Tony Stark, being Tony Stark, leaned back in his chair, feet kicked up on the nearest table like he owned the place (which, to be fair, he usually did). He gestured vaguely at Harry with his drink. "Alright, Potter. Before Fury swoops in with his whole 'we need you for the team' spiel, I think the real burning question here is: How does one go from being a wand-waving schoolboy to crash-landing into an alien invasion in New York? Because let's be real—your life sounds like it was scripted by the guys who write those ridiculous blockbuster trilogies."
Harry, unimpressed, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean the ones where the hero conveniently survives all logic-defying explosions, always has a snarky one-liner, and somehow still has perfect hair?"
Tony smirked. "Exactly. You get it."
Bruce Banner, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, nudged his glasses up his nose. "Actually, I'd like to hear this too. I mean, statistically speaking, the probability of a wizard ending up in the middle of our particular brand of chaos is—"
"Zero," Clint Barton interrupted. "The probability is zero. Because wizards aren't supposed to exist."
Thor, who had been eating what looked like an entire roasted chicken, nodded sagely. "Aye! Magic and the cosmos intertwine in ways mere mortals cannot comprehend." He paused, frowned, then added, "Also, what is a 'wizard schoolboy'? Do they train younglings in combat?"
Harry sighed. "You have no idea."
Natasha Romanoff gave Harry a small smirk. "Then enlighten us."
Harry glanced around at the expectant faces of the Avengers. Oh, this was going to be fun. He stretched out, hands behind his head, and let a small, knowing grin form. "Alright, storytime. Brace yourselves."
Tony clapped his hands together. "Finally! JARVIS, get some popcorn going."
JARVIS, ever the unflappable AI, responded smoothly, "Would you like it lightly buttered or extra salty, sir?"
Tony grinned. "Oh, extra salty. I feel like there's going to be some spicy trauma in this one."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea. So, picture this: Britain. Late 20th century. A tiny, neglected child who may or may not have been living in a broom cupboard discovers on his eleventh birthday that he's actually a wizard. Enter Hagrid—massive, beard the size of a small bear, tells me I'm off to Hogwarts, a school for magic. My uncle has a breakdown. Great times."
Steve Rogers, ever the decent one, frowned. "Wait. Broom cupboard?"
Harry waved a hand. "Focus, Cap. That's not even top ten on my trauma list."
Tony leaned in. "Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me you were raised by the magical equivalent of Cinderella's evil stepfamily, then got shipped off to some mystical boarding school?"
"Yep," Harry confirmed. "And at said school, I spent most of my time dodging death traps, fighting dark wizards, and uncovering ancient mysteries. It was like Indiana Jones meets high school, but with more ghosts and fewer functional adults."
Bruce looked intrigued. "And the whole Chosen One thing?"
Harry sighed. "Oh yeah. Turns out, I was marked as the sole archnemesis of a noseless megalomaniac before I could even walk. He had a whole 'kill the baby' plan. Didn't work out for him, obviously."
Thor laughed heartily. "You have bested your enemy since infancy! Truly, you are a warrior of great renown."
Harry snorted. "Or just really inconvenient to murder."
Natasha tilted her head, curiosity evident. "And this all led to you fighting aliens in New York how?"
Harry shrugged. "Eh, after winning the whole 'Defeat Voldemort' lottery, I figured I deserved a nice, peaceful retirement. So naturally, I fell through a magical dimensional rift and ended up here. Because my life is a cosmic joke."
Tony nodded sagely. "Relatable."
Clint squinted at him. "Yeah, but your cosmic joke comes with a multibillion-dollar suit."
"Which I built," Tony said, pointing at him. "My trauma coping mechanism is productive. What's yours?"
Harry smirked. "Sarcasm and near-death experiences."
Tony beamed. "My man."
Steve, who had been listening intently, finally spoke. "So, let me get this straight. You survived childhood neglect, fought a literal dark lord through your teenage years, fell through dimensions, and now you're here. And you're… okay?"
Harry stared at him for a long moment. "Well, I talk about my trauma through witty quips and reckless decisions, so… define 'okay.'"
Bruce sighed. "Oh good, another one."
Fury, who had miraculously been silent until now, finally spoke up from the shadows. "Alright, Potter. You've got skills, you've got experience, and you clearly have a death wish. You might just fit in here."
Harry grinned. "Oh, great. And here I thought my life couldn't get any weirder."
Tony clapped him on the back. "Welcome to the madhouse, kid."
JARVIS, with impeccable timing, chimed in. "Shall I schedule therapy sessions for all involved, sir?"
Tony grinned. "Nah. Let's just start with more popcorn."
—
Harry had expected a few reactions when he dropped the whole "I stopped aging after defeating an evil dark wizard" bombshell. Maybe some disbelief, a little concern. He had not expected absolute silence.
For a room full of superheroes, assassins, and geniuses, they were staring at him like he'd just admitted to being the Tooth Fairy.
Natasha Romanoff's expression didn't change much, but her eyebrows twitched just enough to say, Well, that's new. She folded her arms. "That must've been a tough reality to face."
Harry gave a small, rueful smile. "Yeah, well, you get used to it. It's like being the one immortal jellyfish in an ocean of regular ones. Everyone else moves on, and I just… don't."
Tony Stark, because of course it was Tony, finally broke the silence. "So, you're telling me you're a literal wizard who got stuck in a time glitch? I gotta say, that's one way to avoid Botox."
"Yep," Harry deadpanned. "Just me, my eternal youth, and an existential crisis that could fill a library."
Bruce Banner adjusted his glasses, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "Scientifically speaking, that's fascinating. Your DNA must've undergone a mutation, or maybe some kind of—"
"Doc, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but trust me, magic doesn't like being dissected. Last guy who tried that ended up being a sentient smear on the wall."
Steve Rogers, who knew a thing or two about being stuck in time, placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "You've handled it with a lot of strength."
Harry smirked. "Yeah, because breaking down and crying isn't nearly as fun as confusing the hell out of people."
Thor, who had been remarkably silent through all this, suddenly grinned and clapped a hand on Harry's back hard enough to nearly send him flying. "You remind me of Loki, always weaving tales of mischief and woe!"
Harry groaned. "Please don't compare me to your emo trickster brother. I have enough problems without getting thrown off a rainbow bridge."
Tony leaned in, eyes practically sparkling. "Alright, spill it, Potter. You said something about legendary artifacts?"
Harry grinned. "Ever heard of the Deathly Hallows?"
Clint Barton snorted. "I dunno, sounds like a really bad metal band."
"More like three magical artifacts with a reputation worse than Loki at a royal family reunion." Harry ticked them off on his fingers. "An unbeatable wand, a stone that brings back the dead—sort of—and an invisibility cloak that actually works."
Bruce frowned. "You mean like an actual resurrection stone?"
"Eh, more like a 'bring back your dead loved ones for some deeply unsettling conversations before they fade away' stone."
Natasha's gaze sharpened. "And what did you do with them?"
Harry shrugged. "Kept the cloak, ditched the stone, snapped the wand."
Silence.
Then: "YOU BROKE THE UNBEATABLE WAND?!" Tony looked personally offended. "Who does that?!"
"Someone who has an ounce of self-preservation?" Harry shot back. "Trust me, the last thing I wanted was every power-hungry lunatic showing up at my doorstep."
Thor nodded approvingly. "A wise choice. Power should not be hoarded."
"Yeah, tell that to your brother."
"Loki hoards drama, not power."
"Same difference."
Nick Fury, who had been ominously silent in the corner (as he did), finally spoke. "So let me get this straight. You have an invisibility cloak, used to own a wand that could kill gods, and you personally cheated death."
Harry tilted his head. "Yep."
Fury sighed, rubbing his temples. "You are a headache waiting to happen."
Harry grinned. "That's what Dumbledore said too. Well, right before he died, but still."
JARVIS, who had apparently been listening the whole time, finally chimed in. "Sir, may I suggest we catalog Mr. Potter under 'Individuals to Not Anger'? Right next to the Hulk and Ms. Romanoff."
Tony snorted. "Yeah, let's add 'immortal wizard with an attitude' to that list."
Harry raised his hands. "Hey, I'm harmless. Mostly."
"'Mostly' isn't reassuring," Clint pointed out.
Harry smirked. "Then you probably shouldn't ask about the Basilisk incident."
Tony's eyes lit up. "Okay, now you have to tell us."
And just like that, the night turned into storytime, featuring an immortal wizard, a lot of snark, and a group of superheroes who were rapidly realizing that Harry Potter might just be the weirdest thing they'd ever encountered.
And that was saying something.
—
The Avengers sat in stunned silence, which, for them, was saying something. Tony Stark hadn't made a single snarky comment in at least two whole minutes, and Clint Barton—who could find humor in literally anything—hadn't even attempted a quip. The only sound was the faint hum of JARVIS in the background, presumably recalculating the probability of Harry's entire life story being one massive, multiversal glitch.
"So let me get this straight," Tony finally spoke, pointing a finger at Harry. "Nuclear apocalypse. World gone. You? Immortal. Lone survivor. Walking around the wasteland like some kind of brooding, magic-wielding Mad Max." He paused, then nodded approvingly. "I gotta say, that is some next-level, cinematic-level trauma right there. Ever consider selling the movie rights?"
Harry exhaled sharply. "Yeah, I'll get right on that after I finish processing the fact that my entire universe is now cosmic dust."
Thor, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, frowned. "This... troubles me. To lose one's realm, to walk alone through the ashes of all that was—it is a grief I cannot begin to fathom."
"Yeah, that about sums it up," Harry admitted. "Though I do appreciate the dramatic, Shakespearean delivery. Really adds to the mood."
Thor beamed. "You are most welcome."
Natasha, leaning forward, her expression unreadable, studied him like she was trying to assess whether he was a security risk or just another broken soul who'd somehow ended up in their orbit. "And you said you tried to, what, escape through some magic death portal?"
Harry shrugged. "I thought it would take me out of the game permanently. Turns out, joke's on me."
Tony tapped a finger against his chin. "You do realize this is the part where someone tells you that you were sent here for a reason, that there's some grand cosmic plan, blah blah blah?"
Harry shot him a flat look. "If you say 'everything happens for a reason,' I will hex you."
JARVIS, ever the helpful AI, chimed in. "Sir, based on Mr. Potter's history, I would advise against provoking him. The probability of magical retaliation is approximately eighty-seven percent."
"Make that a hundred," Harry muttered. "And if we're being precise, I don't think 'magical retaliation' quite covers the level of nonsense I can unleash."
Bruce, who had been listening quietly, rubbed his temples. "Alright, so we've got an immortal, magically inclined survivor from a completely different reality. Just once, I'd like to have a normal Tuesday."
Clint snorted. "Come on, Bruce, normal is overrated. And besides, this is way better than the last guy who fell through the sky. At least Harry isn't trying to kill us."
"Yet," Natasha added.
"Hey, that's unfair," Harry said, hand over his heart in mock offense. "I have done literally nothing threatening since I got here."
"That's debatable," JARVIS quipped.
Tony leaned back, hands behind his head. "Alright, I'll bite. You're immortal, magic, and snarky as hell—my kind of guy. But what's the deal with this 'Veil of Death' thing? Sounds ominous."
"Oh, it is," Harry said. "Basically, it's a magical portal to the afterlife, only instead of express delivery, you get stuck in an eternal limbo."
Steve, ever the concerned Boy Scout, frowned. "And you willingly jumped in?"
Harry gave him a long look. "Captain, my entire world was gone, I couldn't die, and I'd run out of books to read. Yes, I jumped."
Tony whistled. "Yikes. When you put it like that, I'd probably do the same." He tilted his head. "Well, no. I'd build a spaceship and find a new planet, but, you know, same vibe."
Fury, who had been listening with his usual brand of silent, intimidating judgment, finally spoke. "So let me get this straight. You're immortal, you've survived the worst apocalypse imaginable, and you've got more firepower in your pinky finger than half the people on this team." He gave a slow, considering nod. "Alright, kid. You're in."
Harry blinked. "In?"
Steve clapped a firm hand on his shoulder. "You're an Avenger now."
Harry opened his mouth, closed it, then looked at the assembled group. "Wait. That's it? That's the whole recruitment process? No paperwork? No HR orientation?"
"We don't talk about HR," Natasha deadpanned.
Clint grinned. "They gave up on us years ago."
Bruce sighed. "It was a dark time."
Tony extended a hand, smirking. "Welcome aboard, Potter. Try not to blow up the tower."
Harry eyed the offered handshake warily. "Can't make any promises."
Clint elbowed Natasha. "I like this guy."
Natasha just smirked. "Yeah. He'll fit right in."
—
The Avengers were just about to head out when reality decided to glitch. The air crackled. Lights flickered. A golden portal spiraled open in the middle of the room like some kind of celestial VIP entrance.
Out stepped the Ancient One, bald, robed, and exuding the kind of presence that made everyone instinctively straighten up like kids caught slacking in class. She was the living embodiment of a cosmic pop quiz.
"Harry Potter," she said, like his name was a spell in itself. "We need to talk."
Harry blinked. "Okay, first of all—rude. You can't just 'we need to talk' someone like that. It's terrifying. Second, who are you, and how do you know my name? Actually, scratch that—I feel like you're about to go full Yoda on me."
The Ancient One tilted her head, amused. "I am the Ancient One, guardian of the mystic arts."
Tony raised a hand. "Follow-up question. What's the return policy on reality-bending magic-users appearing in our living room? Because this keeps happening."
JARVIS, ever the helpful AI, chimed in. "Sir, this is the third magical intrusion today. Would you like me to install a 'No Wizards Allowed' sign?"
"Yes, JARVIS, and make sure it lights up."
The Ancient One ignored them with the patience of someone used to dealing with idiots. Her gaze remained locked on Harry. "You are not of this world," she said, as if revealing something he didn't already know.
Harry spread his arms. "Ding ding ding! And the award for most obvious statement goes to—"
Steve cleared his throat, giving him that disapproving dad look. "Harry."
"Fine," Harry sighed, turning back to the Ancient One. "What do you want?"
"There is much you must learn. Your magic does not work as it once did. You are in a world with different rules, different dangers."
Thor, who had been observing with great interest, finally spoke. "Aye, I too am from a realm beyond this one. If you wish, I shall share my wisdom."
Harry smirked. "Oh, good. Because what I really need right now is advice from a space Viking with a hammer fetish."
Thor frowned. "It is not a fetish."
Natasha leaned in toward Clint. "He definitely has a fetish."
Clint nodded. "Yeah, but we don't kink-shame."
Bruce, who had been silently taking in the entire exchange, finally sighed. "So let me get this straight. A magical bald lady just stepped out of a portal to tell Harry that he's special?"
Fury, who had remained quiet, finally spoke up. "Sounds like a Tuesday to me."
The Ancient One, unbothered by the peanut gallery, extended her hand toward Harry. "Come with me. Your journey is just beginning."
Harry eyed the portal warily. "Yeah, see, normally I'd be all for a mysterious mentor dragging me off on a mystical adventure, but my track record with those is spotty at best. Any chance we can schedule a less ominous meeting over coffee first?"
The Ancient One actually chuckled. "Trust me, Mr. Potter, this is the less ominous version."
"Fantastic."
Tony clapped his hands together. "Alright, well, before our resident magic man disappears into the multiverse, I'd just like to say: Harry, if you find out anything cool—say, how to get back youth, immortality, or a decent cup of coffee in New York—let me know."
Harry sighed dramatically. "Oh, sure, because that's my priority. Not, you know, survival."
Steve, ever the supportive Boy Scout, clapped him on the shoulder. "You've got this, Harry."
Natasha smirked. "Try not to break reality."
Clint grinned. "Or do. Either way, we want details."
With one last look at the team, Harry took a deep breath and made his way to stepp through the portal, muttering under his breath, "If I die, I'm coming back to haunt Stark."
After a beat, Tony turned to Fury. "So, who had 'Harry gets kidnapped by a magical monk' on the bingo card?"
Clint raised a hand. "I had 'Harry accidentally starts a war with another dimension.' Close enough?"
Fury sighed, rubbing his temples. "I need a drink."
—
Tony Stark stood at the edge of the room, hands in his pockets, giving Harry a once-over. "First aliens, now wizards? Is there anything this world doesn't have?" His voice was light, almost like he was ticking off a checklist of everything that had happened in the last year. If anything, Tony Stark's ability to find humor in literally every ridiculous situation was both impressive and a little terrifying.
The Avengers, who had been on edge for the last ten minutes—most likely because they weren't entirely sure what was going on, or how the kid they'd just met had somehow managed to bend space and time—broke into laughter at Tony's quip.
Steve Rogers, ever the picture of restraint, let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Just another day in the life of an Avenger," he said, his voice filled with that weary, 'yep, this is my life' tone that only someone who'd seen the world burn a few times could pull off.
Natasha Romanoff, who had been observing Tony with her usual combination of amusement and disapproval, smirked. "I suppose we'll just have to add it to the list." The dry tone in her voice could have cut glass, but there was a flash of humor in her eyes.
Tony shot her a look. "That's right, Nat. First Asgardian deities, now wizards. What's next? A talking chair that can predict the future?" He was clearly relishing in the chaos. "You know what I always say: the more absurd, the better."
Clint Barton, who had been listening quietly in the background (probably mentally cataloging every possible weapon the kid might be hiding), finally chimed in. "Maybe you should brush up on your magical terminology, Tony. Just saying." He raised an eyebrow at the billionaire. "You don't want to offend anyone."
"Did you just snipe me, Barton?" Tony said, not missing a beat. "I think that might be a new low for you, and you've set the bar pretty high for low moments."
Clint just shrugged with that goofy grin of his. "You know, I've always got a few arrows up my sleeve, Stark."
Meanwhile, Bruce Banner—who, for once, wasn't trying to run away from being the Hulk—gave a quiet chuckle. "He's got a point. But I think we can all agree on one thing—there are definitely more important things than what we call her." He motioned toward the Ancient One, who had just raised an eyebrow in Tony's direction.
The Ancient One, in all her serene, otherworldly glory, folded her hands in front of her. Her expression was one of calm patience, but a glimmer of amusement shone through. "I'm not a wizard, Mr. Stark. I'm a sorcerer."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Ah, my bad. Sorcerer. That's a whole different level of 'mystical power,' right? Got it." He gave her a mock salute. "Thanks for the clarification. You should really have a pamphlet for all of this, though. Maybe a power-point presentation? Something to help me keep track."
"Please, I beg you, no PowerPoint," Steve muttered, already feeling a headache coming on.
"You're the one who asked, Cap," Tony shot back, grinning. "I can't be expected to know all the lingo. I'm just here to help save the day... and make a few sarcastic comments along the way."
The Ancient One just smiled, her calm demeanor never faltering. "No harm done, Mr. Stark. But I would appreciate it if we didn't get too bogged down in semantics. We have more pressing matters to attend to."
Harry, who had been listening to the banter with an expression somewhere between amusement and exasperation, gave Tony a grin. "I think you're on their radar now, Stark."
Tony raised an eyebrow and winked at Harry. "If I'm not getting on someone's nerves, am I even doing my job?"
The Ancient One took a step toward the shimmering portal, her voice soft but firm. "Come along, Harry. There's no time to waste."
Harry gave a half-shrug, looking over his shoulder at the team. "Looks like I'm off to the magical realm for some training. Don't break anything while I'm gone."
The Avengers exchanged glances, some of them looking concerned, others just curious. Nick Fury's expression, as usual, was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—maybe trust, maybe just the exhaustion of dealing with these types of situations every other day.
"Don't worry, kid," Fury said, his voice low and steady. "We'll be here when you get back. You're not getting off that easy."
Clint grinned. "Yeah, if you think we'll let you run off on some cosmic adventure without us, you've got another thing coming."
Harry smirked at them. "I'm sure you'll find something to do. Try not to get killed without me around to save your butts."
"Don't make me come after you, kid," Tony quipped, crossing his arms. "I'll send the suit after you. It's got mood lighting now."
"Nice, I'll make sure to bring a flashlight to keep up," Harry shot back.
The Ancient One gave Harry a small nod, her expression unreadable but somehow knowing. With a gesture, she led him toward the portal, which shimmered and pulsed with a soft, golden light.
As Harry stepped through the portal, he gave one last wave to the Avengers, who were left standing in the room, the air buzzing with a mix of apprehension and amusement.
"I think we just lost our favorite chaotic hero," Natasha remarked dryly, crossing her arms.
Steve gave a resigned sigh. "Just another chapter in the Avengers' never-ending story."
Fury, ever the stoic leader, simply nodded. "We'll keep an eye on things here. You guys just keep doing what you do best."
As the portal closed behind Harry, the team was left to wonder what kind of trouble their friend was about to get into. But if there was one thing they all knew for sure, it was this: no matter where Harry went, he'd find a way to turn it into one big, magical mess. And that was exactly why they trusted him.
—
The portal snapped shut with a whoosh that left the Avengers staring at the empty space where Harry had just been, as if expecting him to reappear any second. The silence was unsettling, until Nick Fury's voice sliced through the tension.
"Motherfucker," he muttered under his breath, his frustration radiating like a low-level hum. He didn't even try to hide it—this was Fury in his natural habitat: grumpy and extremely unimpressed.
Steve Rogers—ever the Boy Scout—turned to him with that Captain America scowl. "Language, Nick," he said, his voice firm like a dad reminding his kid not to swear in front of grandma.
Tony Stark, never one to miss a chance for some low-key chaos, sidled up to Fury with a devil-may-care grin. "Looks like someone needs a timeout and a bar of soap," he teased, his eyes glinting with that signature Stark mischief.
Natasha Romanoff, who had clearly mastered the art of feigning concern, raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were setting a good example for the kids?" she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. You could practically hear the sarcastic air quotes around kids.
Clint Barton leaned back, his usual smirk stretching into something more like a full-on grin. "Guess even super soldiers have their limits," he chimed in, throwing a playful jab at Steve, who was now doing his best to suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
Thor, ever the force of nature, threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing like thunder through the room. "Ah, Captain, your steadfastness to propriety will never cease to amuse!" His laugh was loud enough to rattle a few loose screws in the nearby walls.
Steve rolled his eyes, his attempt at maintaining any semblance of authority clearly failing. "Alright, alright," he said, exhaling through his nose in that way he did when he was trying not to crack. "Laugh it up. But seriously, let's keep it PG from here on out, yeah?"
"Just slipped out," Steve muttered, half to himself, as he scratched the back of his neck in that way he did when he realized he'd just been caught in a Captain America moment.
The Avengers exchanged knowing glances, the kind that only come from being in the trenches together. Even Cap, the picture of pristine righteousness, wasn't immune to the occasional slip of the tongue.
Natasha gave Steve a reassuring smile, her voice softer now, with a tinge of fondness. "We've all been there, Cap," she said, that quiet understanding that only a team of misfits could have.
Tony, ever the king of snark, softened a little. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Think of it as a moment of relatability for us mere mortals," he said, his grin morphing into something warmer, less teasing. For a split second, you could see the team rather than the billionaire playboy.
Meanwhile, Clint took another step toward Steve, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. "So, Steve...did the kid finally break you, huh? You've been holding in that swear for years, haven't you?"
Bruce, who had been unusually quiet through all of this (probably trying to keep the Hulk under control), finally spoke up, his voice a little unsure. "I mean, it's understandable. I've... I've said some things in the heat of the moment," he admitted with a shrug, looking mildly embarrassed.
"Don't worry, Bruce," Tony said, clapping him on the back. "Everyone's allowed a few 'Hulk rages.' Just make sure you're not smashing anything in the process, okay?"
Thor's booming laugh filled the room again. "Indeed, Hulk. Every man has his breaking point." He looked around, clearly proud of himself for being the philosopher of the group. "Even I, Thor, mighty God of Thunder, sometimes drop my hammer... figuratively, of course." His grin was mischievous, as if waiting for someone to catch the double entendre.
Steve couldn't hold it anymore and finally gave in, a slight chuckle escaping him. "Alright, alright," he said, rolling his eyes as his team continued to rib him mercilessly. "Let's focus, guys. Harry's gone off with the Ancient One, and I... I'll keep my mouth in check next time."
The room fell into a more comfortable silence, the camaraderie easy, even in the face of uncertainty. The Avengers were all so different, yet so alike in their willingness to banter, to lighten the mood in the face of what was undoubtedly a bizarre situation.
"Don't worry, Steve," Fury added from his corner, his voice gruff but oddly affectionate. "We'll be here when he gets back. Just gotta wait out the magic... and whatever the hell 'sorcerers' do."
"Let's just hope he comes back with some decent powers and not... another cosmic disaster," Clint muttered.
JARVIS's voice piped up from nowhere, smooth and ever-helpful. "Might I suggest that you keep the cosmic disasters to a minimum, sir?" The sarcasm was thick, even for an AI.
Tony shot a glance toward the ceiling. "I'd expect nothing less from you, JARVIS." He grinned, looking at his team. "Alright, team. Back to it. But someone better start researching what the Ancient One is—because, spoiler alert: I've got a feeling this isn't the last weird thing we're gonna deal with."
As they all scattered back to their corners, the room felt a little less tense. Harry might have stepped through a portal to a whole new world, but the Avengers were still here, doing what they did best—being the weirdest family of misfits the universe had ever seen. And honestly, Harry was going to need all of them when this thing got really crazy.
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