Traveler: Chapter 22 (Patreon)

The trickling rays of the morning sun woke Harry up from his restful slumber. He blinked and let out a yawn, waving his hand and pulling the curtains in place.

Clutching onto him was Natasha on one side and Felicia on the other, both sleeping peacefully. 

Harry was slightly surprised to see that Maria had not yet returned but he chalked it off to her being at the Helicarrier taking care of the debrief. SHIELD had taken up the responsibility of extracting the Tesseract, after all, so there must be quite a bit of work.

With them being busy with Sylvia in Stuttgart, SHIELD had assumed the responsibility of extracting the Tesseract and rescuing the remaining turned agents and scientists from the facility Barton had told them about. He had no clue how that mission had gone but considering it was a fairly simple one, he didn’t think there should be any issues. There were barely a dozen agents guarding that facility, after all, and SHIELD had plenty of manpower at its command.

His musings were interrupted when Felicia stirred beside him. She opened her eyes blearily, giving him a sleepy smile.

“Morning, hotshot,” she leaned up and kissed him at the corner of his lips. “No wonder that one’s still asleep. You gave it to her quite nicely last night.”

Harry chuckled as he glanced at Natasha who kept sleeping soundly before he turned to Felicia who extracted herself from the bed, sighing as she stretched. Harry’s hungry gaze was fixated on her naked curvaceous frame as she stood in front of him, smirking.

“I should be getting a shower soon. Come join me if you want,” she tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder, and with a cheeky smirk, she walked away, her heart-shaped ass swaying hypnotically as she disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Harry shook his head with a grin and glanced at Natasha. He chuckled when she groaned in protest, wrapping her limbs tightly around him when he made to move.

“Come on, Nat. It’s morning already,” he urged.

The redhead gave him an unimpressed gaze as she opened her eyes. “Just admit you want some nice shower sex first thing in the morning.”

“I want some nice shower sex first thing in the morning,” he admitted readily, making her scoff. “Ah, let me rectify. I want some nice threesome in the shower first thing in the morning. How’d you like that?”

Before Natasha could react, Harry waved his hand, taking care of both their bladder and their morning breaths, and pulled her flush against himself. Natasha’s eyes widened when he jumped with her body wrapped around his front, holding her by her ass.

“You’re incorrigible,” she laughed. Harry grinned and rushed over to the bathroom.

It was half an hour later when they had dressed themselves comfortably and they walked out of the bedroom, their faces etched with satisfied grins. There was no sign of their resident voyeur outside the room but when they looked closely, it was impossible to miss the obvious evidence of what she had been up to the previous night. Exchanging a smirk with his girls, Harry waved his hand, vanishing the traces of Betty’s orgasmic juices from the floor outside the room. He wrapped his arms around their waists and together, they walked toward the kitchen.

Betty Ross had barely slept the night before. Her mind was awash with the vision of Harry and his girlfriends whom she had spied on multiple times now, pleasuring each other passionately. The sounds of their raw, sinful fucking had been echoing in her thoughts throughout the night and the image of his massive cock as it plunged deep into both Natasha and Felicia was etched in her mind for all of eternity. It was a sight she had seen more than once now, with multiple women, and no matter how many times she indulged in her voyeuristic tendencies, she found herself less and less satisfied. She craved more, but she had no idea what she could do, or rather, how to do it.

Shaking her head, she started working on her breakfast. It was early and she was sure Harry and the others would be sound asleep.

‘Obviously, they are,’ she thought, blushing as her mind conjured the image of Felicia bouncing on his cock once again. Involuntarily, she rubbed her thighs as she flipped the pancake.

Betty was almost done when Harry, Felicia, and Natasha walked down the stairs and discovered the woman of their interest was already present in the kitchen. She was facing away from them and Harry took a moment to take the beauty in. She was wearing casual clothing that consisted of a sleeveless black top with white leggings that hugged her curvy figure and nicely showcased her long legs. From behind, her perky rear was pushed toward them, the white fabric accentuating her assets. Her hair was done up in a ponytail as she flipped the pancake on the plate and started drizzling honey on top of it. She had a casual yet sexy demeanor that pleased him very much indeed.

“Good morning, Betty,” Felicia called out.

The woman jerked abruptly, her heartbeat skyrocketing as she dropped the bottle of honey. She yelped in panic when suddenly, the bottle began floating in the air and slowly hovered over the counter. Breathing heavily, she watched the bottle of honey come to a rest.

“Ah sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the blonde said with a chuckle, a small smirk on her face as Betty turned around, her gaze immediately fixating on Harry. Her chest heaved wonderfully as she breathed and Harry loved her choice of attire. It had a round neckline that showed a hint of cleavage but stretched teasingly over the prominent valley between her tits that were straining against the cotton fabric.

“I-It’s alright,” she managed. “Good morning to you all too.”

She quickly returned her focus to her pancakes as Felicia and Natasha walked around the counter to grab their morning coffee.

Eyebrow raised, Harry glanced at Felicia and Natasha who both nodded with matching smirks.

‘All right then, time to see how she reacts,’ he thought to himself.

Betty finished drizzling honey on the pancakes and put the bottle on the countertop. Suddenly, she froze when she felt a hand resting gently on her hip right above where the swell of her ass began. She did not have to turn around to discover who it was.

Her heartbeat skyrocketed, her breathing getting labored as her toes curled just from the soft touch. She stood still, facing forward as she felt him moving behind her. He walked over and stood to her right, keeping his left arm wrapped around her waist confidently as he waved his hand, levitating the pot that poured him a cup of coffee.

“Good Morning, Betty,” he said softly. “It’s a nice day out today, hmm?”

Betty could only manage a shaky nod, her heart hammering inside her chest as Harry moved. He assumed his position behind her, keeping her trapped between his solid frame and the kitchen counter, and Betty clutched the countertop tightly when she felt something hard pressing against her rear. She didn’t have to turn around to discover what it was either.

She watched as he levitated the cup of coffee over on the counter directly in front of her and her gaze was fixated on the glistening liquid surface as it swirled. Suddenly, she inhaled sharply as his hands came up to hold her by the belly and started caressing her over her thin cotton top. Her breathing grew ragged under his ministrations and she watched his hands twirl about over her skin, manipulating the sugar cubes to float about in the air as they dipped one after the other into the coffee. Once he was done, he began to rotate his fingers and his hands climbed higher. She could feel the tightness of her top over her tits as he rubbed her. His erection had grown considerably since this little game had begun and she could feel it pushing hard and firmly against her ass.

She squirmed under his touch, gasping softly whenever his moving fingers brushed against the underside of her tits, but she could do nothing more than watch as he prepared his coffee.

“Did you have a good sleep last night, Betty?” His gruff voice accompanied by that hot breath against her ear sent shivers across her body. Her toes were clenched firmly and so were her hands on the counter as he nuzzled her neck. She had no idea why she did it, but she gave a small push against his erection, gasping when he bit her earlobe gently.

“Did you, Betty?” He asked again and she belatedly recalled what he had asked her.

“Y-yeah,” she breathed.

“I’m glad. As a host, it’s my utmost responsibility to ensure my guests stay as satisfied as they can be,” he whispered promisingly in her ear as he gave her a soft squeeze. Betty subconsciously ground her ass against his erection once again, absolutely loving how marvelous it felt lodged inside the crack of her arse. The leggings were form-fitting, and so was her top, and she knew her curves must stand out. However, considering how they all always dressed as sexily as they could, she had decided she should try to fit in as well.

“I love the dress you’ve chosen today, by the way,” he continued, pressing soft kisses along the side of her neck. “It suits you. I can’t wait to see what else you have in store.”

Betty let out a ragged breath as Harry’s fingers stopped rotating and he held her by the belly once again, keeping himself flush against her back.

“I’m sure my girls would be happy to help you out with whatever you might need,” he whispered insinuatingly, and in the same tone, he continued with a smirk, “and so will I. It’s our duty as good hosts, after all. Keep it in mind, hmm?”

Betty could only manage a shaky nod and she almost fell over as Harry unwrapped his arms from around her and stepped back, his cup of coffee levitating in front of him. Breathing heavily, Betty flushed as she gazed at the massive erection he was sporting, aware that his eyes were trained on her. Try as she might though, she could not muster the courage to meet his eyes.

“Wow, are these for us?” Felicia suddenly asked excitedly as she gazed at the plates of pancakes that were covered on the countertop.

Betty nodded shakily. “I uh… I made some for all of us.”

“Oh thanks, Liz. You’re the best!” Felicia grinned. “These are hot too!”

“Liz?” Natasha asked, amused.

“Her name is Elizabeth, right? Betty or Liz, what does it matter?”

Betty let out a shaky laugh as she nodded.

“I don’t mind,” she replied as she gingerly sat down at the table with the others joining her soon. Her gaze shifted upward, and she froze when she discovered that Harry was sitting right opposite her. He gave her a smile which she somehow shakily returned.

She should have expected something like this to happen after the previous night. Harry had seen her watching them having sex, and she had nothing to say for herself. It wasn’t as if she had been there for a second, found them having sex, and bolted off. No, she had remained there, watching them have sex for minutes on end, and her eyes had been locked with his for the most part. It wasn’t something she could simply dismiss as a mistake.

It was an obvious conclusion for Harry to believe that she was interested in him, and she could hardly blame him for it when her actions were proof enough. 

Shaking her head, she gazed back at the table. She had just gone through a rollercoaster of emotions and she breathed deeply to calm herself down. It wouldn’t do to overthink. She better focus on her breakfast.

“These are really good,” Harry remarked as he gazed at her, smiling, and Betty gave him a genuine smile in return.

“Right?” Felicia grinned. “I have half a mind to keep her here as our resident chef!”

“She’s a scientist, not a chef,” Natasha snorted. “There’s a difference between the two.”

“Thanks for the information, smartass,” Felicia retorted snarkily.

Harry merely gazed at them in amusement as he ate. They were lovers now, but every so often, a glimpse of their past as pretend sisters resurfaced, and always in the form of bickering.

A few minutes passed in amicable silence as they indulged in delicious pancakes when Betty asked, “Do you have any plans for today?”

She frowned when a small grimace appeared on Harry’s face. He glanced at her and sighed, “We managed to capture Syl… erm… Loki yesterday. She’s in one of the secret rooms in this apartment and we’ll be interrogating her.”

Betty’s eyes went wide as she nodded.

“How did you capture her so quickly though?” She asked. “I mean… she’s supposed to be a demigoddess, right?”

“Let me tell you our Harry here is no less than a demigod in his own right,” Felicia interjected proudly, earning a half-hearted chuckle from him. Betty gave the blonde a polite smile before she glanced at Harry. She could sense in his demeanor that he was truly troubled by Loki and she could not help but wonder what could make someone so capable and powerful would be so concerned.

Her curiosity was satiated when Felicia spoke once again without any prompting on anyone’s part.

“After all, how else would he have managed to get her bent over for him as he gave her the best happy endings of her long, long life?”

Betty’s eyes bugged out as she stared at an exasperated Harry with disbelief etched on her face.

“Wha…?”

Harry clicked his tongue at a flippant Felicia and turned to Betty, his lips pursed.

“I met her before I knew she was Loki and we spent some time together getting to know each other better,” he told her, a bit uncomfortable to discuss his time with Sylvia.

“Just say you gave her the best fucking of her life and made her so addicted to your cock that she can’t get enough of it now,” Felicia snorted. “She even proposed to him, you know? Wants to be the king of the new world and rule with her.”

Her eyes wide, Betty nodded slowly, easily understanding what was afoot here as she glanced over to Natasha who smiled with pursed lips. They were so used to Felicia’s antics by now that it didn’t surprise them even one bit.

“I can’t imagine it being easy for you to capture her yesterday,” she remarked. “And this interrogation too.”

“We gotta do what we gotta do,” Harry replied with a shrug. “Felicia here has a few theories that need to be checked out.”

“Hopefully I’m right,” the blonde replied, smirking. “For obvious reasons.”

Harry shook his head in amusement just as there was a shower of golden sparks. Maria appeared in the room out of nowhere and Betty could only marvel at the magic on display as she watched Harry get up, greeting the woman with a loving kiss.

“You took your jolly time coming back,” he remarked with a small smile, holding her close. “What? Fury scolded you in my place or something? I’ll happily go and give him another migraine if he did.”

Maria shook her head with a sigh as they sat down. A cup of coffee immediately materialized in front of her.

“Thanks, baby. I definitely need that,” she said, smiling gratefully at Harry as she took a sip, allowing the bitter liquid to trickle down her throat.

“So what happened?” Felicia asked in the middle of her pancake bites.

“Well… It most definitely doesn’t look good right now,” Maria remarked, taking another large sip. At their expectant looks, she sighed. “The Tesseract is lost.”

“What do you mean the tesseract is lost?” Natasha asked with her brows furrowed. “It’s not a toy that you just lose.”

Maria let out a deep breath. “Agent Coulson went there with his team and a few highly-trained agents. They almost made it when someone attacked the facility with missiles. Whoever they were managed to get away with the tesseract.”

“How the hell did that happen!?” Harry asked in disbelief, earning a sigh from his girlfriend.

“Agent Coulson believes there is a mole in SHIELD who leaked this info. Remember that the team was dispatched while we were in Stuttgart when Agent Barton told us about the location and other details. There was very little time for someone to plan the attack and send the personnel over.”

“I’m sure they must have been preparing for an offensive for a long time and they took their opportunity,” Felicia intoned firmly. “Bastards.”

“I should’ve gone and taken care of that little mess by myself right after Barton blabbed,” Harry muttered.

“This was a simple mission, Harry. There was no need for you to get involved. SHIELD has taken care of missions at much higher levels than this one and it sucks that it all went south this time,” Maria replied.

“Does SHIELD have any suspicions? About who could be behind this?”

“Nothing concrete,” Maria shook her head.

“These people, whoever they are, if they are capable enough to plant a mole within SHIELD and carry out an assault like this so quickly, then it shouldn’t surprise anyone if they have already started using the tesseract for evil,” Natasha remarked. “We all know what it was used for back during the war. Those weapons are well documented. It would be disastrous if it happened again.”

“Exactly. What’s Nick doing about this mess?” Harry asked.

“Well, the higher-ups are keeping things close to the chest. I believe you’ll soon be getting a call from him about putting Doctor Banner to work again like he did the last time the tesseract was stolen,” Maria put her empty cup on the table.

“Yeah, fat chance of that happening,” Harry scoffed. “Banner won’t be disturbed, not at this moment. We still don’t know how the Hulk’s gonna react if Banner is forced to wake up. It’s best we let it happen naturally.”

“I know… Can you find the tesseract somehow?” Maria asked hopefully.

“I can sense those things when I’m near them. It’s not as if I can sniff them out from wherever they are,” Harry replied, earning a sigh.

“Um… excuse me, but what exactly do you need Bruce for?” Betty interjected curiously.

“The tesseract gives off gamma radiation and as the leading expert in the subject, Director Fury decided that Doctor Banner would be the most capable mind to figure out where it is,” Maria replied.

“I see…” Betty muttered. Her face gained a resolute look as she regarded the other brunette. “I can help you out with that. I might not be as well-versed in the subject as Bruce is, but I’ve worked my fair share on gamma radiation over the years. I should be able to manage this.”

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment as he gazed at her. “You know what? I don’t think there’s any harm in it. We all know you are a capable scientist in your own right and with your personal interest in the subject, you are the best bet right now.”

“Your credentials and experience do check out. This definitely seems the best option we have then,” Maria nodded.

Betty smiled at the woman and blushed slightly when Harry grinned at her.

“Your lab will be up and running soon,” he told her, earning a nod.

“I should start preparing then. The sooner we find it, the better.”

Smiling at everyone in attendance, Betty went to pick her plate up when suddenly, it glowed. Her eyes widened when it was cleaned on its own and it started levitating over to the rack. She turned to Harry who gave her a wink.

Her face slightly flushed, she gave him a thankful nod and walked away, her fists clenched. She knew his eyes were affixed on her retreating figure and a shudder coursed through her.

‘Not the time. You need to focus right now,’ she told herself as she climbed the set of stairs and vanished out of their sight.

“Well then, I guess that one’s underway now, hmm?” Maria asked as she turned to Harry, having seen the little interaction between him and Betty. Harry merely opened their mind link and let her experience everything that had unfolded since they had come back to when she had come back and by the end of it, Maria looked visibly aroused.

“You could’ve just told me what happened and how. There was no need to show me everything. Now I’m craving it,” she complained, lifting her leg and resting it on her boyfriend’s thigh, achingly close to his crotch.

Harry smirked at Maria and gently pushed her leg off his thigh, earning an annoyed click of her tongue. “Work now, fun later. Anything else interesting happen back there?”

“That wasn’t enough for you?” Maria asked with a chuckle as she breathed heavily, trying to get her heartbeat back under control. “Thor came back to the Helicarrier with us. Director Fury wanted to talk to him directly. It was… kinda mixed.”

“What do you mean?” Felicia asked, her brows furrowed.

Maria sighed as she gazed at Harry. “As you can expect, Thor was pissed. You refused to return his sister and also destroyed his trusted hammer.”

“I told him to back off,” Harry replied. “His fault for not listening.”

“You really expected him to?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry shrugged. Sighing, Maria continued, “Director Fury feared that what happened in Stuttgart would trigger an all-out war with Asgard and he… well… he basically made you out to be the scapegoat. Honestly, I was pissed with him about it.”

“Maria, it makes perfect sense,” Harry nodded with a small smile. “There is no need to subject the entire planet to their wrath just because one person stepped out of line. It’s classic.”

“I guess,” Maria replied. “Well, Thor agreed. He is angry with you, and although he can’t do anything about his hammer, he told the Director to make you understand why Sylvia should be returned.”

“Or?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I got no fucking clue,” Maria chuckled, shaking her head. “He has promised there won’t be any invasion of Earth. Maybe he’ll try to fight you again, or maybe some Asgardian warriors will come over and try to put you in your place, as they say.”

“Hah, those pricks can try,” Felicia snorted, coaxing laughs from both Natasha and Maria. Meanwhile, Harry sat with a contemplative look on his face.

“What are you thinking?” Natasha was the first to notice. Harry glanced up to find them staring at him.

“I was thinking we should get down to that interrogation as soon as we can,” he replied. “As much as I want to know the truth, I believe it would also decide where we stand regarding Thor’s demands.”

“Would you let him take her?” Natasha asked.

“If she’s truly as vile as her plans were, then I honestly don’t care what happens to her. Those Asgardians can keep her confined in a cell with a hundred dementors surrounding her for all I care.”

“And if she’s not?” Felicia prompted, shivering with her face set in a wide grin when Harry’s intense eyes met hers.

“Then they better send the entirety of Asgard down here to take her away, because they’ll need everything they can throw at me to even hope to manage that.”

“I love the sound of that,” the blonde grinned widely as she shot to her feet and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her. “Let’s go get this over with quickly. You’re moping less now but I want to get rid of it completely.”

“I don’t mope.”

“Heh, you were moping just a few minutes ago when dear Liz asked about it.”

Harry merely shook his head in exasperation as Felicia dragged him behind her, with the other two women following them at a sedate pace.

“What do you want?” Maria asked in a whisper as they climbed up the stairs. “You want her to be good or bad?”

Natasha remained silent for a few seconds as they walked. “If you’d asked me fifteen hours ago, I would’ve given you a different answer.”

“So you’re hoping for it then as well,” Maria intoned. “I’m hoping she’s good as well.”

“It is as Felicia said,” Natasha smiled softly. “The situation with her is already taken care of, so there’s no need to worry on that front. But if she is good, then it would make Harry happy. That’s all we care for, right?”

“Can’t disagree with you there,” Maria replied, smiling. “Come. Let’s find out what the truth is.”

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A loud explosion greeted them the moment Harry opened the door to the room he had hidden Sylvia in, their faces glowing in the aftermath of the blast.

“You’re wasting your energy here,” he called out, his impassive eyes trained on a frantic Sylvia who froze at the sound of his voice.

“Harry…” she whispered. “What is all this?”

“The most secure facility to keep someone like you in check,” Harry replied as he phased through the shimmering blue shield that surrounded the room, preventing any sort of damage. He walked over and took a seat in the chair, gesturing for her to sit down. “You can’t escape. You can’t destroy anything. Your magical powers, your illusions, everything is nullified in here.”

Before Sylvia could say anything, Harry waved his hand and the scepter materialized in his hand. He held it close, gazing at the glowing gem in fascination.

“These Infinity Stones… peculiar little things, aren’t they? Seem so unassuming, like an LED light, but they possess untold amount of power,” he whispered. “You do remember what happened last night, I hope?”

“Are you going to torture me, Harry?” Sylvia asked in a monotone, her eyes trained on his.

“If you force me to,” he replied curtly. “I know how to do what is right over what is easy.”

“And still, you can’t understand me,” she replied, shaking her head.

“Is that so? Do tell me. Try and make me understand why what you’re doing is right. Why spilling the blood of thousands of innocents would be justified. Try me, Sylvia.”

“Contrary to what is known, I am not an Asgardian,” Sylvia began, holding her arm up. They watched how it turned a shade of pale blue, almost as if it had frozen. “There was a war between Asgard and Jotunheim. Odin won, and as a final act of insult, he stole me from my parents when I was an infant. All so he could raise a Jotun as his own. For centuries, he held me in contempt, never abusing me, but it was made quite clear to me that I was not his desired child. No matter what I ever did, it was not enough to get even a smile from him.”

“So this is revenge on Odin, hmm?” Harry scoffed. “Killing innocent humans, whom you clearly consider inferior to yourself, is your way to hurt him. Is that so?”

“I helped him conquer those realms he proudly claims his own!” Sylvia shouted, glaring. “He didn’t bring his foes to heel on his own! Thor didn’t win those battles with that troll brain of his! Me and Hela were as important as anyone else! And what does the great Odin do? He seals my sister away, he keeps me under his thumb, and what did he expect? That we’d just bear it? It doesn’t work like that!”

Harry and the others remained silent, letting Sylvia continue.

“Odin deserves to suffer for everything he’s done to me and Hela, and there is only one way to truly make him suffer,” Sylvia whispered darkly. “He must lose what he values the most. His pride. He must acknowledge that he was wrong. He must accept that he has disrespected people he should never have. He… needs to be humbled. And there is only one language he understands as a warrior, and that is conquering a dominion he claims to be the protector of.”

Lips pursed, Harry stared at Sylvia who met his gaze unflinchingly. Sitting alongside him, the others exchanged meaningful glances with each other.

“You have some really unresolved daddy issues,” Harry remarked. “I knew another one who started acting up because daddy didn’t love him. Things didn’t turn out too well for him. He too looked down on others, he too planned a genocide, and although I didn’t get to see what happened to him, I’m sure it wasn’t pretty.”

“Will you kill me, Harry?” Sylvia asked with a sigh. “I’m sure you haven’t missed how I’ve been trying to overpower these enchantments around us all this while and nothing’s happened. I am not brainless. I can see when I have met my match, and it is obvious to me that your powers are far superior to mine.”

“You’re giving up? Just like that?” Harry raised a curious eyebrow. “I expected more, to be honest.”

Sylvia gave him a resigned smile. “I might be powerful, but I’m no fool. I know I have no hope against you. You can overpower the influence of an Infinity Stone. That makes you the strongest being in this entire universe.”

“Well, thanks for that heap of praise, but flattery won’t help you here, Sylvia,” Harry replied curtly. Turning to Felicia, he remarked, “Are you satisfied, or do you still think you’re right?”

“Another one of your lovers?” Sylvia asked sadly, gazing at the blonde woman who stood up and walked over to Harry.

“Give that to me,” she held her hand out, and silently, Harry handed over the scepter to her.

“I don’t know why you’re so fixated on this, Felicia,” he sighed.

Felicia did not reply. Instead, she turned to Sylvia and held the scepter aloft, pointing the tip at her.

“My idiot of a boyfriend still needs to learn that he should sometimes just get down to it,” she remarked. “Instead of chatting so much, he could’ve just gotten it over with. Not that I'm dismissing your story here, but you know, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time.”

“What are you doing?” Sylvia asked, her voice trembling a bit, as Felicia walked over and pointed the scepter at her.

“Nothing much,” Felicia grinned prettily. “Just checking for foul play.”

Before anyone could react, the blonde pressed the scepter against Sylvia’s temple.

Suddenly, there was a cosmic explosion of golden swirls and both Felicia and Sylvia cried out. Harry’s eyes widened and he quickly reacted, casting levitation spells at both the women who were thrown back in opposite directions.

Alarmed, Maria and Natasha shot to their feet, rushing over to Felicia and frantically checking on her.

“What the hell happened!?” The redhead exclaimed in shock, glancing over to Harry who stood over an unconscious Sylvia with an inscrutable expression on his face.

“My best guess is that the Mind Stone reacted,” he muttered. “Fuck, I had no idea it would react like that!”

“She’s breathing normally,” Maria remarked. 

Harry waved his hand over both Felicia and Sylvia, nodding as he monitored their vitals. “Correct. Whatever happened just knocked them out.”

Shaking his head, he levitated the scepter over to himself and gazed at the stone with furrowed brows.

“Maria,” he called out, earning the brunette’s attention. “Please check with SHIELD. I want everyone who was under this little trinket’s control to be out of it before I try anything. They can try what we did with Barton.”

“Can you do it anyway? With the other stone with you, you could reverse whatever this is, right?”

“With what just happened, I’d rather not dive in head first,” Harry shook his head. “The risk is not worth it. Already one negligence has created this problem. No, we need more information, which means I should pay a certain someone a visit.”

“Who?” Natasha asked, sitting on her knees beside an unconscious Felicia.

“Someone old… someone who might know a bit more about these things,” he replied, his eyes firmly fixated on the Mind Stone. “Someone… ancient.”

To be continued…