Deadnite

by Imperias

The battle was over. The air, once thick with spells and cries of war, now lay heavy with silence. Hogwarts stood ruined, its walls scarred and crumbling under the weight of the devastation it had witnessed. The magical world he had grown up in, fought for, and loved was now nothing more than a shadow haunted by the echoes of what had been. Harry stepped into to the Veil.

13. Age Of Ultron Part 4

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Harry's New York apartment, casting a golden hue across the room. Harry stood in the kitchen, his wand moving gracefully through the air. With a flick of his wrist, a table began to materialize in the center of the room. Intricate carvings adorned its surface, and a rich mahogany sheen gleamed in the morning light. As Harry set the table with a wave of his hand, plates, cups, and cutlery danced through the air, each finding its place with precise elegance.

In the corner, a coffee pot levitated, pouring steaming coffee into each cup. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of sizzling bacon and fluffy pancakes, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Peter and Ned entered the room, still in their pajamas, their eyes widening in amazement at the sight before them.

"Good morning, Harry," Peter greeted, his voice filled with wonder.

"Morning," Harry replied with a smile. "Have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready."

Shuri joined them shortly after, her curiosity piqued by the magical display. She took a seat next to Peter, her eyes never leaving Harry's wand as he conjured up a bowl of fresh fruit and a jug of orange juice.

"This is incredible," Shuri remarked, her scientific mind struggling to comprehend the magic before her.

"It's just a little morning magic," Harry said modestly, setting a plate of pancakes on the table. "I hope you're all hungry."

They sat down, the clinking of cutlery and the soft hum of conversation filling the room. Harry took a seat at the head of the table, a contented smile playing on his lips. For a moment, they were just a group of friends enjoying breakfast together, the weight of their extraordinary lives momentarily lifted.

"So, Peter," Ned began, his mouth full of pancake, "any exciting plans for today?"

Peter chuckled. "Just the usual. Swinging through the city, keeping an eye out for trouble. You know how it is."

Shuri laughed. "Must be nice to have such a straightforward routine. My days are filled with research and experiments."

"And how's that going?" Harry asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Challenging, but rewarding," Shuri replied. "There's always something new to discover."

As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from Peter's latest adventures as Spider-Man to Ned's enthusiasm for the latest tech gadgets. Harry listened, content to let his friends share their stories. There was a warmth and camaraderie in the air that he cherished deeply.

After a while, Ned leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "This is the best breakfast I've ever had. Thanks, Harry."

"You're welcome," Harry replied, his eyes twinkling. "I'm glad you all enjoyed it."

The remnants of breakfast were cleared away with a wave of Harry's wand, the table returning to its pristine state. The warmth of their shared stories lingered in the room, but the urgency of their mission pressed upon them once more.

"Alright," Harry said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "We need to focus on finding Ultron again. He's out there somewhere, and we can't let him cause more harm."

Peter nodded, his expression resolute. "We should split up and gather intel. Ned, you can help me track any unusual activity in the city's network. Shuri, your tech can help us pinpoint any of Ultron's digital footprints."

Shuri agreed, her mind already racing with ideas. "I can enhance my algorithms to scan for any anomalies that might indicate Ultron's presence. But Harry, what about you?"

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. "I need to check in at Altera Industries. It's been a while since I visited, and I want to ensure everything is running smoothly. I'll meet you all back here this evening."

With their plan set, they each went their separate ways. He took one last look around his apartment, then stepped outside into the bustling streets of New York.

As Harry walked towards Altera Industries, the familiar sights and sounds of the city enveloped him. He moved with purpose, his thoughts focused on the tasks ahead. But as he approached the entrance of his company, he noticed two figures waiting for him. Maria Hill and

"Harry," Maria greeted, her tone measured. "It's good to see you. I'd like you to meet Phil Coulson."

Phil stepped forward, extending his hand with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Harry."

Harry shook Phil's hand, his expression polite but guarded. "Likewise. What brings you both here?"

Maria glanced at Phil before speaking. "We've been tracking Ultron's movements, and we believe he may be planning something significant. We were hoping to get your input."

Harry's expression remained neutral as he replied, "I'm just a tech guy, Maria. I'm not involved with the Avengers or their operations. My focus is on Altera Industries and our projects."

Phil nodded, his smile unwavering. "We understand that, Harry. But given your expertise and resources, we thought you might have some valuable insights."

Harry's eyes flickered with a hint of amusement as he responded, "I'm afraid I can't be of much help. Like I said, my work is purely technical. Tracking rogue AIs isn't exactly my specialty."

Phil stepped forward, his eyes searching Harry's for any sign of openness. "We were hoping to have a word with you. In private, if possible."

Harry's gaze hardened slightly, but he maintained his composure. "Of course. Follow me."

He led them into the sleek, modern lobby of Altera Industries. The reception area buzzed with activity, employees moving about with purpose. Harry exchanged warm greetings with his team members, each interaction genuine despite the tension simmering beneath the surface.

"Good morning, Sarah," Harry said to his assistant, a young woman with bright eyes and a ready smile. "Everything running smoothly?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter," Sarah replied, handing him a stack of reports. "Just the usual business. If there's anything you need, let me know."

As they made their way through the corridors, Harry's interactions with his team were brief but meaningful, each exchange reinforcing the strong rapport he had built with his staff. Maria and Phil followed silently, taking in the atmosphere of Altera Industries.

"Mr. Potter," Marcus called out, looking between Harry, Maria, and Phil with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Everything okay?"

Harry paused, offering a reassuring smile. "Marcus, it's fine. Just a meeting."

Marcus eyed the three of them. "We haven't seen you in the office for a couple of days. We were getting a bit worried."

Harry nodded, appreciating the concern but also aware of the need to address more pressing matters. "I've been dealing with some things outside the office, but I'm back now. What do you need, Marcus?"

Marcus shifted slightly, glancing at Maria and Phil before refocusing on Harry. "We had a breakthrough with MediSync. The latest data proved a success. I thought you'd want to know right away."

A genuine smile spread across Harry's face, momentarily easing the tension. "That's fantastic news, Marcus. I'll catch up with you after my meeting with Mr. Coulson and Ms. Hill."

"Great," Marcus said, visibly relieved. "I'll be in the lab."

As Harry watched Marcus walk away, he couldn't shake the memories that surfaced. He had proven himself to be far more than just an exceptional scientist. Harry's mind drifted back to the night when Marcus had broken into his apartment. It had been a calculated intrusion, one that bypassed the complex magical wards Harry had painstakingly set up. Wards that should have been impenetrable to anyone without a profound understanding of magic.

He couldn't help but scrutinize every interaction he had ever had with Marcus, replaying their conversations, looking for clues he might have missed. There was an aura about Marcus, a quiet intensity that Harry had initially attributed to intellectual fervor. But now, it was something more.

"Harry," Maria's voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. "Are you okay?"

Harry blinked, refocusing on the here and now. "Yes, I'm fine," he replied curtly. He straightened his shoulders and led Maria and Phil down the corridor to his office. His demeanor was cold, his usual warmth replaced by a guarded detachment.

As they walked, Harry's mind continued to race. Finally, they reached his office. Harry opened the door and gestured for Maria and Phil to enter. The room was spacious and elegantly furnished, a large desk dominating the center with bookshelves lining the walls. Harry closed the door behind them and took a seat behind his desk, his expression impassive.

Phil sat down, while Maria stood by the desk, her eyes scanning Harry's face for any sign of openness. "Harry," she began, her voice measured, "we need to talk about Ultron."

Harry's face remained neutral, but there was a slight tightening around his eyes. "What about him?"

Maria glanced at Phil before continuing. "After his defeat by the Avengers, we've been tracking his movements. He seems to be looking for sources of vibranium."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly. Why didn't they mention Deadnite? he wondered. But he didn't press further, keeping his suspicions to himself. "Vibranium is a rare and powerful material. It's no surprise Ultron would seek it out."

Phil leaned forward, his expression serious. "We need to know if you have any information that could help us locate him. Any insights into his plans or movements."

Harry shrugged, his face betraying nothing. "I'm just a tech guy, Phil. I didn't have much to do with the creation of Ultron. I only helped with some of the code. For specifics, you'd have to ask Tony."

Maria's eyes flickered with frustration. "We know you're being modest, Harry. Any bit of information could be crucial."

Harry leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Like I said, I don't have much to offer. Tony was the mastermind behind Ultron. I was just a consultant."

Maria sighed, rubbing her temple. "Fine. But there's another issue. Helen Cho has gone missing."

Harry's brow furrowed. "Helen Cho?"

Phil nodded. "She's a brilliant scientist. She was at the Avenger's party. She's gone missing, and we believe it might be connected to Ultron."

Harry's expression remained composed as he replied, "I didn't meet her at the party. But if Ultron has her, that's definitely a problem."

Maria's frustration was palpable, but she kept her voice steady. "We need all the help we can get, Harry. If you think of anything, anything at all, let us know."

Harry nodded, but his expression was distant. "Of course."

There was a brief, tense silence. Maria and Phil exchanged glances, sensing they were at an impasse. Harry's demeanor had been cold and unyielding, his answers guarded and noncommittal. They knew they weren't getting through to him, at least not today.

Maria stood up, her movements sharp with frustration. "Thank you for your time, Harry. We'll be in touch."

Phil followed suit, his expression more resigned. "Take care, Harry. And remember, our door is always open."

Harry watched them leave, his face an unreadable mask. As the door closed behind them, he let out a slow breath, his mind already shifting back to the myriad challenges he faced.

Harry turned to his desk, the weight of recent conversations still pressing on his mind. He powered on his desktop, the screen flickering to life. His fingers danced over the keyboard as he typed "Helen Cho" into the search engine. Basic details flooded the screen: her background, her achievements, and her current position. But one detail caught Harry's attention: U-Gin Genetic Research, the company Helen was associated with.

The information about U-Gin Genetic Research was extensive. The company specialized in cutting-edge genetic research, particularly focusing on cellular regeneration and advanced medical technologies. Their latest breakthrough, the Regeneration Cradle, was highlighted in bold. It was a revolutionary technology capable of repairing and regenerating tissue at an unprecedented rate. The potential applications were vast, from healing severe injuries to possibly extending human life.

Harry leaned back in his chair, pondering the implications. What does Ultron want with Helen Cho? Determined to find out more, Harry composed a quick message to Shuri, attaching his notes and findings.

Shuri,
I've found some critical information regarding Helen Cho. She has gone missing, source has told me that Ultron may be the suspect. She works for U-Gin Genetic Research, and they've recently developed something called the Regeneration Cradle. This technology could be what Ultron is after. We need to dig deeper into this. Find out everything you can about U-Gin, Helen's work, and any connections to Ultron.

-Harry

Satisfied with the message, Harry sent it off and turned off his desktop. He stood up, his thoughts still churning, and decided to head to the lab where Marcus was working.

Harry entered the lab and paused for a moment, watching Marcus work. He was a puzzle, one that Harry felt compelled to solve. Marcus looked up and met Harry's gaze, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

"Harry," Marcus greeted, his tone neutral.

Harry forced a smile, trying to mask his inner turmoil. "Just checking in on the latest projects. How are things progressing with Medisync?"

Marcus nodded, his focus shifting back to his work. "We've made significant progress with MediSync. The latest data shows a marked improvement in cellular integration. It's a breakthrough."

Harry's eyes flickered with genuine interest, but his mind was still preoccupied with the recent discoveries. "That's excellent news, Marcus. Keep up the good work."

There was a brief pause, and Harry found himself studying Marcus closely. The man seemed unperturbed, completely engrossed in his work. But Harry couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered from their previous encounter.

"Is there something else, Harry?" Marcus asked, sensing the unspoken tension.

Harry hesitated for a moment.

"Still trying to decipher me, Harry?" Marcus asked, his tone light but with an edge of seriousness. "Still pondering how I got past your wards, huh? I know this must be a shock."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, but he kept his voice steady. "It was quite the entrance, I'll admit. You certainly got my attention."

Marcus's smile widened, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I had to show a bit of a power move to get you to notice me properly. But don't worry, Harry, I'm not your enemy. Now isn't the time for us to get involved in each other's business yet."

Harry studied Marcus carefully, noting the confidence and underlying power in his demeanor. "And when will be the right time, Marcus? You seem to know more than you're letting on."

Marcus leaned back, his gaze unwavering. "The time will come, Harry. For now, let's say we're both pieces on a much larger chessboard. Our paths are intertwined, but not yet crossing."

Harry's mind raced, trying to grasp the full extent of Marcus's cryptic words. "You're speaking in riddles, Marcus. What is it you really know?"

Marcus chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with a mixture of knowledge and mystery. "A man with no motive is a man no one suspects. Always keep your foes confused: If they don't know who you are or what you want—they can't know what you plan to do next."

Harry nodded slowly, realizing that pressing for more answers would be futile. Marcus was a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and Harry would need to bide his time to uncover his true intentions.

"Very well," Harry said finally. "But know this, Marcus: I don't take lightly to being left in the dark. If you have information that could help, I expect you to share it."

Marcus's smile softened, a hint of genuine respect in his eyes. "And I will, when the time is right. Until then, trust that my interests do not run counter to yours."

With that, Marcus turned back to his work.

Harry stepped out of Altera Industries, the bustling city of New York spreading out before him. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the skyscrapers, their glass facades reflecting the light in dazzling patterns. The air was filled with the sounds of honking cars, distant chatter, and the hum of urban life. He took a moment to absorb the environment, letting the sensory overload ground him.

As he walked, the aroma of street food wafted through the air, and Harry's stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast. He spotted a food vendor on the corner, the enticing smell of grilled meats and spices drawing him in.

"One chicken gyro, please," Harry said, handing over a few dollars.

The vendor, a middle-aged man with a friendly smile, quickly prepared the order. "Here you go, enjoy!"

"Thanks," Harry replied, taking the wrapped sandwich. He continued down the sidewalk, taking a bite and savoring the burst of flavors. The tangy tzatziki sauce mixed perfectly with the seasoned chicken and fresh vegetables, providing a much-needed comfort in the midst of his chaotic thoughts.

Harry walked purposefully, navigating the familiar streets toward his apartment. The buildings around him were a mix of old and new, their architecture telling the story of a city that constantly evolved while holding onto its history. The sounds of the city created a rhythmic background, punctuated by the occasional siren or the laughter of children playing in a nearby park.

He turned down a quieter street, the noise of the city dimming slightly. The shadows grew longer as the sun began its descent, casting an amber hue over the brick facades. Harry took another bite of his gyro, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Marcus and the larger game at play.

Reaching an alleyway, he glanced around to ensure no one was watching. The alley was narrow and shadowed, with the faint scent of damp concrete and discarded trash lingering in the air. He moved quickly, slipping out of sight behind a stack of crates. With a practiced ease, he Apparated, the familiar compression and tug of magical travel enveloping him.

In an instant, Harry found himself in the safety of his apartment.

"Harry, I found something on Helen Cho," she said, barely pausing to catch her breath.

Harry straightened, his interest immediately piqued. "What is it, Shuri?"

She moved quickly to his desk, pulling up a holographic display from a portable device she carried. The soft blue light illuminated their faces as she began to explain.

"Using the access you provided to Stark Industries, I was able to dig deeper into Helen Cho's work," Shuri said, her voice filled with a blend of awe and intensity. "Helen was working on some incredibly advanced projects with Tony Stark. Most notably, the Regeneration Cradle. It's a technology that can repair and regenerate human tissue at an unprecedented rate. But there's more."

Harry leaned in, his eyes scanning the data Shuri projected. "What else did you find?"

Shuri tapped a few commands, bringing up a series of encrypted files. "Tony kept extensive records, and I managed to decrypt some of them. It appears Helen Cho was not only working with Stark but also had interactions with a rather shady government agency. The name kept coming up—SHIELD."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his expression neutral. "SHIELD? What kind of interactions?"

Shuri's eyes sparkled with a mixture of frustration and fascination. "From what I could gather, SHIELD was very interested in Helen's work. They provided funding and resources, but there were also numerous classified communications between Tony and SHIELD regarding her projects. It seems they had a vested interest in the Regeneration Cradle, possibly even pushing for its development for their own purposes."

Harry processed the information, his mind racing. The implications were vast and troubling. "And you say Tony had detailed records of all this?"

"Yes," Shuri confirmed, her voice steady but urgent. "Tony documented everything meticulously. There are files on the development stages of the Regeneration Cradle, correspondences with SHIELD operatives, and even security footage showing SHIELD agents visiting Stark Industries."

Harry's thoughts flashed to his own recent run-ins with SHIELD, the encounters with Maria Hill and Phil Coulson. He decided not to mention them to Shuri, keeping that card close to his chest for now. "This is incredible, Shuri. It gives us a much clearer picture of what's at stake here. But why would Ultron be interested in Helen and her work?"

Shuri's expression darkened slightly. "If Ultron could get his hands on the Regeneration Cradle, he could use it to repair and enhance himself. It would make him nearly indestructible if he get his hands on Vibranium."

Harry nodded, the weight of their task settling heavily on his shoulders. "We need to act fast. Did you find anything that could lead us to Helen's current location?"

Shuri shook her head, a hint of frustration in her eyes. "Not yet. But I'm working on it. We might be able to track her through the last known communications she had with Stark Industries and SHIELD."

Harry placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Keep at it, Shuri. You're doing amazing work. We'll find her."

Harry turned his attention back to his apartment. The soft hum of technology and the distant sounds of the city filled the space. He noticed Ned sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen. The news was broadcasting a segment about Deadnite, the enigmatic figure that had been making waves across the city.

Harry's heart twinged with a mix of pride and concern. He didn't let on that Deadnite was his alter ego, but he couldn't ignore the growing public interest and speculation.

"Hey, Ned," Harry said, trying to sound casual. "Where's Peter?"

Ned looked up, momentarily distracted from the news. "He's out doing his Spider-Man thing. You know how it is. Always swinging around, looking for trouble to stop."

Harry nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, that's Peter for you. Have you found out anything new?"

Ned shook his head, his expression apologetic. "Sorry, man. Nothing new. I've been trying to dig up more info on Ultron, but it's like hitting a brick wall. Everything's either classified or buried deep."

Harry appreciated Ned's efforts, knowing that his friend was doing everything he could to help. "It's okay, Ned. I know you're doing your best. We'll figure this out together."

Ned nodded, his eyes flicking back to the TV screen where a news anchor was speculating about Deadnite's next move. "You know, whoever this Deadnite guy is, he's really got the city buzzing. Some people think he's a hero, others think he's just as dangerous as the villains he fights."

Harry leaned against the wall, his mind racing with thoughts. "Yeah, people love a mystery. Keeps them guessing."

Ned turned off the TV, giving Harry his full attention. "So, what's the next step? How do we find Ultron?"

Harry sighed, rubbing his temples as he thought. "Shuri's working on tracking him down through the last known communications Helen Cho had with Stark Industries and SHIELD. We need to stay on top of any leads and be ready to move as soon as we have something concrete."

Ned nodded, his determination mirroring Harry's. "Got it. I'll keep digging and see if I can find anything that might help."

"Thanks, Ned," Harry said, genuinely grateful. "We'll need all the help we can get."

The evening descended upon Harry's apartment, casting long shadows and a sense of urgency. Despite the day's heavy discussions and the looming threats, Harry took a moment to provide some semblance of normalcy. He cooked dinner for Ned and Shuri, the aromas of roasted chicken, seasoned vegetables, and freshly baked bread filling the air.

"Thanks for this, Harry," Ned said, his voice warm as he dug into his plate. "We needed it."

Shuri nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting her appreciation. "Yes, thank you. It's good to have a moment of calm amidst the storm."

They shared the meal, discussing lighter topics to momentarily escape the weight of their responsibilities. But as the night wore on, the unspoken worries crept back in. By the time they finished, Shuri and Ned were visibly tired, the day's stress taking its toll.

"You two should get some rest," Harry suggested, clearing the table. "We have a long day ahead tomorrow."

Shuri and Ned nodded, heading off to their respective rooms. "Good night, Harry," Shuri said, offering a small, tired smile.

"Night," Ned echoed, disappearing down the hallway.

Harry watched them go, a sense of isolation settling over him. The apartment grew quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. He glanced at the clock—already past midnight—and felt a pang of worry. Peter still hadn't returned.

His mind raced with thoughts of Peter swinging through the city, facing dangers alone. He couldn't shake the nagging fear that something might have happened. Harry moved to the window, staring out at the skyline, his thoughts drifting to SHIELD, Maria Hill, and Phil Coulson. What did they know? he wondered. How much of a threat did they perceive him to be?

The hours slipped by, and it was 2 AM before Harry finally decided on a course of action. He needed answers, and he needed them now. The memories of his conversations with Jimmy Woo surfaced, providing a potential lead on SHIELD's operations.

Harry pressed the button on the bracelet on his wrist,the fabric a blend of black and green, lined with intricate designs that made it appear as if it was constantly flowing like thunder. The porcelain helemt, with its hauntingly elegant features, completed the transformation. He felt a surge of determination as he reviewed his plan, every step meticulously thought out. He would be invisible, undetectable. No one would know he was there.

He focused his mind, picturing SHIELD's headquarters from the information he had gleaned from Jimmy Woo. The layout of the conference room formed clearly in his mind, every detail etched with precision. With a deep breath, he Apparated.

The transition was seamless, the familiar compression and tug of magical travel enveloping him. An instant later, he found himself standing in the dimly lit conference room of SHIELD's headquarters. The room was spacious, dominated by a long table surrounded by high-backed chairs. The walls were lined with screens and tactical maps, displaying a constant stream of data and updates.

Harry remained perfectly still, his breath shallow, his senses heightened. The room was empty, as he had expected at this late hour, but he knew he couldn't afford any mistakes. He activated the enchantments on his suit, rendering himself invisible to both sight and magical detection.

Slowly, he moved around the room, scanning the displays for any information that could prove useful. The screens flickered with various data points—mission reports, surveillance footage, communications logs. He spotted a section dedicated to Ultron, detailing sightings, suspected hideouts, and known associates. But what caught his eye was a file labeled "Project Deadnite."

His heart skipped a beat as he moved closer, his eyes scanning the contents. The file contained detailed reports on his activities, speculation about his abilities, and potential threats he posed. There were references to disturbances and anomalies that SHIELD had linked with Deadnite. It was clear they were trying to piece together who Deadnite was and what he wanted.

Harry felt a mix of satisfaction and concern. They're aware, but they don't know. He needed to keep it that way. He quickly memorized the critical details and then turned his attention to another set of files—communications with Helen Cho and her research on the Regeneration Cradle. There were encrypted messages, funding authorizations, and mission logs indicating SHIELD's deep involvement.

Just as he was about to dig deeper, he heard footsteps approaching. His heart raced, but he remained calm, moving silently to a shadowed corner of the room. The door opened, and two agents walked in, their voices low but clear in the stillness.

e duplicated the files on Deadnite and placed a charm on the copies. He slipped the enchanted duplicates back where he found them. The charm was intricate; the moment anyone touched the files, they would disintegrate into nothing, leaving no trace.

With that precaution in place, Harry turned his attention to his next target: Phil Coulson's office. He moved stealthily through the dimly lit corridors, his footsteps silent against the polished floors. The tension in the air was palpable, every shadow potentially hiding an unseen observer.

As he approached Coulson's office, Harry encountered two agents on rotation. Their vigilance was commendable, but Harry's invisibility charm allowed him to slip past them unnoticed. He reached the door to Coulson's office, which was digitally locked. He flicked his wrist, and his wand flew into his hand.

"Aberto," he whispered, pointing his wand at the lock.

The digital codes on the display scrambled, flickering with an array of colors before settling on a green access indicator. The door clicked open, and Harry slipped inside, careful to close it softly behind him. Unbeknownst to Harry, a silent alarm had been tripped the moment he bypassed the lock.

Coulson's office was a blend of meticulous order and functional efficiency. Files were neatly stacked on the desk, and the walls were lined with shelves holding an array of classified documents and mission reports. Harry moved quickly, his eyes scanning for anything that could provide more insight into SHIELD's operations and their knowledge of Deadnite.

He began with the files on Coulson's desk, flipping through reports with practiced efficiency. Each document was filled with strategic information, detailing SHIELD's ongoing operations, including their surveillance on various individuals and their plans to counter emerging threats. The level of detail was staggering, each line revealing more about the breadth of SHIELD's reach.

Harry found the file labeled "Project Deadnite.'' This one was more in depth and marked in bold. 'Phillip Coulson eyes only'. His heart raced as he opened it, the pages filled with observations, conjectures, and analyses of his activities. They had tracked his movements, noted his interactions with known associates, and even speculated on his abilities. The depth of their knowledge was unsettling, but it also confirmed Harry's suspicions—they didn't truly know who he was.

He continued to sift through the files, uncovering more about SHIELD's involvement with Helen Cho and the Regeneration Cradle. Correspondences, encrypted communications, and mission logs painted a picture of deep collaboration and vested interest. Harry's mind raced, piecing together the implications of SHIELD's influence and their potential motives.

As Harry continued to sift through the Project Deadnite file, he came across a section that made his heart skip a beat. The file listed possible suspects for Deadnite's true identity. Names that meant nothing to Harry- like Bucky Barnes, Reed Richards, Robert Reynolds, and Victor von Doom were among them, most of them crossed out. But one name stood out—Harry Potter, circled in red ink.

A chill ran down Harry's spine. They suspect me but how, he thought, a mix of anxiety and resolve washing over him. He knew he had to act fast. He duplicated the file, placing the same disintegration charm on the copy, ensuring it would vanish if anyone tried to access it.

Harry pulled out his portable A.I. tool, a small, sleek device. He hooked it up to Phil Coulson's computer, its interface glowing softly as it powered on. With practiced efficiency, He injected the program and accessed the encrypted files from Coulson's computer.

The process was tense and nerve-wracking. Every few seconds, Harry glanced around, ensuring no one was approaching. The quiet hum of the A.I. tool working its magic was the only sound in the room, a stark contrast to the chaos that could erupt if he were discovered.

As the program took hold, Harry's screen filled with data from Coulson's computer. The bright light illuminated his face, casting sharp shadows in the dimly lit room. He scanned the information rapidly, his eyes darting over reports, emails, and confidential files.

He found more details about Project Deadnite, including surveillance logs and intelligence reports. The level of detail was both impressive and alarming. SHIELD had been thorough, leaving almost no stone unturned in their quest to uncover Deadnite's identity.

Harry's heart pounded as he read through the list of suspects, his own name circled ominously. He needed to know how close they were to confirming their suspicions and what steps they planned to take next. The tension in the room was almost suffocating, every second feeling like an eternity.

Suddenly, Harry noticed a folder marked "Priority Operations." His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before he opened it. Inside, he found a series of memos and directives from high-ranking SHIELD officials. One document, in particular, caught his eye—it detailed a plan to intensify surveillance on the top suspects for Deadnite.

His breath caught in his throat. They were planning to ramp up their efforts, deploying more resources to monitor his movements and interactions. The implications were clear—if he didn't take action soon, SHIELD would inevitably close in on him.

Harry worked quickly, copying the most crucial files and notes. He then executed the disintegration charm through the on the duplicates, ensuring that if SHIELD tried to access these files, they would vanish without a trace. The A.I. tool continued to work silently, extracting as much information as possible.

Every few seconds, Harry glanced at the door, the tension mounting with each passing moment. He knew he was on borrowed time. Any minute now, someone could walk in and discover his intrusion. He needed to finish and get out before that happened.

With the critical files copied and safely stored, Harry knew there was one more piece of information he needed: the location of SHIELD's vibranium stash. He reconnected his portable A.I. tool and accessed the secured files about vibranium. The computer hummed quietly, the bright screen casting a stark light in the dim room.

As he navigated through the encrypted files, Harry's fingers moved with practiced precision. He finally found the file he was looking for: detailed information about the vibranium SHIELD had in its possession. The file included maps, security protocols, and the exact location of the vibranium within the SHIELD facility.

Harry's eyes scanned the map, committing the details to memory. The vibranium was stored in a high-security vault located deep within the facility. The vault was protected by multiple layers of security, including biometric scanners and armed guards. It wouldn't be easy to access, but Harry had faced worse odds before.

He made sure everything was put back in order, closing the files and ensuring there were no traces of his intrusion. He shut down the computer, the room plunging into a brief silence before the hum of the A.I. tool resumed. He carefully unplugged the device, tucking it back into his pocket.

As Harry prepared to leave, he heard faint footsteps approaching. He looked up and saw flashlights flickering around the corridors outside. These security agents were on high alert.

With a deep breath, Harry activated his disillusionment charm, blending into the shadows. He moved silently to the door, peeking out to assess the situation. The agents were methodically searching each room, their voices low but tense.

Harry slipped out of Coulson's office, carefully navigating the dimly lit corridors. The agents' flashlights created a shifting pattern of light and shadow, making the environment even more tense. He needed to get to the vibranium vault without being detected.

The Triskelion, SHIELD's massive headquarters, was a labyrinthine maze of corridors, checkpoints, and high-tech security measures. He moved with calculated precision, the disillusionment charm rendering him invisible to both the naked eye and the myriad of surveillance technologies in place.

Navigating through the dimly lit hallways, Harry slipped by numerous security details. Every stationed checkpoint was a potential threat, but his charm held strong, allowing him to pass undetected. The agents moved with purpose, their eyes scanning for any signs of intrusion, but they remained oblivious to Harry's presence.

The corridors twisted and turned, each one looking almost identical, but Harry's keen sense of direction and photographic memory kept him on track. He approached each checkpoint with caution, waiting for the perfect moment to slip through undetected. The tension was palpable, every step a test of his nerves and skills.

Finally, he reached the vault elevator. It was heavily guarded, but the agents stationed there were momentarily distracted by a report coming through their earpieces. Harry seized the opportunity, slipping into the elevator just as the doors began to close. He pressed the button for the vault level, feeling the slight lurch as the elevator descended into the depths of the Triskelion.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing a long corridor leading to the vault. Harry stepped out, his senses on high alert. The vault door at the end of the corridor was massive, made of ten-inch-thick steel with multiple layers of security. It was designed to be impenetrable.

Harry approached the door, examining the sophisticated security measures. Biometric scanners, passcode entries, and magical wards were all in place. A simple charm wouldn't suffice here; he needed a plan. His mind raced, considering his options. Maybe I could combine a series of spells to bypass each layer of security? he thought, his brow furrowing in concentration.

Just as he was about to begin, he heard voices approaching. Harry quickly found a hiding place behind a stack of crates, his heart pounding in his chest. He peered out, his breath hitching as he saw two guards wheeling a cart. Walking alongside them was a more professionally dressed agent, and to Harry's shock, Helen Cho.

Why the hell is she here? Harry's mind raced, trying to piece together the situation. She's supposed to be missing. Was SHIELD lying? What's going on?

The inner monologue was frantic, questions bombarding his mind. Is she here willingly? Has she been coerced? He watched as the group approached the vault door, his eyes narrowing as the professionally dressed agent input the security codes and scanned his biometrics. The vault door slowly opened, revealing the vibranium inside.

Harry's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. If Helen is here, maybe SHIELD isn't the enemy, or perhaps they're using her. Either way, I need to get her out and secure the vibranium before Ultron makes his move.

He remained hidden, observing every detail. The agent exchanged a few words with the guards, their voices low but clear in the stillness of the corridor. Helen looked composed, her expression neutral, but Harry sensed a tension in her posture. She's not here by choice, he concluded, his resolve hardening.

As the group moved inside the vault, Harry knew he had to act fast. He needed to get to Helen, secure the vibranium, and escape before they realized what was happening. The disillusionment charm had kept him hidden so far, but the closer he got to the heart of SHIELD's operations, the greater the risk.

With the vault door slowly closing, Harry slipped through just in time, his heart pounding. The inside of the vault was filled with crates of vibranium, their powerful energy almost palpable. He watched as the agent directed the guards to unload the cart, their movements efficient and practiced.

Harry's eyes locked onto Helen, silently willing her to look his way. He needed to get her attention without alerting the others. His mind raced with possibilities, each one fraught with risk.

Stay calm, Harry. Think. He focused, channeling his magic subtly. A soft, almost imperceptible breeze brushed against Helen's cheek, causing her to glance around. Her eyes widened slightly as they settled on the seemingly empty space where Harry stood. He saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes, the briefest nod that told him she understood.

Harry waited for the right moment, the tension almost unbearable. The guards and the agent were busy with the vibranium, their attention diverted. He inched closer to Helen, his movements slow and deliberate.

The group approached the vault door, the professionally dressed agent inputting the security codes and scanning his biometrics. The vault door slowly opened, revealing the vibranium inside.

As they started unloading the cart, the guards suddenly received a report through their earpieces. They turned, their expressions shifting from professionalism to suspicion. "What's going on here?" one of the guards demanded, pointing his gun at Helen. "Step away from the cart."

The professionally dressed agent's face twisted in confusion and anger. "Helen, what the hell is going on?"

Helen's eyes were wide with bewilderment. "I don't understand," she stammered. "I'm just here to—"

Before she could finish, the cart erupted. Ultron tore his way out, his metallic form glinting menacingly under the vault's lights. With lightning speed, he killed the guards, their bodies crumpling to the floor. The professional agent barely had time to react before Ultron's cold, calculating eyes turned to Helen.

"One job, Helen. One job," Ultron said, his voice dripping with sarcastic disdain. "And you still managed to get caught."

Chaos erupted in the vault as the guards' lifeless bodies hit the floor. Harry remained hidden, his mind racing. Ultron's here. This complicates everything.

Ultron's laugh was cold and mechanical. "Plans change, Helen. Adapt or perish." He turned his attention to the vibranium, clearly intent on taking it all.

Harry knew he had to act. He couldn't let Ultron get away with the vibranium or harm Helen further. He moved stealthily, positioning himself closer to the crates of vibranium. The tension was almost unbearable, every second feeling like an eternity.

As Ultron began to gather the vibranium, Harry saw his chance. He deactivated the disillusionment charm and stepped out of the shadows, his wand at the ready

As chaos erupted in the vault, Harry knew he had to act quickly. The sight of Helen Cho under Ultron's control sent a wave of determination through him. He deactivated the disillusionment charm and stepped out of the shadows, his wand at the ready.

"Leave her alone, Ultron," Harry commanded, his voice steady despite the rising tension.

Ultron turned, his eyes narrowing with a hint of amusement. "Ah, Deadnite. I wondered when you'd show up. Here to save the day?"

Harry's grip on his wand tightened. "Something like that." He cast a powerful spell, "Incendia Maxima," sending a massive wave of fire toward Ultron.

Ultron moved with blinding speed, dodging the spell effortlessly. His laugh echoed through the vault, cold and mocking. "Is that the best you've got? I've learned a lot since our last fight."

Harry didn't waste a moment, casting another spell in rapid succession. "Fractus Glacialis!" Shards of ice erupted from his wand, hurtling towards Ultron with deadly precision.

The vault lit up with the flashes of magic, reminiscent of the epic duels he had witnessed in his past. But Ultron was faster, his movements almost a blur as he dodged every attack.

"You're persistent, I'll give you that," Ultron taunted, easily sidestepping the ice shards. "But persistence without skill is just stubbornness."

Harry gritted his teeth, refusing to let Ultron's words rattle him. He focused, channeling his magic with greater intensity. He conjured a wave of wind, "Tempestus Vortex," sending a swirling tornado toward Ultron, but the android merely laughed, darting to the side and avoiding the powerful gusts.

"You'll have to do better than that," Ultron sneered, his voice mocking. "Is this what passes for a hero these days?"

Helen stood motionless with vacant eyes, a constant reminder of what was at stake. Harry knew he had to break Ultron's control over her, but first, he had to gain the upper hand in this battle.

With a flick of his wand, Harry summoned bolts of lightning, "Fulminis Aether," crackling through the air towards Ultron. The bolts struck the steel walls, sending sparks flying as Ultron dodged again, his movements almost mocking in their ease.

"You're making this too easy, Deadnite," Ultron said, his tone condescending. "I expected more of a challenge."

Harry's frustration grew, but he refused to let it cloud his judgment. He focused, channeling his magic inward. He envisioned the spells weaving together, forming a net of energy. He opened his eyes, releasing the net towards Ultron. "Retia Ardens!"

Ultron's eyes widened slightly as the net of energy expanded, its glow intensifying. For a moment, it seemed as if the net would ensnare him, but with a burst of speed, Ultron leapt into the air, narrowly escaping the trap.

"Nice try," Ultron said, landing gracefully. "But not good enough."

The android launched himself at Harry, faster than ever. Harry barely had time to conjure a shield, "Protego Totalum," the force of Ultron's blow sending him staggering back. He recovered quickly, his wand movements fluid as he cast another spell, but Ultron was relentless, dodging and countering with precision.

"You can't win this, Deadnite," Ultron taunted, striking again. "You're outmatched."

Harry's determination only hardened. He summoned all his magical strength, casting a spell of pure, raw energy. "Lux Ignis!" The air crackled with power as the spell shot towards Ultron, who once again dodged with infuriating ease.

"Impressive, but futile," Ultron said, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You're fighting a losing battle."

Harry's frustration reached its peak. He needed to find a way to turn the tide. His eyes darted to Helen, still standing motionless. If I can just break Ultron's control over her...

With renewed resolve, Harry conjured a swirling vortex of fire and ice, "Ignis Glacies Tempestus," aiming to disrupt Ultron's movements. The vault shook with the force of the spell, the building beginning to crumble under the strain.

The agents outside the vault, sensing the chaos within, began firing their weapons. Bullets ricocheted off the walls, adding to the pandemonium. Harry dodged the gunfire, using spells to deflect the bullets. "Deflectus Maxima!"

"Your tricks won't work on me," Ultron said, his tone almost bored. "Face it, Deadnite. You're out of your league."

Harry's mind raced for a solution. He had faced insurmountable odds before, and he knew he couldn't give up now. He cast a series of diversionary spells, "Illusio Fulgur," creating blinding flashes of light, and "Umbra Tenebrae," casting deep shadows to obscure his movements. In the midst of the confusion, he focused on Helen, casting a subtle spell aimed at breaking Ultron's hold on her mind.

For a moment, Helen's eyes flickered, a hint of recognition breaking through the haze. But Ultron noticed, his expression darkening. "Nice try, Deadnite," he snarled, launching himself at Harry with deadly intent.

Harry barely managed to deflect the blow, the force of it sending him skidding across the floor. He got to his feet, determination burning in his eyes. He knew he had to keep fighting, not just for himself, but for Helen and everyone else who depended on him.

Ultron's red eyes gleamed with malice. "I've learned a lot since our last encounter, Deadnite. Let's see if your tricks can keep up."

With a flick of his wrist, Deadnite cast "Fulmen Ignitus!" A torrent of blue lightning surged from his wand, crackling through the air towards Ultron. The AI dodged, the electricity blasting into the wall behind him, leaving a smoldering crater.

Ultron retaliated with a plasma blast from his arm, which Deadnite narrowly avoided by casting "Aetherius Velo!" A shimmering shield appeared before him, absorbing the impact of the plasma.

"Impressive, but still not enough," Ultron mocked. He aimed another blast, this time at the ceiling, causing debris to rain down on Deadnite.

"Dirae Vortex!" Deadnite shouted, and a spiraling vortex of wind erupted from his wand, deflecting the debris away and creating a temporary barrier.

As they battled, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents entered the fray, their bullets and energy blasts contributing to the chaos. Both Deadnite and Ultron moved with lightning speed, dodging projectiles and each other's attacks.

"Destruo Tempestas!" Deadnite cast, and a violent storm of fiery hailstones formed, pelting Ultron and causing the AI to stagger.

Ultron retaliated with a new tactic, extending his arm and launching a swarm of nanobots. "I've adapted, Deadnite. Let's see how you handle this."

Deadnite responded quickly, "Incendio Torrentis!" A roaring wave of fire surged forth, incinerating the nanobots in mid-air. The intense heat warped the metal vault walls, adding to the destruction.

Suddenly, Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver, appeared out of nowhere, smashing into Deadnite with incredible speed and force, pinning him against the wall. "Why fight? Why work with the Avengers?" Pietro demanded, his grip on Deadnite's suit tightening.

Before Deadnite could respond, a distant whoosh and a red gleam came straight for Pietro. With his superhuman reflexes, Pietro dodged it, but the force behind the attack hit Deadnite square in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

As Deadnite struggled to regain his breath, Pietro's eyes narrowed. "You don't belong here, Deadnite. You think you can play hero?"

Deadnite's voice was strained but defiant. "I don't play hero, Maximoff. I do what's necessary."

Pietro tightened his grip, but before he could say more, Ultron intervened, "Leave him, Pietro. He's not worth our time."

Pietro hesitated, then released Deadnite, who fell to the ground, gasping. Ultron approached, his mechanical voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're quite the nuisance, Deadnite. But even nuisances can be eliminated."

Deadnite rose to his feet, defiance burning in his eyes. "Stellaris Umbra!" he invoked, and the room was suddenly plunged into a void of darkness dotted with twinkling stars. Ultron's sensors struggled to adjust, giving Deadnite a brief advantage.

Deadnite seized the moment, casting "Lacero Exilium!" A beam of pure white energy shot from his wand, striking Ultron square in the chest and sending him crashing into the vault door.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, seeing an opportunity, focused their fire on Ultron, but he quickly recovered, his voice still mocking. "Is that all you've got, Deadnite? I expected more."

Deadnite's determination only grew. "You want more? Fine. Solaris Infinitum!" He raised his wand high, summoning a blinding orb of light that hovered above him before descending upon Ultron with the force of a miniature sun.

Ultron was momentarily engulfed in the searing light, but his reinforced body withstood the attack. "Not bad, Deadnite. But let's see how you handle this!" He unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, forcing Deadnite to cast "Tempus Fluxum!" Time around Deadnite slowed, allowing him to dodge the attacks with precision.

As the battle raged on, the vault's structural integrity continued to deteriorate. Both combatants were relentless, their power evident in the devastation around them. Deadnite knew he had to end this quickly.

Suddenly, Pietro Maximoff appeared out of nowhere, smashing into Deadnite with incredible speed and force, pinning him against the wall. "Why fight? Why work with the Avengers?" Pietro demanded, his grip on Deadnite's suit.

Before Deadnite could respond, a distant whoosh and a red gleam came straight for Pietro. With his superhuman reflexes, Pietro dodged it, but the force behind the attack hit Deadnite square in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

Deadnite, still catching his breath, saw Captain America's iconic shield ricochet through the air, returning to Steve Rogers' hand with precision. Captain America wasted no time, shouting commands to the remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents and Avengers. "Hawkeye, Black Widow, secure the perimeter! Make sure no one else gets in or out! Everyone else, focus on Ultron!"

Ultron's red eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. "Ah, the American icon himself, along with his trusty sidekicks. How quaint. Did you bring the boy scouts too?"

Hawkeye and Black Widow moved with practiced precision, setting up their defensive positions. Clint Barton, ever the marksman, notched an arrow and took aim at Ultron. "Yeah, we did. And we've got a whole quiver full of surprises for you," Hawkeye retorted.

Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, glared at Ultron. "You won't get away this time," she said coldly, readying her batons.

Ultron turned to Pietro. "Maximoff, grab the vibranium and get it back to the base. Now."

Pietro, a blur of motion, sped towards the vibranium. Deadnite, realizing what was happening, raised his wand. "Impedimenta!" he shouted, aiming to slow Pietro down. The spell barely grazed the speedster, who was already past him in a blink.

Deadnite tried to pursue, but Ultron intercepted, flying straight into him. The impact sent Deadnite hurtling through several reinforced walls, the sound of metal and concrete crumbling echoing through the headquarters. Harry felt the air rush out of his lungs as he smashed through each wall, his vision blurring with each impact.

Landing hard, Deadnite struggled to get up, his suit sparking in several places. Ultron hovered above him, a sardonic grin in his mechanical voice. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

Deadnite, grimacing in pain, forced himself to his feet. "Neither do you," he shot back, casting "Confringo Maxima!" A massive explosion erupted from his wand, sending Ultron reeling backward.

Meanwhile, Captain America and the others fought to keep Ultron's forces at bay. Hawkeye's arrows flew with unerring accuracy, taking down drones left and right. Black Widow moved with lethal grace, her batons crackling with electricity as she disabled enemy units.

Pietro, having secured the vibranium, was making his escape. "We need to stop him!" Captain America called out, seeing the speedster vanish down a corridor.

Deadnite, though battered and bruised, wasn't about to let Ultron win. He pointed his wand at the ground. "Evanescere!" The ground beneath him shimmered and shifted, transporting him in a flash to Pietro's path.

Appearing directly in front of the speedster, Deadnite cast "Obscurus Nexus!" A web of dark energy materialized, aiming to ensnare Pietro. But the speedster, with his enhanced reflexes, dodged at the last second, the spell missing him by inches.

Ultron, recovering from Deadnite's explosive spell, flew through the rubble with terrifying speed. He crashed into Deadnite again, this time pinning him to the ground with his immense strength. "Did you really think you could stop me?" Ultron taunted, his grip tightening.

Deadnite's vision blurred, but he refused to give up. "You won't... win," he gasped, his hand struggling to reach his wand.

Captain America, seeing Deadnite in trouble, hurled his shield with all his might. The vibranium disk slammed into Ultron's head, forcing him to release Deadnite.

"Hawkeye, Widow, focus fire on Ultron!" Cap commanded.

As the two Avengers unleashed their attacks on Ultron, Deadnite used the momentary distraction to gather his strength. He cast "Levitas Aeterna!" and floated upwards, his body enveloped in a glowing aura. Summoning every ounce of his magical power, he channeled it into his next spell.

"Ultima Lux!" he roared. A beam of blinding light shot from his wand, striking Ultron with such force that it sent the AI crashing through the ceiling and out of the vault.

Captain America rushed to Deadnite's side. "You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Deadnite, regaining his balance and focus pushed past him, saw Pietro about to leap through the hole in the wall created by Ultron. With quick precision, he fired a tracking charm. "Sequitur Sigillum!" The charm hit Pietro just as he disappeared from sight, ensuring they could follow him.

As Deadnite turned his attention back to the immediate threat, he saw a swarm of Ultron's bots pouring into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. In the chaos, he noticed Helen Cho being grabbed by several of the bots, her screams piercing through the clamor of battle.

Deadnite raised his wand, ready to fire a spell to save her. "Expelli—" But before he could finish, Captain America grabbed his arm, pulling him away. "We need to get out of here, now!"

"Are you insane?" Deadnite shouted, wrenching his arm free as they exited the building. "Helen needs our help!"

Captain America spun around, his expression stern. "We can't save everyone right now! We need to regroup and plan our next move."

Deadnite's eyes flashed with anger, his voice icy. "And what do you propose we do while innocent people are being taken? Sit around and wait?"

"We don't have the manpower to take on Ultron and his bots head-on right now," Cap replied, his tone measured but firm. "We need to be strategic."

"Strategic? Is that what you call it?" Deadnite snapped. "Sacrificing lives for a so-called better plan? That's cowardice."

Captain America's face hardened. "Watch your tone. We're trying to minimize casualties, not increase them by rushing in recklessly."

Deadnite stepped closer, his presence menacing. "Reckless? You don't understand the stakes. People are dying while you hesitate."

Cap met Deadnite's glare with his own steely resolve. "And charging in without a plan will get more people killed, including yourself. We have to be smart about this."

The tension between them was palpable, each refusing to back down. Deadnite's voice lowered, becoming even colder. "You don't get it, Rogers. This isn't just a battle. It's a war. And wars aren't won by playing it safe."

Captain America clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. "And they're not won by acting like a lone wolf. We're a team. We fight together, or we fall apart."

Deadnite's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "I don't need a team to do what's right. If you won't help me, then stay out of my way."

Before Captain America could respond, a massive explosion rocked the building behind them, debris flying everywhere. The argument was cut short as both instinctively shielded themselves from the blast.

Deadnite took one last look at Captain America, his expression one of bitter resolve. "I'll do this with or without you."

With that, he Apparated, disappearing in a flash, leaving Captain America standing alone amidst the chaos.

Harry Apparated into his apartment, the familiar surroundings offering a brief moment of solace before reality set back in. He found Ned and Shuri, who were jolted awake by the sudden noise. Peter Parker lay asleep on the couch, his mask off, still in his Spider-Man gear. The room was filled with a sense of unease as they took in Harry's battered appearance.

Ned's eyes widened as he saw Harry's smoldering armor, pieces of it burnt away. "Harry, what happened?"

Shuri, equally concerned, examined the damaged suit with a practiced eye. "This looks serious. Who did this to you?"

Harry, his expression grim, shook his head. "No time to explain. Shuri, I need you on the computer. Now."

Shuri nodded, sensing the urgency, and moved to the workstation. Harry joined her, quickly plugging in the A.I. tool he had made himself. The small device, sleek and sophisticated, lit up as it connected to the system.

"Alright," Harry said, his voice steady but urgent. "Activate. I need you to create a radar integrated with Google Maps. Encode it to the tracking spell's target of Sequitur Sigillum and start tracking immediately."

The A.I. tool responded in a smooth, mechanical voice. "Understood. Initiating radar integration and encoding to spell target Sequitur Sigillum."

Harry watched as lines of code began to fill the screen, the A.I. working rapidly to fulfill his command. Shuri's fingers flew across the keyboard, assisting with the integration. "I've got the mapping software up. Syncing it with the radar now," she said, her tone focused.

Ned, still looking at Harry with concern, couldn't help but ask again. "Seriously, Harry, what happened out there?"

Harry glanced at his friend, the weight of the recent events clear in his eyes. "Ultron. Pietro. They've taken the vibranium, and we have to stop them."

Peter stirred on the couch, groaning as he woke up. "What's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Trouble," Harry replied shortly. "Big trouble. But right now, we need to find Pietro before it's too late."

The computer screen flickered, and then a detailed map appeared, a red dot blinking steadily on it. The A.I. tool spoke again. "Tracking sequence complete. Target location identified and displayed on the map."

Shuri pointed at the screen. "There, that's where Pietro is. It looks like they're heading towards the outskirts of the city."

Harry nodded, his mind racing with the next steps. "Good. We have a chance to intercept them. Shuri, stay here and keep monitoring. Ned, you too. Peter, we're going after them."

Peter, now fully awake and understanding the gravity of the situation, just looked at Harry."

Harry gave one last look to Ned and Shuri. "Stay safe. We'll update you as soon as we can."

As they landed on the rooftop near the outskirts of the city, Peter ripped off his mask, his chest heaving from the rush of adrenaline. The night was cold, the wind biting at their faces, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing behind Peter's eyes. He spun on Harry, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"You went alone?" Peter's voice was sharp, a quiet fury underlying every word. His jaw clenched, his fists tightened, and Harry could feel the heat of his anger even in the frigid air. "You didn't think to ask any of us? You didn't even tell me—your friend—that you were about to face off with Ultron?"

"Peter, I—" Harry started, but Peter cut him off, his voice rising in pitch, a dangerous edge creeping in.

"No, Harry! No excuses! You went out there, against Ultron, without telling anyone. You didn't give us a chance to help, you didn't trust us enough to know what was happening!" His words were like knives, each one landing with the weight of betrayal. "What the hell were you thinking?"

Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out. The truth was, he didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected this level of anger from Peter. He thought his friend would be upset, maybe, but this? This was something deeper. Rawer.

"I was trying to handle it," Harry muttered, his own defenses kicking in, though his voice lacked the conviction Peter's had. "I didn't want to drag you into something so dangerous, especially with—"

"Especially with what? You thought we couldn't handle it? You thought I couldn't handle it?" Peter's eyes blazed now, his tone bitter and biting. He stepped closer to Harry, his face tight with barely contained rage. "Do you even know what that feels like, Harry? Knowing you're out there fighting Ultron on your own, and we had no clue? No idea if you were alive, if you were dead? You could've died and we would've never known until it was too late!"

Harry's chest tightened at Peter's words, but he tried to push through, to explain. "It wasn't like that, Peter, I was trying to keep everyone safe—"

"Safe?" Peter barked out a harsh laugh, but there was no humor in it, just anger. "You think keeping secrets is keeping us safe? Do you even hear yourself? You're not protecting us, Harry—you're pushing us away! You don't get to decide who gets to be part of the fight and who doesn't! We're a team—" Peter's voice cracked, his frustration boiling over. "Or at least I thought we were. But you—" He gestured wildly with his hands, his voice growing louder with every word. "You just decided to go solo, like none of us matter!"

Harry recoiled at that, the accusation hitting deeper than he wanted to admit. "That's not what I meant," he said through gritted teeth, his frustration starting to bubble beneath the surface. "I had to act fast, Peter. Ultron—"

"I don't care about Ultron!" Peter yelled, his voice breaking with the force of his anger. "I care about you, Harry! We care about you! And you went out there, alone, like an idiot—like you don't have people who've got your back!" Peter's voice dropped suddenly, the anger turning into something sharper, more painful. "Like you don't trust us."

Harry flinched. He hadn't expected Peter to say it like that. "It's not about trust—"

"Then what the hell is it about?" Peter cut him off again, his voice shaking now, his fists trembling at his sides. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you don't think I can handle it. That we can't handle it. What am I to you, Harry? A sidekick? Some backup plan when things get too bad for you to deal with on your own?"

The words hit Harry like a punch to the gut. Peter was more than just a friend—he was practically family. And yet, Harry had shut him out. His breath came out ragged, the weight of what he'd done starting to sink in. "I didn't want you to get hurt, Peter. I didn't want any of you involved in this mess."

Peter's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he stepped even closer, his voice low and venomous. "That's not your decision to make. You don't get to decide that for me. For any of us. We're in this together, Harry, or at least we should be." He jabbed a finger at Harry's chest, the anger pouring out of him in waves now. "But you? You keep thinking you can do everything alone. That you have to. Well, newsflash—you can't. You need us, but you're too damn stubborn to admit it."

Harry felt the burn of shame rising in his chest, but his own frustration was mounting. "It's not that simple, Peter!" he snapped, his voice louder now, matching Peter's intensity. "This isn't some petty schoolyard fight. We're talking about Ultron—a psychotic AI who could wipe us out if we make one wrong move. I didn't want to drag you or Ned into that kind of danger!"

"WE'RE ALREADY IN IT!" Peter roared, his face inches from Harry's now, his voice trembling with barely controlled fury. "We've been in this since the day we met, since the day we became friends! But you—you still don't get it. You think you're protecting us, but all you're doing is hurting us! Do you know what it felt like, getting that call from Ned, realizing you were out there fighting alone, wondering if I'd find your body in some alley because you were too damn proud to ask for help?"

Harry winced, the raw pain in Peter's voice cutting through his own anger. He hadn't thought of it like that. He hadn't thought of what Peter and Ned must've felt when they realized what he'd done. But Peter wasn't done.

"You're not some invincible hero, Harry!" Peter's voice was shaking now, tears welling up in his eyes as the frustration and fear finally cracked through his anger. "You think I don't know what it's like to feel like the whole world's on your shoulders? To feel like you have to be the one to fix everything? I get it, okay? But the difference is, I don't get to just walk away from the people who care about me. You do this all the time—you shut us out, push us away, and you think it's noble, but it's not! It's selfish!"

The word hit Harry like a slap. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. He had never seen Peter like this—so hurt, so angry, so desperate to get through to him.

"You don't get to decide what's too dangerous for us, Harry," Peter continued, his voice breaking. "We choose to be here with you. We choose to fight by your side. But you keep treating us like... like we're just bystanders in your war."

Harry swallowed hard, his own anger deflating as the reality of Peter's words sunk in. "I didn't want to lose you," Harry whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't want to lose anyone else."

Peter's shoulders slumped, and for a moment, the two of them just stood there in silence, the wind whipping around them. "You won't lose us, Harry," Peter said, his voice softer now, but still carrying the weight of everything he'd said. "But you will if you keep shutting us out. If you keep going off on your own like this, one day... one day, you won't come back. And we'll be the ones left behind, wondering why you didn't trust us enough to let us help."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken apologies and realizations. Harry could feel the guilt gnawing at him, the realization of how much he'd hurt Peter, how much he'd taken for granted. Peter was right. He had been selfish.

"You're right," Harry admitted, his voice steady, though his heart was heavy with regret. "I've been treating you like... like I'm the only one who can handle this. But I'm not. I should've trusted you. I should've let you in."

Peter's gaze softened, but the hurt didn't entirely disappear. "You should've. Because this isn't just about Ultron or whatever threat comes next. This is about us. Our friendship. You keep doing this, Harry, and I don't know if I can keep standing by while you push me away."

Harry's heart sank at those words. Losing Peter—truly losing him—was a thought too painful to bear. "I don't want to lose you, Peter," Harry said quietly, the vulnerability clear in his voice. "I promise. I'll do better. I'll let you in."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The cold night air swirled around them, but the tension between them began to ease, bit by bit.

Peter sighed, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion. "I just want to be treated like I belong in the fight, Harry. I want you to trust me. That's all."

"I do," Harry said earnestly. "I do trust you. And I'll prove it. No more shutting you out. No more going solo."

Peter nodded, though the weight of their argument still lingered in the air. "Good. Because the next time you pull something like this? I'm not letting it slide."

Harry let out a small, tired laugh. "I don't think I'd survive another one of these conversations."

Peter managed a smirk, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "No, you wouldn't."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the tension still present but no longer suffocating. Harry could feel the fracture in their friendship slowly beginning to heal, though it would take time.

"Let's go deal with Ultron," Peter said, slipping his mask back on. His voice was steadier now, but there was still an edge of weariness. "Together this time. No more playing lone wolf."

Harry nodded, grateful that Peter hadn't walked away for good. "Together."