors and nurses swarmed him, trying to see what the results were. He turned from the crowd, looking to where Harry's pod had been, expecting to see Harry's dead body lying on the floor from the explosion.
How wrong he was.
Kneeling on the floor, face bowed to the floor as if in deep thought, or in prayer, was Harry, his thick, messy black locks defying. Surrounding him, as if in defence, and coming from back, were a payer of beautiful, black feathered wings, looking much like a ravens wings. Harry too, like Steve, was obviously taller and muscle bound, his now thick, heavy frame shuddering as he drew in breath after shaky breath.
"S-S-S-S-Steve, I-I-I-I, I need S-S-S-Ste-Ste-Steve" Harry forced out, his voice cracked and shaking with pain.
"Steven, Harry needs you. And immediately" Erskine called out, worry filling his voice.
Steve forced his way through the crowd, standing next to Erskine for a mere second, before striding over to Harry, and kneeling at his side.
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Steve forced his way through the crowd of people when he heard Doctor Erskine calling him, trying to ignore the weird, warm feeling that now sat in his chest, just under his heart. When he saw Harry's prone, shaking form, he quickly rushed over, kneeling down at Harry's side. He felt taller, stronger than he had ever felt before. It felt amazing, yet awkward at the same time. His limbs were longer, heavier than he was used to. It would take a while to regain perfect control again.
"Harry? Harry, what's wrong? Tell me, Harry, please" Steve called to his boyfriend, worry filling his voice at his shaking body.
He felt a surge of power cross over his body, the new warmth in his chest jumping at the sensation. He quickly noticed that Harry's metamorphmagus abilities started to become uncontrollable, the moment the power surged over them. He was trying to hold in the strain, Steve realised. Before he knew it, he had been pulled into a kiss, and, despite those around them watching, he leaned into the kiss, revelling in the feel of Harry's lips on his own, as Harry's new wings folded around them both, shielding them from the sight of others. He hadn't been able to do this in two weeks, they had been so worried they would have been caught while at boot camp.
He felt a surge of energy pass through Harry, and into him, pooling into the warmth in his chest, as it seemed to grow as the surge continued. With a gasp for breath, they pulled apart, their foreheads pressed together, as the surge of energy snapped shut.
"It's been too long since we've done this" Harry said, still gasping for breath.
"But in front of all of these people? We could be imprisoned, Harry" Steve replied, concern lacing his voice.
"I put up a privacy ward when you knelt down. They didn't see it, trust me. They are seeing us standing, shaking hands in congratulations. It's all okay."
"So that's what I felt. That surge of energy that was the privacy ward?"
"Hmm? Wait, you felt that? That's not right. Hang on. I'll check it out later, they want to talk to us."
They separated, before the surge of energy fell into Harry, and Steve felt it again. He would almost say it was magic. They both stood from the floor, Harry a little shakily as he was still getting used to the new height. Some of the women openly stared at their bare torsos, before Erskine handed over two shirts for them to wear, and they hastily threw them on. Though the shirts were larger than what they usually wore, they were still tight on their muscle bound frames.
"How do you feel, boys?" Erskine asked, after they had fixed up their shirts.
"Taller" they replied simultaneously, which sent chuckles throughout the surrounding crowd.
Before they could do anything else, an explosion blew the glass out of the viewing area, sending everyone to the ground. Three gunshots rang out, and as Harry and Steve looked up from their positions on the ground, they noticed one of the reporters aiming his gun at Erskine, who was clutching his chest in pain. The reporter grabbed the last remaining vial of the Super Soldier Serum, before running up the stairs, and out of the door.
Acting on instinct, Harry yelled out "Steve, you get the shooter, I'll help the doctor."
Steve bolted up from the floor, running up the stairs and out the door like a bullet, his new, powerful legs pushing him harder and faster than ever before. While he chased the shooter down the street, after crashing through the window of the Pawn shop, and then into the display window of a dress shop, Harry clambered over to the doctor, erected a privacy ward and set to work trying to save the man that had helped him and Steve.
As he knelt by the doctor's side, his magic surged without warning and pushed its way through his body, centring on his eyes. His vision, now perfected and enhanced due to the serum, blurred, and he shut his eyes, trying to stop the stinging that had started up. When the stinging stopped, he opened his eyes, and looked down at Erskine, slowly bleeding out on the ground. He gasped at what he saw.
Doctor Erskine's chest glowed a vibrant, angry red, as if in warning, while his limbs and head glowed a faint yellow. He narrowed his eyes, and information seemed to swarm his mind, telling him that the doctor suffered from severe arthritis in his hands, and minor arthritis in his knees and elbows. That explained the yellow glow. When Harry narrowed his eyes on Erskine's chest, the flood of information told him that he had a punctured lung, two shattered ribs and a severed spinal cord. This wouldn't be easy.
He shook his head, quickly setting to work with healing the doctor. He banished the bullets that were lodged in the doctor's chest, before he quickly set to work healing the punctured lung, hisses of parseltongue echoing through the room. The tissue of Erskine's lung quickly knit itself back together, quicker than his healing had done ever before, and then moved on, mending and resetting the shattered ribs, before healing the burst veins, and finally knitting the skin back together, as if nothing had happened.
"Doctor, are you okay?" Harry asked tentatively, knowing that he was, just wanting the doctors input.
"Yes, I am fine. Thank you, Harry" Erskine replied, his thick, German accent slurring some of the words.
"Unfortunately, the next bit will be painful, and I can't reduce the pain. Is that okay with you, Doctor?"
"Of course, Harry, do what you must."
Moving quickly, because nerve damage would be permanent if not tended to as quickly as possible, he turned the old doctor on his side, so he could get closer to his spine. Placing his hands over the damaged area, he started muttering in parseltongue, pushing his magic through his hands, making it swirl around the severed cord of nerves, as they were pulled together, and started to mend. Erskine let out a silent howl of pain, as a sharp, burning pain lanced up his back, ending at the base of his skull, as he felt the nerves in his spine being knit back together.
When the nerves were finished being healed, Harry continued to hiss in parseltongue, easing as much pain as he possibly could. When he had done as much as he could, he leaned back, as the Doctor sat up slowly, testing his back as he did so.
"Thank you, Harry. I-I don't know how to repay you-" Erskine said after a few moments of silence, before being cut off by Harry.
"You don't need to repay me at all, Doctor. I was merely helping a friend. And consider it repayment for what you have done for Steve and I."
Erskine smiled, before nodding his head in thanks. As he went to get up, however, Harry placed a palm on his chest, stopping him from rising to his feet.
"Doctor, before you get up, I have reason to believe that the Army will abuse the Serum, and use it for more than what they are saying they will. I think it will be best, if we were to fake your death, Doctor."
Erskine seemed to think it over for a bit, before answering. "Yes, I believe you are right, my dear boy. What have you got in store for us?"
Harry looked around, finding a piece of shrapnel lying next to the doctor's foot. Grabbing it, Harry willed it to grow and morph, pushing his magic into his hands to make it work. His magic seemed to be working quicker for him, since he had taken the serum. He still hadn't noticed the wings on his back, though, which the doctor had started to stare at.
The shrapnel quickly took the form of the doctor sitting on the floor next to him, though the fake was covered in blood, and obviously dead looking. Harry turned to the real doctor now, and looked him in the eye.
"Go to our apartment, under the welcome mat is a spare key. Lock the door once you are inside, and don't answer the door unless you hear the phrase 'Primo Victoria, Attero Dominatus.' Okay?"
"Of course, but what are you going to do about those?" Erskine asked, pointing to Harry's new wings.
Turning his head, Harry gasped again at the sight of the pair of black, raven like wings surrounding him and the doctor. He flexed muscles he didn't know he had, and watched in amazement as the wings shifted, moving around at the slightest twitch. How was he going to hide these?
Without warning, and a slight sting of pain, the wings seemed to fold in on themselves, before shifting down, and merging with his back. As they did so, he watched tattoo like markings formed on his shoulders, and moved down his arms. They seemed to form a design that looked like feathers, coming to end at the backs of his hands, ending at his knuckles. He shook his head, to remove the shock.
"We can explain this once we get back to the apartment, okay. Before you leave-" Here, Harry reached up and tapped his forefinger to Erskine's forehead, and watched as his figure slowly dissolved, leaving a faint outline of where the doctor was. "-You can leave now, no one will see you. Just try not to touch anyone as you walk. Remember, 'Primo Victoria, Attero Dominatus.'"
Harry heard a whispered "Okay" before he saw the faint outline of the doctor get to his feet, and soon lost the outline amongst the crowd of people, trying to see what was wrong with the doctor. Harry hastily lowered the ward around him and the fake doctor, before turning to the crowd and saying, in a voice full of sorrow "The doctor is dead."
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The rest of the day passed quickly, with Steve returning to the lab with the announcement that the shooter had committed suicide by cyanide pill, and that the remaining vial of the Serum had been destroyed in the fight. Harry had quickly informed Steve that their plan to get the doctor out had worked, before they had proceeded to give more blood than they had thought possible in an attempt to help the army synthesise more of the Serum.
Harry had almost jumped Steve when he had first seen him after chasing the shooter, and it had done bad things for his anatomy downstairs. He had been forced to place a glamour over the area in an effort to hide the now large bulge in his pants that just wouldn't go down, dammit. He couldn't wait for when he could climb his boyfriend like a tree, and by the look in Steve's eyes, he knew Steve wanted to as well.
When they had finally returned to their apartment, and given the phrase they had agreed upon, Erskine had let them in, before Harry had run some tests of his own on Steve. What he found, had shocked him greatly.
Steve had, all along, been a squib. Either he had been left in the care of muggles, or he had been born from a long line of squibs, Harry wasn't sure. But due to the serum, and Erskine having said "It enhances everything that is already there", the tiny core of magic that had been too small for use, had grown to make Steve an actual wizard. Which explained the warmth Steve had felt in his chest after stepping out of the pod. It was the presence of actual magic in his system that he could now use. Steve had almost done a small jig, he had been so happy. Harry had also found that there were no longer any traces of the cancer in Steve's system, and at Erskine's insistence, they believed that they would both no longer be affected by illnesses again. Or be able to get drunk, but Harry had a way around that.
Another shock they had both received was that Steve and Harry were, in fact, soul mates, though Harry didn't know how he hadn't noticed it before, though he believed that it had been the absence of Steve's magic that had made it next to impossible to know. Harry had actually done a jig around the living room when he had found that out. It was very rare for anyone, wizard or muggle to find their soul mate, and he had been over the moon in joy that he had found his. It had also explained why Steve had felt so heartbroken when Harry had not returned to bed after their fight. The absence of Harry's magic, which had been trying to bind them together for the twelve months they had known each other, had been too much for Steve. The fact that they both had a proper magical core now, would make the binding quicker and permanent.
When they tried to explain Harry's new wings, which he found was more comfortable to have out in the open than hidden as his tattoos, they were at a loss. The serum had enhanced so much in the two of them, that there seemed to be no end to the changes. They would probably be still finding out new things two decades later. But when Harry felt his magic, he found it thrumming under his skin, no longer contained in his core. He believed that his magic had gotten so enhance, thanks to the serum, that it had been forced to create a physical representation of his strength, so as not to harm him with the amount of magic that now ran through his system. He hadn't tried it yet, but he believed he could fly with them, too.
They then got to work on sorting out faking Erskine's death. The transfiguration that Harry had done to the piece of shrapnel, he was sure would last until the fake body was buried at the funeral, in a week. He had gone so far as to put a confundus charm on the fake body, to fool any doctors working on the autopsy into thinking they had done it when they hadn't. Harry hadn't been too sure that he had done that good of a job at transfiguration, so he had made precautions.
The next stage of their plan, was setting Erskine up for life, and getting him a new name. When they had found out that Erskine preferred the cold climates of the German Alps, they had immediately bought a small house, on a large plot of land, about a half hour outside of Vancouver. They had had the Goblins write up passports, change of name forms, forms for a change of citizenship and many other forms for the doctor to fill out and sign. Harry had, graciously, given the doctor the forms for a bank account, which had been filled with enough money for the doctor to live comfortably without working for the rest of his life. He had tried to refuse, but Harry had kept claiming it was payment for his help.
Erskine stayed the night, being fed delectable food for both dinner and breakfast before he left the next morning for a plane flight to Vancouver, taking what little belongings he still had on him. His passports had been sent that morning, filled out with his new identity of 'Alexander Brauer', who was a German war refugee, who had gone to America first, before moving to Vancouver. Or, that was what his cover story was.
Once they got back to their apartment, before the door was shut, Harry was slammed against the wall, Steve's tongue forcing its way into Harry's mouth. Harry, at first shocked by the suddenness of Steve's actions, leaned in, pushing back with his own tongue, while he wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, pulling him in closer, grinding their hardons together, gasping as jolts of electricity shot through their bodies.
The quickly pulled apart, gasping and panting for air, as they pushed their foreheads together, gazing into each-other's eyes. They smiled, as they both realised they were both finally ready for what was to come.
"Shall we move this adventure to the bedroom?" Harry asked, his voice low and husky, causing a shiver to run down Steve's spine. Without answering, Steve wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and lifted him off the floor, despite Harry's new bulk, and wrapped Harry's legs around his own waist. Effortlessly, he moved to their room, carrying Harry with him, as Harry started to lay kisses along his strong, defined jaw.
Their shirts didn't last long once they made it to their room, Harry on his back, with Steve looming over him, as they began to explore each-others new bodies, hands lips and tongue roaming across the large ridges formed by their stomachs, the high mountains of their chest's, the flat, smooth plains of their backs.
"S-Steve…Fuck me, Steve" Harry eventually growled out.
"Are-are you sure, Harry?" Steve asked, bewildered by the fact that Harry had said that.
"Go ahead, Steve. With everything you've been through, you deserve to go first."
Mind still running a mile a minute, they hastily undid their pants, shucking off the unneeded material as quickly as possible, doing the same with their boxers. Steve stared at the glory of his naked boyfriend, marvelling at the beautiful man in front of him, before he set to work pleasuring the both of them. He decided, since they had been waiting so long, that he would skip the foreplay, and head straight to the fun part of the day.
Harry muttered a spell as Steve lined himself up, still marvelling at how big his dick was now, thanks to the Serum, which helped to lube and open up his passage, though he didn't think it would be enough. Harry felt the large head of Steve's dick lining up with his hole, and tried to relax. Steve pushed forward, pushing the head into Harry with a slight pop, gaining a gasp of pleasure from Harry in return. He continued to push into Harry, marvelling at the warmth of his mate's passage, the tightness of it as he pushed further, reaching the halfway point. Steve was still marvelling at the change, he hadn't even been half this size before the serum.
As he continued to push in, Harry started squirming under him, his face a look of pure ecstasy. Once he had sheathed all twelve inches of himself in Harry, who was gasping and shuddering in pure pleasure, he reached a hand down, fondling Harry's equally large length, grasping it at the base, and slowly pumping Harry's length, eliciting moans from the squirming lump of flesh beneath him. He let go, before he slowly began pulling out, leaving only the head in, before he slammed back in, his orange sized balls bouncing off of Harry's firm ass. He continued doing this, out, then in, out, then in, before he hit a spot that had Harry screaming his name in pure ecstasy. Smirking, Steve ground his hips into Harry's ass, moving himself around as much as he could while sheathed in Harry's tight passage, massaging that spot as much as he could, eliciting more moans from Harry.
He started properly fucking Harry then, moving as fast as he could in Harry's ass. He brought a hand down to Harry's length, and started pumping Harry to the same rhythm that he was fucking Harry with. They felt a pressure building within their groins, as their magic floated around them unchecked, swirling in a maelstrom of emotions, as it grew stronger and stronger with each passing second.
Without warning, Harry came, releasing his seed between them, large, white gobs splattering across their chests. Harry's passage tightened and constricted around Steve's dick, and before he could say anything, he too came, emptying his heavy balls deep into Harry's ass, as they kissed tenderly, both men still riding the high that came after having sex.
Steve collapsed on Harry's chest, panting hard, but a smile threatening to split his face in half. He felt happy, and complete, the soul mate bond finally having completely formed during the sex. He felt Harry's arms wrap around his waist, while his length was still buried deep inside Harry. He looked up, and smiled even wider, if that were possible, at the look on Harry's face.
"So" Harry said, breaking the easy silence surrounding them. "You want to go again?"
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A/N: Hey there, Guys. Sorry about the wait, but that last scene was annoying to write, and I didn't want anyone seeing me writing it, so I kept putting it off. Anyway, I have something important to say.
The first three people to PM me with the translation of 'Primo Victoria, Attero Dominatus' will be told how the scene in the Valkyrie will be played out.
Anyway, all that aside, I hope you liked the new chapter, and I would love for you to review, to help me improve in any places where my writing is lacking.