Potters worries
Chapter 4: Potters Worries
It had been a year since the Avengers Initiative was formed.
Steve didn't feel quite like home yet, like New York about 80 years ago, but he felt better. He couldn't imagine at all at the beginning, that Natasha who he was allowed to name Nat, then Tony, Bruce and Clint were so important. Most of them understood his situation quite well and Tony loosened tense situations with his humor.
The Avengers had become like family after the Battle of New York.
And there was Thor, too.
Thor was Loki's brother. They were both not a bit similar. Loki was the one who had made the Tesseract his own and opened another portal to let thousands of aliens in. Thor had fought back against the Avengers hard at the start to get Loki and take him to Asgard.
Instead later, he realized he could not manage to catch the cunningly brother on his own.
They fought as a group of six at the battle.
Hulk, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Black Widow and Hawkeye. The Avengers.
Life took its course at Stark Tower, now called Avengers Tower. Steve wasn't eating alone no more, he sat together by his new colleagues. He never thought of waking up after the trauma in a new era, navigating so quickly.
Never in a dream.
Yet life as a superhero, it became clear to everyone since the conflict against Loki had begun, that life as a superhero was not simplicity. It was that you couldn't go drinking coffee quietly without someone shouting like:
Oh, look! Captain America!
And for Steve, that was a tremendous changeover.
He had been given a room on the top floor where you could watch through a beautiful glass wall all of New York. Especially at night he tended to yearn after the old home, when the lamps had glowed at the streets those old times and he looked up to the stars sparkling above him on clear nights. He then always had to think of Peggy, whose gaze was like that like a star, bright and warm.
He wondered if he would manage to meet a woman from that age, love and perhaps start a family later?
He swallowed at that thought and decided to visit Peggy the next day, the fourth time this week . However, she lived in a nursing home in Washington and could do little to the old daysn. She had Alzheimer's disease, she knew, but she had said she would never forget the kiss the two had shared before Steve had got on the Valkyrie and that was the last time Steve had seen Peggy young. Now she had wrinkles, many wrinkles yet she still had her face, her voice, her smell, her stargaze. Her familiarity.
The Nokia phone rang. Natasha had bought him one, after he refused to communicate with Tony's latest inventions. A plug in his ear on missions was entirely enough for him.
The number was, he thought, the one of Peggy, or rather that of Peggy's carer Felicity. Steve took a deep breath once and took off the phone.
Peggy?
Hello, Rogers.
He shuddered. This was neither Peggy nor Felicity.
It sounded more after ...
Fury?
Yes. And I prefer to be called director if it doesn't bother you.
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Steve suddenly remembered when he saw a familiar figure a few meters in front. One that looked like Potter.
He hadn't wondered for a year where Potter might actually be. He hoped he was fine, which didn't look like it at all now.
I have someone, or several someones, who could help you. Fury looked down on Harry, his head was lowered and he was nearly slipping down the armchair. He had lost several kilos and when he hopelessly raised his head, Steve shrank back.
Harry was like disfigured. His cheeks were more hollow than it was probably healthy, his face was white like snow and his eyes were red and swollen. He looked awful. What did happened?
Natasha walked slowly towards Harry, putting an arm around the young agent's shoulders that were so narrow and she could just felt bones. Apparently, she and Clint had known him for some time. She looked at him from the side and sighed before saying anything.
,,We can help you for sure, just what is it, Harry? Something is wrong. But what is it?,,
Harry just shook his head and stared at the floor in front of him, his eyes filling with tears that began to stram down his cheeks. He opened his mouth but closed it again. He tried again:
"I miss her so much.,,
His voice was rough and hoarse. He breathed in hissing.
"Who do you miss? , " They started interviewing him.
Harry looked at Fury uneasily, but a question in his eyes. Fury nodded briefly at one time and walked forward a few steps to pat the boy's shoulder.
Harry breathed deeply and began with a sincere voice.
,,Hermione,,
,,Hermione Granger. My best friend, we had known each other for 9 years or more, me, Ron and Hermione. We were best friends since ... Always ...
We were involved in a war where children fought, children. We. The war was there, because of me. I was the main reason for that. It's a long story and believe me, there had happened too much in too short a time. Way too much. ,,
After the war, we all took jobs in the ministry. Hermione at the beginning as Auror. She said she would change departments before she... had disappeared.
Just was gone. The ministry searched for her, the last time where they heard about her was when she went to the endless white, snowy expanses of Siberia, where she was supposed to put down Dolohov, an extreme, wanted war criminal, the murderer of Thousands loved people.
We all knew where Dolohow was, we had a plan. A plan before Hermione went off alone . Alone without a magic wand, simply relying on their non-objective magic. ,,
Apparently, everyone before Steve knew there was wizardry because none made a puzzled face. Not even Tony gave his comment on it, he just looked at Harry sadly.
"We had hoped, hoped that she would come back, with or without Dolohov.
But she didn't come back. For a year. No trace, no information, nothing .,,
"We searched for her every time, everywhere, nothing, nowhere. Nothing at all. ,,
"But we know that she is alive......"
I know it. ,,
Harry put out a small glass with a lid from his jacket. It was beautiful. A flame shone in the glass. She was small, glimmering and beautiful. She kept burning, even when Harry blew into her, or added water to it. She was burning, flickering and giving a sense of hope.
"As long as this flame burns from her, she lives. She had once conjured them to me. When the creator of spells dies, all things conjured up by that automatically disappears . All, no exception. And I'm sure this is from Hermione. This flame is Hermione.,,,
"I know she's still alive .,, Harry whispered.
Feeling sad for Harry, Steve immediately said:
"We will find her. Harry, everything will be fine. Yes?,,