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Damaged Bodies, Growing Lives, Building Families	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 20994 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Last Time

Clint swallowed painfully. “I’ll do anything I can to help you Harry, just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

“Just help me move on Clint. Just give the space and time I need to move on, please.”

Clint nodded his head understandingly. He knew now what he had to do, he was good at following orders and if it made Harry feel just the slightest bit better, he’d do it. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought he might have been falling in love with the feisty, but vulnerable Omega, but he had never been in love before, and the only family he had had, had either died on him, or betrayed him.

He wanted to try and have something with Harry, and not just because he was carrying his baby either, but he realised now that pushing those feelings onto Harry was making everything a thousand times worse.

It seemed strange, but the only way to get closer to Harry, was to back off and give him space. He could do that, he would do that, no matter how hard or painful it became, Harry of all people deserved it.

Chapter Twelve – Blackout

November was bleak and cold, at least in Harry’s opinion. Half of the Avengers team were walking around in tee-shirts while he huddled in one of his biggest jumpers. Tony was aghast at it and was threatening to buy him a new wardrobe. Harry warded him off with threats of a hormonal hissy fit. It was working so far, but his increasingly threadbare and holey jumpers were making Tony twitch.

Clint had been good to his word and had backed right off, but never enough to make Harry feel like he was being distant or cold, to him or the baby. He always asked after him first and then the baby second in the mornings and he still came up to him in the middle of the day to lay his hand over the baby and during the evenings, when they were watching some film together, he sat down first and let Harry chose where he wanted to sit, instead of pulling him to sit next to him or even following Harry and sitting beside him.

It was nice. Too nice. When Clint had been pulling him around and demanding this and that, it was easy for Harry to stay angry at him, for him to ignore and dislike him as just another Alpha dick. With Clint how he was now, Harry’s thoughts and feelings were getting confused; the baby wasn’t helping in that retrospect either.

“Are you hungry?” Steve asked as he offered Harry lunch.

Harry smiled and mentally shook his head. It was sweet how Steve was always fussing over him and the baby; he had come to accept it was just one of those things that was always going to happen. Steve was always going to worry and it didn’t matter how oppressive it felt, or how much it annoyed him, Steve was always going to do it, because it was just how he acted in these sorts of situations.

“A little bit.” He answered softly.

“Come and eat then.” Steve encouraged as he gently led Harry to the table and sat him down.

That was another thing; everyone always seemed to be making him eat. He was in his fifth month of pregnancy and he was showing a lot. The baby was growing well; he’d had two more scans since his last, both accompanied by an attentive and protective Phil Coulson.

Harry pressed a hand to his bump as he was given a plate of food, making his belly gurgle in anticipation, feeling the baby within kick at him. His baby was getting stronger and Harry had gone on another shopping trip to collect things he needed, but he hadn’t been able to get close to an estate agents with Clint trailing him. He’d have to do that on his own or he would have a massive uphill fight on his hands with all the Avengers, they just wouldn’t understand and they wouldn’t let him leave the tower.

Harry ate gutsily, wondering yet again if he could have a pregnancy food craving for anything and everything edible, all the books he had said that usually it would be for one specific food or item that he’d want more than anything else, that didn’t seem to be the case with him, he wanted any and all food and in any form he could get it.

“What are you doing today?” Natasha asked him.

They had worked at their relationship and worked together to have a few, admittedly strained, conversations, but they were working at it and things were becoming a little less tense around them both, which could only be a good thing.

“Not a lot. I’ve got to sort out the bathroom door and I was thinking of sorting out what I already have for the baby and see what else I need to get on my next shopping trip.”

“We have team building.” Tony said with a face that made Harry smile. He knew exactly what Tony thought of missing out in his work shop to go on team building exercises.

“I know, Steve told me yesterday.”

“How does he know before me?” Tony demanded.

“Because you whine about it endlessly.” Clint told him. “The later we tell you, the less we have to endure your whining.”

Harry laughed and nudged Tony. “You do whine a lot, but that’s okay. I still like you most of the time.”

“I’m sorry to leave you with the dishes again.” Steve said with a small blush on his cheeks.

Harry patted his shoulder. “That’s fine. I have next to nothing else to do. I’ll sort out the dishes, clean the sitting room and then go and repair the damage Thor did to the bathroom.”

“It was not my intention to do damage to the door.” Thor told him insistently.

“Do damage to the door? Thor, you ripped it off its hinges!” Harry pointed out with a laugh. “And not for the first time either.”

“The doors in Asgard were made stronger!” Thor told them loudly. “These flimsy, Midgardian doors do not offer the same protection.”

“That’s no reason to yank them from their frames or to kick them in when you feel like it.” Harry smiled, patting Thor’s shoulder as he went past to show that he was teasing.

“Are you sure you’re…” Clint started only for Harry to cut him off sharply.

“I can screw a damn door back onto it’s hinges. Pregnant or not it’s no problem for me, Tony’s already given me the new hinges and screws, now go to your team building before I break both your legs and make sure you’re unable to go anywhere again.”

“Speaking of broken legs, how is yours?”

“Tony!” Steve hissed.

Harry shook his head. “My leg is fine. I had a few twinges when I woke up, but nothing to the extent of the spasm attacks in the beginning.”

“That’s good to know, you’re healing.” Bruce told him kindly and Harry couldn’t help but smile. Harry really liked Bruce, an alpha he may be, but he was so mild mannered that sometimes it was very easy to forget what lurked always just below the surface. Not that Harry cared about the Hulk, he might feel differently if he came face to face with the giant, green rage monster, but he hadn’t and he found it very difficult to be afraid or even slightly wary of the mild mannered, calm and kind Doctor Banner.

“I think I might get full use of my leg back. I know the doctors told me not to expect it and to not get my hopes up, but with how quickly and how well it’s healing, I really think that the…the incident won’t leave me with any lasting, permanent damage.”

Harry went quiet. He had skipped over the word torture, he hadn’t been able to say it and now he was getting sympathetic, pity looks from the Avengers. He sighed softly.

“Don’t get your hopes up Harry.” Steve told him softly. “I know it seems like you’re healing well, but we have no idea how deep the muscle and nerve damage went or how long it may last. I just don’t want you to be disappointed or hurt if your leg just stops reacting to the medication and the physiotherapy. It may seem like it’s healing fast and it really is, the progress you’ve made in just five months is amazing, but just because it’s healing well now, doesn’t mean you’ll regain full use of it.”

Harry was silent. He knew he’d regain full use of it because of the potions and salves; he’d be unfortunate at best if he was left with just a small scar where the deep, severe burns had been branded into his leg, but he couldn’t tell them that, they couldn’t know he had magic, he would not be the one to break the Statute of Secrecy to a federal government branch, an American federal government branch at that.

“Way to upset him Captain!” Clint ground out angrily as he took Harry’s silence for upset and came to comfort him, one hand automatically falling to the growing baby bump.

“It’s okay.” Harry said with a smile. “I understand where he’s coming from, but I know I’ll get better. Now go, Fury will be livid if you’re all late for your team building lessons, especially twice in the same month.”

“Will you be okay?” Clint asked him softly as everyone stood and got ready to leave.

“I’ll be fine. I can handle cleaning and a bit of DIY on a bathroom door. Besides, I’ve got Jarvis here with me.”

Clint nodded and with a final rub to his belly he left Harry with the dishes. Harry took his time doing them; he dried them and put them away, humming lightly. He knew Jarvis was watching him, always watching, but Harry hoped that he could get out of the building without arousing suspicion, he was waiting until he was sure the Avengers team would be deep in their training or whatever it was that they did, so that he’d get a fair distance before they could come back to stop him, hopefully he could get a house and everything sorted and he could get back before he was tracked down and dragged back.

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Harry was amazed by his own calmness and cleverness. He’d done the dishes, fixed the bathroom door before he cleaned the mutual living area of the Avengers. He’d filled the kitchen bin and tied it up and then just carried it out of the front door.

From there he had just walked happily through the city to find an estate agent’s. He had no doubts that by now Jarvis had informed the Avengers that he had done a runner and they would likely be looking for him.

“This is a hot buy amongst child bearing Omegas.” The agent told him gently with a look to the jumper stretched over his belly. “We have several families, mainly with children, buying up the surrounding houses, very lovely, all modern design and brand new.”

Harry flipped through the laminated photos of the large, spacious house. It seemed a bit cold and impersonal, all clinical whites and natural colour schemes, but it was a new house and he could set it up however he wanted it. He liked the overall layout of the rooms; it was four bedrooms, which seemed a bit extravagant, but all the two and three bedroom houses had been snapped up, it was only four or five bedroom houses left and there were only several four bedroomed homes left, soon he’d be stuck looking at five or even six bedrooms and he didn’t want such a large house.

“I’ll take this one, I like the layout a lot.”

“Shouldn’t you wait for your Alpha?” The estate agent said a bit sharply and Harry gave her the look that comment deserved.

“I am buying this house myself, with my money.” Harry told her. “If you have a problem with that then perhaps you should go and fetch your manager.”

The woman blushed and cleared her throat nervously as she shuffled the papers on her desk. She obviously had a problem with the freedoms that Omegas had been given in the last decade and with the new Omega protection laws being implemented…well, there had been a hell of a lot of protesting against them and Harry would bet that she wasn’t the only person in the vicinity with a problem against the freedoms Omegas like him had been given and the new laws that now protected them.

“Yes, well…these are the documents that you need to sign.” The woman told him, trying to pretend that she hadn’t offended him.

Harry signed everything he was told to and he handed the cheque over with his deposit.

“You may come back and receive the keys and the deeds once the deposit clears.” She told him.

Harry nodded and slipped all of the relevant paperwork he needed to keep into his pocket and then he stood up.

“It was a pleasure.” He said dryly.

The estate agent didn’t seem to know what to say to that, so Harry turned and left. He wandered around the city a little, enjoying his small bout of freedom while he could, he would never be trusted again after this little stunt, he already knew that. The irony almost made him snort, the new protection laws had gone through and had been implemented quickly into society, he had been thinking about all the freedoms Omegas had been given, yet he was still trapped in a tower, a very, very large one admittedly, but still a tower just like he would have been before the new laws had been passed.

The Avengers had trusted him enough not to completely lock him in the tower, Jarvis had trusted that he was just taking out the rubbish and that he would come back, they wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, so he made sure to settle everything he needed to do that he couldn’t with an escort and then did a bit of baby shopping, hopefully to throw them off the trail of him putting a deposit down on a house for him and his baby, he knew they wouldn’t like the idea, that they believed he needed protection and twenty-four hour care, but he couldn’t stay with them full time, he just couldn’t. Once his baby arrived they would both need stability and a consistent routine, something that Tony Stark had never heard of. He needed his own space.

He put a deposit order down for a complete nursery set, bought a few more baby essentials and started off his stash of baby formula powder; he was going to need a lot of it in the coming months.

Of course it didn’t take long for the Avengers to catch up to him, one Avenger in particular. Harry sighed when an arm slipped over his shoulder and he spun around startled to find Bruce next to him.

“Seriously, I can’t get even a small break, can I?” Harry sighed.

“Why did you leave the tower?” Bruce asked him.

Harry shrugged. “It was a spur of the moment decision. I put the rubbish out and I liked the smell of the fresh air, so I decided to go for a walk. I made it to the shopping area and decided to look for some more things the baby will need.”

Harry showed him the numerous bags of clothes, receipts and the pots of powdered milk.

“You’re carrying all of this? Harry these bags weigh a ton.” Bruce admonished him.

“They’re hardly a ton, Bruce.” Harry shook his head. “You’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“You’re five months pregnant.”

“Thanks for reminding me, I hardly noticed and had no idea how long I’ve been pregnant for.” He replied sarcastically.

Bruce sighed and nodded his head. “Come on, let’s get you back.”

“I’m not done yet. I’ve got more things to pick up today.” Harry told him as he turned and carried on browsing through the rack of baby clothes he had been looking through before Bruce had found him.

“Let me call the others then so they don’t pull the city apart looking for you.”

Harry waved him away and as Bruce stepped away, but still keeping him in sight, Harry savoured the last of his peace. He didn’t know why Bruce wanted to keep him in his sights though, it’s not like Harry could run while his back was turned. Not while he was five months pregnant, with several bulky shopping bags and with his still healing leg.

Harry had only just finished paying for his latest purchases when Steve joined them, almost completely panicked and he seized Harry by the shoulders and looked him over.

“Steve! Seriously, I’m fine. Get off!” Harry hissed. “Fuck, a guy can’t even go shopping anymore.”

“I believe that’s more to do with you being an enemy target than anything else.” Tony’s voice floated over and Harry huffed deeply.

“Don’t you have enough for the baby?” Natasha asked as she just melted out of the crowd to join them.

“And you would know what and how much a baby needs, would you?” Harry demanded angrily. “The stuff I’ve got won't last two weeks when this baby is born.”

“You’re only five months pregnant; you have another four months until you give birth.” Clint tried to sooth, looking like he wanted to snatch him up and never let him go. It made Harry slide closer to Bruce.

“You tell me the percentage of Omegas who birth at exactly nine months and I’ll concede that you have a point, but the doctor has already told me that most Omegas birth in their seventh month, not the ninth, which leaves me just two months to get everything sorted! Do you have any idea how much I still have to do and to get before this baby is born?”

“Have you got everything you needed for today?” Bruce tried to ease him back from his anger.

Harry snorted. “Like I’m going to continue shopping with you lot tagging on after me.”

“Let’s get back to the tower then.”

Harry sighed and kept up his mask of irritation, at least until Thor showed up and when he started ranting about ordinary things and calling them Midgardian treasures he couldn’t help but smile. It reminded him of Hagrid on the London Underground or the spectators of the Quidditch World Cup trying to dress in Muggle clothing.

He’d done what he had set out to do and he knew the cheque would clear, he’d have the deeds and the keys to his house very soon and then he could start setting up his new house ready for his newborn baby.

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Harry had been right about one thing. The Avengers did not trust him anymore. Whenever they had to leave because of team building, training or the once they’d gone to sort out a ‘threat’ to America, a rookie S.H.I.E.L.D Agent was left with him.

It was humiliating, but Harry took it out on the poor sap left to make sure he didn’t do a runner by annoying his babysitter by dragging up all his baby clothes and forcing the Beta male to sort through them with him. The agent was so uncomfortable touching any baby things that Harry made the poor man fold all the clothes several times, just to watch him squirm.

“You’re doing it wrong.” Harry complained, even though the poor agent was doing exactly as Harry had instructed him. “Do it like I showed you, you’re not folding the sleeves right!”

“You do it then!” The man finally yelled.

“I am a pregnant Omega; I’m in a very delicate condition! How do you think Director Fury will react when he finds out you’re adding to my stress in such a state?”

The poor sap paled and shook out the little shirt and started folding it again as Harry watched him from the settee, nibbling on a plate of snacks, his huge belly being used as a table for his food.

“Don’t tell the Director, I’m new to S.H.I.E.L.D, he’d have my head. I’ve only been an agent for a few months and everyone knows how protective he is of you as one of the company’s only remaining Omega agents.”

“I know he would have your head, so fold the clothes properly, exactly like I showed you.”

Harry went back to eating, he’d been told several times to stop ‘torturing’ the agents assigned to his protection detail, but if he was being punished with his lack of freedom then he was going to punish those assigned to him. It was a way for him to relieve his stress safely and in his opinion that could only be a good thing. The very last thing he wanted was for his magic to play up and thus blow up half of Stark Tower, or all of it.

The kicker was he actually liked Agent Vale, the man had been nothing but accommodating and kind to him, but the very thought that the man was his glorified babysitter was enough to boil Harry’s blood, he did not need a fucking babysitter when the Avengers were away from the tower and if he were honest, he could easily sneak away from Agent Vale, who pretty much did everything Harry told him to, it was Jarvis who was going to be the problem, but he was working on that, he’d gotten the letter in the mail this morning, it was time, all he needed now was a way out of the Tower without Agent Vale and Jarvis noticing. It wouldn’t be long, not now.

He pressed a hand to his belly and smiled as his child kicked him from within. He had no illusions that not only S.H.I.E.L.D, but the Avengers would find out where he now lived. Even if he’d used a false name, an entirely falsified passport and a different birth date and year, they would still find him, Tony was a genius and Bruce wasn’t far off and Fury would have his best people searching for him, so he had made it easy for them. He hadn’t changed a thing; he’d bought the house under his own name, with his own passport and with his own birth certificate. He didn’t want them not visiting, he liked them, just not all the time, they were a little overwhelming after a while, but he wanted a home for his child, a safe place that offered stability and safety, somewhere just for the two of them and they were not going to take that away from him, he’d had enough, it was time he broke away from the Avengers and stood on his own two feet again, he would refuse any and all attempts to bring him back to this tower after he’d moved in to his new home.

He’d gotten the letter from the estate agents, the deeds and the keys to his new house were ready to be picked up, he just needed to get away from Jarvis’ sight and sensors long enough to slip out of the tower.

“Agent Vale, I need the bathroom.” Harry announced.

“So?” The Beta replied confused.

“So, I can’t get myself up from this chair, would you help me?” Harry asked.

“I think I like you better where you are.”

“So you want to be the one to explain to Tony Stark why I’m sitting in my own piss, on his settee no less, when he comes home? You really want to be here when I tell the whole Avengers team, who will tell Director Fury, that you wouldn’t help me to the bathroom and I could no longer hold my bladder in my condition and then you left me to sit in my own piss like some sort of animal?”

Harry almost laughed when Agent Vale paled to a curled milk colour and jumped to his feet to help Harry stand. It was almost too amusing to play with the newbie Agent.

“Do you…you know, need help in the bathroom?”

Harry actually did laugh at that and for a second he thought about forcing the Agent to help him, but he couldn’t do it, he didn’t want anyone to see him without clothes, nor in such a vulnerable position or with his cock exposed. He shook his head as he turned sombre.

“God no, absolutely not. But I want those shirts finished before I get back.” He said with a grimace, trying to take the attention away from his sudden change of mood.

Harry went to the bathroom on the private floor and he took his time, hoping that Jarvis would keep his sensors on the man in the living room as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Getting past Jarvis was going to be impossible and no matter how annoying it was, he really didn’t want to blow Jarvis up by using his magic around technology, he couldn’t be sure Jarvis wouldn’t remember when Tony rebooted him anyway, so he couldn’t risk it even if he didn’t care about blowing up most, if not all, of Tony’s tower.

He didn’t need to however as he was just coming out of the bathroom when the whole house went dark. Harry swallowed hard. Tony’s tower was run on a separate generator to the rest of Manhattan, a clean energy source powered by an arc reactor, this was no general power cut.

“Jarvis?” Harry called out softly.

There was no answer, but then he hadn’t been expecting one. He backtracked to his bedroom and dug out his wand from a zip compartment on his suitcase, fumbling in the dark, he then carefully made his way to Natasha’s room, keeping a hand on the wall to help him navigate his way to Natasha’s room. If there was anyone who would have left a knife or a gun in their bedroom, it would be Natasha. If these were the same people who were after him, they would not take him alive, not again.

He found a knife when he cut the side of his hand on the blade, he cursed softly and slipped it into his belt before he made his way to Tony’s private staircase, the one he and Bruce used to get to and from their workshops; this staircase went from the bottom floor to the private bedroom floor only and they mainly used it when they were too tired and could barely drag themselves up to bed.

All of the locks were disabled with the power, even the one on Tony’s workshop, which no one was allowed inside, only a select few even knew the code, including Pepper, Tony’s best friend Rhodey and Bruce, not even the other Avengers were allowed in Tony’s workshop.

Harry felt like he was violating the man as he slipped through the glass doors and hid in his workshop, he hoped Agent Vale could take care of himself, because Harry’s priority right now was his unborn baby.

He saw the outlines of the remodelled Ironman suits that Tony was working on and the bits and pieces that littered his workshop that people would pay a fortune for a picture of, let alone the actual physical item. This was Tony’s home, one of them at least, and this was his work, his creations and Harry rolled his wand through his fingers. He was going to hole up here to keep safe and if he could keep these people from taking Tony’s inventions while he was at it, he would do so, Jarvis was offline, which meant that everything technological in Tony’s tower was offline too, if the electricity wasn’t switched on to interfere with his magic, nothing would go boom when he used it. Or at least he hoped that was how it worked; he cursed himself for not listening more in Magical Theory.

He breathed deeply and swallowed hard as he huddled down in a place that seemed secure enough, but still offered him a view of both doors to Tony’s workshop and beyond the one door, the stairs that led to the main part of the tower and through the glass, Bruce’s workshop opposite.

Everything was quiet and his heart was beating out of his chest, his nerves high strung and every sense he had honed in for the smallest sound or the merest movement.

He seemed hyper aware of everything and a small shadow, that’s all it was and Harry’s head snapped to the side to see the silhouette of a man skulking down the stairs towards the workshops. Harry swallowed painfully, his heart beating out of his chest.

The silhouette was joined by a second, larger shadow and Harry remained as still as he could, hardly daring to breathe despite the distance between them and the thick, soundproof glass that surrounded the workshops.

He pressed his hand to his baby bump and rubbed gently, he wondered if the Avengers were even aware of what was going on, if Agent Vale had contacted someone when the power had shut off or even if Jarvis shutting off had alerted Tony to something being seriously wrong. Had Jarvis completely shut down or was it only at the Tower? He was sure he’d read in Tony’s file that his main home in Malibu, California was where he had first started most of his projects, which stood to reason that Jarvis, who had been implemented with the Ironman suit, if not well before, would be based in Malibu too, so had the shut down at the tower shut him down in the Ironman suit that Tony had with him and at the Malibu house, or had Jarvis only shut down at the tower and had already informed the Avengers of what had happened and sent them back to the tower. He didn’t know, but it seemed like it was too late anyway as the door to Tony’s workshop was pulled open and a torch was flashed into the room.

Harry licked his lips and huddled down as much as he could in his hiding space between a hunk of metal that was probably a chest toolbox and a small stool. Not the best of hiding places, but it would have to do.

The two shadows came into the room flashing their torches, looking for something, or maybe they really were here for him and not for Tony’s stuff. More shadows moved at the staircase and Harry’s heart jumped, until they moved into Bruce’s workshop, torches sweeping. His heart sank; they weren’t here for Tony’s inventions, they weren’t touching anything, they weren’t picking anything up, they were looking for him.

Three seconds is all it took for everything to go wrong. Harry had been so focused on the men at the main staircase, that he hadn’t been looking at the second staircase, the one he had come down what had to have been only several minutes before.

He was grabbed from behind and the tool chest bumped and clattered and two torch beams almost blinded him when they swung towards him even as he kicked and thrashed in the hold that held him captive.

“There you are little Omega, do you know how long it has taken us to catch up with you?”

“Let me go.” Harry hissed.

Harry was punched hard in the face and he gasped, his hands grasping for his wand that was in his thigh holster, but the man holding him took it as aggression and held him tighter, throwing him about and making him dizzy and he actually heaved with how sick he was feeling at the rough treatment.

He was punched again and he felt the warm wash of blood, he saw a flash of movement and he brought his leg up just in time for a solid fist to hit it, right where his unprotected belly had been, the burst of agony to his already damaged leg made him scream, but a hard hit to his mouth stopped that short as the taste of blood burst in his mouth.

He wrestled with the man holding him, surprised that the man was strong enough to hold him as he curled his legs over his pregnant belly, putting his whole weight into the arms of the man holding him in order to protect his baby.

“What do you want with me?!” Harry yelled out desperately.

“You have information we need.”

“I don’t! I don’t know anything! They changed everything I knew before when I was found! Stop it and leave me alone!”

Harry was punched again and he actually saw stars, but his hand finally closed on the thin, length of wood and he yanked it out.

“What’s this? A stick?” The man in front of him laughed.

“Stupefy!” Harry yelled and the man flew backwards into Tony’s desk, knocking things flying in a flash of bright red light. Harry prayed that the billionaire forgave him for that.

“What did you do? What the fuck did you do?!” One man shouted out and Harry was hit again and the man holding him gripped his wrist almost tight enough to break it, twisting it to try and get him to let go of his wand.

“Is this one of Stark’s inventions? Get it off him Blake! Now!”

The man holding him ‘Blake’ wrestled him harder and Harry shouted off another stunner, hitting another man who flew backwards into the reinforced glass door, leaving a smear of blood behind.

Harry managed to hit all of them with stunning spells, even the man holding him when he pointed the wand over his shoulder, but not before the man ‘Blake’ had bashed his head hard against Tony’s metal chest toolbox.

He blinked in and out of consciousness, his mind blank and his vision black with dancing coloured dots. He felt so sick he actually heaved several times and as he blinked open his eyes once again, after another couple of minutes of being unconscious; Harry was able to crawl to his fallen wand and stash it back into its holster.

He crawled away from Tony’s workshop, not knowing if there were more enemies in the tower, and he went into Bruce’s workshop instead and found a dark corner to hide in, he was completely exhausted from his little trip just across the corridor from Tony’s workshop. His vision failed once more and he fell unconscious again in Bruce’s workshop, slumping onto the floor, completely hidden from the frantically searching Avengers team and the S.H.I.E.L.D Agents.

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A/N: I’m already working on the next chapter for this one, so hopefully we’ll have another update soon, but Rise of the Drackens is still the priority story, but I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter regardless and I’ll work hard on trying to get you all the next one.

I hope you have enjoyed this chapter and again, I apologise for the long wait, hopefully it won’t be as long again, but I really couldn’t say,

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