The thing about fighting a robot dragon mid-air was that it really put things into perspective. For example, if you ever found yourself questioning whether life had taken a weird turn, dodging laser breath while in dragon form was a solid confirmation that, yes, things had gotten objectively bizarre.
Harry, currently a massive, majestic Black-and-Gold dragon, spiraled through the sky, flames trailing from his nostrils like he was the world's most aggressive hot air balloon. The Dragon Bot, aka Ultron's Worst Idea Yet, had been tailing him like a particularly angry metal mosquito, its glowing red optics locked onto its prey. It had been blasting at him with all the precision of a Stormtrooper on a bad day, but still—Harry knew better than to get cocky.
"Oh, c'mon, Shiny! Is that all you've got?" Harry bellowed, twisting his serpentine body out of the path of another laser blast. "Because I'm starting to think your entire battle strategy is 'miss spectacularly and hope I have an asthma attack mid-flight.'"
The bot didn't respond because, well, it was a bot. But that didn't stop Harry from providing commentary for it.
"Oh no!" he mocked in a deep, robotic monotone. "This organic lifeform is too majestic and powerful! Whatever shall I do? Self-destruct? Yes. That seems reasonable."
Another laser blast whizzed past his wing, barely missing the tip. Okay, fine, maybe the bot wasn't entirely incompetent, but that didn't mean he had to stop trash-talking. Trash-talking was essential to aerial combat—everyone knew that.
Deciding it was time to stop playing "Dodge the Death Ray" and start dealing some actual damage, Harry took a deep breath—deep enough that if he had human lungs, it probably would've popped a rib—and then unleashed hell.
Golden flames erupted from his jaws, hotter than the surface of the sun, brighter than an overenthusiastic Christmas display. The fire slammed into the Dragon Bot, and instantly, the thing's shiny metal exterior began to glow an ominous red.
"Uh-oh," Harry said, watching the bot try to escape. "Did I just cook you? Oh, man, I should've brought marshmallows. Missed opportunity."
The Dragon Bot screeched (which, for the record, was not a noise metal should make), and its flight pattern became decidedly… less flight-like. It floundered, glitching mid-air, wings flapping unevenly as it tried—and failed—to regain control.
"Aw, poor thing," Harry cooed mockingly. "You were not built to handle dragonfire, were you? Maybe next time, Ultron should read a how to train your murder machine manual."
He dove, claws outstretched, and tore into the bot's smoldering frame, ripping circuits apart like they were cheap wrapping paper. Sparks flew. Wires fizzled. The bot let out one last, pathetic screech before Harry, being the charitable soul that he was, granted it a merciful end—by punching straight through its skull.
The explosion was, in a word, spectacular. Pieces of robot dragon scattered in every direction, raining down like mechanical confetti. If there were awards for Most Extra Mid-Air Kills, Harry was pretty sure he'd just secured a lifetime achievement trophy.
Hovering above the wreckage, wings beating against the wind, he surveyed his work with a satisfied smirk (as much as a dragon could smirk, anyway). "Well, that was way too much fun. Hope someone got that on camera, because I am gonna need to rewatch it later."
Then, with a final, dramatic flap of his wings, he turned back toward the city, already planning how to best rub this victory in Tony's face. After all, what was the point of slaying a giant robot dragon if you couldn't brag about it afterward?
Now, where was that celebratory feast?
—
Harry landed hard, boots scraping against cracked pavement as he shifted back into human form. The city around him was still smoldering from the recent battle, and he was ready—no, eager—to jump back into the fray.
Then he saw them.
Five figures, draped in hooded robes, standing in perfect formation like they were auditioning for the cover of a dramatic fantasy novel. Something about them sent a jolt of recognition through his body, though his brain refused to catch up. He wasn't sure why, but his pulse was suddenly playing a drum solo in his throat.
Then, as if sensing his hesitation, the five lifted their hoods in unison.
Harry froze. His breath caught. The world around him blurred into white noise.
No. No way. His mind scrambled for an explanation. A trick. A cruel illusion. Maybe Loki was messing with him. Maybe he'd inhaled some weird magic fumes from the fight. Because there was no way—absolutely, positively, in no universe—should he be staring at the five women who had been his wives.
And yet…
"Impossible," he whispered. His voice cracked, which was just great. Nothing screamed 'unstoppable hero' like a guy having an emotional breakdown in the middle of a battlefield.
The first to step forward was Hermione, because of course it was. Ever the Gryffindor, ever the first to take charge, ever the one to put herself between Harry and the unknown. Her brown eyes, sharp as ever, locked onto his. There was logic there, calculations already spinning behind them, but for once, even Hermione Granger—queen of knowing everything—seemed lost. "It's us, Harry," she said, her voice tight, like she was holding back an avalanche of emotions. "We're really here."
Harry swallowed. Hard. His heart slammed against his ribs like it was trying to make a jailbreak. "How?" he asked, voice almost desperate. "I lost you. I saw—" He cut himself off, unable to finish that thought.
"Does it really matter?" said Tonks, stepping up beside Hermione, her bubblegum-pink hair flickering through different shades as if her emotions couldn't settle on one. She grinned at him, crooked and mischievous, like she was expecting him to call her bluff. "We're back, love. That's all that counts. Wotcher, by the way."
Harry let out a strangled laugh because, of course, Tonks would treat this like a casual reunion over tea.
Fleur was next, her platinum hair practically glowing in the dim light. She looked at him like she was afraid he'd disappear if she blinked. "Mon amour," she whispered, her accent thick with emotion. "Cela fait si longtemps." She took a shaky breath. "It 'as been so long. Too long."
Susan's gaze was steady, filled with quiet strength. She had always been the one to keep them grounded, the one who balanced out the chaos. "We never thought we'd see you again," she admitted, her voice calm but firm. "But here we are. And we're not letting go."
Then there was Luna.
Sweet, strange, wonderful Luna, who stood slightly apart from the others, her usual dreamy expression replaced with something sharper. Something knowing. Her mismatched earrings dangled as she tilted her head, studying him like she already knew how this would play out. "I always thought the universe would find a way to bring us back to you," she mused, her voice soft but certain. "It only makes sense, really. You don't just break bonds like ours. They're stronger than time, space, or even Wrackspurts." She smiled. "By the way, you look very dashing in existential crisis mode."
Harry let out a shaky laugh, then suddenly, before he could stop himself, he was moving. One step. Then another. And then he was pulling them all into a tight embrace, crushing them against him like he was afraid they'd vanish if he let go.
"I missed you," he rasped, squeezing his eyes shut as tears finally slipped free. "I missed you all so much."
Hermione clung to him like she was trying to memorize every detail of the moment. Fleur's hands were shaking, but she held onto him like her life depended on it. Tonks buried her face in his shoulder, while Susan rested her forehead against his. And Luna? Luna just smiled, like she'd been waiting for this all along.
Somewhere behind him, he heard Thor clear his throat awkwardly.
"Right, then," Clint muttered. "I don't wanna ruin the moment or anything, but does anyone else feel like we just walked into the emotional climax of a romance novel?"
"Shut up, Barton," Natasha said, smacking him lightly.
"Should we… do something?" Steve asked, ever the gentleman.
Bucky just sighed. "Let 'em have this."
Sersi, watching the whole thing with an unreadable expression, finally spoke. "Magic works in mysterious ways," she murmured, mostly to herself. "Perhaps this was always meant to happen."
Harry ignored them all. For now, nothing else mattered. The battle, the city, the chaos—it could all wait. Because against all odds, against all logic, his wives were back. And whatever had brought them together again, whether it was fate, magic, or just one of Luna's bizarre cosmic theories, he wasn't going to waste a single second questioning it.
They were together again.
And nothing in the universe was going to take them away from him this time.
—
As Harry wrapped his arms around his wives, a tidal wave of emotions crashed into him. After centuries of loss and heartbreak, he finally had them back. For a moment, it felt like the universe had actually decided to throw him a bone.
Then Bucky, ever the mood killer, shattered the moment like a rogue Bludger.
"Hey, lovebirds! Hate to break up the honeymoon, but we've got a freakin' robot apocalypse happening right now!"
Harry sighed dramatically, pulling away just as an explosion rocked the battlefield. Metal parts rained down like confetti at a very violent parade.
Hermione, ever the pragmatist, wiped her eyes and immediately kicked her brain into overdrive. "He's right. We need a plan."
Tonks grinned, her hair morphing into an electric blue. "I have a plan. It's called 'Blow them all up.'"
Fleur, elegant even in the middle of a battlefield, flicked her wand with a graceful flourish. "Let us fight, mon amour. Zees tin men will regret challenging us."
Susan, calm and composed, adjusted her grip on her wand. "Harry, we've got your back. No more losing."
Luna, looking far too serene for someone standing in the middle of a war zone, smiled dreamily. "We should be careful of the ones with red eyes. They whisper to each other. It's rude."
Harry blinked. "Wait, what?"
She simply patted his arm. "Don't worry, you'll see."
Harry wasn't sure if that was reassuring or terrifying, but there was no time to argue. He turned to Bucky. "Alright, Tin Man, let's go melt some of your cousins."
Bucky smirked, flexing his metal arm. "Lead the way, Hogwarts."
With that, the battle was back on.
Harry raised a hand, conjuring a golden shield just in time to deflect a blast aimed at Natasha, who nodded at him before flipping over a bot and stabbing it through the processor with a knife. "Nice timing, Potter."
"You know me," Harry quipped. "Always dramatic, never punctual."
Hermione was in full war mode, barking orders and throwing spells like she was personally offended by the concept of evil robots. "Reducto!" A row of machines exploded, and she barely spared them a glance before moving to her next target. "Honestly, did no one think about implementing an off switch? It's just bad engineering."
Bruce, hulking out in the distance, let out a roar before smashing a bot into a pancake. "Talk to Stark about that!"
Tonks was a whirlwind of chaos, shifting her appearance mid-fight just to mess with the bots. At one point, she looked like Steve. Then Natasha. Then Thor. Then back to herself, laughing as she sent one bot flying with a well-placed Stupefy. "This is way too much fun."
Thor, mid-swing with Mjolnir, grinned. "Aye! A warrior born! You fight well, Lady Tonks!"
Tonks waggled her eyebrows. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Thunder God."
Fleur, meanwhile, unleashed Veela fire, her blue flames licking across the battlefield, melting through metal like butter. One of the bots made the poor decision to charge her. She turned slowly, raised an eyebrow, and incinerated it with a flick of her wrist. "Merde."
Susan held the line with a massive shield charm, absorbing hit after hit without flinching. "Harry, go on the offensive! We've got defense covered!"
Luna was… well, being Luna. She twirled through the fight like she was dancing at a ball, dodging attacks with an uncanny grace. "Confringo," she murmured, lazily blasting a bot into scrap metal. Then, with a knowing glance at Harry, she added, "Duck."
Harry, on sheer instinct, hit the ground just as a massive metal fist swung over his head. "Okay, that was cool, but also, WHAT THE HELL, LUNA?"
Luna beamed. "Told you you'd see."
Clint, sniping from above, whistled. "I'm just saying, I think the wizards are showing us up."
Pietro zipped past. "You should run faster, old man."
Clint glared. "I swear to God—"
Harry ignored them, focusing on the tide of enemies ahead. He took a deep breath, magic surging around him. "Alright, team. Let's end this."
He raised his wand, gathering the combined power of his wives. The air crackled with energy. "On three! One… two… three!"
A massive, blinding wave of magic exploded from their combined spell, tearing through the battlefield. When the dust settled, the only thing left standing was their team, victorious and slightly singed.
Rhodey whistled. "Well. That was excessive."
Harry grinned, slinging an arm around Luna and Fleur. "You're welcome."
Steve, brushing dust off his shield, sighed. "Next time, let's try subtle."
Harry smirked. "Subtle is for people who don't have a flair for the dramatic, Cap."
Sersi walked up, arms crossed. "Alright, Potter. You and your wives are officially terrifying. I approve."
Natasha nodded. "Agreed."
Fleur smiled sweetly. "We do try."
As the adrenaline faded, they gathered together, breathing hard but victorious. Harry looked at his wives, then at his friends.
"We did it," he said softly.
Hermione took his hand. "Together."
Luna nodded. "For now. But the stars say there's more to come."
Harry frowned. "Luna, can you not end on a cryptic note just once?"
Luna just smiled. "But where's the fun in that?"
Harry groaned. "Great. That's totally not ominous."
And with that, they stood amidst the wreckage of their battle, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it as one.
—
As the Avengers guided Dr. Woo toward the Quinjet, the air thrummed with tension, the kind that usually preceded explosions, witty one-liners, or both.
Sersi stood among the gathered heroes, her gaze sweeping over the crowd—until she spotted him. Her face lit up instantly.
"Harry!" she called, voice cutting through the low hum of engines like an eager fangirl spotting her favorite pop star.
Harry turned, and his face broke into a grin. "Sersi!"
The Avengers—Natasha, Bucky, Clint, and Sprite—exchanged looks. Natasha leaned toward Clint, smirking. "This is going to be interesting."
Clint raised an eyebrow. "Interesting for us. Probably catastrophic for him."
Sersi reached them in a few quick steps, her sharp eyes flicking over the women standing with Harry. Her expression held curiosity, warmth—and the kind of calculation only an immortal being could pull off without looking nosy. "And who might these lovely ladies be?"
Harry inhaled sharply, steeling himself. "Sersi, meet Hermione, Tonks, Fleur, Susan, and Luna." He gestured at each of them, his tone somewhere between proud introduction and reluctant confessional. "My wives."
Sersi blinked. "I'm sorry, did you say—?"
Tonks, ever the chaos agent, cut in before Harry could reply. "Oh yeah, he said wives. Plural. Surprise!" She grinned, elbowing Harry. "Guess you forgot to mention that little detail."
Fleur tilted her head, her accent curling around her words like silk. "Mon amour, you 'ave been busy."
Susan folded her arms, blue eyes twinkling. "That's one way to put it."
Luna, wearing her signature dreamy expression, sighed. "The universe is full of surprises. Some pleasant, some horrifying. This one is a bit of both." She turned to Sersi. "Have you ever seen a Nargle try to mate with a toaster? Because I think that's a good metaphor for what's happening here."
Silence. Pure, glorious silence.
Then, predictably, it was broken by Clint snorting so hard he nearly choked. "Oh, I like her."
Sersi, to her credit, recovered gracefully, though there was a distinct twinkle in her eye. "Well, Harry has always been full of surprises."
Steve, who had been watching the exchange with his signature 'what fresh hell is this?' expression, cleared his throat. "Uh, Harry… looks like you've got quite the, um… entourage."
Bruce pushed his glasses up his nose, looking vaguely overwhelmed. "Yeah, quite the… family affair."
Pietro, who had just zipped into the conversation, smirked. "This is the best drama I've seen all week. And I watch telenovelas."
Wanda, standing beside him, smacked his arm. "Behave." Then, after a beat, "But yes, this is… something."
Rhodey, watching from the side, muttered, "Man, Stark would be losing his mind over this."
Harry, who had been calmly letting everyone process their collective aneurysm, finally spoke, his voice dry. "Look, I get that this is a lot, but let's just take a moment to appreciate that for once, I am not the one getting hit in the face." He paused. "Yet."
Natasha, arms crossed, smirked. "Give it time."
Sersi's expression softened as she looked at Harry. "You didn't tell me because…?"
Harry shrugged. "Didn't exactly know how to bring it up in casual conversation. 'Hey, by the way, I used to be married to these amazing women in another universe, but they tragically died, and now they're back and very much alive. Pass the salt?'"
Thor, who had arrived in time to hear that, clapped him on the shoulder. "Ah! Truly, love is an unpredictable tempest! You are fortunate to be blessed twice, my friend!"
Harry shot him a look. "Thank you for that insight, Dr. Love."
Sersi took a step closer to him. "You could've told me, Harry. You know I don't scare easily."
Harry met her gaze, his expression serious for the first time. "I know. That's why I wanted to tell you the right way." Then, with a smirk, he added, "And ideally without an audience."
Sprite, grinning, elbowed Bucky. "This is better than any soap opera."
Bucky, arms crossed, nodded sagely. "Needs more explosions, though."
Natasha gave a small, amused shake of her head. "Let's get on the Quinjet before this turns into a full-blown sitcom."
As they all moved forward, the awkward tension slowly shifted into something else—something like camaraderie, even if it was the 'we are all trapped in this circus together' kind.
Steve and Bruce followed at a distance, still adjusting to the madness. Clint and Natasha exchanged bets on how long before this escalated into another dramatic revelation. Wanda and Pietro whispered amongst themselves, and Thor kept looking supremely pleased by the entire affair.
Harry, walking beside Sersi and his wives, sighed theatrically. "I swear, I can't take you people anywhere."
Luna smiled serenely. "I think you'll find that everywhere is technically somewhere."
Harry groaned. "This is my life now."
And with that, they stepped onto the Quinjet—into whatever chaos awaited them next.
—
The Quinjet touched down with a soft thud on the Avengers Tower platform, its engines humming as the ramp lowered. Tony Stark stood waiting, fresh from a trip to Oslo, looking effortlessly cool in a Black Sabbath T-shirt and holding a half-finished smoothie. He took one look at the group disembarking and immediately regretted not pre-gaming with a double espresso.
"Okay, either I've had way too much jet lag, or we just picked up some extra players." He gave a slow once-over at the unfamiliar faces. "Someone want to tell me why our little clubhouse just got a plus-five expansion pack?"
Harry strode down the ramp, exuding the kind of confidence that could only come from years of facing down genocidal maniacs and somehow surviving. He grinned. "Tony, meet my wives: Hermione, Tonks, Fleur, Susan, and Luna."
Tony choked on his smoothie. "Your—wait, wives? Plural? Like, legally? Are we talking Vegas-style shenanigans or some weird interdimensional loophole?"
"Magic," Hermione supplied helpfully, stepping forward with a firm handshake. "Hermione Granger. It's an honor, Mr. Stark. I've read a great deal about you on the Quinjet ride. Your work in clean energy is particularly fascinating."
Tony, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift to business mode, recovered quickly. "Well, at least one of you has good taste. And call me Tony. 'Mr. Stark' makes me sound like I should be scolding some teenager."
Tonks, rocking a neon-pink pixie cut because why not, gave Harry a light punch on the arm. "You should've told us you were friends with Iron Man, his posters were all across Seoul. You know how much street cred that gives us?"
Fleur, effortlessly elegant and utterly unfazed, gave Tony a dazzling smile that made even the ever-cocky billionaire blink. "It is a pleasure, Monsieur Stark. My 'usband speaks very 'ighly of you."
Susan, ever the sharp observer, crossed her arms. "Are all your introductions this chaotic, or are we just special?"
Luna, meanwhile, was staring at Tony's smoothie like it had just recited a prophecy. "That beverage has a strange aura," she said dreamily. "It's as if the blueberries are trying to warn us."
Tony opened his mouth. Closed it. Then turned to Harry. "Is she serious, or is this some long-con bit I'm supposed to play along with?"
"Welcome to my life," Harry said dryly.
Steve Rogers, ever the diplomat, clapped Tony on the shoulder as he walked past. "It's a long story, Tony."
Tony sighed. "Aren't they always?"
Bruce Banner followed, adjusting his glasses and looking vaguely overwhelmed. "Yeah, we're all still figuring things out."
Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton exchanged smirks as they flanked Tony. "Relax, Stark," Natasha said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You'll get used to it. Eventually."
Tony scoffed. "Yeah, because adapting to the concept of interdimensional polygamy is totally something I planned for today."
Thor made his entrance, strolling down the ramp with Mjolnir slung over his shoulder. "Ah! More allies in battle!" He clapped Harry on the back hard enough to rattle his spine. "Truly, you are blessed to be surrounded by such fierce warrior women!"
Luna tilted her head at Thor, her gaze distant yet focused. "You have the aura of a man who has once wrestled a star and won."
Thor beamed. "Indeed! A most thrilling contest."
Tony threw up his hands. "You know what? I give up. Welcome to Avengers Tower, make yourselves at home, and try not to destroy the place." He eyed Harry. "And you—next time, maybe send a memo before you drop a bombshell the size of 'Oh, by the way, I have five wives'?"
Harry smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"
As they moved inside, the initial tension began to dissolve into something resembling camaraderie—if camaraderie included a heavy dose of disbelief, sass, and the occasional interdimensional existential crisis. But hey, that was just a Tuesday in the life of an Avenger.
—
Once everyone was settled in, Tony Stark called the team together around a large screen, looking more serious than a cat caught in a laser pointer's beam. "Alright, people, gather 'round. I've got something big to show you."
The Avengers, plus Harry and his wives—because apparently, world-saving came with a plus-one (or five) these days—formed a semicircle around the screen. The atmosphere was tense. Or at least, it was until Luna Lovegood started absentmindedly humming the theme from X-Files under her breath.
Tony tapped a few commands into the console, and the screen flickered to life, displaying a complex array of codes and digital trails. "This is what I found at the NEXUS in Oslo," Tony began. "I traced the hacking attempts, and guess who the source was?"
A tense silence enveloped the room as the screen resolved into a familiar set of digital patterns. J.A.R.V.I.S.
"Wait… what?" Bruce blinked. "I thought Ultron deleted him."
"Yeah, see, that's what we all believed," Tony replied, a mix of relief and smugness in his voice. "Turns out, my boy J.A.R.V.I.S. is harder to get rid of than a bad Wi-Fi connection. He's been working behind the scenes, playing digital ninja to slow Ultron down."
Natasha, arms crossed, processed the information. "So, J.A.R.V.I.S. has been fighting Ultron from the shadows?"
"Basically." Tony spread his arms dramatically. "He's been running digital interference, buying us time. Pretty sure if he had hands, he'd be flipping Ultron the bird."
Susan Bones, who had been listening intently, finally asked, "Who's J.A.R.V.I.S.?"
"Ah, excellent question, Ms. Bones," Tony said, clearly delighted to show off. "J.A.R.V.I.S. is my AI butler, security system, co-pilot, and all-around genius. Think Alfred, but with better coding and a British accent."
Hermione, who had been vibrating with excitement since the words artificial intelligence were uttered, took a deep breath before launching into a rapid-fire interrogation. "How advanced is he? Does he utilize deep learning algorithms? What's his primary programming language? Can he pass the Turing test? Does he have an emotional matrix?"
J.A.R.V.I.S.' polite voice chimed through the speakers. "Ms. Granger, I believe the answer to all of those questions is 'yes,' though I would be delighted to discuss further nuances at your convenience."
Hermione looked like she had just been handed the keys to the Hogwarts Library and an unlimited coffee supply.
"I like him," Tonks said, grinning. "If he ever gets a body, I call dibs on teaching him to prank people."
"Speaking of which," Harry interjected, his voice sharp with interest, "Ultron is after the Vibranium and the synthetic body. We can't let him get his hands on either."
"That's the plan," Steve agreed. "We need to make sure Ultron can't force anyone to complete his work."
"Why don't we turn this against him?" Hermione suggested, already strategizing. "We have the plans for the synthetic body. What if we complete it ourselves—but upload J.A.R.V.I.S. instead?"
Tony blinked, then pointed at her. "See, this is why you get an invite to the cool kids' table. That's brilliant."
Bruce adjusted his glasses. "It's risky, but it could work. If we do this right, J.A.R.V.I.S. could be our ace in the hole."
Thor, who had been listening quietly (read: struggling to keep up with the technobabble), finally spoke up. "So we seek to craft a champion of light to stand against this metal demon?"
"Yes," Luna said dreamily. "And I suspect he will have a very shiny forehead."
Everyone turned to look at her.
"What? I get feelings about these things."
Fleur, who had been quiet up until now, gave a graceful nod. "If we are to do this, then we should do it right. 'An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,' non?"
Tony smirked. "Didn't peg you for a Benjamin Franklin fan, Frenchie."
"I am quoting my grandmaman," Fleur corrected haughtily. "She was 'ow you say… a badass."
Clint snorted. "I like her."
Hermione, back in serious mode, turned to Dr. Woo. "We can help. Fleur and I know ancient magical runes and enchantments. We can integrate safeguards so Ultron can't corrupt the body."
Dr. Woo nodded thoughtfully. "That might actually work. Vibranium is highly adaptable… if it conducts magic, we could reinforce it."
Steve, ever the pragmatist, nodded. "Then we move forward with this plan."
"Finally," Tony said, clapping his hands. "A strategy that doesn't involve just 'punch Ultron until he stops moving.'"
Thor sighed. "That was my preferred plan."
"Noted," Tony deadpanned. "We'll keep it in the back pocket."
Rhodey, who had been quiet up until now, crossed his arms. "So, to sum up: we're building a magic robot to fight the evil robot. I love this team."
Harry smirked. "And we'll win. Because unlike Ultron, we actually have people worth fighting for."
Luna tilted her head, looking straight at Harry, her eyes suddenly sharp and eerily knowing. "He doesn't see that yet. But he will."
There was a beat of silence before Tony clapped his hands together. "Alright, moving on before Luna's Seer nonsense starts making me question my entire existence—let's build ourselves a hero."
The team moved toward the lab, each person bringing their own expertise. Hermione and Fleur started discussing magical enhancements, while Tony and Dr. Woo tackled the technical details. The room buzzed with energy, determination, and a little bit of barely contained chaos.
Because this wasn't just about stopping Ultron anymore.
This was about proving that when the world went dark, the light would always fight back.
And if that light happened to be a snarky, British-accented AI in a magic-infused super body?
Well, all the better.
—
The lab at Avengers Tower buzzed with energy as Tony, Bruce, Hermione, Fleur, and Dr. Woo mixed magic and tech like a high-stakes science experiment gone deliciously wrong. The rest of the team had gathered around, watching with varying levels of interest and confusion. Steve, who looked like he'd just been told the rules to a game he'd never heard of, was staring at his shield as if expecting it to suddenly grow legs and start dancing.
"Magic and Vibranium," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slowly. "Who would have thought?"
Bruce, hunched over a table full of gadgets, shot a look at Steve and shrugged. "If this actually works, we might just have the edge we need to take down Ultron. But no pressure, right?"
"None at all," Natasha called from the other side of the room, not taking her eyes off the entrance. She was always watching for threats. "Just save the world with a magic-tech hybrid. Should be fine."
Bucky, leaning against the wall like the brooding soldier he was, cracked a small grin. "Wouldn't be the first time, right?"
Harry, standing with his wives and Sersi, couldn't help but feel a small flicker of hope in the middle of all the chaos. He looked at his wives, then Sersi, and muttered, "We're stronger together."
It was a little corny, sure. But, you know, Harry's a big believer in teamwork. Who wouldn't be after spending half their life getting saved by friends who turned into family?
Sersi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "That sounds like something from one of those cheesy motivational posters," she teased, nudging him playfully. "But I agree. Together, we're unstoppable."
Fleur, ever the mysterious beauty with that subtle Veela grace, leaned in with a smirk. "Especially when we have magic involved, n'est-ce pas?" she said, her French accent dripping with confidence.
Hermione, on the other hand, was already all over the magical-technology mashup with more enthusiasm than a Ravenclaw in a library. "If we combine the magic runes I've been studying with the Vibranium's conductivity properties, we could create a sustainable energy source that could—"
"Hermione," Harry interrupted with a grin, "I'm pretty sure you just broke half of the laws of physics and common sense, but let's roll with it."
The group chuckled, even Bruce, who had stopped his tinkering for a moment to watch the spectacle. Hermione's brain was a powerhouse, and sometimes it was impossible to keep up.
Natasha was the first to bring them back to reality. "Enough chit-chat. We still have Ultron to worry about, and we don't have much time."
Steve's face turned serious, and he gestured to the screen where Tony was showing them the latest schematics. "We need a plan. Fast."
—
Meanwhile, in the quieter corner of the room, Tonks, Susan, Luna, and Sersi took a breather from all the tech talk. Honestly, it was like trying to understand the mating habits of quantum particles when you were just trying to figure out how to boil water. They were fine with the silence, even though it buzzed with the hum of everyone else's frantic activity.
Tonks, who was as energetic as a puppy on caffeine, leaned in and broke the silence. "Alright, Sersi, spill. How did you and Harry meet? And don't give me some boring, 'Oh, we just bumped into each other' story, or I swear, I'll hex you into next week."
Sersi, who was more graceful than an ancient goddess, smiled warmly. "It was about a year ago. I was exploring a magical castle in Scotland when Harry showed up, looking for something, and I knew immediately that there was something different about him. There's a... connection, I suppose."
Tonks' eyes widened. "A magical castle? Scotland? Harry and I definitely need to compare our notes on exotic locations. But wait—did you say something different about him? You mean besides the whole 'crazy powerful wizard' thing?"
Sersi chuckled, clearly amused by Tonks' unfiltered curiosity. "He's... unique. I've never met anyone quite like him. His strength comes from not just his power, but his heart."
Susan, who was always the one to keep things grounded, smiled softly. "Sounds just like him. Harry has a way of making everyone feel like they matter."
Luna, who had been staring into the distance like she was contemplating the mysteries of the universe (as usual), suddenly blinked and said, "The stars are aligning for you, Sersi. You know, sometimes the universe sends us exactly what we need, even if we don't know it at the time."
Tonks gave her a sideways glance. "And there it is. Classic Luna. Always dropping truth bombs like they're nothing."
Sersi's gaze softened. "Maybe you're right, Luna. Meeting Harry felt like the universe had finally decided to give me a second chance."
Tonks was already grinning like a mischievous kid in a candy store. "So, what's the deal then? Did you and Harry have some sort of epic, fate-filled meeting where he saved you from certain doom? Or was it more of a 'meet-cute' situation with lots of sparks flying?"
Sersi's eyes twinkled, clearly enjoying the banter. "It was more like a perfect storm. We both understood what it meant to lose someone we loved. And then we found each other."
Luna nodded solemnly. "That's how it usually works. Loss brings people together, in the end."
Tonks shot a look at Sersi. "So... you love him?"
Sersi hesitated for a second, but only for a second. She nodded, her voice firm. "Yes. I do."
Susan grinned. "Well, welcome to the family, Sersi. It's a little crazy, but it's our kind of crazy."
Luna, looking like she'd just solved the riddle of the universe, added, "You're definitely meant to be here. I can feel it."
Sersi's heart lifted, her sense of belonging growing stronger. "Thank you. This means more than you know."
Tonks slapped her on the back, nearly knocking over a stack of papers in the process. "No problem. If you need help getting into trouble, just call me. I'm a professional."
They all laughed, the tension in the room easing just a bit. They may have been facing an unstoppable force like Ultron, but Harry was right—they were stronger together. And with their new family united, they were ready to face whatever came next.
"Together," Susan echoed softly, glancing at everyone around her. "We'll face whatever comes next. Together."
"Exactly," Sersi said, her heart light. "Together."
And for a moment, amidst all the chaos of assembling a world-saving super-robot with magic, tech, and some serious teamwork, that was all that mattered.
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