Chapter 3
After a while, Hari got up and sighed, trying to get rid of the last dredge of the nightmare from her mind. It only worked partially. “Oh well. I can ask Wanda for a relief later,” Sighing again, she concentrated on her magic; she didn’t particularly have the energy to actually fix the mop that was her hair by hand. Her magic, as if responding to that desire, bubbled up faster and she held up her hands, which were now glowing a faint, almost imperceptible neon blue. Raising her hands up to her head, she tousled her hair, imagining a better hairstyle that preferably was not the Doc’s or her fathers. It worked; her hair untangled itself, grew a little longer, and then curled slightly at the tips. A silver and red streak ran through the side.
As her magic receded, Hari shuffled to the door, then paused and looked down at herself. She grimaced. She was still wearing the clothes from the battle, which wasn’t her uniform because she’d been on a literal walk when the fight happened. They were ripped, stained with blood, and smelled like they could use a good wash. “Feck,” she complained, stepping back from the door. Her hands started to glow again, and she ran them across her chest and down her legs, invinsioning repaired clothing and fluffy socks. After a while, her magic responded; the tattered leather jacket sewed itself back up, her red and purple shirt rid itself of the red blood, and her jeans stopped smelling like a mix between iron and dirt.
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The letter threw everyone into a conundrum, including Wong who’d come back in time for the letter reading. Pressing the ring to Hari’s hand, he started to pace, frowning. Then, before anyone could ask him what he was thinking, the Asian Portaled back to Kamar-taj, leaving them alone.
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As night fell and Hari, Peter and America both complained they were starving, everyone started to disperse. Only to bolt back together as JARVIS, with a level of urgency nobody, not even Tony, had heard before, said, “Sir, a large convoy is headed for the house. 7 more at the tower. The city’s in disarray,”