The call to Fury ended with a satisfying click, and the room immediately shifted from semi-casual chatter to full-on battle prep. Tony was already at the front of the room, pulling up the holographic schematics of the Siberian Hydra facility like he was showing off the blueprint for the world's most convoluted escape room.
"Alright, team, time to do what we do best—break into a top-secret, highly-guarded Hydra base and make sure nothing explodes... unless it's completely necessary," Tony said, leaning back in his chair like he was about to unleash a torrent of ridiculousness on them all. "Feast your eyes on this masterpiece of evil genius."
Bucky squinted at the hologram, rubbing his temples like he was trying to will himself into having a better day. "So, just to clarify—this is another secret Hydra base in the middle of Siberia where they're doing weird, creepy immortality experiments, and we're supposed to stroll in, grab whatever intel we can, and leave without leaving a crater where this place used to be? That the plan?"
"Exactly!" Tony threw his hands up like he'd just solved the world's problems. "Well, maybe a crater or two—some really small ones for flair. But, yes, in a nutshell: infiltrate, gather the goods, and get the heck out of Dodge. Preferably without turning into a real live-action Walking Dead episode."
"I swear, Tony, you could make a traffic jam sound like the end of the world," Natasha said, rolling her eyes in that way only Natasha Romanoff could—like she was too cool for all this but still game for whatever ridiculousness was about to unfold.
"I try my best!" Tony winked at her. "Plus, it keeps the mood light. Hydra goons don't know what hit 'em, and we get our info. Win-win."
Clint, already checking his bow with the precision of a man who'd spent half his life in deep, covert missions, chuckled. "Do we get to blow stuff up this time? Because, you know, I've got a few grenades with 'made in heaven' stamped on them, and I've been dying to use 'em."
"Save the fireworks for later," Natasha interrupted, with that deadly calm. "We're not making an entrance; we're making an exit."
Clint raised an eyebrow like someone had just told him that Santa wasn't real. "What's the fun in that? No dramatic explosions? Come on, what's the point of infiltrating a Hydra base if we don't at least get to enjoy the chaos?"
"Exactly," Harry said, glancing up from the holographic blueprints with a grin so cocky it should come with a warning label. "We get to slip in, make it look easy, then hit them with the one-two punch of 'we're smarter than you' and 'you're screwed.'"
Bucky snorted, looking amused but very much on board. "Kid's got the right attitude."
"You think?" Sirius said from Harry's side, leaning in to check out the map with a raised brow. "Back in my day, we just blasted the doors off and walked in. No secret spy stuff. But I suppose being sneaky is the new cool thing."
Harry shot him a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, sure. Back in your day, you just waltzed into danger, got thrown into a dungeon, and spent most of your time looking fabulously miserable. I'd like to think I've refined the art of making everything look effortless."
"Always a show-off, aren't you?" Sirius shot back, but there was affection in his tone. "Good to know someone's got style on this mission."
"Speaking of style," Tony interjected, tapping a few more keys to zoom in on a section of the facility. "Here's where the magic happens." A bright red dot blinked on the screen, labeled Experiment Room 42—as ominous as a dark alley with a 'No Escape' sign. "If we're looking for creepy immortality experiments, this is the place to start. Also, they've probably got about twenty tons of reinforced steel and very unhappy scientists trying to make the next big mistake."
"Fun," Bucky muttered under his breath, already eyeing his mechanical arm like it was going to get a workout. "So, we're up against deathless experiments and probably a ton of traps. Just the usual Tuesday."
"Right?" Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Except this time, there's no fireball to take the edge off. Maybe you should lend us your flamethrower after all, Buck."
"Are you sure we want him setting fire to everything? What's next? Is Bucky going to get the flamethrower attached to his arm? Make it part of the team?" Clint chimed in, looking like he was trying to make it sound less ridiculous than it actually was.
"I already am the flamethrower," Bucky replied dryly, but there was an amused glint in his eye. "And yes, it's pretty badass. You'd love it."
"Pfft," Harry said with a chuckle, "I bet it's just an oversized matchstick. But hey, whatever works."
Steve stepped forward, the weight of the mission settling on his shoulders. "Alright, enough. We're not here to roast marshmallows. We get in, grab the intel, and we're out. Got it? No heroics, no long speeches. Just clean and quick."
"Right, Cap," Harry said with mock seriousness, but there was that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "In and out. Just like an expert thief."
"And if we do get caught?" Bucky asked, eyeing the hologram warily. "What's the backup?"
"We burn the place down," Clint said, grinning as he grabbed one of his arrows like it was a piece of popcorn. "I've got the right kind of special explosives."
"We don't burn the place down," Natasha shot back, leveling Clint with a glare. "We get the intel, then we disappear. Got it?"
"Not even a little explosion?" Clint pressed, genuinely hoping she'd cave.
"Clint," Steve said with that voice that made you feel like you were about to be grounded, "we do this clean. We do this my way. No exceptions."
"Fine, fine," Clint grumbled, but the glint in his eye promised mischief. "No fireworks. But I'll hold you to that 'clean' part."
Harry, ever the master of burning things in the most savage way possible, leaned in with a grin that made the rest of the room pause. "Clean? Nah, we're just here for the dirty details."
Tony, ever the dramatic one, slapped his hands together like a high school theater kid about to perform a Shakespearean tragedy. "Now that's the attitude we need. Let's go make this the best worst mission we've ever done."
"Let's just hope we don't get caught," Natasha muttered, crossing her arms. "I'm not wearing this much leather to end up in a Hydra holding cell."
"I think you'll look fantastic in whatever we get stuck in," Tony said, giving her a wink.
Sirius was grinning like a maniac now. "Let's just say the word, and I'll start blowing things up."
Harry turned to him, shaking his head with a mock-disapproving frown. "Did I not just tell you we're doing this my way? Not the explosive way?"
Sirius smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I'll just keep my finger on the trigger for when your plan goes south."
And just like that, the banter was over, and they were ready to move out. If anyone could pull off a mission this crazy, it was this team. They had style. They had humor. And, let's be honest, they had a whole lot of firepower—just in case things went way south.
—
The room was filled with the usual chaos of a superhero mission prep: Tony Stark was fiddling with his gadgets, Clint was shooting arrows at invisible targets, and, for some reason, Bucky was trying to talk to the coffee machine. (It wasn't responding. Bucky looked offended.) And then there was Steve Rogers, standing at the front like some all-American motivational poster come to life. His jaw was set, shoulders squared, his blue eyes flashing with that Captain America intensity. You'd think after all these years, Steve would be used to giving pep talks, but nope. He was still as fired up as ever.
"Alright, listen up!" Steve barked, his voice slicing through the noise. "This mission's gonna be rough. Hydra's not going to just roll over and let us waltz in, get our intel, and leave. We've all got targets on our backs. But we've been in worse situations before, and we've come out on top. And we will again. Because when it comes down to it, we don't quit."
Tony raised his hand like he was in school. "Uh, Cap? A little less 'we're all doomed' and a little more 'we've got this'? The whole 'we're all going to die' thing? Not the best pre-mission hype."
Steve shot Tony a look. You know the kind. The one that said: I'm Captain America. I don't need your sass right now. "Tony," he said, voice still calm but deadly serious, "we're not invincible. We're not going to throw ourselves into this blindly. But we're not losing. Not today. We've fought through worse. And we will fight through this."
"Ugh, fine. But I'm still waiting for the part where you tell us we're heroes and not just really, really good-looking people who are about to get a lot of scars," Tony muttered, slumping into his chair. His grin, however, was wide enough to rival a Cheshire cat's.
"Yeah, yeah," Clint chimed in from the back. "We get it. We're all supposed to be super brave and noble and all that." He gave a little exaggerated salute. "Just get to the part where we storm the base already."
Steve ignored Clint's sarcasm like it was a pesky fly. "Hydra's been hiding in the shadows for too long. They've hurt people, manipulated governments, torn apart lives. We take this base down, we cut off another head of the Hydra snake. We get in, get the intel, and get out. No unnecessary risks. No heroics. We stick together, no one gets left behind."
"Well, except Hydra, right?" Bucky said, standing up straight and cracking his neck. His grin was as dark as his past, the kind of grin that told you he didn't mind getting his hands dirty. "I'm all for making this messy."
"That's the spirit, Barnes," Steve said with a nod, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And when things go sideways—which they will—we do what we do best. We fight."
"You know, I think you might just be a little addicted to hero speeches, Cap," Natasha said, leaning back in her chair and studying her nails like she had better things to do. "But hey, I'm not complaining. You've got everyone pumped. Even Clint, I think." She shot Clint a look.
"Don't get used to it," Clint grumbled, but his smirk was more than a little proud. "Nothing gets me more fired up than a good fight."
"Alright, enough chatter," Peggy—Captain Carter, as some called her—said, stepping forward. She was as solid and reliable as Steve, if not more so. "We've fought together before, and we've won together. This mission isn't any different. Hydra's in our way. They're going down."
There was a quiet murmur of agreement from the group. Bucky flashed Peggy a grin that said, I like this plan.
"I have to say, Peggy," Sirius said from the corner, arms crossed, looking at Steve with an appraising eye, "when you talk like that, it's a little hard not to get excited."
"It's a gift," Peggy replied dryly, rolling her eyes in that way only a super-soldier could. "Now, let's make Hydra regret ever thinking they could mess with us."
"Well, I'm glad someone around here is feeling confident," Harry said, stepping forward with a grin that could only be described as deadly. "Because I was just about to ask: Who's ready to watch me open a portal to kick some Hydra butt?"
"Wait, you can actually do that?" Tony asked, blinking in disbelief. "I mean, I know you're an alien, but opening portals? Just…like that?"
Harry grinned wider, his eyes glinting with that dangerous, mischievous spark. "Yep. And it's going to be one heck of a show."
"Well, if you're gonna do it, you'd better make it good," Tony said, adjusting his suit and looking genuinely impressed. "No pressure, right?"
"None at all," Harry said, winking as he raised his hand. A swirling golden portal opened in front of them with a shimmer of light, its edges crackling with energy. The team collectively took a step back.
"Now that's impressive," Clint said, eyes wide.
"It's about time someone brought some real magic to the party," Bucky added, clearly entertained. "Can't wait to see how you mess with Hydra's plans."
"Hold onto your butts, everyone," Harry said, stepping forward and giving everyone one last look before slipping through the portal. "Let's make sure Hydra gets the surprise of their lives."
The rest of the team followed—one by one—through the glowing, swirling doorway. As the last one through, Clint gave a loud whistle.
"Wow, that was a lot of flair. Nice touch, Potter," Clint said, as the portal snapped shut behind them with an almost theatrical whoosh.
Steve looked around at his team, his face set in determination. "Alright. Time to remind Hydra who they're messing with."
And just like that, they were off—on their way to another mission, another fight, another victory. The only thing missing? The dramatic moment where Steve Rogers might've given one last motivational speech. Oh, wait, no. That had already happened.
—
Steve's boots clicked against the cold floor as he stepped forward, his voice cutting through the room like a sharp gust of wind. It was one of those moments where you couldn't help but listen to Captain America—because if you didn't, he might just jump in and save the day anyway. And, let's be real, you definitely didn't want that.
"Alright, people. We're here for one reason, and one reason only: to make sure Hydra doesn't ruin the day for the rest of us." Steve paused for dramatic effect, his shield resting casually on his back. "And no one gets to play hero here. This isn't about glory. This is about doing the job right."
Naturally, Harry—who had zero concept of taking things seriously—grinned like a Cheshire cat. "No heroics? You mean, like, no flipping through the air in slow motion while wearing an American flag? Got it, Cap."
Steve glared at him, the look so pointed that even Harry had to admit it might have been a little intimidating. "I mean it, Harry. Stay focused. We do this clean, we do this fast."
Harry made a face. "Fine, fine, Cap. But you have to admit, I'd look pretty good in slow-mo."
"Focus, Potter," Steve muttered, shaking his head.
Bucky, standing beside Steve, grinned at Harry's antics but also gave him a side-eye that said, I've dealt with this enough to know it's just a distraction. "Yeah, yeah. Cap's right. No fancy tricks, Harry. We're here to wreck Hydra's day—not do a commercial for superhero slow-motion."
"I swear," Harry grumbled, "if anyone here knows how to wreck Hydra's day, it's me."
"Right," Steve said, rolling with it. He took a deep breath. "Bucky, you're on point with me. We'll clear the perimeter, grab the intel, and make sure there's no Hydra welcome party waiting for us. Stay sharp. And no going off on your own for some impromptu rescue mission, got it?"
Bucky cracked his knuckles and gave a low chuckle. "You don't have to tell me twice, Cap. I'm not in the mood for any 'busting heads' tonight."
Erica, who had been quietly listening, shot Bucky a playful smirk. "Well, if you're not in the mood, I can always take over. I do love a good show of electricity-powered mayhem."
"Keep your sparks in check," Bucky said with a wink. "Not everyone wants to feel like they're getting hit by a lightning bolt."
"Only when it's fun," Erica shot back, flexing her fingers just for effect. Little sparks danced along her fingertips, as if to remind everyone that she was always this close to turning things into a supercharged light show.
Tony, who had been trying (and failing) to tune out the conversation by making small adjustments to his armor, suddenly chimed in. "Alright, alright, team, let's get something straight: I'm the tech guy. I'm the guy who makes sure we don't end up having to fight Hydra with sticks and stones. You can keep pretending you're all ground level, but I'm the one making sure we don't get killed before the mission's halfway done."
"Yeah, yeah, Tony, we get it," Clint snarked from the back, adjusting his bow and arrow in his usual bored fashion. "No one does tech like Tony Stark. I'll just keep picking off bad guys from a distance and pretend like I'm actually doing all the work."
Tony smirked. "I'll let you handle the entire perimeter, Clint. I'm sure the Hydra goons are scared to death of your—what was it?—'one-man archery show.'"
Clint snorted, tossing his bow over his shoulder. "You know what? Maybe I'll just take a few extra shots at you instead, Stark. Might be more fun."
"You do realize this is a stealth mission, right?" Natasha piped in from her corner, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with the intensity of a hawk. "No loud noises. No unnecessary explosions. Save your testosterone for later."
"Like that's gonna happen," Clint muttered, though he grinned anyway.
Steve cleared his throat. "Alright, back to business." He turned to the team, his voice taking on that classic Steve Rogers authority. "Clint, you're with Natasha. You'll be covering our six. Make sure no one sneaks up on us—if Hydra tries anything, you stop them before they get too close."
"Piece of cake," Clint said with a wink, slinging his bow across his back.
Rhodey, standing near the back, didn't speak much, but when he did, it was with the cool, controlled precision of someone who had seen it all. "Cap, you know I've got your six, too. I'll be watching the skies. No one's getting past me without a fight."
"Good," Steve said, nodding. "We need air support in case things go sideways."
"Speaking of 'sideways,'" Sirius interjected from the corner, grinning like a wolf in sheep's clothing. "I'm just here for the fun. You guys can do all the 'strategic' stuff, and I'll... improvise."
"Stay out of trouble, Black," Steve warned, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Cap," Sirius protested, raising his hands innocently. "I'm like a wildcard—no one knows what I'm going to do next."
"That's the problem," Steve muttered.
"Besides, you know I can't help myself," Sirius said with a shrug. "Anyway, I'm just here to make sure no one gets bored."
"I'll make sure no one gets too bored," Peggy chimed in with a dry smile. Her eyes never left the group, her posture every bit as sharp and commanding as Steve's. "And if anyone gets distracted, I'll be the first to remind them why they're here."
Steve looked to Peggy and gave a small, approving smile. "Exactly. Stay on top of everything, Peg."
Then, Steve's gaze shifted to Harry. Of course, Harry was already itching for action, as per usual, bouncing on his feet, looking way too confident for someone who had zero sense of boundaries.
"Harry," Steve said, locking eyes with him. "You're the wildcard. Get the intel. If you find anything useful, don't be subtle. But—"
"I know, I know," Harry interrupted, rolling his eyes with exaggerated drama. "No heroics. But seriously, Cap, with a team like this? How could I not do something heroic?"
Steve raised an eyebrow. "I'll be watching you, Potter. Stay in line, and I won't have to drag you out of trouble."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry said, his grin growing wider as he casually strolled to the portal. "Let's just get to Hydra, shall we? I'm ready to shake things up."
One by one, the team stepped toward the shimmering golden portal that had appeared in the center of the room. The mission was set. Hydra's days of causing chaos? Over. And when this team went in, you better believe they weren't just going to stop at "Mission Accomplished"—they were going to do it with flair.
Steve's last look over the team was full of pride. They were ready. They were a unit. And Hydra? Hydra didn't stand a chance.
"Let's move," Steve said. "We've got a world to save."
And with that, one by one, they disappeared into the unknown to take Hydra down for good.
—
The moon hung low over the darkened landscape, casting long shadows across the group as they made their way toward the guards. Steve, Bucky, and Erica moved like shadows themselves, their every step a well-rehearsed dance of stealth. The quiet hum of night was broken only by the occasional crunch of leaves underfoot, but even that was expertly avoided.
"Alright," Steve whispered, his voice like gravel. "Bucky, you're on the left. Erica, you know the drill."
Bucky grinned, clearly enjoying himself a little too much. "Right, Cap. Left's my specialty. Don't blink, or you'll miss it."
Erica, cracking her knuckles with the flair of someone who was about to give an impromptu performance, winked at Bucky. "I've got it covered. Just don't be mad if I make it look too easy."
"Remember, we need 'em alive," Steve reminded them with a playful scowl. "Interrogation, people."
"Got it, Cap. Alive, but with style," Erica said, her eyes sparking with that usual electric mischief.
Steve shot her a knowing look. "Just don't electrocute the wrong people, please."
"I can't promise that, but I'll try," she said, clearly not bothered by the idea of giving someone a shocking experience.
"Let's move," Bucky muttered, slipping into the shadows as silently as a ghost.
The first guard, a lumbering figure who seemed about as stealthy as a boulder, stood like a sentry near the perimeter. Steve eyed him and muttered to himself, "You picked the wrong night to wear your 'I'm-a-badass' face."
A quick glance at Bucky, and they moved in.
Steve was a blur of motion, his shield catching the moonlight as he swung it toward the guard's back, making sure to hit him with the flat side. The sound was less 'metal clash' and more 'pancake' as the guy went down face-first into the dirt. With the same ease, Steve gave him a solid boot to the side, ensuring he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. The guard lay there, out like a light, his ego probably bruised more than his body.
"First one's down," Steve said into the comms. "Bucky, you're up."
Bucky didn't even bother with words. He simply moved with the precision of a man who knew how to make a person disappear without a sound. A flick of his wrist, a flash of silver, and the second guard dropped with barely a whimper.
"Nice work," Steve said, giving Bucky a nod of approval.
Erica wasn't far behind, practically skipping toward her target. She crept up behind the third guard, her fingers crackling with blue electric energy. One quick zap to the radio, and he was left holding nothing but a useless, sizzling hunk of metal.
"You're welcome," Erica whispered to the incapacitated guard, stepping over him like he was a speed bump. "That's how you make it look effortless."
"Good job, Sparks," Steve said, giving her a thumbs up. "Let's keep it moving."
Bucky gave an exaggerated salute. "Sparks, you're making this look too easy. It's almost like you were made for this."
Erica grinned, her electric aura lighting up the dark. "I'm just following your lead, Bucky."
"That's the problem," Bucky muttered under his breath. "Now everyone's going to think it's all fun and games until the next patrol comes in."
"Speaking of which," Steve said, scanning the surroundings. "Clint, Nat, what's the word on reinforcements?"
Clint's voice crackled through their earpieces, as dry as ever. "No sign of them yet, Cap. But I'm keeping an eye out. You know how these things go."
Natasha's voice was much sharper, all business. "And I'm tracking their movements. I've got a feeling they're about to make an appearance. I'd say... give it five minutes tops."
"Copy that," Steve replied, looking up at the horizon. "We've got time, but not much. Let's stay sharp."
"Cap's right," Bucky said, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's clear this perimeter and then find ourselves a snack. I'm thinking hot dogs."
"Don't you ever think of anything else?" Steve asked, shaking his head with a bemused smile.
"Not really," Bucky said with a shrug. "Though I'm partial to nachos. The kind with extra cheese."
Erica joined in, her voice teasing. "You two have weird food preferences."
"I'm starting to think that's the least weird thing about us," Bucky shot back, his eyes scanning the area.
Meanwhile, Peggy, Rhodey, and Alexei were keeping a watchful eye from their positions further back. Peggy was a stone-cold professional, every muscle poised for action. Her gaze flicked from shadow to shadow, calculating, always calculating. Rhodey, in the distance, was more focused on the skies. A sudden flare of bright light could signal an incoming attack, and he was ready for it.
"Stay close, but stay quiet," Rhodey muttered under his breath, his hand resting on the weapon at his side. "We're backup, but that doesn't mean we don't have a role to play."
Alexei, grinning like a man who knew he was ready to wreck some people's days, crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll be the first to break something if things go sideways."
"Keep your hands to yourself, big guy," Natasha said over the comms, voice laced with sarcasm. "We're trying to keep it quiet."
"I'm just saying," Alexei shot back, grinning. "If things go sideways, I'm making noise. And if someone needs a good crushing, I'm your man."
"How reassuring," Natasha muttered. "Okay, let's make sure we don't need to call in the crushing just yet."
As Steve's team moved forward, they were all keyed up, tension simmering under the surface. They knew the next set of guards would be tougher, and reinforcements were always just a step behind.
Clint's voice crackled in Steve's ear again. "Looks like we've got incoming. Three more on the left. You guys are gonna want to move quickly."
Bucky glanced over at Steve, a grin spreading across his face. "Shall we?"
Steve's smile was all business, but there was a glint of something in his eyes. "Let's wrap this up."
"Yeah," Erica added with a spark of excitement, "before Bucky eats all the snacks."
Bucky shot her a mock glare. "You're all lucky I'm on a mission, or I'd be making a serious snack run right now."
With that, they were off, moving like ghosts in the night, ready for whatever came next.
And, of course, ready for Bucky to complain about his snacks again. Because some things would never change.
—
Alright, so here's the deal: Tony Stark and Harry Potter—two of the most dangerous people in the world—were about to break into a Hydra facility. No big deal, right? They were just gonna sneak past guards, hack into the system, and walk out with the kind of intel that could take Hydra down for good. What could possibly go wrong?
Spoiler alert: everything could go wrong. But Harry, being the cool-headed wizard he is, had a plan.
He and Tony crouched behind a stack of crates, well aware that their invisibility spell wasn't exactly perfect. The Disillusionment Charm was good, but if anyone looked closely—really closely—they'd spot them. Harry tugged at his cloak, shifting it for comfort, as Tony stood next to him, fidgeting with his gauntlet.
"You sure about this?" Tony asked, giving him a skeptical look, which was Tony-speak for this better be good, magic-boy.
Harry's grin was all teeth. "This plan? It's foolproof. You ready?"
Tony, ever the professional, adjusted his suit and nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be. You just make sure no one notices the flying tank, yeah? I'll take care of the rest."
"Yeah, sure. No pressure," Harry muttered, tapping his wand to activate the spell. The shimmering veil of invisibility spread over them like a sheet of fog. The kind that made you feel like you were about to get way too much attention but, for now, would keep them safe. Maybe.
Tony's smirk turned into a full-blown grin as he looked down at his high-tech armor. "I mean, it's a flying tank. People notice that."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Shh. We need to sneak in, get the intel, and sneak out. That's the plan."
"Got it. Plan. Gotta admit though, I'm not exactly used to sneaking. You should've called me for some firepower."
"Firepower later," Harry said. "Intel first. Firepower, preferably, after we've walked out."
"Fine, fine," Tony said, glancing around. "You just tell me where to go, and I'll be your muscle."
"Keep it down, Stark," Harry whispered, already in motion. He didn't need to be told twice. A whisper, a wave of his wand, and they were moving swiftly through the shadows. Tony, even in that hulking suit, moved with surprising grace. Maybe it was the magic or maybe it was just Tony being Tony.
Meanwhile, the Marauders were already deep inside the facility, doing their thing.
James Potter, Sirius Black, and Mad-Eye Moody were on their own mission—placing explosives (Marauder-style, of course) in strategic spots and making sure they weren't noticed. The explosive part wasn't too hard—James had a way of getting past security that most people would call insane (but incredible was probably more accurate). It helped that they were good at taking out Hydra agents with the subtlety of a ballet dancer with a chainsaw.
"Ready to blow this joint?" James asked, checking his watch like he was on a lunch break.
Sirius flashed a grin that could only be described as maniacal. "I was born ready." He pulled a grenade out of his jacket and attached it to a wall. The fuse? Ridiculously short, obviously.
Mad-Eye Moody muttered under his breath as his magical eye spun around like it was on a mission to see everything. "Don't blow anything too early, you two. I've got a reputation to maintain."
James rolled his eyes. "You and your 'reputation', Moody." He slapped a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "You did tell them about the fuse, right?"
Sirius just shrugged. "I told them about the 'fun' part."
"Right," James said. "You just make sure the walls don't come down before we get the other part."
Meanwhile, Harry and Tony were up to their own tricks. They reached the server room, the heart of Hydra's deep secrets. And Tony, naturally, was ready to go full Stark on it.
"So, Tony," Harry said, cracking a smile. "Are we doing the Tony Stark method? Or are we doing the 'please don't destroy everything we need' method?"
Tony shot him a look. "Do you really think I'm gonna start smashing stuff? I've grown. I'm a grown man with self-control."
The smirk that followed made it clear that Tony Stark was a liar.
But Harry wasn't interested in any of that. He was about to get down to magic. With a flick of his wrist, Harry muttered the unlocking charm. The door clicked open. Smooth.
"Alright, party time," Harry said as they slipped into the room.
Tony, ever the tech genius, went straight to the computer terminal, sitting down in front of it with the kind of ease you'd expect from someone who could hack into government systems for fun. But then he paused, just long enough to throw Harry a look. "You sure this place isn't going to explode the second I touch the keys?"
Harry didn't even look up. "That's the plan. You'll be fine."
A beat passed.
"I was talking about you, magic man," Tony muttered, fingers already dancing over the keyboard. "But fine, I'll take the blame when the whole building goes up."
Before Harry could reply, a noise echoed from down the hallway. His head snapped up. "We've got company."
Tony, who was probably on some other plane of existence with his hacking, barely spared him a glance. "Really? You just had to say that, didn't you?"
"I'm not kidding," Harry hissed, his hand reaching for his wand. "We need to move."
"Ugh. This is why I can't have nice things," Tony grumbled, standing up and already preparing to rocket out. "You're the magic guy. You handle the weirdness."
"I am handling the weirdness," Harry muttered. He cast a quick silencing spell around the room, and everything grew eerily quiet.
A moment later, Hydra agents stepped inside, scanning the room like they had nothing better to do than spoil Harry's day.
"Is this place always this quiet?" one muttered.
"No idea. Check the logs," the other said.
Harry's eyebrow twitched. "No, thank you."
In an instant, he whispered a charm that froze both agents. Time seemed to stop around them, and Harry moved quickly, ushering Tony behind a row of filing cabinets. Tony raised an eyebrow.
"How do you do that?"
"It's called being awesome," Harry said, pulling Tony's arm and hustling out the door. "Now let's go."
As they made their way through the facility, James, Sirius, and Moody were wrapping up their work. The walls were rigged, explosives in place, and they were ready to explode.
"We're good," James called, looking over at Harry and Tony. "We're gonna get this show on the road in five… four… three…"
Tony grinned. "Ready for a fireworks show?"
"Hold on to your hats," Sirius muttered, already looking way too pleased with himself.
As they made their way toward the exit, the first explosion rocked the ground beneath them. And that was the moment Harry realized—no matter what universe you were in, no one did explosions like the Marauders.
"Now that's a party," Tony muttered as they ran for cover, the entire building shaking with the first real blow.
And just like that, Hydra was in trouble. Big, bad, magical, super-genius-level trouble.
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