The town of Puente Antiguo was slowly returning to normal. Distant voices of cleanup crews and the occasional rumble of heavy machinery clearing debris could be heard in the silence of the night.
Harry traced lazy patterns on Darcy's bare shoulder as she lay curled against his chest, her dark hair spilled across his body. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his fingertips, and he found himself marveling at how natural this felt.
Darcy's breathing was relaxed with contentment as they basked in their post-orgasmic glory, but Harry could sense her restlessness given how her fingers occasionally tightened against his ribs.
Darcy shifted against him, her breath tickling his collarbone.
"I still can't wrap my head around what happened today," she murmured. "I mean, when I woke up this morning, the biggest worry I had was whether Jane would remember to eat lunch. Giant killer robot from space wasn't exactly on my agenda."
Harry's fingers stilled momentarily before he resumed caressing her skin.
"Tell me about it," he said softly, even though he already knew every detail of what had happened. Still, he wanted to hear her perspective, to understand how the events had affected her and the others caught in the crossfire.
Darcy propped herself up on his chest so she could look at him properly, her eyes a mixture of excitement, fear, and amazement.
"It was like something out of a movie," she began, her fingers absently tracing the contours of his chest as she spoke. "But scarier because it was real, you know? This thing—the Destroyer, they called it—it wasn't just some special effect or CGI monster. It was actually there, actually trying to kill people. Walking through town like we were ants, buildings exploding around it, fires starting everywhere it looked."
Harry pulled her closer, knowing that she needed some human contact after coming across a force that could've ended her life in an instant.
"The worst part," Darcy said, her voice growing softer, "was feeling so completely helpless. I mean, what do you do when faced with something like that? Run and hide? That's about all us regular humans could manage. It really made me realize just how small we are in the grand scheme of things."
She continued telling him about the events that had unfolded with Thor and the Destroyer, and Harry listened calmly.
"But somehow..." She paused, as if trying to solve a puzzle that didn't quite fit together. "Somehow things kept working out in ways that didn't make sense. Debris that should have crushed people missed by inches. Buildings that should have collapsed held up for everyone to get out safely. Windows that should have shattered from the shockwaves somehow stayed intact."
Harry felt a warm satisfaction at her words. His interventions had indeed made the difference between tragedy and miraculous escape for dozens of people.
"Jane thinks it might have been some kind of unconscious manifestation of Thor's power," Darcy continued, "like his presence alone was enough to create a protective field around the town. Erik's going with statistical anomaly—his way of dealing with things that don't fit into neat scientific categories. Me? I honestly don't know what to think anymore."
"Maybe you all just got lucky," Harry suggested.
"Maybe," Darcy agreed, but she wasn't entirely convinced. "But that much luck starts to look suspiciously like something else. Like someone was looking out for us, making sure the worst didn't happen."
She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, her lips lingering against his skin. "All I know for sure is that we're so lucky we all made it through. And it's really great that I get to be here with you right now instead of being a pile of ash in the desert."
Her lips trailed up his skin, kissing along his neck and chin before she kissed him once again. Harry kissed her back, pulling her close, and Darcy moaned when he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. Her hands found their way into his hair as she pressed herself against him, and Harry responded instinctively, his arms reaching over to cup her delicious behind.
When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily, and Darcy's eyes were filled with want and arousal.
"I think," she said wickedly but with a genuine smile, "that we both need a reminder that we're very much alive."
Harry lay back as Darcy climbed on top of him, guiding his erect cock inside her wet pussy once again. She moved her hips in a steady rhythm, her hands pressing against his chest for balance. Harry gripped her thighs, thrusting upward to meet her movements. Her breaths came in soft moans, her eyes locked on his with trust. She leaned down, kissing him deeply, their tongues tangling as they fucked.
Darcy's breasts bounced slightly with each roll of her hips, and Harry's hands slid up to cup them, his thumbs grazing her nipples.
"You love them, don't you?" She asked breathlessly, grinning.
"Very much so," Harry nodded.
Darcy's hips began rocking faster, his cock plunging deep inside her pussy. She leaned down and gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as her breaths turned into sharp moans.
Harry thrust up harder, his hands gripping her plump rear firmly, his fingers digging into her skin as he felt her inner walls getting tighter around his girth with each thrust, each roll of her hips.
It didn't take long, and she trembled atop him, her hands giving away. Her large tits smashed against his chest and Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her, thrusting up as she came, her muscles clenching.
"Harry!" She let out a loud cry, her pussy pulsing, soaking him as waves of pure pleasure washed over her. Harry groaned at the impossible tightness around his manhood, his cock throbbing as he came inside her once again, shooting his seed deep inside her quivering snatch, filling her with his release.
They collapsed together on the bed, his manhood still pulsing inside her pussy as they breathed heavily. The room was quiet except for their gasps and heavy breathing.
Once again, Darcy rested against his body, her head leaning on his shoulder, her hair splayed across his chest, as their heartbeats slowly calmed.
"You know," she said after a little while, not lifting her head from his shoulder, "you've been pretty elusive lately."
Harry's hand, which had been stroking her hair, paused. "What do you mean?"
Darcy was quiet for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts.
"I mean you disappear for hours at a time, sometimes for the entire day, and when I ask where you've been, you give me these vague answers."
She shifted against him, not pulling away but creating just enough space to look at his face properly. "You've got money—good money, from what I can tell—but no office to go to, no boss calling you, no coworkers you complain about. You seem like someone who's used to being in control of situations, but act like just some guy passing through town."
Harry felt his chest tighten slightly. Darcy was more observant than most people gave her credit for, and her casual, playful demeanor often masked a sharp intelligence that missed very little. He should have expected that she'd start putting pieces together, especially given how much time they'd been spending together.
"And today," she continued, her voice growing softer but more concerned, "when everything went to hell with the giant killer robot, you were nowhere to be seen. I looked for you, Harry. When that thing started tearing through town, my first thought after 'oh shit we're all going to die' was wondering where you were and if you were safe."
Harry could see the vulnerability in her eyes. She had been genuinely worried about his safety during the crisis.
"I spent the entire battle terrified that I was going to find you crushed under some rubble or vaporized by that thing's fire attacks," she said, unable to suppress the tremor in her voice. "Do you have any idea how that felt? Not knowing if someone you care about is alive or dead while the world is literally ending around you?"
Harry reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin tenderly. He sent several calming pulses of his magic, comforting her.
"I was never in any danger," he said softly. Pulling her closer, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I promise you that, Darcy. I was safe the entire time."
She accepted the kiss but pulled back to look at his face, clearly not entirely satisfied with his answer.
"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about," she said after a moment. "You say that with such certainty, like you know something the rest of us don't. You'd been cryptic even before the attack, especially about Thor and how he appeared, as if you had some information. Even now, you're saying as if you have some capabilities that kept you out of danger."
Harry could practically see the gears turning in her mind, connecting dots and forming patterns from observations she'd been collecting during the entire time they'd known each other.
"Harry," she said finally, meeting his eyes steadily, "I know you're hiding a lot from me. I need to ask this directly. Are you some kind of government agent? One of those black suits that have been running around this town? Are you a spy, Harry?"
Harry stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, his mind racing. How much could he tell her? How much should he tell her? How much did he want to tell her?
What had started as mutual attraction between them had evolved. He genuinely cared about Darcy's wellbeing, respected her intelligence and resilience, and found her company genuinely enjoyable beyond their physical connection.
She had become, he realized, a friend as well as a lover, and her absence would leave a real void in his life when the time came to part ways.
He didn't have romantic feelings for her, but she had become someone important to him, and he didn't want to hurt her.
Finally, he sighed and met her eyes. "I'm not who I've been saying I am," he admitted quietly. "Your suspicions are... more or less right."
Darcy blinked, clearly not having expected such a direct confirmation. For a moment, she just stared at him. "So you are a spy," she said, and it wasn't quite a question.
The assumption made Harry chuckle despite the seriousness of the moment. "No, it's nothing like that. It's more... complicated than government work."
"Complicated how?"
"I have certain abilities of my own," he said slowly. "Powers, you might say. Capabilities that go beyond what most people would consider normal."
"Powers?" Darcy's eyebrows rose, and he could see her brain working. "What kind of powers?"
Instead of answering directly with words that might sound like the ravings of someone who'd watched too many comic book movies, Harry decided a demonstration would be more effective. He looked around, and his eyes immediately fell on something that had been discarded on the floor beside the bed when they'd been eagerly undressing each other about an hour ago.
He levitated her purple lace bra and started moving it around, twirling it into a slow dance around the room over their heads.
Darcy stared at the floating fabric for several long seconds, her mouth slightly open in surprise and her eyes tracking its movement. Finally, she slapped him lightly on the chest.
"Okay, I get it," she said, her voice a mix of amazement and mild exasperation. "You can stop playing with my bra now."
Harry chuckled and let the bra drop back to the floor. "This is just one of many things I can do, but it seemed like a good starting point."
Darcy nodded slowly, clearly trying to process this revelation. After a moment, she started to laugh—not hysterical laughter born of shock or disbelief, but genuine amusement.
"What's funny?" Harry asked, relieved that she didn't seem to be having a breakdown over learning that her casual lover was apparently some kind of superhuman.
"I'd been teasing Jane about having a literal superhero for a loverboy," Darcy said between chuckles as she moved against him, shaking her head at the irony of the situation. "Teasing her mercilessly about Thor and his hammer and his lightning powers. And here I was sleeping with someone who has his own supernatural abilities. Wicked sense of humor."
Harry found himself chuckling along with her, genuinely relieved by how well she was taking the revelation. But as their shared amusement faded, Darcy's expression grew more serious again.
"I guess this means you'll be leaving soon too, just like Thor," she said with a resigned smile.
"This was never supposed to be permanent between us," he said gently. "We both understood that from the beginning, didn't we?"
"Yeah," Darcy sighed. "It's been fun, more fun than I could've imagined. That doesn't mean I won't miss you when you're gone, though. Just because something isn't meant to last forever doesn't mean it doesn't matter while it's happening."
"Are you telling me I've already gotten you addicted to my supernatural charm?" he teased lightly.
In response, Darcy leaned down and kissed him deeply, her body shifting to straddle his hips once again. When they broke apart, there was a determined glint in her eyes.
"I guess I better make the most of whatever time we have left," she murmured against his lips, her voice husky with desire. "If you're going to disappear into whatever mysterious superhero business you're really involved in, then I want to make sure I have enough memories to last."
"Is that so?" Harry asked, and before she could react, he gripped her hips and flipped them, pinning her beneath him. She gasped, but her legs wrapping around his waist immediately as he pressed his body on top of hers, his cock soft inside her.
She ran her fingers along his back, feeling the warmth of his skin. Harry responded by kissing her neck, sucking on her soft skin before his lips grazed the sensitive spot below her ear. She tilted her head, giving him more access, and felt him hardening inside her.
"Fuck me," she whispered sultrily.
Harry started moving, slow at first, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. Her hands roamed his shoulders before she gripped them firmly, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips met, hungry and open, their tongues tangling as he thrust inside her hard.
Darcy arched into him, meeting his thrusts eagerly, her nails digging into his shoulder. Harry broke the kiss, trailing his mouth along her jaw, down to her collarbone, sucking lightly. She moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, urging him on.
Their pace quickened, their hips grinding together, the bed shifting under them. Harry's hands slid under her, cupping her ass, tilting her to take him deeper. She gasped, her legs tightening around him, her heels pressing into his thighs as she pulled him even deeper.
"Fuck, Darcy," he groaned, his voice rough as he began kissing her breasts, his lips brushing her nipple before sucking it gently. Darcy shuddered, her arms wrapping around his back and her hands holding him by the back of his head, pulling him closer.
He thrust harder, their bodies slapping together, sweat slicking their skin. Darcy's hands roamed his back, her nails scraping lightly on his skin, urging him to go even faster. She kissed his shoulder, biting softly, tasting him.
Harry groaned as he rose, his mouth finding hers again, kissing her deep and hard, as if he couldn't get enough. Their breaths mingled, ragged and fast, and the room was filled with the sounds of their fucking—moans, gasps, the creak of the bed, and the slapping of skin against skin.
Darcy felt the pressure building, her core tightening with every thrust. Harry's hand slid between them, his fingers finding her clit, and he began rubbing in tight circles. She cried out, her hips bucking, chasing the sensation.
Harry kept moving relentlessly, planting his knees on the bed as he angled himself so that his cock kept hitting just right inside her. As he fucked her, his lips clamped on her nipple once again before he grabbed both her tits, squeezing firmly.
"Harry," she gasped, her voice breaking, hands clutching his back as her orgasm hit. Her body shook, waves of pleasure crashing through her, her walls clenching around him.
Harry's thrusts faltered, his own release close. He buried his face in her neck, groaning as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his warm seed. They clung to each other, trembling, their breaths heavy. He stayed on top, still inside her, kissing her softly—her neck, her chin, her cheek, her forehead and finally her lips.
They lay there tangled as they kissed, their heartbeats slowly calming down as Harry pulled her to himself.
"So what happens now? Do you disappear into the night like some mysterious superhero, never to be seen again?" Darcy asked, caressing his chest gently.
"I don't know exactly," he said quietly. "There are things happening, cosmic-level events that are going to require attention. I can't just ignore them and pretend to be a normal person indefinitely."
"But you'll try to stay in touch?" She asked hopefully.
"I'll try to," Harry promised, "You've become important to me, Darcy. More important than I expected when this started."
"Well," she said finally, "I guess that's better than nothing. And who knows? Maybe someday when you're done saving the world or the universe or whatever, you'll want a normal life for a while. Small towns are good places to lie low and pretend to be ordinary."
"I'll remember that," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her lips.
xXx
The Bifrost landing site looked different in the morning than it had immediately after the rainbow bridge's departure. What had initially appeared to be simple destruction revealed itself to be something far more complex and fascinating when examined properly. The scorched earth formed a perfect circle roughly thirty feet in diameter, but it wasn't merely burned—it was transformed.
Harry stood at the edge of the circle as the desert sun climbed toward noon, his magical senses extended to their fullest capacity as he analyzed the residual energies that still clung to the area. It felt oddly like fingerprint marks left at a scene of crime.
The power signature was unlike anything he'd encountered previously, in both worlds. This was a complex weaving of physics and magic that operated on principles not yet discovered on Earth, and Harry easily concluded one thing. This was a level of technological and mystical integration that only the most advanced civilizations could hope to achieve.
The Bifrost wasn't simply a transportation method—it was something far more elegant and sophisticated than that. Harry could sense the controlled manipulation of space-time itself, the creation of stable wormholes that connected distant points across not just the galaxy but across different dimensions of reality. The engineering required for such precision was staggering, involving calculations that would strain even the most advanced minds.
Kneeling carefully at the circle's edge to avoid disturbing any of the larger formations, Harry placed his palm flat against one of the crystalline structures that had been created where the rainbow bridge's energy had fused desert sand into glass. The moment his skin made contact with the transformed material, his magical consciousness expanded exponentially, reaching out.
His eyes widened when he realized that the crystal held memories which he could somehow perceive—not thoughts or emotions as living beings understood them, but remnants of the cosmic forces that tore through reality itself.
Harry analyzed the magical pathways, and he realized he could trace those impressions backward like following a river upstream to its source, mapping the path the Bifrost's energy had taken across vast distances of space and time.
There—he could sense the pathway stretching across impossible distances to a realm of golden spires and rainbow bridges, where ancient magic flowed through crystalline conduits and the very air thrummed with power.
Asgard, clearly, but his perception didn't stop there. The more he studied the energy patterns, the more he began to understand that the Bifrost wasn't just a point-to-point connection between Asgard and Earth.
It was part of something much larger and more intricate—a vast network that linked nine different realms through the cosmic structure known as Yggdrasil, the World Tree.
Each realm had its own unique energy signature. Midgard, Asgard, Jotunheim, Alfheim, Vanaheim, Nidavellir, Muspelheim, Niflheim, and one more whose signature was so faint he could barely detect it—a realm that seemed somehow separate from the others, older and more mysterious. He knew which one it was—Svartalfheim. The home of the Dark Elves.
As Harry pulled away from the stream of cosmic energy, he took a moment to collect his thoughts. If he could understand the principles behind the Bifrost's operation, he might be able to create his own version of the technology. Not a crude imitation that required massive infrastructure like Asgard's rainbow bridge, but something more personal and flexible that could be adapted to his specific needs and capabilities.
Something imitating floo or portkey travel, and if it was flexible enough, apparition. It could enable him to traverse the nine realms at will, allowing him to interact with allies and tackle adversaries before they could threaten Earth.
Harry opened his eyes and stood slowly, brushing sand from his palm while his mind raced through the challenges at hand. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the familiar black sedan that was approaching along the dusty road.
Right on schedule, Harry thought.
Agent Phil Coulson emerged from the government vehicle, and Harry could not help but wonder how comfortable that dark suit was in this desert heat. The man's expression was as carefully neutral as always, but Harry easily saw the subtle signs of stress in the man's posture. His superiors must have had some difficult questions for him after having their worldview expanded quite so dramatically.
"Agent Coulson," Harry greeted as the man approached him. "Thank you for meeting me here. I know you must be busy with cleanup and damage assessment."
"Mr. Potter," Coulson replied with a slight nod of acknowledgment, glancing at the formations left behind by the Bifrost. "I have to say, considering we were dealing with what our technical analysts are describing as 'a walking weapon of mass destruction with unknown energy projection capabilities,' things went rather well yesterday."
Harry chuckled. "That's certainly one way to describe the situation. Still, 'went rather well' is something of a relative assessment when considering cosmic-level threats that can level city blocks without any effort."
"True enough," Coulson agreed with a slight smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, glancing around the scorched landing site again with interest. "The cleanup crews are still trying to figure out how to classify the property damage for insurance purposes. Apparently 'Act of God' seems too literal in this particular case, and our legal department is having what I'm told are recurring nightmares about liability issues."
"This wasn't an isolated incident," Harry said calmly. "What happened here yesterday represents just the beginning of Earth's exposure to cosmic-level threats. There are forces out there that make the Destroyer look like a minor inconvenience."
Coulson's expression didn't change overtly, but his posture shifted subtly. He was paying very close attention to every word being spoken. "What exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Potter?"
"I'm suggesting that SHIELD needs to fundamentally rethink its entire approach to planetary defense," Harry replied bluntly. "Based on my observations of yesterday's response, SHIELD is completely unprepared for the kinds of threats that are going to start taking a serious interest in Earth. Your conventional weapons and tactics are designed for conflicts against human opponents. They're not just inadequate against beings who can manipulate cosmic forces. They're actually counterproductive."
"You're not wrong," Coulson admitted after a moment. "Our after-action analysis has highlighted what you might charitably call 'significant deficiencies' in our response capabilities. Director Fury has been asking some very pointed questions about our preparedness for what he's now calling 'unconventional threats of cosmic origin.'"
The careful phrasing told Harry everything he needed to know about how SHIELD's leadership was processing the implications of recent events. They were scared, which was probably appropriate, but they were also trying to adapt, which was encouraging.
"And what answers is Nick Fury getting?" Harry asked.
"Director Fury is… working on something," Coulson said carefully. "An initiative designed specifically to address threats of this magnitude and scope. I can't go into operational details, but I can tell you that the response is going to be comprehensive and that things are about to get very serious in the department of cosmic-level threat assessment and response."
"The Avengers Initiative," Harry said quietly, watching as Coulson's eyes widened slightly in surprise before the agent regained his professional composure.
"I won't ask how you know about highly classified operations that are supposed to be compartmentalized at the highest levels," Coulson said stoically. "But yes, that's a significant component of Director Fury's response strategy. The working theory is that conventional military approaches are fundamentally insufficient when dealing with these kinds of threats. We need individuals with extraordinary capabilities who can operate on the same level as cosmic-level opponents."
"Assembling a team of enhanced individuals is definitely a step in the right direction, but it's not nearly sufficient by itself. You need to understand that what you're facing isn't just more powerful than conventional threats—it's fundamentally alien in ways that go beyond simple technological superiority."
He gestured toward the crystalline formations around them. "The Destroyer wasn't just a weapon in the conventional sense—it was a manifestation of an entire civilization's approach to warfare and conflict resolution. Magic and technology integrated so seamlessly that the distinction becomes meaningless, powered by cosmic forces that most human minds can't even theorize, and guided by intelligences that think in terms of millennia rather than quarterly reports. You understand the scale I'm talking about?"
"That is exactly why input from people like you becomes invaluable," Coulson said.
Harry stared at the man carefully, reading between the lines of what was being said and what was being left unsaid. The implications were becoming clear, and he found himself slightly impressed by Coulson's subtle approach to what was essentially a recruitment pitch disguised as a strategic briefing.
"You're recruiting," Harry said with a small smile.
"Director Fury is always interested in establishing relationships with individuals who might be able to contribute meaningfully to defense initiatives," Coulson said diplomatically. "And with the threats we've seen, those with unique perspectives on cosmic-level threats and the ability to act on that knowledge are even more crucial."
"I've already had a similar discussion with your Director, but I'll keep this in mind," Harry said calmly. "In the meantime, I hope you people will take my warnings about future cosmic threats seriously. Earth has definitely attracted some attention it probably didn't want, and what happened here is likely to have consequences that extend far beyond this desert."
"What kind of consequences should we be preparing for?" Coulson asked.
Harry thought about it for a moment, wondering how much he could reveal about future events without fundamentally disrupting the timeline that needed to unfold. "Let's just say that actions have reactions, especially when cosmic powers become involved in local affairs. What Thor accomplished here yesterday was significant both personally and on a grander scale, and it may have also sent signals to other interested parties that Earth is no longer the insignificant backwater planet it once appeared to be. Couple that with the discovery of that little cube and well… things are bound to escalate."
Coulson nodded slowly. "Well, I should probably get back to headquarters. The Director is expecting a comprehensive debriefing about yesterday's events, and I suspect he'll have quite a few follow-up questions about your involvement in the outcome."
"My involvement?" Harry asked innocently.
"Several witnesses reported what they described as 'impossible coincidences' during the engagement," Coulson explained. "Debris that should have caused massive casualties somehow missing people by inches. Structural failures that managed to avoid trapping civilians in ways that defied basic physics. Energy blasts that seemed to be deflected by invisible barriers. That sort of thing."
"People tend to see patterns and meaning where none actually exist during traumatic events," Harry smiled. "The human mind has a well-documented tendency to create narrative structure out of random chaos, especially when survival instincts are fully engaged."
"Of course," Coulson agreed with a slight smile. "Still, it's interesting how often these 'meaningful coincidences' seem to occur in areas where you've been present. From past examples and your presence here yesterday, it's a fair assumption."
"I suppose I'm just fortunate that way," Harry replied with a slight shrug, a look of amusement on his face.
Coulson chuckled and extended his hand. "Mr. Potter, it's been illuminating as always. I have a strong feeling we'll be seeing more of each other, especially if your predictions about escalating cosmic threats prove as accurate as I suspect they will."
Harry shook the offered hand firmly. "I suspect you're absolutely right about that, Agent Coulson. I sincerely hope SHIELD will be ready for whatever comes next."
As the sedan disappeared into the heat haze rising from the desert road, Harry remained standing in the transformed circle, pondering on the subtle recruitment offer that had been extended. He had suspected that Nick Fury would not give up so easily, and he'd been right.
The Avengers Initiative was moving forward, and it would come with its own complications. Perhaps he could try to have his own say in how things developed, instead of being fully passive and letting things play out.
The game, after all, was just beginning.
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