Welcome back to Forged Through Resilience! Ch. 7 is here. Of course, we do not own HP or Avengers. Despite rumors and reviews to the contrary, this fic is not abandoned. Thanks, of course, go to Nauze and Philip Tomarys for their ongoing work on the chapter.

"All personnel, the evacuation order has been confirmed. Proceed to your designated vehicles for off-campus evacuation. I repeat, this is not a drill."

Harry shot a quick glance towards his two superiors. Each met with a solemn expression - both subtle, but still present; the alert received prior had them all uneasy.

All across the campus, the announcement played on repeat. The concerns behind it likely a factor in his superiors' mood. While Fury made little to no effort to conceal his troubled yet curious countenance, Maria appeared to maintain a firm facade over hers.

"First documented notice was approximately five hours ago," Coulson spoke, quickly trying to catch the group up to speed as he guided them into the main facility. "Irregular spikes of electronic interference. Techs passed it off as a fluke. That was until the more delicate systems around the cube suddenly short-circuited. So we had Dr. Selvig roused."

"And what of his observations?" Fury asked as the doors to the empty elevator the group had entered hissed shut.

A slight bump was felt through the elevator cabin before it quickly began to descend into the bowels of the main facility.

"Dr. Selvig read an energy surge from the Tesseract four hours ago," Coulson dutifully replied as he pulled his sunglasses off and pocketed them.

A slight ding and hiss sounded before the elevator doors opened, alerting the group to the frantic denizens beneath dashing through the halls and blaring alert sirens.

"NASA didn't authorize Selvig to go to Test Phase," Fury said.

"He wasn't testing it," Coulson responded. "He wasn't even in the room. Spontaneous event."

"It just turned itself on?" Maria broke in, tinged with doubt.

"Where are the energy levels now?" Fury continued, leaving Hill's question unanswered. Harry met Hill's annoyed eyes but decided to remain silent.

"Climbing," Coulson answered. "When Selvig couldn't shut it down, we ordered evac."

"How long to get everyone out?" Was Fury's follow-up.

"Campus should be clear in the next half-hour." Came Coulson's response.

"Do better."

Coulson nodded before detaching from the group to carry out the director's orders.

There was a moment of the group walking in silence as they began to descend down a curved flight of stairs. Only the slight creak of metal beneath their boots could be made out over the alarms sounding behind them.

"Sir, evacuation may be futile," Hill spoke, a grim undertone within her voice.

"We should tell them to go back to sleep?" Fury quipped.

Hill raised a hand, preemptively, "If we can't control the Tesseract's energy, there may not be a minimum safe distance."

"If the cube could be transported to an empty area, we wouldn't need to worry about evacuation," Harry offered, only to receive a stare from Fury.

"We don't know if your magic may agitate the Tesseract further," Fury said as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "I would rather we test that in a controlled environment rather than a situation such as this. As for now, I want you away from the Tesseract. Hill, I need you to make sure the Phase Two prototypes are shipped out. Take Potter with you."

Maria blinked several times as if to process the director's words. "Sir, is that really a priority right now?" A sense of frustration underlining her words, resulting in a sudden halt from Fury as he turned to glare back at her.

"Until such time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on," Fury firmly iterated, looking down at both Harry and Hill, forcing her to exhale in vexation. "Clear out the tech below. Every piece of Phase Two on a truck and gone."

"Yes sir," Hill acknowledged, her visage now emotionless. Turning to Harry, "With me."

Immediately, the two heavily armored guards by the atrium's entrance began following Hill and Harry down a short flight of stairs.

Turning into a long grey passageway, Harry couldn't help notice how stiff Hill's walk had become. While the change was almost imperceptible, the slightly longer strides, absence of sway, and tenseness present in her shoulder posture gave it away.

Stepping past the hallway gate and into the garage, Hill immediately directed the guards to assist the crew in the loading bay. Container upon container of grey crates piled the sides and loading bay of the garage.

As the crew began loading the crates onto the matte-black trucks, Harry found himself standing aimlessly beside his rather irked handler, who was clearly forcing herself to calm down. Her eyes were closed and her exhales controlled as she rested her right hand on the top of her thigh holster.

"You don't agree." Even a blind person could see it. Clearly, the order to clear out tech instead of securing evacuation of personnel hadn't earned Fury any points with his deputy director.

Maria Hill said nothing in reply to Harry's statement as she approached one of the loading bay workers. "Status of the Phase Two prototypes?"

"Loading the last of it now, ma'am," the worker replied as he gestured to the end of the garage where several filled trucks were waiting. "We have two more crates in the back but we're set to leave in a few minutes."

"And where's your escort?" The blank look on the man's face spoke volumes. "Grab anyone available and have them escort the cargo. Standard protection detail. We are not sending out those prototypes unguarded. You have two minutes, go."

The worker furiously nodded as he scrambled off.

"I swear," Maria finally directed Harry's way as he observed everything with a rather disinterested gaze. "What I need right now is a cocktail and a lobotomy."

"I think you may have made him piss his trousers," Harry said with a small hint of amusement. "Just a bit."

"If he can't do his job properly then he should be fired for incompetence," Maria sniffed minutely as a trolley with the final two crates appeared on the loading stage.

Whatever Harry was going to say was interrupted when a tremor shook the facility, warranting a quick nervous look from both Maria and Harry towards the ceiling.

"That didn't sound good." Harry voiced as he turned back to his handler. Maria said nothing as she motioned Harry to follow her.

The two left the stage and entered the loading bay where arrays of shelves sat empty. It was always odd to see such large spaces completely deserted. Conducting a quick clean sweep of the area assured the two that all the cargo that had been present was already loaded up or transported away.

Walking down one of the barren aisles, Harry found his mind wandering back to the situation upstairs. Fury seemed rather set on the decision to vacate everything belonging to Phase Two, - a decision that Hill appeared to be bothered by. Knowing his handler and Fury rather well, he could aptly deduce that Fury was prioritizing a personal pet project, what Phase Two entailed specifically however, Harry had no clue.

Fury, much like Professor Dumbledore, liked to keep his cards close to his chest. He tended not to reveal his hand until he needed to. Personally, Harry believed the focus should have been directed more towards getting people out instead of Phase Two. After all, anything of importance would have been backed up on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database servers.

"Bay is clear, I suggest we leave with the rest of the group as well," Harry spoke as he rejoined Hill back at the entrance to the loading bay.

As they made their way back to the loading stage, a small group entered the garage in front of them.

"I need these vehicles." The person in front, a special agent the two recognized as Barton, informed Maria as the group began approaching a truck and sedan.

Both Hill and Harry stared in befuddlement at the odd entourage. Besides Barton, there was Dr. Selvig, an additional agent, and some sleek-haired man with leather robes grasping a lustrous golden and silver spear.

"Who's that?" Hill asked.

"They didn't tell me," Barton replied as he made his way to the truck.

As Hill and Harry turned away to focus back on clearing the garage, a static fizz sounded from Hill's radio.

"Hill!" Fury's voice broke out, leaving both Harry and Hill unaware of the group suddenly freezing behind them. "Do you copy? Barton has turned."

In the split second during which the transmission was received, Hill managed to identify Barton turning hostile before she pushed Harry backwards and dove to the nearest source of cover. As Harry skidded backwards behind a stone pillar, he swiftly ejected his pistol from his holster.

With continuous gunshots forcing Hill to stay behind cover, Harry peeked out and began returning fire. Three shots, straight towards the source of the gunfire, found Barton scurrying backwards and jumping into the truck. As Harry sought to readjust himself, a blue streak impacted the column in front of him, blowing it to rubble in addition to knocking him down.

"Potter!" Hill called out as the truck and sedan began to accelerate. Gunshots rang out through the garage before Harry could feel fingers resting against his neck, Quickly, Harry pushed them away.

"They have the Tesseract!" Harry could faintly hear Fury say through Hill's radio as she helped him to his feet. "Shut them down!"

"I'm fine," Harry scowled as he gestured to one of the jeeps sitting idly. "Let's go."

"Good, because I don't think I would have been able to come back for you if you weren't." Hill snorted as she leaped into the driver's seat. Immediately, she floored the accelerator.

"I can feel the love," Harry responded dryly, "I think now would be a good time for me to use magic."

"Can you make it discreet?" Maria Hill replied as they accelerated past a line of cars. "Last thing we need is a showcase of your abilities to general personnel."

"Depends on them," Harry said as he noticed Barton's truck approaching a merge with their own road.

There was a screech as Maria drifted the jeep into a one-eighty before slamming head to head against Barton's truck. A grunt of exertion forced itself from both of them as they were still propelled backwards due to Barton's greater momentum and engine strength.

Gunfire was immediately exchanged between them. While Hill was multitasking between keeping the vehicle steady and firing upon Barton, Harry was completely free to focus on stopping Barton's truck.

A combination of a blasting curse and gunfire managed to completely decimate the windshield of Barton's truck, forcing him to swerve a little.

"Damnit, keep it steady!" Harry growled as he was nearly launched out the side as the vehicle jerked violently.

"Would you like to try?" Hill fired back as she ducked in her seat in time to avoid two gunshots that found themselves going through her headrest.

Harry ignored her comment as he pulled himself up from his seat. Gaining a small height advantage, Harry was able to keep Barton pinned low in his seat firing a series of gunshots and a single charm. That was until a streak of blue forced him to swing wildly from his position. Looking up, Harry was able to see the sleek-haired man staring straight at him.

"Bugger me," Harry growled as he readjusted his aim to fire at the unknown.

Harry didn't even blink as he emptied the rest of his magazine into the unknown in front of him, only to stare in bemusement as the bullets bounced off the smirking hostile.

A second jet of blue impacted the windshield, forcing Harry to roll over the jeep's roll cage and onto its hood. A quick peek had Harry's eyes widening behind his mask as he eyed the amount of damage the jeep just took.

"Bombarda!" Harry hissed as he waved his arm at the truck in front of him.

The blast forced the two vehicles apart as Barton's truck immediately began spinning erratically as a result of Harry's spell. In the meantime, Harry found himself thrown off onto the road where he began to roll over and over before coming to an unceremonious stop - several meters away from the spear and an agitated unknown.

The unknown grunted as he pushed himself to his feet before locking eyes with Harry, then his spear, then finally to the dilemma up ahead.

"That was annoying." The man spoke as he tilted his head to the side. "And quite unnecessary."

"Who are you?" Harry ordered as he glared at the man in front of him, despite the fact that the man wouldn't be able to see so due to Harry's mask,

"Who am I?" the man asked before his face broke out with a wide grin. "Who am I? I am a god. I am Loki, the rightful king of Asgard. "

A flurry of knives shot forth from him, forcing Harry to erect a shield to protect himself. In return, Harry transfigured the rocks beneath his feet into spears before launching them straight towards Loki. As if injected with the fluidness and grace of a dancer, Loki swiftly dodged the transfigured spears before several copies of the man appeared. Each with a hunger in their eyes and twin knives in their hands.

"Here we go," Harry hummed as he summoned a whip of fire.

Flicking his whip at the charging group of hostiles, Harry found himself shocked when all of them turned into fading glows of green and a singular Loki falling towards him with his spear aimed directly at him. Spinning to the right, Harry found himself avoiding being nearly clipped until a pair of boots planted themselves against his torso and launched him into the tunnel wall.

As Harry pushed himself to his feet, he quickly smacked the ground and uttered a curse. Responding to his will, the ground trembled violently, eliciting a grunt somewhere off to his right. With a flourish of his arm, a span of arrows was conjured in the air in front of him. And with a forward thrust of Harry's arm, the arrows whistled off.

Several thuds alerted Harry to the success of his attack. Looking up, Harry could see a furious expression on the man's face as he ripped two arrows from his leather robes and tossed them onto the ground.

A wave of the man's hand found Harry restrained and lifted into the air with a swirl of magic.

"You think you can use magic against me?" the man growled. "Don't even think for a second you could compare to me."

With an opening of his hand, Harry felt himself launched back with his back suffering a harsh impact against the tunnel wall a second time.

"Incendio," Harry gasped as a jet of fire spiraled straight towards where Harry last saw Loki. The grim satisfaction Harry felt instantly turned to annoyance when Loki disappeared in a glow of green.

An explosion sounded from deep within the facility, alerting the two to the avalanching of crumbling rocks approaching their direction.

"I suppose this is where I leave you," A snarl came from several meters away where Loki began making his way to the destroyed vehicles. With a wave of a hand, the truck he was previously occupying reformed itself back into pristine condition. "Do enjoy what little time you have left."

The sound of tires squealing finally jolted Harry into pulling himself from out of the hole he made and limping to the jeep. Inside, he found Maria Hill unconscious with a bloody wound on her temple. Grabbing a hold of her arm, Harry twisted on the spot and reappeared outside.

Collapsing on the grassy terrain, Harry rolled onto his back and stared up at the night sky.

"Hill. Hill, do you copy?"

Harry looked to see where the voice was coming from to which he identified to be the radio on her belt.

"This is Operative Potter." Harry radioed in as he began to nurse the headache that was beginning to develop. "Agent Hill is down. A lot of men are also still under, I don't know how many are still alive."

There was a pause on the line before the voice, which Harry managed to identify as Fury's, began to speak again. "Sound a general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase."

"Negative, sir," Harry said he gazed back off into the distance. "I've got a tracker on Barton. We can devote everyone to rescue until we figure out our next step,"

"Understood Potter, get it done." Fury answered, "Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war."

"What do we do?" asked Phil. He sounded wearier than Harry had ever heard the man.

Fury didn't respond immediately, and Harry felt something fall in the pit of his stomach.

The flight back to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mobile base was somber. Harry was not happy with how the night had gone. Not for the first time since leaving P.E.G.A.S.U.S., Harry found himself wondering what he could have done differently. Next to him, Phil seemed to be staring off into space.

"Are you worried?" asked Phil.

"Can you believe we're fighting a deity? From a different dimension," Harry muttered half to himself, "The rescue teams will certainly have a field day trying to sift through that rubble."

"Yes, they will. The preliminary numbers are not inspiring. I would think that you've seen some crazy things," responded Phil with a smirk on his lips.

"Yes, but seeing and believing are two different things." Harry pulled out his phone. "Looks like I won't be home for a while."

"You've had your fair share of long absences. Another one wouldn't hurt." Phil waved off his concerns.

"Doesn't mean that I don't like to sleep in the safety and security of my own bed," Harry retorted. He frowned softly before speaking, "Besides, there's this pub with great food near my place. Most of the crazy things that seem to happen in this world tend to occur in and around the United States. I like the relative quiet of London."

Harry looked over at the man and let a small smile fall into place, "You know, you're probably the only agent that I think of by their first name. Last names for everyone else. Fury, Barton, Romanoff, Hill, all of them I think of by their last names."

"Well," Phil retorted, "you don't even go by your name. Only people who use it are me, the Director, and Hill."

"So, where will you be sending me?" asked Harry, changing the subject.

"India. I am going to call in Agent Romanoff to bring in Dr. Banner. you'll be there as back up," responded Phil, grabbing the tablet that had been lying on the seat next to him. "According to your report last year, you said you could kill the Hulk if needed?"

"Yes, I believe so," said Harry. He looked down at his own tablet, where an image of the Hulk tearing through Harlem was visible. "But it would be dangerous."

"Of course it would," said Phil. "But if all should go to plan, do you believe the cell will be adequate?"

"Yes, not sure how long it will contain him though," answered Harry, as he flipped through the files that Fury had provided on the other members of the 'Avengers Initiative'. He continued, "What if Dr. Banner doesn't want to come?"

"We've been keeping General Ross off of Banner's scent. False sightings in Vietnam, Guatemala, Brazil, the whole gist. Ross has been busy chasing paper trails. Last thing our world needs right now is an army of raging green baboons," responded Phil. He looked out of the window. "We're back on base."

"Blackmail." Harry snorted before he began undoing his belts. He could feel the quinjet making its descent to the hard pavement that covered the Helicarrier. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s newest mobile base was beyond impressive. It had been a state of the line aircraft carrier before being acquired and retrofitted by S.H.I.E.L.D.. It had seen limited action but Harry figured that would change with the outbreak of war.

As the quinjet settled, Harry followed Phil as he made his way down the ramp. The slight drizzle of the weather immediately began pattering his mask and uniform. The urge to throw up a water-repellant charm was strong but Harry was experienced enough to know that the lack of rain colouring his body would be more than enough to draw a few questions from all the personnel inside.

A quick look towards Coulson did stir up some feelings of sympathy. While his uniform was mostly water-resistant, Coulson's suit was nowhere near suitable for anything besides warm weather. Deciding to shield what little of Couslson's body he could, they both jogged towards the closest entrance inside.

It was warmer inside, and his uniform adjusted accordingly. He went straight to his assigned quarters. Due to the nature of his abilities, which were only known to a select few, he was given his own private quarters. He had spent his time enchanting the room to his own specifications. Learning how to cast the magic without impacting the technology had been a difficult process, even with the help of his mother's journal; the end result was worth it though, allowing for much more diversity in his spellcasting. Incorporating his magic into tech was another story however.

Once in his room, Harry immediately stripped before jumping into the shower. As the hot water cascaded over his body, washing away the stains of last night, Harry couldn't help but think about the devastating aftermath. Too many uncounted for, too many trapped under. But there was bound to be at least one who wouldn't return to their family after last night, likely, the first of many for which Loki would be responsible for.

A slight buzz on a nearby table alerted Harry to a text message his phone received. Drying off his body with a quick heating charm, Harry hurriedly approached the table and unlocked his phone.

Be careful out there, Banner is no pushover, she texted.

Will do. Try not to get buried, wouldn't want another accident now, would we? Harry replied.


Jumping back into his gear, he slipped the phone into his pocket and headed to the bridge. It was underwater at the moment, but it provided an excellent view of the ocean life around them, sparse as it was in open waters. Phil was waiting for him at the large table that could be separated from the room for private meetings.

"Everything has been prepped for your next assignment," Coulson spoke as he slid a briefing packet across the table.

Harry nodded as he opened the folder to peruse its contents. He responded, barely giving it a thought, "If what I've heard is correct, I don't think Agent Romanoff would be okay with hearing that she needs back up."

"At the moment, that is not my concern," Coulson responded with a small smirk.

Harry stood, "Great, if she manages to kill me, I'll come back to haunt you. After that, I think I'll go after Fury next."

"We've got boots on the ground," Harry spoke, his feet soundlessly hitting the ground as he directed the S.T.R.I.K.E. team into forming a perimeter. "Romanoff, can you get me a sit-rep?"

"You know, I told Coulson I could handle this," came a slightly vexed voice through Harry's comm.


"We've established a two-mile gap between the meeting point and the city." Romanoff continued as if Harry hadn't spoken earlier. "Surveillance has located Banner in a small clinic near the shopping district and I've sent someone out to lure him in twenty minutes ago. So if you want to help, you better make it fast."

"Son of a bitch," Harry cursed as he motioned to his team. "Rumlow, Rollins, Rodriguez, pack or hide those chutes, we're moving out. On me."

While a quinjet was nearby for extraction, no one wanted to chance scaring their target off, which was why Harry opted for a HALO jump. Drop in fast and quiet to lower their chances of detection. While Harry could have also periodically apparated to India, it would draw too many questions. Especially from an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D..

"So, what did the pretty lady tell ya?" Rumlow joked as they began to jog down the dirt road.

"To shut your gob and shove a foot up the arse," Harry retorted as they passed by a terrified-looking old man. "Romanoff's location is one kilometer away. If she screws up before we get there, it's all on her."

"Which is why we should be sent in first next time. Keep those cannons from playing loose." Rumlow snorted with a murmur of agreement from Rollins.

"Rodriguez, no comment?" Harry asked only to receive a nonverbal response.

The first sign that showed they were nearing Romanoff's location was an empty truck with a group of agents surrounding a trio of unconscious men stripped to their undergarments.

"Operative Shade," one of the agents acknowledged before pointing behind him. "Agent Romanoff is up ahead. She's received word that the target is about four minutes away,"

"Bloody hell," Harry groaned, subconsciously echoing a past friend of his, as he tapped back into his comm. "Romanoff, we've arrived."

"Took your time getting here," came the unwelcome reply. "Banner is close, so whatever you want to say, you better make it quick."

Harry and the rest of his team turned to see the woman standing alongside the tree line next to a dilapidated shack. Shoulder-length red hair framed a set of narrowed green eyes and a visage smacked of irritation, all of it packaged in a little sleeveless burgundy shirt and a blue ankle-length skirt.

"Romanoff," Harry curtly greeted.

"Operative Shade," Romanoff answered back. "Why are you here again?"

"Because I'm the best chance you have at stopping Banner if you decide to annoy him." Harry shot back without a single moment of hesitation.

"Didn't realize you found a way to kill the Hulk." A flicker of amusement crossed Romanoff's face before it quickly disappeared, "Now if you would excuse me, I do have a date to attend."

"This is supposed to be a team op," Harry stressed out as Romanoff turned to enter the shack,

"It is," Romanoff answered as she stopped at the back exit of the shack. "I convince Banner to help us look for the Tesseract and you sit and wait until Banner decides to go green or the local militia turns up."

Suddenly a girl popped out the back window in plain view of everyone. As she landed on the ground she looked up and paused at the sight of all of them before dashing away frantically.

"That's my cue," Romanoff spoke before entering the shack.

Wordlessly, Harry gestured for his team to take vantage positions surrounding the shack as he slowly began to approach the building. Soft muffled words made their way through the shack as Harry continued his silent trek to the nearby entrance.

Glancing through one of the cracks, Harry could see Romanoff sliding a small cell across a table for Banner to see. Flicking down one of his optics, Harry was able to see a small image of a glowing cube before it was picked up by a man in a faded brown suit.

"-no one that knows gamma radiation like you do," Romanoff said softly as she maintained eye contact with the man. "If there was, that's where I'd be."

"So, Fury isn't after the monster?" A deeper voice, one Harry now identified as Bruce Banner, asked.

"Not that he's told me," Romanoff replied.

"And he tells you everything, does he?" Bruce said dubiously.

Romanoff paused, as if determining her options - deciding on what her next move would be before she spoke once more. "Talk to Fury. He needs you on this."

"He needs me in a cage?"

"No one's going to put you in a…" Romanoff continued softly as she began leaning across the table.

"STOP LYING TO ME!" Bruce yelled as he slammed his hands down on the table. Immediately, three things happened.

Agents began to pour out from all over, surrounding the shack. Romanoff instantly shot to her feet with a gun raised. And Harry pushed into the shack with a gun in one arm and his open hand outstretched in the other. The man twitched as his eyes shifted from the gun a foot away from his head and the second gun a couple of feet to his left.

Harry could feel Romanoff's eyes flicker towards him for a split second before returning to Bruce.

"Just you and me?" Bruce seemed to quote as he turned to Harry. "I don't think it's just the two of us."

"Operative Shade…" Romanoff said hesitantly, her nerves rankled by the man in front of her. "Stand down."

Harry's gaze switched between Bruce and Romanoff's before he slowly lowered his gun. All while keeping sure that his wand was ready to eject from his holster at a moment's notice.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked as he stepped back, away from both Harry and Romanoff. His eyes darted to the doors and windows before landing back on the two other occupants inside.

"Insurance," Harry replied offhandedly while making sure to keep the man in the center of his vision. "Not house insurance but people insurance."

"I find that hard to believe," Bruce said as he gestured to Harry's gun. "I don't think guns have become a standard for insurance agents these days. Or masks."

"You'd be surprised," Harry shrugged while ignoring Romanoff's slight glare. "A lot of things have happened in the world since you've removed yourself from it."

"Gentlemen, can we please get back on topic?" Romanoff butted in. "Operative Shade is here to safely extract me if the situation escalated."

"So, an extraction agent?" Bruce said in a light dry attempt at humor. Whether to calm everyone else down or himself down, Harry was only left to guess.

"There are thousands of people in the world, each specializing in gamma radiation," Bruce said wearily while still keeping a certain distance away from both Harry and Romanoff. "I'm sure, together, they could come up with something."

"Maybe so," Romanoff agreed, "But how can we make sure that we can trust them?"

"You have your insurance agent right there," Bruce said, "I'm sure you can think of something."

"Dr. Banner," Harry decided to step in. Lifting his goggles, Harry revealed his green eyes from beneath his optics to the man in front of him. "We are currently trying to track something that, if it falls into the wrong hands, could spell global catastrophe. And right now, we believe it already has, and we need your help to find it and stop it. We can contact hundreds or even thousands of gamma radiation experts but the only one that Fury has absolute faith in finding the Tesseract is you. I do not know why, I do not know how. All I know was that I was called in to help you help us find the cube."

Bruce Banner stood still as he looked into Harry's eyes. He seemed to be looking for something, perhaps seeking the truth in Harry's words. But in any case, after the doctor took a glance towards Romanoff before looking back at Harry, he slowly nodded.

"Welcome aboard, Doctor." Natasha smiled.

A/N: And that's a wrap! Big thanks to Venerance on this one! I have a Discord that I share with Sectumus Prince for my stories! The invite code is discord . gg / ZaPCTAtkZ4 (just remove any spaces; or alternatively, copy the last section and paste it into the invite section of Discord). Please leave a review, whether you loved or hated it.