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60 Clean Up
🕑 Added 2025-01-24 18:15:01 +0000 UTCThe newly assembled Avengers made their way into the battered and bruised Stark Tower, where Loki lay sprawled on the floor, groaning in the aftermath of his humiliating encounter with the Hulk. Natasha and Harry exchanged looks, failing to suppress laughter as memories of Loki’s “ragdoll” moment flashed in their minds.
Harry crouched down and, cast a simple healing charm over Loki. The light washed over the fallen god, easing his pain enough for him to sit up and look at the team gathered around him.
"If it’s all the same to you," Loki wheezed, glancing nervously between them, "I’ll take that drink now."
Tony crossed his arms with a smug grin. “Alright, get him on his feet; we can stand around posing later. Oh, and feel free to help with the cleanup. You trashed my building, after all.”
Thor stepped forward, hauling his brother up by the collar. He slipped a pair of enchanted, magic-suppressing cuffs over Loki’s wrists. Loki, for once, offered no resistance—just a sheepish, defeated expression as he slumped between Thor’s grip.
"Leave the cleanup to me," Harry said to Tony as he turned towards the balcony. Intrigued, the Avengers followed, watching as he stepped out into the open air, his gaze sweeping over the broken cityscape of Manhattan. The devastation from the battle was catastrophic. Shattered buildings, overturned vehicles, lifeless Chitauri scattered across the streets.
Harry turned back to Thor with a faint. “You know, Thor, I used to think the training Asgardian warriors go through was excessive, maybe even absurd. But I understand now,” he admitted. “I’ve pushed myself to the edge today, yet I feel like I have enough strength left for one final miracle.”
With a calm breath, Harry extended his hand as the Elder Wand shot out from its holster. The team held their breath as he raised the wand high, tracing an intricate, circular pattern in the air. “Reparo,” he whispered. Then with a swift, graceful slash of his wand, he sent a pulse of magic outward.
All across the city, the rubble began to stir, as if responding to Harry’s command. Dust and debris trembled, lifting off the ground in fragments and shards, and then, like iron drawn to a magnet, they started to move in synchronicity.
Broken windows reassembled shard by shard, walls rebuilt themselves as bricks flew back into place, and bridges snapped back into alignment. Each fragment of glass and steel found its way to where it belonged, guided by Harry’s magic. The gutted buildings, once hollow and defeated, reformed and strengthened, rising again until they looked untouched by battle.
The Avengers stared in open-mouthed awe, watching as the destruction rewound itself, as though the chaos had never happened. Within moments, Manhattan was restored to its former glory—the streets, buildings, and bridges all standing proudly against the afternoon light.
Finally, Harry lowered his wand, the last glimmer of magic fading into the air as he looked over his work. Only the bodies of the fallen Chitauri remained as evidence of the invasion that had nearly destroyed the city.
The silence among the Avengers was almost reverent. Rhodey broke it at last, glancing at Harry in wonder. “That...was something else.”
With the last traces of magic fading from the air, Harry turned back to the others, stretching his shoulders as if he’d just completed an afternoon chore. “Right, that’s done,” he said, dusting off his hands. “I don’t know about you lot, but I’m absolutely famished. How about we grab some lunch?”
Before they could respond, the elevator dinged, and Coulson strode in with a team of SHIELD agents. Coulson gave the room a quick, approving glance, clearly impressed by the restored penthouse and the cityscape beyond.
“If it’s all the same to you, we’d like to get on with securing the artifacts,” Coulson said, eyeing the scepter and Tesseract.
As the Avengers dispersed from the balcony, taking on various tasks to wind down after the battle, Steve glanced over at Thor and raised an eyebrow. “So what exactly are we going to do with Loki?” he asked, nodding toward the disgruntled god, still shackled and sulking beside his brother.
Thor gave Steve a confident grin. “I will be taking Loki back to Asgard, where he will face justice.”
Rhodey though interrupted Thor’s line of thought. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
Thor’s grin faltered, and his brows furrowed. For a long moment, he simply blinked, clearly realizing he had no actual plan for getting back to Asgard now that the Bifrost was out of commission. Loki stifled a laugh, rolling his eyes as Thor scratched his head, visibly stumped.
“Um...I, ah…” Thor started, looking around the room as if the answer might magically appear.
Dr. Selvig, who had been lingering quietly nearby, finally cleared his throat, reminding them he was still present. “Well, I did learn a lot from the scepter,” he began, glancing meaningfully at Loki, who only gave a sardonic smirk in return. “If you give me a few hours, I could probably rig up a device that would allow Thor and Loki to travel to Asgard. Just the two of them, though.”
Thor’s face lit up, relief flooding his features. “Ah! Yes, of course. Thank you, Erik! You are a brilliant friend.”
Loki snorted, muttering under his breath, “And thank the realms someone here has thought this through.”
“Right, right, take whatever you need from the lab downstairs,” Tony chimed in, amused by Thor’s oversight. “Stark Industries is at your disposal—just don’t blow anything up. I don’t think my insurance covers ‘otherworldly transportation mishaps.’”
Coulson stepped forward, giving Selvig a nod. “I’ll go with you and help keep an eye on things, Doctor. No offense, but given everything we’ve just been through, I think a little supervision is in order.”
“Oh, not at all,” Selvig replied, gesturing to Coulson to lead the way. “I’ll appreciate the help—let’s get started.” Meanwhile Agent Sitwell acquired the scepter from Natasha, carefully securing it in a containment case before following Selvig and Coulson toward the elevator.
With everything squared away, the team decided it was finally time to head out for lunch. They piled into the elevator—only to realize that Bruce was still, well, very much the Hulk, and there was no way he’d fit.
“Ah, right. That might be a problem,” Tony noted, raising an eyebrow at the large, green roadblock in the doorway.
Harry stepped forward with a grin. “No worries. I’ve got this.” With a few calming charms, Bruce’s massive form slowly began to shrink, muscles receding as his breathing steadied. Within moments, the Hulk had faded, leaving Bruce slightly dazed but very much human again.
“Thanks,” Bruce muttered, straightening his clothes. “I’d rather not have to take the stairs all the way down.”
Once everyone squeezed in, the elevator ride to the lobby was an oddly quiet one. As the doors opened at the ground floor, however, they were greeted by a somewhat unexpected reception.
Standing in the middle of a contingent of SHIELD agents, Secretary Alexander Pierce waited, arms folded, his gaze sweeping across the group.
"May I ask where you’re planning on taking that prisoner?” Secretary Alexander Pierce asked when he spotted the Avengers.
Thor looked at him, brow raised. “To Asgard. And... you are?”
“Alexander Pierce,” Tony supplied, a bit dryly. “He’s the man above the people who’re above Fury.”
Pierce gave a tight smile. “My friends call me Mr. Secretary,” he replied. “And I’m going to have to insist that you hand over Loki to us. He’ll be answering for his crimes here, first.”
Thor’s stance hardened, his grip tightening on Loki’s arm. “Loki will answer to Odin himself, and Asgard will see that justice is served.”
Pierce’s face remained calm, though his eyes flickered with a hint of impatience. “He’ll answer to us first. Odin can have whatever’s left afterward. And while we’re at it, where’s the case with the Tesseract?”
The tension in the room sharpened as several of Pierce’s agents stepped forward, hands twitching near their weapons as if to emphasize the Secretary’s words. Thor and Tony exchanged a look, both clearly displeased with the intrusion.
Sensing the situation escalating, Harry stepped forward. “Secretary Pierce,” he said with a polite nod, “Director Fury speaks very highly of you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”
Pierce glanced at Harry, his expression softening slightly. “Captain Potter, I would say the same.” He gave a small nod, and at Harry’s subtle influence, the agents behind Pierce seemed to relax as their attention was drawn towards Harry.
“Secretary, if I may be so bold,” Harry continued, “how exactly do you plan to hold the literal god of mischief in custody?”
Pierce looked at him, the question catching him off guard. “What do you mean by that, Captain?”
“Well,” Harry replied with a slight smile, “you’ve seen what it takes to detain someone like the Hulk by General Ross, and even with a massive military operation, containment is still a challenge. But Loki? he wields magic unlike anything Earth has ever seen. Mind manipulation, shapeshifting, vanishing acts…” Harry trailed off meaningfully, his words causing a ripple of realization among those listening.
Pierce’s confidence wavered as he considered the implications. “We have facilities—”
“Facilities,” Harry interrupted gently, “that he would slip out of in a matter of hours, if not minutes. And no offense, Mr. Secretary, but if Loki manages to escape Earth’s custody, which he will, you’ll have no means to track him or bring him back.”
Pierce pressed his lips together, clearly searching for a counterpoint, but finding none. Harry continued, “Asgard has the resources—and frankly, the expertise—to properly contain him. Sending Loki with Thor ensures he will be brought to justice and prevents further risk here on Earth.”
Harry infused his words with a touch of magic, subtly encouraging Pierce to see the logic as undeniable. Pierce’s eyes narrowed, considering, but his hesitation faded. With a resigned sigh, he looked at Harry. “Very well, Captain. As long as justice is served.”
With one last glance at Loki, Pierce gave a brief nod and walked away, his agents following in his wake.
As Pierce and his team disappeared around the corner, Clint raised an eyebrow, breaking the silence. “Well, that was easier than expected,” he remarked, arms crossed. “Didn’t think Pierce would back down so quickly.”
Harry turned to the team with a smirk. “Magic,” he said simply, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
The team collectively groaned, with Tony rolling his eyes. “Of course it was. Why bother with a real debate when you can just wave your hand and poof—instant agreement,” he teased, though a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“That’s why I keep telling you, Harry,” Natasha said, nudging him in the arm. “You using magic in these situations is like cheating. Let the rest of us mortals struggle a little.”
Harry shrugged, and with that, the team began their walk through the streets, heading toward the shawarma place Tony had spotted in Midtown.
The city was eerily quiet, the streets deserted under SHIELD’s quarantine to ensure every last trace of the alien invaders was removed. But as they moved along, the team couldn’t help but take in the full effect of Harry’s magic. The streets were spotless, buildings that had been torn apart now stood perfectly intact, and even the smallest signs of the battle—the cracked sidewalks, broken windows, overturned cars—had vanished as if they'd never been there.
"Your magic is very thorough,” Steve said, a hint of admiration in his voice as he surveyed the restored cityscape.
“Feels a bit surreal, right?” Clint added, glancing up at the towering skyscrapers around them, which seemed unscathed. "I mean, I saw those buildings fall, and now it’s like nothing happened.”
As they rounded a corner, the warm glow of the shawarma joint came into view. They exchanged glances, sharing a rare moment of peaceful satisfaction after the chaos. “Alright,” Tony announced, holding the door open, “I think we’ve earned this.”
The restaurant itself was empty inside, its chairs still stacked and the counter vacant. The lights buzzed softly, casting a warm glow over the space. Seeing that there was no one to serve them, Harry waved his hand, and the kitchen sprang to life with a series of soft, clinks and clatters. Ingredients floated to their stations, pans began to heat, and, in no time, the scent of fresh shawarma began filling the air. The others after having seen the various magic that Harry could do, just shrugged and began to prepare the table.
"Anyone feel like drinks?" Tony asked, smirking as he pulled a case of beer from a fridge behind the counter.
Steve looked around uncertainly. “You sure the owners won’t mind us taking over their place like this?”
Natasha, already settling into a chair, raised an eyebrow. "We’ll leave a healthy compensation for everything we used. After today, I think it’s well-earned."
The team assembled around a few tables, pushed together into one haphazard arrangement. Plates floated from the kitchen, set gently in front of each of them as Harry’s charms continued to work. Tony cracked open his beer, passing them around, and even Steve took one, though he gave it a suspicious glance before sipping.
The food was simple, hearty, and delicious, and as they dug in, the adrenaline of the day finally ebbed away, leaving a comfortable silence in its wake. There were no words needed. For now, they just ate, drank, and let the quiet, for once, speak for itself.
Feeling guilty that Loki had not eaten anything, Thor gave a small sigh and reached over to a spare plate, piling it with shawarma and a bit of everything. “Brother,” he said with a begrudging softness, holding the plate out, “you should eat something.”
Loki looked at the food, then at Thor, a sneer forming on his lips. “Food? Really, Thor? Sitting here with this collection of... mortals, with their drab customs and tiresome small minds. How you’ve sunk, dining with your inferiors like this. Do they even comprehend what they’re eating, or do they simply shovel it in like cattle?”
Natasha rolled her eyes, Clint snorted, and Tony raised an eyebrow, but no one said a word, letting Thor handle his sibling.
Thor’s patience finally wore thin. “Enough, Loki,” he warned, his voice firm.
But Loki just smirked. “Look at them. A relic, a tin man, an archer who—”
With a swift movement, Thor reached into his pocket and retrieved the Asgardian mouthpiece he’d been saving. He snapped it onto Loki's face, cutting him off mid-sentence. Loki's eyes widened with a silent fury as he tried in vain to keep talking, but his voice was now muffled to nothing.
“There,” Thor said, sounding satisfied as he took a bite of his own food. “Now we can have some peace.”
A small ripple of laughter went around the table as everyone dug back into their food. Loki glared daggers at Thor, but no one paid him any more mind.
As the team settled into the last bites of their meal, a faint chime echoed through the room. Tony glanced at his phone, reading the incoming message before clearing his throat.
“Looks like our break’s over,” he said with a small sigh, glancing around the table. “Coulson’s just checked in. He says Selvig’s ready for us, and we’re to meet them in Central Park.”
Everyone exchanged glances, exhaustion still clinging to them, but they nodded in unison. Thor, finishing his drink, stood up and pulled Loki to his feet in a not-so-gentle manner. Loki’s muted complaints, still blocked by the mouthpiece, only earned him a smirk from Clint and a weary eye-roll from Natasha.
Harry gave a quick wave of his hand to tidy up the table, stacking dishes neatly and cleaning up any leftover crumbs. “I’ll leave a few dollars behind for our borrowed supplies,” he said with a wink, ensuring the restaurant’s till was topped up with more than a generous compensation for the impromptu use of the place.
Tony took one last look around, before he gave a satisfied nod. “Alright, team let’s get the god and his troublemaker out of here.”
By the time, the Avengers gathered on the center of a footbridge in Central Park. Coulson had arrived carrying a briefcase, while Dr. Selvig carefully lifted a glass cylinder from the back of a truck as Coulson set the case on the ground nearby. With tongs, Bruce placed the Tesseract into the cylinder, its blue glow pulsing faintly. Thor clasped Selvig’s hand in thanks, his warm smile a rare moment of joy amid the aftermath. Loki glared, his frustration evident even through the muzzle.
As Natasha and Clint exchanged a knowing glance, she leaned in, whispering something that made Clint smirk in reply. The team fell into a brief silence as Thor took hold of the cylinder containing the Tesseract. With a nod of gratitude, he held one end out to Loki, who reluctantly gripped the other. Thor met the eyes of each Avenger, then gave the device a twist. In an instant, the cylinder’s light surged, and the two vanished, shooting up into the sky in a flash of blue energy.
The group lingered, watching the empty sky where they’d disappeared. A quiet, reflective moment settled over them before they began to part ways. Tony and Steve exchanged a firm handshake, a newfound respect passing between them.
Natasha pulled a duffel bag from the back of a SHIELD car and handed it to Banner, who gave her a grateful nod. Clint slipped behind the wheel, offering Rhodey a ride. With a friendly nod to each other, they climbed into the vehicle, the hum of the engine breaking the park’s stillness as they drove off.
Tony gestured for Banner to join him, the two settling into the car, with Tony giving one last, approving nod to the remaining team. Steve, climbing onto his motorcycle, met Tony’s gaze, a small smile shared between them as if acknowledging a job well done.
As the last of their friends departed, Harry and Natasha found themselves standing alone in Central Park. The city around them was quiet, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees as if the world itself was finally catching its breath.
Natasha turned to Harry, a slight smile playing on her lips. “So… what now?”
Harry took a steadying breath, then extended his hand to her. “Let’s get engaged.”
The words were simple, but in the warmth of his gaze, Natasha felt the weight of all they’d been through together. Her smile softened, her eyes searching his for a moment before she reached out, lacing her fingers with his. Harry’s face lit up, and with a nod, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close for a beat before they vanished together, the quiet park left undisturbed as if it were holding their secret.
