GotSIS Ch.18: The World Changes (Patreon)

6th May 2007

Outer Gates, Pocket Dimension

Golden sparks fluttered to the ground, seeping into the ground like water on the desert soil. Dark granite walls rose in front of his eyes, thunder rumbling in the sky over the tall towers. A chill ran down Harry’s spine as he felt the hurricane of magic running beneath his feet, stronger than anything he had ever experienced. 

The Soul Stone thrummed against his chest, warming him as he pushed the wooden gates open.

A man in a long, dark cloak stood on the other side, a silver sword hanging by his side, glinting in the darkness of the hall.

“Master Potter,” the man rasped. “Welcome back.”

“Warden Smith.” Harry mustered a smile. “Is everything well?”

“As well as it can be, Master Potter. Today you have been assigned to the third level. The Ancient One says that you should expect trouble from the realms that lie on the other side.”

“Trouble?” Harry frowned. 

“That’s the message she told me to pass on.” The warden shook his head. “When I asked if there would be an attack from there and if we should arm ourselves, she said no.”

‘That means she is warning me in her own way, somehow.’ Harry felt his heart hammer in his chest. ‘Which means I need to put the clues together or be prepared.’

“What’s on the third level?”

“A lot of doorways.” Smith sighed. “Archie is in charge of the level. I will tell her to give you a tour. Though, those contain doorways to the more peaceful realms.”

“The higher we go, the more dangerous the realms are. I know.” 

“Exactly.” Smith moved closer. “May I?”

Harry gave him a nod, and Smith grasped his arm, the room around them shifting for a moment, until they stood in front of huge hexagonal windows, lined by bricks of obsidian with glowing runes carved in them.

Magic ran in every stone, thrumming under Harry’s feet as he stepped forward, passing by the windows, glancing at the various scenes on the other side, ranging from villages to meadows, mountains, and battlefields.

“Most realms here are rather peaceful,” Smith said. “And this is Warden Brookwell.”

“Call me Archie.” The woman smiled, leaning against the wall, her hands in her cloak pockets. 

“Harry. Harry Potter.” He offered her a hand. 

“Master or apprentice?” She eyed the hand as if it was offending her and Harry dropped it back, pursing his lips.

“Master. Second in command of the New York Sanctum.”

“Rather younger than I have seen in the past.” She pushed herself off the wall, looking at them. “I suppose you’d like a tour like the rest of them?”

“Yes, Master Potter will take a tour and analyze what may be the  trouble, if any,” Smith said. “I will leave you two to it. I will come to retrieve you in eight hours.”

Warden Smith disappeared in a swirl of his cloak, leaving Harry with Archie.

“Don’t be offended because I didn’t shake your hand,” Archie told him. “There can be up to ten million bacteria transferred in a single handshake. I’d rather not risk it, you see?”

“You deal with monsters, and you are worried about bacteria? Seriously?”

“Just because you deal with the extraordinary, doesn’t mean you should forget the ordinary.” Archie swept forward. “Now, the third level, as Smith undoubtedly told you, is one of the more peaceful ones. Some realms have even allied with us Wardens and Sorcerers in the past to protect reality. Though it is more of tense politics in a few cases.”

“Inter-realm politics?”

“The only reason some stay in line is because of the power of Sorcerers and the fact that if they break their word, there’s a chance that you lot will just turn them to ashes or erase them from existence altogether.” Archie laughed. “Some have experienced it before. Not erased or burned to ashes, but she left them crippled, their realms suffering.”

“The Ancient One?”

“Yes. Though, most say that she had to. You see? They were rebelling, wanting to reclaim the Earth as their home. She denied it.”

“Who were they?”

“Vampires, of course,” Archie said. “The ones that live in the realm of Nippon— The Yiki Onna. They have long since been shifted to the fifth level, even if they are all but crippled. It is said that decades ago, she walked in and judged the elders of the clan. She took away the cold and clouds, turning their world into a desert, and trapped them there.”

“Right,” Harry said. “But it was to save the world, right?”

“Humanity. They would’ve turned Earth into an ice age if they had been successful.” Archie pursed her lips. “She prevented it and used it as leverage to bring the other sects to heel. Including… this one.”

They stopped in front of a window overlooking a dark fortress, surrounded by dying trees and storm clouds that flashed with lightning. A flag fluttered atop the fortress, and Harry felt his heart clench as he recognized the symbol.

“Dracula.”

“The most powerful vampire to have ever lived, one as dangerous as gods,” Archie said. “When the incident of the Yiki Onna happened, the other vampires turned to him but he refused to aid them to get revenge on humanity, saying if anyone turned to Earth, they would face his wrath before the Sorcerers’.”

“Interesting.”

“Here we have the gates of Afterlife— the realm of Inhumans,” Archie gestured to a meadow that lay on the other side of one of the windows. “Human-Kree hybrids. The gates to it are ever open in the physical plane, and most roam Earth without ever realizing they are one. Those who do, come to Afterlife. It is like a school for them. Though, they have their own realm too, apart from Afterlife.”

“Attilan. Ruled by the King of Inhumans.”

“Yes,” Archie said. “We have little contact with Attilan though, Warden Smith is friends with the Head of Afterlife— Jiaying, and her second in command, Gordon. They visited a few weeks ago, looking for one of their own.”

Harry hummed, trudging ahead, peeking through windows as he passed them. Archie walked alongside him, naming some of the realms as she passed them.

“This is Ta-Lo. One of the more powerful realms on Earth, yet at peace with its inhabitants.” Archie said. “Some of their heroes occasionally slip onto Earth to search for their heritage and their most powerful weapon— the ten rings.” 

“I have heard of it,” Harry winced. “It is said that the wearer of the rings can wield powers enough to defeat gods and overthrow any empire.”

“An exaggeration, but yes. If someone like a Master of the Mystic Arts wears it, he or she could take down gods.”

“Do we know who has them?”

“They have surfaced from time to time through history, as far as I know,” Archie said running her fingers over a glass. “The last time their presence was confirmed was when they were worn by the Great Genghis Khan. We suspect that the rings are still on Earth.”

‘Then I need to find out what I can about them.’ Harry glanced past Archie’s shoulder onto the mountains and the strange winged creatures soaring over their peaks. ‘Knowing my luck, I would be coming across the rings, or worse, their wielder sometime in the future. And I would need to be ready.’

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12th July 2007

Harry’s Home, Bleecker Street

Silver moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling across white tiles and glimmering against the photo frames on the wall. Crickets chirped, and the faint roar of car engines drifted from the street below. 

Harry lay on the bed in the center of the room, snuggled under the dark green covers, his arm curled around a white pillow. His chest rose and fell as gently as the waves of a lake.

Loud music pierced through the silence of the room, and Harry jerked awake, twisting to see his phone ringing on the table next to his bed. With a groan, Harry fumbled for the phone and squinted at the screen, blinking his eyes to read the name. 

“Coulson?” Harry’s forehead creased before he pressed the green button. “Hello? What’s—”

“Harry, I need your help right now.” Coulson’s voice rang through the other side. “I have sent you my location and I need you to get here as fast as you can.”

“What’s happening?” Harry sat upright, throwing his blankets off. He hissed as the cold floor met his feet, the chill seeping through his socks. “Are you alright?”

“I will explain the details when you get here,” Coulson said. “I am waiting for SHIELD’s backup too, but I don’t know how long they’ll take to respond. Dozens of lives are at stake here, including that of a little girl, Harry. And it might be something up your alley.”

‘Which means something magical.’

With a wave of his hand, his pajamas turned into a pair of jeans and a black shirt, while his cloak soared through the air, wrapping around his shoulders. His bottomless pouch attached itself to the loop of his jeans and he swiped up a pair of daggers from it, pushing them up his sleeves. 

“I am on my way, give me a minute.” Harry cut the call and summoned his socks and boots, pulling them on.

‘Scourgify.’ Magic leaped from his fingers, moving over his body like a wave of soap and scrub, stinging harshly, leaving a pleasant scent. ‘I need to come up with better spells to clean myself. This is too itchy.’

Harry unlocked his phone, opening the message from Coulson. ‘Bahrain. What’s he doing there?’

With a twist of his fingers, a ring of golden sparks formed and sunlight flooded the room, sand fluttering onto the white tiles. Magic enveloped Harry in a faint shimmer as he stepped through the portal, into a market, looking around. 

A black van stood in the distance, flanked by two SUVs parked at its front and rear. The van’s door slid open and Coulson peeked from within, his forehead creased and worried. 

‘There he is.’ Harry strode across the mud road, allowing the shimmer of his magic to lessen, gaining Coulson’s attention with a wave.

The agent inclined his head, his eyes flicking to the building before him, sweeping down the road. As Harry neared, he scooted aside, allowing him inside, before sliding the door shut.

A woman in a gray suit sat on a seat in the corner, a tablet held in her hands. Her dark eyes flicked up from the map on the screen to Harry, who gave her a slight smile. 

“Harry, this is Melinda May.” Coulson introduced. “May, Harry. He’s a part of Fury’s new initiative, which I told you about.”

“You called him a minute ago.” May scrutinized him. “What are his powers? Superspeed?”

“Not exactly,” Harry said, turning to Coulson. “I am sorry, but what’s going on?” 

“Right, the situation.” Coulson cast a glance at May, who closed her mouth. “We were here to meet with an Index candidate, Eva Belyakov. She got on the radar a few months ago, when she was hit by a speeding car in Russia. The car that hit her was severely damaged and its driver was killed while Belyakov remained practically unharmed. This, of course, got the Russian intelligence on her tail and she fled.”

May flipped her tablet, showing a photo of a woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a wide red smile gracing her lips. With a swipe of her fingers, the photo changed to show a blue car with a bonnet crumpled like a tin can.

“That looks like some hit,” Harry commented. “Is she being considered for the initiative?”

“She is an index candidate, but after what she did today, it is unlikely.” Coulson shook his head. “She had her men fire at us, take one of our agents and a little girl hostage alongside two civilians. Not exactly hero material.”

Harry hummed. “What are we dealing with other than her?”

“Right now, Belyakov and her gang are holed up in the building across the street, which is the gang’s stronghold.” Coulson jabbed, pointing over Harry’s shoulder. “We sent a tactical team in to free the hostages a little over five minutes ago but they lost complete contact and disappeared off the map. It was like the building swallowed them.”

“Probably some sort of jammer.” Harry chewed his lip. “They might be still fighting or resisting.”

“We would’ve heard gunshots or some sort of noise,” May said. “There is something not right here and SHIELD’s backup team will never reach in time. Let me go and I can fix it.”

Coulson picked up a bulky, phone-like device and pressed it to his ear. “This is Agent Coulson to SHIELD command. What’s the status of the backup?” Coulson’s lips thinned. “I strongly advise sending our specialist inside, Agent May… No, there are agents inside. There’s no time to wait! Yes, sir. Yes, sir.”

Coulson put down the phone and shook his head.

“They said no, I am guessing,” Harry’s lips curled in distaste. 

“We are not authorized to take any action,” Coulson declared. “SHIELD is smoothing things over with the military who are two inches away from bombing the building and calling it a day. Agent Hand has asked to hold.”

“For how long?” May scowled. “Because if the military goes in, it is going to be an assault and people will die.”

“Coulson, let us go in. Agent May and I.” Harry leaned forward, looking Coulson in the eye. “I can handle a little super strength. I have fought bigger and badder. And as for the rest, I think she would suffice to watch my back. We go in, take the goons and Belyakov down, rescue the hostages, and return to New York or whichever base you want to go to. It will take less than ten minutes.”

“Including the New York part?” Agent May prodded.

Sirens wailed in the distance and both agents looked up sharply. 

“Go you two. I’ll handle them,” Coulson said, pulling the door open. 

From the side of the street, dust rose, dark tires cutting through them as military vehicles approached

Harry ran across the street with May while he went toward the multiple army vehicles that were nearing. 

“It might be a really good time to clue me into your powers,” May said, glancing around the nook. “What can you do?”

“Short of reviving a dead man, everything,” Harry replied and she whirled around, her eyes burning with anger. 

“Are you serious? Can’t you give me a straight answer?” May hissed. “Lives are at stake here. I don’t know who you are—”

“Agent May, I am completely serious.” Harry met her glare, his eyes flashing. “I am not joking. I can do whatever you can probably think of and more. I am not getting into details but believe me, I can.”

“Then keep up,” She scowled, turning on her heel. “Hope you can climb up to a balcony.”

May moved like a tigress, bounding up a stack of old suitcases, and leaped, bouncing against a wall and lunging to grab hold of a pipe. 

‘That’s… crazy.’ Harry blinked in disbelief as she climbed the pipe and threw herself at the balcony on the second floor of the building, holding onto the ledge. ‘Well, time to keep up.’

Harry cast a silencing charm on himself and twisted on his heel, reappearing on the balcony May had been clinging to.

“Need a hand up?” Harry extended a hand and May looked up, startled. 

“How the hell?”

Harry grinned and helped her up. “How are we doing this?”

“I go in first and you watch my back.” May crept toward the door, glancing through a thin window, her movements quickening.

‘There’s someone on the other side.’ Harry felt more souls around them as he spread his senses. ‘There are a lot of people here. And more are approaching through the street where Coulson is.’ 

May yanked the door open and pulled a man into the balcony, her arms wrapped around his neck and face. With a crack, she twisted the man’s neck, dropping the body to the ground with a dull thud as Harry felt the life force drain away.

“Why did you kill him?” Harry asked as she bent down, pulling a gun from the man’s belt, cocking it. “You could’ve knocked him out.”

“Messy affair. Also, these guys are cold, hard criminals.” May stalked forward, entering the house, her gun held ready.

“One around the corner,” Harry said and she pulled another goon, smashing him against the wall, letting him slump to the floor quietly. “And there are several people in the room ahead.”

“How do you know?” May whispered.

“I can feel them.”

“Superhumans, of course.” 

May kicked the door down and burst into the room, Harry a step behind. Multiple men in black gear sat inside, wearing protective vests and carrying guns. They remained still as statues, not showing any signs of hostility.

“Agent Hart,” May called quietly. “Agent Hart?”

Harry frowned. ‘This is not normal. They aren’t even noticing us.’

Harry closed his eyes and crossed his arms, feeling the rings on his amulet rotate. His eyes itched as he opened them, watching as dark threads rose from each person’s head, darkness bleeding through their auras.

“Shit, they’re bewitched.”

“What?”

The agent in front of them slowly turned, his eyes blank.

“Sir?”

‘It’s like the Imperius curse,’ Harry felt dread well in his chest as the tendril connecting to Agent Hart thickened. ‘And if I break them or cut the bond, I could end up killing them or worse.’

“I need your pain.” Hart’s hand curled around the handle of his handgun. “Give me your pain.”

May moved before Harry could, kicking the gun away and twisting Hart’s hand, pinning the man to the wall.

“Give me your pain,” A monotone rose as the agents in the room stood up. “Give us your pain. We want your pain.”

‘No.’ Katie’s face as she carried the cursed necklace flashed in front of his eyes and heat bled into his bones. An orange glow flooded the room, enveloping all the agents in front of him. ‘Sleep.’

Every agent in the room fell to the floor, the threads connecting to their heads thinning. Snores filled the room, ringing over May’s heavy breaths.

“What did you do?” She demanded, keeping Hart pinned to the wall as the agent struggled against the wall.

“I just put them to sleep. It was the safest course of action to take down someone who is not in control of their own actions or bewitched.” Harry shot a stunner at Hart and the agent crumbled in her arms. “I would’ve preferred to break the enchantment but doing it forcibly is risky.”

“Belyakov,” May growled. “She is the one doing this.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Harry knelt next to Agent Hart, his fingers moving over his head in a pattern, tracing thin golden lines above his head. “There’s a chance that even Belyakov might be bewitched just like them.” 

The color drained from May’s face. “Shit. Belyakov is probably the most dangerous of them all.” 

“I can handle a little super strength as long as she doesn’t catch me off-guard,” Harry said. “You need to watch my back as I trace the connection to the source. If whoever is controlling them is smart, they would keep Belyakov and some other guards close.”

“And what happens once we track them?” She frowned. “How do you free them?”

“We have to either convince whoever is controlling them to give up or…” Harry felt a sharp pain twist beneath his ribs. “Well, nip the problem in the bud.”

“Kill the person who’s responsible for this.” May nodded. “Coulson might’ve liked to get whoever it is on the Index and under SHIELD but even he’ll say that saving hostages is a priority.”

“Okay,” Harry said. “You might want to know someone is waiting for us outside the door.”

She cocked her gun and pulled the door open, moving to avoid a baseball bat that smashed against the floor, sending cracks up the tile. Seizing the man’s hand, May lunged forward, her gun hammering against his temple. 

The man fell and May smoothly caught him, hauling him into the room.

“Let’s go,” she breathed.

The two of them crept down the stairs, with May in the lead. A shadow moved in the corner and Harry flicked his hand, a beam of red soaring past his companion, hitting a hulking man in his chest as he emerged.

May darted forward, catching the man before he could hit the floor, a slight grunt escaping her lips as she laid him down gently. She clutched her hips, straightening up, and gave Harry a nod. Putting a finger to her lips, she continued avoiding two more goons and downing them in the blink of an eye.

“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered as he walked past the two men who had a lump on their heads, lying on the floor, unconscious.

Across the room, a pair of eyes peeked at him from behind a box, a little girl crouched low, her fingers curled around the edge of the wood. 

Katya, daughter of Eva.

A second later, his senses tingled, and he threw himself to the ground as a cabinet went soaring over his head, bursting into fragments against the wall. In front of him, three men charged at May, who slid between them, her foot lashing out to kick one of the men in the leg.

Belyakov pounced on Harry from the side, her fist smashing into the floor where his head had been, leaving a small crater.

“Give me your pain,” Belyakov growled, her eyes darkening. “Let me feel your pain.”

Harry pointed his hand at her, a spell leaping from his fingers, sending her crashing against the furniture on the other side of the room. Harry bounced to his feet, threads of blue energy spinning from his fingers, forming a runic circle.

“Chains of Krakkan, bind my foe,” Harry muttered, and chains of bluish-purple magic wrapped around Belyakov as she tried to stand up, restraining her. 

He caught a man moving out of the corner of his eyes to attack May from behind and a stunner leaped from his fingers, downing him. May twisted the other two into a headlock, smashing their heads together, and letting them collapse to the ground. She blew her hair out of her eyes, sparing Belyakov a glance before turning to the little girl.

Belyakov struggled harder against the restraints, as May approached the little girl slowly.

“It is going to be alright, honey,” May said softly. “Come to me. It is going to be alright.”

Harry turned to Belyakov, the rings on his amulet spinning. Black ropes pulled all over the room, emerging from all directions and Harry followed them, past May, where they connected to the little girl, who was slowly rising from her hiding spot, a smile curled on her lips as she looked at May’s extended hand.

‘It is her.’ Harry’s heart twisted into a knot. ‘She is going for May.’

A rope of golden energy flew from his hands, tying around May’s chest and he yanked her back, out of the girl’s reach.

“It is her.” Harry stepped between them, weaving a spiral over his hands and the girl’s head tilted as she watched the magic, her eyes glittering with curiosity. 

“What?”

“She is the one controlling everyone.” Harry eyed the treads of black spread over Katya’s body, like veins of darkness, seeping out of her fingertips in a black mist, and disappearing into the air. “She is controlling everyone through touch.

“I like the pain,” Katya said softly. “I like all their pain, but I am scared. I want to leave. Please, take my hand.”

‘She is like an Obscurus.’ Harry felt bile rise in his throat.

Obscurials are wizards and witches whose magic has turned against them. Snape’s drawl rang in his ears. Caused by the repression of magic and negative emotions like fear and pain, which are too heavy to handle for a young mind. Obscurials are formed— an abomination of magic, full of nothing but negativity and parasitic magic, which will usually drive the host to insanity.

“Take my hand.” The girl inched closer. “Give me your pain.”

Harry let go of the vision from the eye, the rings on his amulet spinning back in place. Warmth and magic surged through his veins, down his arms, a haze of orange settling on his palm as he raised it.

“What are you doing?” May screamed.

“I am going to try and cure her,” Harry said. “She has gone mad with her powers. If I can cure her, I can convince her to let go. Make sure no one interferes.”

Katya’s fingers curled around his palm, her smile widening for a moment.

“You are alright,” Harry knelt in front of her. “Katya, listen to me. This is not you. You have to let go of these emotions. You have to let go of them.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “I can’t feel anything but pain. Please, give me your pain. Let me feel the pain.”

“You don’t have to feel the pain,” Harry said softly. “Take a deep breath, Katya. I am going to do something, but you must not resist. Please, help me out here.”

“I want to feel the pain,” A tear rolled down Katya’s cheek. “I don’t know what else to feel.”

“You will feel it, Katya,” Harry closed his eyes, Hagrid, Hedwig, Hermione, and Ron’s faces flashing in front of his eyes as a surge of warmth shot down his arm, into Katya. “You will feel happiness. You’ll feel love. You don’t need the pain.” 

“I don’t need the pain,” the girl repeated. “I…”

She broke down into tears and Harry caught her before she could collapse to the ground. “I need you to let go of them, Katya. Concentrate on me. Look at this. Expecto Patronum.” 

A silvery stag bounded around the room, and Katya looked at it through teary eyes, raising a hand, her fingers passing through the magic. 

“I feel… happiness.” She beamed. “I feel happy!”

“Katya!” A voice screamed and Harry twisted his head to see Belyakov struggling against her bonds, her eyes fixed on Katya. 

The girl stood up and beamed. “Mummy! I am happy!”

“That’s…” Belyakov’s breath hitched. “That’s wonderful, dear.” She looked around, her eyes latching onto May and Harry. “What’s going on? Who are you?”

Harry closed his eyes, the rings on his amulets twisting again. His stag glowed like a beacon, the dark veins on Eva’s body turning white, while the threads connecting to her had vanished.

“It is done,” Harry told May. “Her powers are still volatile but as long as she doesn’t touch anyone, it should be fine.”

“Then we need to take them both into custody,” May said. “And process them.” 

Harry felt his senses prickle before a brilliant light flared in the center of the room, revealing a scarred woman standing next to a man, whose eyes were covered by skin, rainbow-colored lights flitting at the hem of his trench coat.

“I think we will take it from here.” The woman calmly looked at May, who had raised her gun. “I am—”

“Jiaying,” Harry said, glancing at Belyakov from the corner of his eyes, watching her wilt like a flower in the summer heat. “Leader of Afterlife.”

“I am, Master Sorcerer,” Jiaying said. “Eva and Katya are two of ours.”

“You know her?” May whirled around to look at Harry.

“I know of her,” Harry answered. “I am afraid that this is not something you should concern yourself with, Agent May. I will talk with Coulson and tell him my reasons. All you have to do is go and tell him that I am taking over this matter. Say that the matter was something relating to my organization.”

“I am not—”

“You are.” Harry cut in. “You don’t have an option, I am afraid. This is something we have to handle away from SHIELD. I will talk to Coulson and Fury about it later. For now, I am taking both Belyakov… Eva and Katya.”

The little girl looked up at her name and beamed, running her hand through the stag’s head, which nuzzled her, the white magic shining in her eyes.

“We will come with you too,” Jiaying stepped forward. “The Sorcerer Supreme will want answers and I am the one who can give them to her.”

“Wonderful,” Harry spun his fingers, and a portal opened. “Through here, all of you.” Harry turned to look at May, who was staring at the portal dumbfounded. “Agent May, for all it is worth, this cannot go to SHIELD. I will be in touch, though.”

“You better,” May murmured.

“Come on, Katya. You want to see a happy place?” Harry held out his hand for the girl.

Katya nodded, grabbing onto his hand with a huge smile. 

“Let’s go then.”

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24th September 2007

Afghanistan

Flames rose over hulking machines, casting long shadows against the arid sand in the afternoon sun. Gunshots pierced through the air, ringing over the crackle of burning vehicles as a man stumbled to the side of the road, crouching behind a boulder.

Sand stuck against his black suit as he looked around, his breathing panicked, and his eyes wide. Whipping out a phone, he pushed himself further against the rock, dialing frantically.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw something move, and a long metal cylinder embedded itself in the ground next to him. A white-painted logo  glinted across its black surface and the man’s heart twisted, a dread settling in his gut.

In the next moment, everything erupted in a flash of white. The last thing the man felt was warmth seeping onto his chest, as a pool of red spread across his shirt. And then, he knew no more.

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AND… DONE! Hope you all liked the chapter!

So, yes. All of that happened. For those who do not recognize the second scene (The one with Agent May), it is from the Agents of SHIELD series, Season Two (Episode name, Melinda). For reference, if you haven’t seen the series, Eva and Katya were a part of a group known as Inhumans who are very similar to mutants when it comes to powers and everything. They are human kree hybrids, whose powers activate when they go through a process of Terragenesis, which is a kree chemical basically.

The famous inhumans include Black Bolt, Medusa, and as seen in Agents of SHIELD, Skye/ Daisy Johnson AKA Quake. If you want to know more, you can either DM me or just google. They have a rather long and messy history, overlapping in various places at times.

As for the last scene... it is the exact scene where MCU opened, and thus, we had our first real glimpse of the greatest hero of all times: Tony Stark. So, yes. We are officially in the MCU! 

A huge thanks to Zohaib, Nanu, and Mughil for betaing this chapter.

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