Chapter 1
A few weeks later.
Wade was so confused where had Peter gone? while the lad was clearly still active on social media he hadn't been seen in his usual hangouts. He was walking over the rooftops near the avengers building looking around for the stark intern when he saw something just a few buildings away
Spiderguy with a surprising familiar toned arse stood next to a short but dark figure who looked as if death was just a step away from him.
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"I think it's rather funny that a majority of people in this life are either scared of death, or cannot wait until it claims them. some try to race it, beat it or escape it. Some welcome it with open arms. others speed it up, try to meet it sooner before their time." laughed Harry as he looked across the skyline of flashing lights and that made up new york city.
"Don't you think that's just a little bit depressing?" replied the teenager clad in red and blue.
"You're not normal for here right? So you get really weird things?" The green-eyed young man asked the spider-boy.
The black and white eyes on the fabric widened slightly and then closed again before stopping to look at the wizard.
"Yeah I guess you could say that I'm not your average person, hell I'm a sort of superhero and I know people who have come from space. So go on yeah I won't freak out at your weirdness and I might even be able to help. Or I know people who can."
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"He looks like he's just fought in a war, Peter!" Tonys' voice strained as he looked over at the young man, somehow looking worse than he did after Afghanistan.
Stood near the floor-length window. The skin and bones young man with blood still crusted on his bruised knuckles and jagged scars on his face and arms. bright bright eyes constantly sweeping the room like a trained yet shell shocked warrior barely home from war.
Steve, Bucky, and Natasha all looked worried. all standing in prime locations around the open plan living room. all instantly noticing the signs of abuse and battle.
"Just just let him explain Mr Stark. He's more worried than you are about being here trust me." The teenager looked up at his mentor with the hope that he would understand and allow the pale man to explain himself.
Thinking to himself that he would 100% need Mr Starks help, becuase if social media found out about this guy answered the wrong thing to the wrong person the world might again fall in absolute choas, and given this guy haddent grown up with it like he had he would have no way of haddlening it, and destoipe peter now knowing how to handle the masses, thanks to mr stark and his crash course in oublic relations he doublt, mr skeleton over here would have a clue. Plus people just dont pop put of nowhere.
"Alright then, let's start with the basics, what's your name and where you from and what year were your born." Tony aimed the question to the dark-haired wizard.
The skinny boy looked over to the engineer and cleared his throat.
"My name is Hadrian, I was born on the 31st of July in the year 1980." looking at all of the shocked faces in the room as he was very clear on in his late 30's as the year he wasn't born in the '80s as he looks so young.
"I am from England, but not the England you know. The place I'm from is not in this universe."
Looking around at each other the avengers agreed that this was weird and they didn't know if the kid was lying or not. The only way to tell if he was telling the truth would be to get Thor. With the hope that the alien god had experience with other dimensions.
"Natasha goes call Thor, you know the right pattern sequence for the communicator right?" Tony turned to the redhead.
The Russian turned to him with a look of slight disapproval, "Yes I know how to, it's not like grandpa 1 and 2 here would know how to anyway"
She turned and left without another word to go contact goldilocks.
"So what are you? Hadrian. Jarvis scanned you're not a normal human neither are you completely alive. So what are you? or what happened to you?" Tony questioned the battered look man, was he a man? he'd be 30 if he's telling the truth?
Harry looked like he had horror in his eyes. The likes of which the world had never seen before. Covering his face in his hands before looking over to Tony.
"I was in a war, against a very bad man and many very bad people who wanted nothing more than to kill me and those they deemed unworthy due to the class of their blood. That because they were un-pure that they didn't deserve the gift that sets us aside from the rest of humanity in the sense that the world bends to our will due to a mutation in our genetic code, that was selectively bred through the generations until they managed to get this genetic code so concentrated that special traits became prominent in each family." The man-teen looked like he was about to throw up. "I was born into the first war to wipe out the un-pure and then I died to end the second one. I'm a half-blood, my mother un-pure by the dark lord's standards. my father the perfect product of 100's of years of arranged marriages and old money."
He was pacing back and forth, the veins of black blood stark against pale skin and his eyes were hollow and sunken like that of a skeleton or a starved malnourished prisoner. The skin on his face was pulled tight over high regal cheekbones, he was dressed in black, leather and flowing fabric like something out of thors world. But darker the robes of a high born. A hint at the shadowed shaped of a crown hung itself in long wild black hair.
"There was a prophecy from a woman, it said I was the only one that could defeat him. But neither of us could live while the other survived. That's why I come up on your scans as lifeless, as dead because I am. As is he. And I might not be there but at least my world is free. To me after everything. That's all that, matters."
He sighed, pushing up the sleeves of the cloak-like trench coat he was wearing to show large black tattoos of runes and trees and names and lines and dates. There was the shape of a skyline that looked like new york avengers tower standing dead centre.
"I was warned by death that this would happen, I came to accept it. That I would one day walk the limbo line. I'm deaths son. Blood adopted. But It's son none the less"
Sliding his skin and bone hand into one of many pockets and pulling out a flask, taking a large sip from the container. He looked back at the group, seeing Natasha coming back into the room the assassin had a tall blond man on her tail. He radiated old power.
He stopped when he came to the fresh hold of the room. Like he couldn't move further.
Thor was confused he was not expecting this overwhelming force in the centre of what he had come to now as his home on Midgard.
Seeing what he thought to be a young one in the room, obviously someone he did not know as he had never seen them before.
"Young Seidr, please control your force." He spoke calmly "I wish to enter, I am no threat to you if you are not to me and mine"
Hadrian turns to look at the tall man in the door, he looks him up and down. Smirking, he drew back the overwhelming force that moves with him like a shadow wherever he goes.
"My apologies, Storm Bringer. I was unaware someone with magical sensitivity would be joining us, let alone one of the Norse."