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64 A Boys' Night Out
🕑 Added 2025-02-14 18:15:01 +0000 UTCTo the complaints of the regular customers of Lily’s, the café seemed to have become closed for private events more frequently these days. However, if the customers could glimpse how the café’s interior had changed magically for today, they would have wanted to be a part of the private occasion themselves. The once-cosy café had taken on an entirely new persona of a neighbourhood pub. The coffee counter had morphed into a sleek bar, its polished wood surface glowing faintly with an enchantment that kept every drink perfectly chilled or warmed as needed. Behind it, bottles of liquor floated in mid-air, arranged in a mesmerizing cascade of colours and light, shifting their positions as though performing a dance just for the occasion.
The tables, once set for quiet conversations over coffee, had been enchanted into a variety of game stations. One hosted an animated pool game while another table had a dartboard that floated and rotated lazily, adding an extra challenge for anyone brave enough to try. A foosball table clicked and clacked as enchanted players practiced against each other, while an air hockey table hummed faintly.
Floating trays of snacks drifted lazily through the space, tempting the occupants with a spread that included golden tater tots, crispy buffalo wings, loaded nachos, and mini sliders stacked just high enough to be enticing but not overwhelming. A faint, tantalizing aroma filled the air, blending with the gentle crackle of a magical fireplace that had appeared in the corner, casting a warm glow across the room.
The evening’s guests included Tony Stark, James Rhodes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, and the host himself, Harry Potter. Natasha was notably absent, away on a SHIELD mission.
This monthly gathering had become something of a tradition for the Avengers. It was Harry who had first insisted on the idea. He knew better than most that a group of individuals, no matter how talented, couldn’t truly function as a cohesive unit without strong bonds. The others had been hesitant at first. After all, they were still navigating what it meant to be a part of something so unprecedented. But over time, these evenings at Lily’s had become something they all looked forward to.
Each month brought a new theme—sometimes it was a movie night, other times a game tournament or a themed dinner. Tonight’s bar night was no exception. For Harry, hosting these gatherings was his way of grounding the team, reminding them of the lives they fought along with that they had a responsibility to protect. There was something profoundly human about sharing food, laughter, and a little competition, and Harry believed that these moments helped balance the extraordinary weight they all carried.
Currently, they were all gathered around the centre table, drinks in hand with conversations flowing easily, peppered with jokes and jabs as they caught up on each other’s lives.
“Alright, alright, settle down,” Tony said, grinning as he grabbed the remote. With a flourish, he turned on the television mounted on the wall, revealing a sleek, if slightly over-the-top, suit of armour. “Feast your eyes on this, The New Iron Patriot, gentlemen.”
Clint leaned back in his chair, letting out an exaggerated whistle. “Wow. Subtle. Just screams 'please take me seriously.'”
Steve arched an eyebrow at the bright red, white, and blue design. “So did the military just combine Iron Man and Captain America? How original.”
“It’s patriotic!” Rhodey shot back, sitting up straighter. “And it tested well with focus groups, okay? People like it.”
Tony was grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, yeah, because nothing says ‘peacekeeping force’ like a star-spangled tank in the sky.”
Rhodey groaned. “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
“I am Iron Patriot!” Tony declared in an exaggerated, movie-trailer voice, holding the remote like a microphone like he was narrating an action figure ad.
Clint nearly choked on his drink by laughing.
“Listen,” Rhodey said, raising his hands in exasperation, “War Machine sounded a little too aggressive, alright? Iron Patriot sends a better message.”
“Who even conducted this focus group?” Bruce asked, his tone caught between amusement and genuine disbelief.
Rhodey sighed. “It was conducted by a think tank called Advanced Idea Mechanics. AIM for short. They’re the ones who came up with the Iron Patriot brand and redesigned the War Machine suit.”
The table fell into a brief silence, punctuated only by Clint’s poorly suppressed chuckle. “So… you let a bunch of lab coats and marketing execs rebrand you? That’s bold.”
“Not lab coats,” Rhodey corrected, a bit defensively. “They’re a legit operation, okay? They’ve worked with the military on a bunch of projects. Cutting-edge stuff.”
But Harry’s expression had shifted the moment AIM’s name came up. AIM had been a dead end in his research so far, a shadowy blip on the radar of his investigation with Fury. Now, hearing that they were influential enough to be redesigning military hardware like the Iron Patriot suit? It wasn’t just interesting. It was suspicious.
“The biotech research firm?” Harry asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.
“Yeah, you know about them?” Rhodey asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
Harry shrugged, keeping his tone casual. “I’ve heard the name floating around but can’t seem to dig up much about them. They’re quiet is the best way I can describe them. How does a company like that land the contract to rebrand something as high-profile as the War Machine suit?”
Rhodey leaned back in his chair, nursing his drink. “Beats me. Whatever strings they pulled must’ve been serious. I know the pitch came straight from AIM, but the final go-ahead came from way above my pay grade.”
“Way above?” Harry pressed lightly, trying not to sound too invested.
“Yeah,” Rhodey said, gesturing with his glass for emphasis. “The President’s Office made the call. When an order like that comes down the chain, you don’t exactly get to question it.”
“Convenient,” Harry murmured, his tone neutral but his mind racing.
Rhodey gave him a curious look but didn’t press. “It wasn’t all bad, though. The upgrades they suggested were solid. And, hey, Iron Patriot’s got a nice ring to it.”
“Sure,” Harry replied, offering a faint smile. “Just seems like a big leap for a biotech think tank.”
Harry remained quiet, mulling over the implications of AIM’s connections. Clint, however, continued the conversation.
“So, Iron Patriot,” Clint began with a smirk, “you need backup dealing with this whole Mandarin situation, or are you just too cool for us now?”
Rhodey groaned. “Not you too, Barton.”
“I’m just saying,” Clint continued, leaning back with mock innocence. “Word on the street is the US Military’s told everyone else to step back because they want to flex their muscles and remind the world they’re still the big kids on the playground.”
“Listen,” Rhodey said, setting his drink down with a sigh, “the Pentagon’s in a tough spot. After New York and the whole alien invasion thing, they’ve been feeling inadequate. They need to project strength. Stopping the Mandarin is a priority, sure, but...”
“It’s not superhero business,” Steve finished for him, his tone understanding.
“Exactly,” Rhodey replied, nodding. “It’s American business. The military wants to handle it themselves, show the world they’ve still got this under control.”
Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Sure, because the best way to inspire confidence is to let a guy calling himself ‘The Mandarin’ run around blowing things up. Great PR Strategy, really. Did this think tank come up with this idea too?”
Rhodey sighed again, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “Look, I don’t make the rules. All I know is this operation is being handled internally, no Avengers needed.”
“Fine, fine,” Tony said, raising his hands in mock surrender. Then he leaned in with a mischievous grin. “But you can still spill the details, right? Come on, Rhodey, give us the juice.”
Clint grinned, leaning forward. “Yeah, what’s the inside scoop? We promise not to tell anyone.”
“It’s classified information, okay?” Rhodey protested, glancing around the table. “There have been nine bombings.” He finally said in a conspiratorial voice.
“Nine?” Bruce exclaimed. “The news has only reported three!”
Rhodey nodded. “The other six have been buried. The Pentagon doesn’t want to cause a panic, so they’re keeping it under wraps.”
Clint raised an eyebrow. “So what’s the catch, Colonel? Why hasn’t the shiny new Iron Patriot caught this Mandarin guy yet?”
Rhodey gave a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Here’s the problem, there’s no evidence to trace. No bomb casings, no devices to analyze. It’s like these explosions just... happen.”
Tony, now fully engaged asked. “No casings? That doesn’t make sense. Even advanced tech leaves a signature.”
Rhodey nodded towards Tony. “Yes, but we’ve got nothing. We’ve swept the scenes of every bombing, and there’s not a single fragment that could lead us to whoever’s behind this.”
“That’s unsettling,” Bruce murmured, exchanging a concerned glance with Steve.
“Well, if you need backup, you know where to find us,” Steve said. “This is bigger than just the military’s image. If lives are at stake—”
“I know,” Rhodey interrupted, his tone softer. “And I’ve already told the higher-ups that we might need the Avengers if this gets out of hand. But for now, they’re adamant about handling it internally. They think the Avengers stepping in would send the wrong message.”
Clint snorted. “Yeah, because letting a guy named The Mandarin bomb his way through America is such a good look.”
“Moving on to something that actually needs the Avengers’ attention.” Tony clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s focus. “Alright, folks, I’ve got something to show you. Harry, think you can clear the table?”
With a wave of Harry’s hand, the remnants of their snacks sprang to life. Nachos hopped neatly back onto their plates, which floated gracefully toward the kitchen. Buffalo wings and tater tots formed a conga line, marching themselves away while tiny crumbs leaped off the table and into a nearby trash bin like tiny daredevils.
The kitchen cloth soared into action next, spinning like a figure skater as it scrubbed the surface, leaving it gleaming. For a finishing touch, Harry conjured a soft burst of lavender-scented mist that settled briefly over the table before evaporating.
“Show-off,” Tony muttered, but there was a playful glint in his eye. He placed a small holographic device on the now-pristine table. “Alright, feast your eyes on this.”
With a tap on his phone, the device came to life, casting a cool blue light. Slowly, the triple helicarriers of Project Insight materialized in mid-air. The room grew quiet as everyone leaned forward and they looked at the holographic projections in front of them.
“These,” Tony began, gesturing toward the hovering blue projections of the three Helicarriers, “are SHIELD’s latest toys. They’ve been commissioned by the World Security Council, and I’ve been strongly encouraged to consult with their R&D team to make sure they’re not as easy to, you know, hijack as the one we used during the Battle of New York.”
Rhodey let out a low whistle, his eyes fixed on the holograms. “Just one of these could bolster an entire nation’s defences. Three of them? That’s some serious firepower.”
“What exactly is their purpose?” Bruce asked, his brow furrowed.
“It’s their big answer to New York,” Clint said, leaning back in his chair and gesturing lazily toward the projection. “Apparently, having these flying fortresses patrolling the globe 24/7 is supposed to stop another alien invasion from happening.”
Steve frowned, his arms crossed tightly. “You’ve got to be kidding me. How are these things going to stop an invasion when we don’t even know what kind of invasion we’d be facing next?”
“That’s the question of the hour, Cap,” Tony said, leaning forward. “Harry and I figured this little slice of bureaucratic overreach deserved a spotlight at tonight’s meeting.”
Everyone turned toward Harry questioningly. As the team’s official liaison to SHIELD, his words carried weight. “I’ve been suspicious for a while now,” Harry began. “But I feel that SHIELD has been compromised.”
The room fell silent for a beat before Clint broke it. “Are you crazy?” he blurted, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?”
Bruce raised a brow, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Compromised how exactly? You think someone’s infiltrated SHIELD?”
“More like something,” Harry clarified. “I’ve been working with Tony ever since he downloaded SHIELD’s database during Loki’s invasion. We’ve gone through every file, every report, trying to find some kind of anomaly, anything that points to external interference. But there’s nothing. Nothing obvious, anyway.”
Tony nodded, chiming in with a hint of frustration. “Yeah, the data’s got no change in pattern where we can pinpoint that SHIELD has been infiltrated by someone or something. We can’t prove foul play without something more.”
“Harry, SHIELD’s a global organization,” Steve interjected, his brows furrowing. “It’s not perfect, but if what you’re saying is true, we’d be talking about a conspiracy so deep it would shake the entire foundation of everything they stand for.”
“And?” Harry countered, locking eyes with Steve. “Would it really surprise you if it were true? The past few years have shown us that SHIELD has its secrets, and this one might be bigger than we think.”
Clint crossed his arms, still sceptical. “And you want us to believe this is an Avengers-level threat based on a gut feeling and clean data? Sounds like a stretch, mate.”
“It’s not just a gut feeling,” Harry insisted. “It’s the pattern. Project Insight, is just the tip of the iceberg. I’m not asking you to take this at face value. I’m asking you to help me dig deeper. Because if I’m right, and SHIELD is compromised, then we might be facing a global level threat with a highly trained military army and resources.”
A tense silence followed, the weight of Harry’s words sinking in.
Finally, Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples. “As much as I hate to say it, Harry might have a point. If this is even remotely possible, we can’t ignore it.”
Steve nodded reluctantly, though his expression remained troubled. “Alright. What’s the plan?”
Harry took a deep breath, glancing around at the team as he laid out his plan. “Alright, here’s how we’re going to handle this. Clint, I want you to start running your own covert investigation. I know Natasha is already working her angle, but the two of you are too well-known within SHIELD to work together without raising flags. Keep it subtle, use your contacts, your intuition. Dig up what you can and don’t trust anyone”
Clint gave a short nod, his scepticism giving way to his natural instinct as an operative.
“Tony,” Harry continued, turning toward Stark. “I need you to keep hacking into SHIELD’s databases. Go deeper, Insight files, classified ops, anything you can dig up. If SHIELD’s hiding something, chances are it’s buried in their servers. And knowing you, I’m sure you’ve already got a few backdoors set up.”
Tony smirked, swirling his drink. “Please, I’ve got backdoors for my backdoors. Consider it done.”
“Bruce,” Harry said, looking at the scientist. “Your expertise is going to be key here. Take a closer look at the Insight algorithm. Analyze its design, its limitations, and, most importantly, its potential to be abused. If this thing is as dangerous as Fury described, we need to know exactly how far it can go.”
Bruce nodded thoughtfully, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “If the algorithm is as invasive as it sounds, there’s a lot it could exploit. I’ll dig into it.”
Finally, Harry turned toward Steve. “And Steve, I need you to go deeper than anyone else. Join SHIELD.”
Steve blinked, surprised. “Join SHIELD? You want me on the inside?”
“Yes,” Harry said. “You’re the perfect candidate for this. Clint and Natasha know SHIELD too well. They’re ingrained in the system, and that makes them part of the blind spots. You’re an outsider, Steve. You see things others might overlook. With your background and moral compass, you can challenge every protocol, every decision, and make people rethink the things they take for granted. Fury won’t see it coming, and neither will anyone else.”
Steve leaned back in his chair, digesting the request. “You think Fury will go for this?”
“He will,” Harry replied confidently. “Because I’ve already recommended you to him. Told him we need someone with fresh eyes to evaluate everything, top to bottom.”
Tony snorted. “Oh, Coulson’s going to love that. Captain America as SHIELD’s quality control inspector.”
“Call it whatever you want,” Harry said firmly. “But this is how we cover all bases. If I’m wrong, great. SHIELD gets a thorough review. But if I’m right…” He let the sentence hang, the implication clear.
Steve finally nodded. “Alright. I’ll do it.”
The room fell silent for a moment, the gravity of their mission settling in. Then Clint broke the tension with a grin. “Well, if anyone’s going to find skeletons in SHIELD’s closet, it’s the guy with a shield, right?”
Rhodey crossed his arms. “Okay, but what’s the game plan if you actually find something? You don’t just root out a conspiracy overnight.”
Harry leaned forward. “If we find evidence, we keep quiet. For now. The key is to root out every bad apple in the organization before we make any kind of move. If we act too soon, we risk spooking them, and they’ll scatter. We’ll lose the chance to take down the whole operation.”
Rhodey raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s the timeline? How long are we sitting on this before doing something?”
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I believe Project Insight is going to be a cornerstone of their strategy. We need to work around its timeline. If we can expose them just before Insight goes online, we might have a shot at stopping whatever they’re planning.”
Steve frowned. “You’re talking as if SHIELD and this other organization you’re chasing are completely intertwined.”
Harry’s expression darkened, and his voice dropped. “Sadly, Steve, that’s exactly what I think has happened. I don’t believe it’s just a case of infiltration. I think this unknown group and SHIELD have become one and the same. Like two halves of the same coin.”
The weight of his words settled over the group like a heavy blanket. Even Tony, who usually had a snarky comment ready, stayed quiet, his gaze fixed on the hologram of the helicarriers still hovering above the table.
