Harry Potter In Marvel

"Come on, let's go before you two end up destroying the tower." Harry said as he offered Sif an arm, she slid her own arm in his and walked off with him.

"Thank you for the compliment." Sif said once they had separated from the others.

"I was just being honest, you are pretty." Harry replied.

"Thank you, it's just nice to hear it." Sif smiled.

"Has nobody ever told you that you were pretty?" Harry asked in a surprised voice.

"Fandral has, but he tells all women that. My friends, Thor included, have also said so. But they're my friends. It's just nice to hear it from you." Sif said just as they ran into Steve, who had two people with him.

"Ah Harry, this is Sam Wilson." Steve said as he gestured to a black skinned man who was standing next to him. "Sam, this this is Sif and and Harry, Harry is also known as…"

"Grim." Sam said, finishing Steve's sentence. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, extending his hand.

"Thanks, I suppose." Harry replied as he shook Sam's hand. "Have we met before?" Harry asked.

"No, I… just met Steve over here a small while ago. I'm a former member of the United States Air Force, I was also a test pilot for an advanced suit. There was apparently some mission that you were unavailable for and they needed another guy. One day I was going for a run when Steve over here flexes on me, then shows up a short while later asking for my help."

"That sounds like him." The second person with Steve snorted softly. The person had a brown beard and shoulder length hair, his left hand was covered in a glove.

"Bucky Barnes." Harry said, recognizing him.

"That's me," Bucky spoke in a soft voice. "apparently you're who I have to thank for getting me out of that ice."

"I just do what I think is right." Harry shrugged.

"You train him, Steve?" Bucky joked as he glanced between Harry and Steve.

"No," Steve chuckled. "actually Harry's older than I am."

"Better looking too." Harry commented before nodding at all three of them. "Alright, you gentlemen enjoy your day, and if possible try to get Steve laid." Harry said before he and Sif walked towards the bar.

"Has he been behaving?" Natasha's voice asked as they reached the bar. Natasha was standing behind the bar, making drinks. She was wearing a black knee length skirt, white shirt and had put some effort into her hair and wore earrings along with some red lipstick. He was pretty sure that she had other make up on but he wasn't sure, she began pouring a glass for Harry and Sif.

"He's been behaving perfectly." Sif smiled.

"He is still here," Harry reminded them. "what about you?" Harry asked Natasha. "How are you enjoying your night?"

"Pretty good so far," Natasha nodded. "how about you?"

"I'd rather be at home." Harry admitted.

"You always want to be at home." Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Yeah well between relaxing at home and panicking in anti-social here, I'd rather be at home." Harry shrugged. "Despite that, Merlin I hope I don't jinx this, I've rather enjoyed the night so far."

"That's good," Natasha smiled. "what about you Sif?" She asked. As the two women began talking Harry glanced around and stopped when he noticed something. Gwen was standing in the corner of a room, looking very uncomfortable as she was boxed in by an arrogant looking man with slicked back blonde hair, ignoring the fact that this man seemed to remind him of none other than Draco Malfoy, Harry took his drink and walked over to the pair.

"Come on Gwen," Harry heard the man speak as he got closer. "it would be just like old times."

"If you liked 'old times' so much then you should have kept it in your pants." Gwen replied, glaring at him.

"Look Gwen," The man said in an agitated tone. "I'm just saying that…"

"Is there a problem here?" Harry asked calmly as he stepped alongside the couple.

"No, there is not." Gwen said before the man could reply. "In fact he was just leaving, weren't you?" She said to the man, her tone and eyes suggesting bad consequences if he tried anything but what she just 'suggested'. The man scowled and walked away.

"Is that your ex?" Harry asked.

"The one who cheated on me with a redhead, yeah." Gwen nodded, glaring at the man's retreating back.

"Well in that case." Harry flicked his wand into his wrist and discreetly cast two spells before getting rid of it.

"What did you do?" Gwen asked, looking very intrigued.

"A couple of time delayed spells. He'll likely wake up at three in the morning with a horrible case of diarrhea, then around seven in the morning he will become a red head." Harry calmly answered, causing Gwen to start laughing.

"What really?" She laughed. "Oh I love that, thank you."

"Anytime." Harry grinned.