GotSIS Ch.32: Iron and Magic-Pt.III

12th December 2008

Tony Stark’s Mansion, Malibu

Harry stepped into the dark lab, a massive pizza box in his hands, as the portal swept away into a rain of sparks behind him. Tony sat where he had left him, staring at the white screen, a glass hanging loosely in his hand.

12th December 2008

Tony Stark’s Mansion, Malibu

Harry stepped into the dark lab, a massive pizza box in his hands, as the portal swept away into a rain of sparks behind him. Tony sat where he had left him, staring at the white screen, a glass hanging loosely in his hand.

He didn’t look up as he strode closer, and Harry frowned and slipped the box onto the wide lab table and let a trickle of warm power flow between his fingers.

He lightly touched Tony's shoulder, willing the power to slip into him and heal the poisoning’s effects as he called out. “Tony?” Tony sucked in a sharp breath and turned around, nearly dropping his glass as he blinked. “You alright there?”

It wasn’t enough to heal him completely, but it could more than get him back on track compared to whatever S.H.I.E.L.D had given him.

“Yeah, peachy,” he said, rubbing his eyes, before flexing his fingers with a small frown. “You took a bit long. Did you fly there instead? I mean, by now I could’ve probably gotten to New York at my top speed, but not taken the pizza and be back. Of course, with the magic-schick the stuff—”

“There was a queue,” Harry cut in, rolling his eyes. “A long one, surprisingly, for this time of the day. They took a while.”

Tony shrugged, opening the box and taking a deep whiff, and pulling out a slice as long as his arm and folding it in half. “Ah, that’s the stuff. Have you ever had this pizza? If you haven’t, I’m telling you this is the best you’re gonna have in like, ever. Also, it isn’t cold like the last time I had it, which is a win. Also, teleportation is like ground-breaking stuff, and you just do it? I tried inventing it, but I failed so miserably, and you just waved your fingers and stepped into New York. Just like that.”

“Magic’s been around a lot longer than technology has for Earth, Tony,” Harry said, picking a slice for himself. “Anything close to great technology didn’t even begin until the mid-eighteenth century, and that’s when I use the term loosely. As for magic? We sorcerers have protected Earth for thousands of years. We were around for thousands of years before the modern calendar even came along. Heck, we were protecting Earth thousands of years before the Hieroglyphs were even written.”

“And those are the oldest pieces of human history ever recorded.” Tony eyed him. “Which leads credence to the fact that you may secretly be what everyone refers to when they talk about the Illuminati. A secret society of humans who have special knowledge, namely, magic. Conspiracy theorists are gonna have a field day if this comes out.”

Harry frowned. “I suppose it might be seen that way. Not that I find myself concerned with it.”

“You shouldn’t.” Tony walked over to a shelf and took out a bottle from it, alongside two glasses, placing them next to the pizza. “Drink?”

“It isn’t even evening, Tony,” Harry commented. “It is far too early for a drink.”

Tony snorted, pouring the amber liquid in anyway. “Never too early for a drink. Plus, I think my dad left me a clue. Or— or a message of some sort. It was cryptic, but it was there. Like, right there. And he left it for me. Said I was too young to understand it then, so he put it on film for me.”

“That’s wonderful, Tony.” Harry smiled. “So you figured out a way to decode the element your dad had thought of. So, what’s the next step?”

“My dad left me whatever he had planned in a Stark-expo model.” Tony picked up another slice of pizza. “He said it was his life’s work, but he was limited by the technology of his time. We need to get that model and get on figuring out what he left behind and see if it is viable.” He paused, gulping down a sip of the whiskey. “He said it was the key to the future, and when I figured it out, I would change the world.”

Harry nodded slowly and picked up his glass, raising it to Tony. “Well then, to changing the world.”

The smooth alcohol burned down his throat slightly as the woody taste lingered on his tongue. A small part of him noted that it was probably a premium whiskey, with the bottle probably being worth thousands of dollars. This was, after all, the richest man in the world, one with tastes to match.

“That’s some good whiskey,” Harry muttered, and Tony shrugged. “So, where is this model that your father left you? Do we have to look for it or…”

“It— It used to be up in my office, the last I saw. But that was when I was CEO, you know? Now Pepper’s the CEO, and she’s pissed at me. More than pissed, some would say.”

“Pissed? You’re dying and she’s—”

“She doesn’t know.” Tony interrupted. “I was about to tell her, do this thing in Venice and go away with her on a sabbatical, but— well, shit went sideways with Vanko attacking me. She’s handling the mess with the government. They’re demanding my suits and stuff, and she has kept them away so far.” 

“Oh,” Harry said. “So you need to go to her now to find out where that model is, as she would be the one to have moved it, being the new owner of your office. And to do so, all you can do is hope that she has calmed down enough to kick you out on sight. Which is a difficult prospect as far as I can tell, given the stuff you’ve been doing.”

“More or less. In my defense, I had been dying, which kinda threw everything for a loop.”

“Yeah, which is why you should hope that she doesn’t throw you out of the window when you drop that particular detail.” Harry snorted. “Or rather, say anything, really.”

“Well, here’s to hoping, isn’t it?”

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12th December 2008

Asgard

Thor strode across the rainbow bridge, blood pumping in his veins like thunder rumbling through the clouds. In the distance, the golden dome of the Bifrost rose behind a lone figure who stood at its gates, and Thor felt a niggle of worry creep into his mind. Heimdall’s amber eyes bore into all of them, as if seeing through them as they neared.

“Leave this to me,” Loki whispered, stepping ahead of him and smiling at the guardian of Asgard. “Good Heimdall—”

“You’re not dressed warmly enough,” Heimdall said, and Loki froze. “Do you think you can deceive me?”

Loki chuckled. “You must be mistaken. We would—”

“Enough.” Thor stepped past his brother, clutching Mjolnir tighter while Loki’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click. “Heimdall, may we pass?”

He saw guilt and shame shine in the amber eyes of his old friend. “Never has an enemy slipped my watch until this day. I wish to know how that happened.”

“Then tell no one where we’ve gone until we have returned,” Thor ordered. “Understand?”

Heimdall inclined his head and Thor reciprocated, striding past him into the Bifrost observatory, while his brother, Sif, and the Warriors Three followed close behind, along with Heimdall himself, who walked up the raised dias, and inserted his sword as the key.

The golden dome spun slowly, picking up speed, as magic roared around them and the Bifrost whirled.

“Be warned.” Heimdall’s voice rumbled from behind them, and Thor stopped mid-step. “I will honor my sworn oath to protect this realm as its gatekeeper. If your return threatens the safety of Asgard, the Bifrost will remain closed to you and you’ll be left to die in the cold wastes of Jotunheim.”

“Couldn’t you just leave the bridge open for us?” Volstagg asked.

“To leave the bridge open would unleash the full power of the Bifrost and destroy Jotunheim with you upon it,” Heimdall said. “And to destroy one of the Nine Realms will result in the Yggdrasil falling out of balance, resulting in the imbalance and the fall of the Nine Realms.”

Thor scoffed. “I have no plans to die today.”

“None do,” Heimdall said, before the Bifrost roared, pulling him in with the rest of his friends.

The world turned into a tunnel of rainbow-colored magic as they sped across the cosmos, before landing upon an icy ground, which seemed to crack beneath their feet. The air was sharp as blades, howling across the frozen plains while snow drifted down in lazy spirals, masking the jagged peaks of Jotunheim in a curtain of white.

“We shouldn’t be here,” Hogun said grimly, his eyes running around the deserted remains of a crumbled city and the frozen darkness as far as the eye could see.

Thor scoffed. He was the son of Odin. The wielder of Mjolnir. The mighty Thor. A little bit of cold and a few monsters wouldn’t faze him from his revenge against the ones who had invaded his home and dared challenge his rule. Odin hadn’t even handed him the reins when they had attacked, daring to steal from Asgard. 

It was something he couldn’t let stand. They needed to fear him as they feared his father and fall in line. And to do so, he needed to show them strength.

“Let’s move.” Thor declared.

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12th December 2008

Stark Industries Compound, California

A golden-rimmed portal opened, and the two men walked into the parking lot, one calm and the other looking around wildly.

“That was awesome,” Tony muttered as the portal collapsed into sparks that fluttered away in the wind. “I didn’t even feel like I was stepping through a wormhole. You somehow bent space by simply moving your fingers, creating a doorway-like effect. That is mind-boggling.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Portal creation is one of the most elementary things in the book, Tony. I did nothing impressive. I haven’t shown you anything but parlor tricks yet.”

“So, what’s the most mind-blowing thing you can do?” He asked. “Pull some Lord of the Rings type of shit? Heck, could you take on Balrog and win?”

“A Balrog’s a demon of fire,” Harry said slowly. “A powerful one at that. But I’ve flown rings around an actual fire-breathing dragon before and stolen its treasure. And killed a demon-god, if not two. So, I would say, probably.”

“You gotta be shitting me. You’re telling me you literally stole treasure from a real-life version of Smaug?” Tony sputtered. “Is the stuff in Lord of the Rings real?”

“I would say that not all of that stuff is baseless.” Harry pressed the button to call the elevator. “There are certainly more than passing parallels between the stuff that exists and some of the stuff he wrote. That could be because a lot of old tales— myths and legends are actually real, and he was just borrowing from them. Or he might’ve known about some of it. You never know.”

“Jesus,” Tony muttered.

“He’s real, too,” Harry said, smirking as Tony looked like someone had pulled the rug from under him. “As are most gods you’ve heard of. And no, I haven’t met them, bar one or two, but I know they exist.”

“You know, what would really suck?” Tony muttered as they got into the lift. “Me waking up and realizing none of this is true and it is all a fever dream of palladium poisoning.”

Harry snorted, leaning against the glass as the elevator went up, soft music ringing through it. As the doors dinged open onto an elaborate floor, Tony strode out, adjusting his suit.

“You should wait out here while I will, uh, talk with Pepper, alright? I don’t think she’d appreciate me barging in, let alone with company.” He paused. “Maybe she won’t kick me out if you’re with me.”

“I’m not getting into that, Tony,” Harry said, heading over to the couch before turning back. “Sort it out yourself.”

“Mr. Stark, I’m afraid you don’t have an appointment.” A blonde-haired woman stood from her desk outside a set of carved, wooden doors open, whose golden plaque read Virginia Potts, CEO, Stark Industries. “I’ll have to ask you to set one if you want to meet Miss Potts.”

“Wait, I’m sorry, but did you just say that I am not allowed into my own company? It’s my name on the door. And the roof. And everywhere you check. Stark Industries. Tony Stark.” Tony glared at her. “You used to work for me until like two months ago.”

“And now I work for Miss Potts,” She replied calmly. “I can ask her if she wishes to meet you, but I know the answer’s going to be a no.”

“Well, tough luck, but you aren’t stopping me.” Tony pushed past her, but she stepped in his way.

She gave him a polite smile. “Mr. Stark, please don’t make me call security.”

Harry let out a sigh and waved his hand, which lit up with a brief glow. The secretary’s eyes began to droop, and he summoned her chair, letting her drop into it. With a sweep of his hand, the chair maneuvered itself back to her table, where her head dropped between her arms and she went to sleep, her soft snores muffled by her arms.

“Did you just—”

“She’s asleep and will be for a handful of minutes,” Harry said. “It was better than her calling security or having to magically drop you in that office, scaring the shit out of the poor woman you’ve already put in so much trouble. I also didn’t want to erase her memories.”

“Men in Black style? You can do the neuralizer stuff with magic?” Tony asked

“Sorta.” Harry settled himself on the couch, propping his feet onto the edge of the low coffee table. “Now go in and talk to her. Remember, you don’t have all the time in the world.” His lips quirked. “And Tony? Good luck. Something tells me you will need it.”

Tony nodded almost shakily before pushing through the door and vanishing into Pepper’s office. 

Harry shook his head and picked up a magazine from nearby, flipping through it leisurely until the audible click of heels drew his attention a few minutes later. 

Natasha Romanoff sauntered down the hallway, wearing a crisp, black dress that hugged her body, her hips swaying with every step. Harry’s breath almost hitched as her leaf-green eyes caught his, and she looked around, her eyes lingering on the sleeping secretary before strolling toward him with an ease of casualness. 

“Fancy seeing you here, Harry.” She smiled. “Is Stark here too? Because he wasn’t supposed to break the perimeter, let alone come here.”

“Oh, he needed something that used to be in his office,” Harry said, removing his feet from the table and sitting up straighter. “He thinks it was something important that might clue him in on how to complete the arc reactor, as your boss asked him to do.”

She raised an eyebrow. “He did. And you’re helping him with it. But something struck me as odd, you know? You’re listed as a consultant to be contacted for objects of unknown origin. O-8-4s are rarer than rare, and you have been claimed to specialize in them.” Her voice dropped. “And you said you do magic, but nothing remotely relevant is listed in your SHIELD files. Not to mention, you’re helping Stark build a nuclear reactor that fits in the palm of your hand. Even the most intelligent people in their fields struggle to keep up with him, and you are helping him.”

“You looked into me?” Harry snorted.

“I have been hearing whispers about Coulson’s handsome consultant for months.” Her lips curled into a smirk as Harry’s head snapped to her in surprise. “You’ve been talked about quite a bit around the water cooler.” 

“Why?”

“Besides the handsome part?” She asked, her smirk widening as Harry coughed, smothering the heat that rose on his cheeks. “You’re the only consultant who pays regular visits to one of the highest-ranked agents in SHIELD and sits with him once every month, doing practically nothing. It has raised more than a few eyebrows around the office. So when I met you in person, I decided to look into you.” Her eyes lit up with mirth. “Though, I must say, they were more than right about the handsome part.”

“Right,” Harry said, ignoring the way his gut backflipped in his stomach. “I’m sorry, but what do you mean I am the only consultant who pays regular visits?”

“Most consultants get an occasional phone call or a welfare check,” she shrugged. “Those who do work directly usually go to the labs or the Academy, as most are scientists or specialists in their fields. And if they visit the Triskelion, they sit in one of the special guest rooms, not on access-restricted floors to agents, let alone in an office where one could gain access to practically half of SHIELD’s database.”

Harry leaned back in his chair, reining in his surprise. “I guess I’m not like most specialists.”

“I can see that.” She bent forward slightly, the hint of her deepening cleavage catching Harry’s eye before he forced them up to meet hers. “You’re registered as having high-Delta physical abilities and specializing in obscure knowledge, with a note to contact you in case of Omega-level emergencies.” She observed him carefully as he nodded. “But there’s nothing more on your SHIELD files. Why would they keep your abilities off the books despite knowing about them?” 

Harry adjusted the collar of his shirt. “I suppose Fury listened to me for once, keeping the stuff I told him to himself. I’m not sure what you mean by the high-Delta part, though. Is it a part of the ranking system you all do?”

“Yes. It starts at Epsilon, which indicates the ordinary. Then comes Delta, Beta, and Alpha, which indicate something beyond ordinary, in an increasing order. Omega is, of course, something that blows all scales out of the water.” Natasha shrugged. “As per the physical scale, Captain America fell in the Alpha range. While you are listed as high Delta as per SHIELD’s tests.” 

Harry tilted his head. “Meaning I’m faster than ordinary humans but not Captain America strong?”

“Essentially, as far as the natural ranges are concerned.” Natasha inclined her head. “Someone like the best of Marines or professional athletes might compete due to their training, but that’s another matter entirely.”

“Interesting. I didn’t know that about myself,” Harry muttered, noting to himself to ask Coulson to show him his S.H.I.E.L.D file. “As to why they haven’t put the magic-stuff on the files, I did ask them to keep it to themselves. Only four people in SHIELD know. Five, counting you now.” He paused, weighing the words on his tongue. “Though, now I’m afraid you have me at a loss. I know nothing about you except your name and codename, while you know so much about me.”

She smiled in a way that made Harry's heart lurch. “Then perhaps we can get to know each other more once this thing with Stark is over. What do you say?”

“I… I would like that,” Harry whispered.

“Great,” she beamed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I've got a cover to keep, if Stark hasn’t already blown it. And wake up poor Venessa before you leave, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

Natasha gave him a brilliant smile and sauntered away, disappearing into Pepper’s office. As the door closed, Harry let out a deep breath.

Somehow, he had agreed to a date— or whatever— with a SHIELD agent, one he knew nothing about. Which meant he needed to find out more about who she was, because she screamed danger to him in a way that Bellatrix Lestrange had. Perhaps even more. 

But something told him that she wasn’t like her, exactly. As Dangerous as her, probably. Maybe even more so. The way she had walked and talked when she wasn’t pretending was proof enough that she wasn’t a normal woman. But she wasn’t insane. 

Or evil, if he thought about it. If she had been crooked, SHIELD wouldn’t have recruited her. And even if they had, she wouldn’t be acquainted with Coulson. However, he would still ask him about her. After all, if he was going to go on a date, his first ever in this world, he should be prepared.

Yet a huge part of him really hoped that she turned out to be a good person. And another hoped that their date went better than the one he had with Cho.

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12th December 2008

Tony Stark’s Mansion, Malibu

Harry carefully levitated the huge Stark Expo model onto Tony’s table, carefully watching the robot that followed his movements, its gripper claws opening and snapping shut as he laid the model on the table.

“Down, boy,” Tony snapped his fingers at the robot, and it retreated, causing Harry to raise his eyebrows. “That’s just Dum-E. Don’t mind him. He helps around the lab, sprays me with a fire extinguisher, and he saved my life a few months back.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it is part of his charm,” Tony said absently. “J, where are we on the parts being brought here from storage?”

“Agent Coulson already took the delivery, sir. Though he was curious as to how you placed the order to get them here when he had blocked all communications.”

Tony grinned. “Let’s keep him wondering, shall we? And let’s get to work.”

“Okay, I’ve to ask. What parts?”

“We’re creating a new element. And we can’t create a new element without the appropriate stuff. Like a particle accelerator. And since I don’t have one already, I’ll have to build one here, once we figure out what we have to create. Or, recreate.”

“Wait, you’re going to build a particle accelerator? Isn’t that supposed to be like… I don’t know? Limited to high-tech labs and stuff? And you’ll just build it here?”

“It isn’t that hard if you know what you want it to do. It’ll be somewhat of a hardware-heavy task, but between us, we could do it. Heck, with your help, I could assemble one in a couple of hours. Three tops. And then we can get onto creating a new element.”

“I’ll warn you that I’m way out of my depth here. I invent stuff too, but this is nowhere close to what I do.”

Tony snorted. “You’re a magic-inventor. I’m sure if you know what to do, you’ll render particle accelerators obsolete. Which, I’m kinda hoping happens. Imagine the research that we could do between you and me. The things we could accomplish. Magic and technology. Magi-tech!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves and figure this out first.” Harry waved his hand at the model they had brought from Tony’s ex-office. “What is the clue? Is there going to be some hidden compartment of some sort?”

“It’s not that simple, I think.” Tony leaned over the model, blowing a cloud of dust from it. Harry coughed and flicked his fingers, clearing the dust away completely. “Man, magic is cool and beyond useful. I’m jealous. J? Could you Vac-u-form a digital wire frame? I need a manipulable projection.”

“Yes, sir,” Jarvis replied, scanning the model as a blue holographic image rose above it. 

Tony lifted it with a gesture, spinning it around, and Harry got out of the way, standing behind Tony as the man watched the projection intently. 

“What does it look like to you?” Tony asked.

“Um, a model of a city?”

Tony shook his head. “No. What ‘bout you, Jarvis?”

“Not unlike an atom, sir,” Jarvis replied.

“In which case, the nucleus would be here,” Tony muttered, touching the globe statue in the center of the model and enlarging it. “Lose the footpaths. Get rid of them.”

“What is it that you’re trying to achieve, sir?”

“I am discovering— correction, rediscovering a new element, I believe.” Tony rubbed his chin. “Lose the landscaping, the shrubbery, the trees, parking lots, exits, entrances…” Harry watched as things disappeared from the image. “Structure the protons and neutrons using pavilions as a framework.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose as the structure formed around the globe, his eyes widening as Tony threw out his hands and the structure enlarged. 

Tony spun slowly in his chair, his smile widening. “Dead for almost twenty years and still taking me to school.”

Harry felt like he was intruding on something special as Tony shrank the holograph back into the size of a grape and looked at it with a look he could only describe as wonder.

“From preliminary calculations, the proposed element should serve as a viable replacement for palladium,” Jarvis said. “Unfortunately, it is impossible to synthesize.”

“Uh-huh,” Tony muttered, turning to Harry. “How interested would you be in doing something that someone says is impossible?”

“Very.”

“Great. Then let’s get ready for a major remodel. We’re going into hardware mode!”

“We’re building the accelerator?” Harry asked as he followed Tony out of the lab, up into the living hall, where piles of huge boxes were stacked. “And what are those?”

“The stuff we need. This will take up most of the space we have, so we’ll have to break a few walls and stuff.” Tony pressed a button and a panel slid open, revealing a whole set of tools from which he picked up a sledgehammer. “This is going to be fun.”

Harry stared at him incredulously. “If I may, do we need to destroy your house to build this thing?”

“Yes. A particle accelerator like the one we would extend out of my lab. But it isn’t a hassle. I’ll pay to have it fixed up. What’s the point of being a billionaire if you don’t do frivolous stuff every now and then?” He paused. “Or you can pull your magic voodoo and fix the house right back up."

“Or, I can do this.” Harry snapped his fingers, channeling magic all around the house as mirrors cracked on the walls and Tony spun around, his eyes widening before he blinked.

“What’d you do?”

“We’re now in the mirror dimension,” Harry smirked as his voice echoed slightly. “It is just like the real world, just mirrored. Reality is more manipulable here, so instead of breaking a wall, I can just do this.”

With a flick of his wrist, a wall parted, revealing a kitchen on the other side, and Tony’s eyes went wide.

“Shit. Have I mentioned how awesome magic is?” He gestured to the wall that reformed. “'Cause what the hell.”

Harry just chuckled in response.

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12th December 2008

Bifrost Citadel, Asgard

“Why did you bring us back?” Thor’s roar echoed through the golden chamber as the whirl of the Bifrost died.

“Do you realize what you’ve done? What you’ve started?” Odin growled.

“I was protecting my home!”

“You cannot even protect your friends! How can you hope to protect the Kingdom?” Odin snapped, pulling out the Hofund from the Bifrost and tossing it to Heimdall before gesturing at Volstagg, who was carrying an injured Fandral. “Get him to the healing room! Now!”

As Thor’s friends shuffled out with Heimdall, Thor growled, his fists clenching. “There won’t be a Kingdom to protect if you’re afraid to act. The jotuns must learn to fear me just as they once feared you.”

“That’s pride and vanity talking, not leadership,” Odin said. “You’ve forgotten everything I’ve taught you about a warrior’s patience.”

Loki shook his head frantically at Thor from behind Odin, but he ignored him. “While you wait and be patient, the nine realms laugh at us. The old ways are done. You’d stand giving speeches while Asgard falls!”

“You’re a vain, greedy, cruel boy!” Odin roared.

“And you’re an old man and a fool!” Thor snapped back, thunder echoing far above.

Odin paused, and silence rang in the golden, domed room as Odin’s heavy gaze dropped down, and he hung his head. “Yes. I was a fool. To think you were ready.”

“Father…” Loki tried to step in, but Odin snapped a growl at him, scaring him back. 

Odin turned back to Thor, as Loki felt power roar into the All-father and paled.

“Thor Odinson, you’ve betrayed the express command of your king. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you’ve opened these peaceful realms and innocent lives to the horror and desolation of war.”

The shaft of the Gungnir sank into the keyhole of the Bifrost, and raw power roared through the citadel, thundering under the command of the All Father as he stepped toward Thor.

“You’re unworthy of these realms.” Odin stripped the plates off Thor’s armor with his bare hands. “You’re unworthy of your title. You’re unworthy of the loved ones you’ve betrayed.”

With a heavy gait, Odin climbed back up the dias, dropping Thor’s cloak on the floor, before whirling around. “I now take from you, your power!” The Mjolnir flew out of Thor’s hands into his father's as the armor on Thor’s body began to crumble, as the Bifrost whirled again. “In the name of my father and his father before, I, Odin, All Father, CAST YOU OUT!”

Lightning shot from Mjolnir and impacted Thor, throwing him into the Bifrost, where he disappeared while Loki watched in horror, backing away before turning and sprinting toward the palace. If someone could reverse this, it’d be their mother.

All in the while, Odin brought Mjolnir close and whispered, “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.”

With a gesture, he hurled the hammer after his fallen son, banishing them both to Midgard.

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AND… DONE! Hope you all liked the chapter!

So, we’re deep into Iron Man 2 and the beginning of Thor 1. Both events canonically happened at the same time. Coulson ran from Stark’s Malibu mansion to New Mexico, where Mjolnir had landed. This is it.

I’m slowly going to change things and show the ripples, some near invisible and some more than prominent as we progress from now on. Harry actively stepping up is changing the MCU in more ways than one.

The next chapter will mark the end of the Iron and Magic sub-arc and start the next sub-arc of Thor 2. Though let’s not forget that a meeting between the Ancient One and Fury is on the books too, which I’m just dying to write.

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