Harry, though, had finally had enough. A quick flick of his wrist ejected his wand and a flourish had Tony's question finishing in a squawk as, instead of a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist standing beside him, there was now a small, yellow duck.
"What?" Harry asked innocently at the stares that Clint and Thor were giving him. "He was starting to annoy me. Now he can answer his questions for himself."
Thor's great booming laugh drowned out Cliint's chuckles.
"You and my brother would have got on famously," Thor said, before almost instantly sobering at the remembrance of the slain Loki.
The roar of mighty engines overhead tipped the three men's and one duck's heads up. A massive black plane was descending vertically towards them.
An absent wave of Harry's wand turned duck back into man, a man who instantly began patting himself down to check that he was all there.
"You are certain that you need us here for this?" Thor asked. "I am uncertain exactly how much help we can be; if I understand the magic that you wish to perform on the maiden is correct, that is."
"I don't need you for that," Harry replied. "Something else. It's time that you were told one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secrets; it's just a shame that Steve, Nat and Bruce aren't here."
Finally, the great plane landed, just a short distance from the Avenger's own quinjet. Almost before the engines even began cycling down, the rear ramp began lowering, two vehicles – one a standard black S.H.I.E.L.D. van, the other a shiny red corvette – visible on it. And walking out from between the two cars were two people – Skye and …
"Agent?" a disbelieving Tony yelped.
"Son of Coul, you still live!" Thor laughingly boomed.
Clint, though, was the only one to move, stalking forward, his fists clenched at his sides. That was until he was in striking distance of Couson. Then he struck out, landing a solid, meaty punch to the man's face.
Coulson's head whipped to the side and he slowly looked forward again, one hand now holding his jaw.
"I think I deserved that," he said.
"You were dead! There was a funeral and everything! We mourned for you! We fought for you, avenging you! It tore each of us apart. Do you know how long it took Lau … it took to put ourselves back together again, to try move on? I've been dying every day since that day!" Clint ranted. "I was responsible! I was the one who came up with the plan! I led the boarding party onto the helicarrier to release Loki!"
"I watched my brother stab you through the heart with his sceptre," Thor stated. "There was no way an Asgardian, let alone a Midgardian, could survive such a wound."
"What can I say? I did die," Coulson replied "My heart stopped beating for nearly a minute. And then they brought me back."
"Why weren't we told?" Tony demanded. "There's not even a reference to your survival in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s databanks. I know. I checked."
"Fury," Coulson said simply. "He thought that you needed the push. And it worked. You've grown, become something that none of us imagined. You're now truly Earth's Mightiest Heroes."
"We should have been told," Clint snapped.
"Not my call," Coulson stated simply.
"So, where've you been?" Tony asked.
"Tahiti. You really should go. It's a magical place. And once I was … better, Fury gave me this Bus and a team of my own, to fight the good fight," Coulson replied.
"How long have you known?" Clint asked Harry roughly.
"Less than a week. I found out after the Greenwich thing," Harry replied. "Fury actually asked me not to tell you, but I made a different choice."
"Good call," Tony replied, before, unexpectedly stepping forward and giving Coulson a brief hug. "Glad you're not dead, Agent. Now, I assume this thing's got some liquor on board so that we can toast you properly?"
"We have our own bar," Coulson smiled. "Skye, you'll be alright here with Mage?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," she replied. "At least, I assume that it's not going to be anything dangerous?"
Harry smiled at her. "No, nothing dangerous. Just a few simple tests that shouldn't affect you in the slightest."
"You've thought that before," she retorted.
As Coulson led Tony, Clint and Thor into the plane, Harry jerked his head indicating for Skye to follow him. She quickstepped until she was walking beside him, glancing at him every other step.
"So … what's with the hood and hiding your face thing?" she asked. "The others don't. Well, the original Avengers, that is. The new ones do, for some unknown reason. You all ugly and scarred or something under there?"
Harry laughed. "I've been told that I'm quite fanciable, not that I believe them. Although, I do have a scar."
"Come on, it's just us, you can show me," she wheedled. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Besides, it's only fair. You're going to perform magic on me, I'd like to see the person that I have to trust."
"You don't trust an Avenger?" Harry asked, amused.
"Well, yeah, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be out here alone with you, would I?" she replied. "But still …"
Harry was silent for nearly a minute, considering her points. And she did have good ones.
"I wear these concealing charms because I'm quite famous in my own world and I've had quite enough of that for one lifetime," he explained slowly. "I'll cancel them, if you promise not to put any images of my face anywhere for others to see."
"Hey, you're magic. You can probably turn me into a toad or something if you felt like it. Why would I do something that could piss you off?" she asked.
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