Alright, alright—so that's what you're like, Thor!
Everyone realized they hadn't understood Thor deeply enough. Who would've thought that thick-browed, square-jawed Thor actually had that side to him?!
After a stretch of silence, Banner was the first to break it.
"I think their plan has something to do with machinery. Iridium. What do they want iridium for?"
"It can be used as a stabilizer." Footsteps sounded from the corridor. Everyone turned to look, only to see Tony walking in side by side with Coulson.
After answering Banner, Tony turned his attention back to Coulson as they walked.
"Pick a weekend. I can take you to Portland—maybe you'll end up liking the party I've got planned for you."
Coulson really was a social wizard. Even Tony seemed to like him enough to invite him to one of his parties.
Once inside the conference room, Tony casually pulled out a chair, sat down like he owned the place, crossed one leg over the other, tossed a candy into his mouth, and explained as if it were no big deal:
"Use iridium as a stabilizer to build the portal. That way the new portal won't collapse like the one at S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Also, based on what Loki needs, that portal will have to be bigger and last longer, so the Chitauri can pour through quickly.
"Building a portal takes a lot of materials, and with Barton's skills, he can get most of them fast. But there's one thing even they can't easily solve.
"They need a power source with high-density energy—something to kick-start the Tesseract."
Hill, who'd been staring curiously at Tony, asked, "Since when did you become a thermonuclear astrophysicist?"
Tony said blandly, "Last night."
After that casual flex, Tony continued like it was nothing:
"Coulson's report, Selvig's notes, Loki's behavior patterns, papers on extraction theory… don't tell me I'm the only one doing homework here."
Banner shook his head. "Of course not. I did a lot too. They'd have to heat the Tesseract to one hundred million degrees Celsius to meet the theoretical minimum."
Tony spread his hands. "So unless Selvig finds some way to stabilize the quantum channel—"
Banner frowned. "But if he can do that, he could make any reactor on Earth achieve ion fission… that's insanely difficult."
Steve, listening to two top-tier scientists talk, felt his brain swelling.
He turned to Harry at his side. "What are they saying? Do you understand any of it?"
Harry looked genuinely confused, as if the question itself were strange.
"Isn't this a pretty relaxed academic discussion?"
Steve: "???"
So… the problem isn't them. It's me?
In truth, Harry didn't understand all of it that easily either. But he had a loan contract link with Tony, which let him draw relevant knowledge from Tony's mind through that connection.
In other words, Harry was relying on Tony's brain to keep up.
To put it simply—
He was cheating.
As Tony and Banner's exchange grew sharper and more intense, Harry had to step in and remind them:
"This isn't as simple as you think. The Chitauri invasion is actually the small problem."
"Wait." Nick Fury stared at Harry like he'd heard something impossible. "There's something more troublesome than an entire alien army?"
The moment Fury said that, everyone's gaze snapped onto Harry, their expressions heavy.
Harry wasn't like Tony—he was always reliable. If Harry said this, it meant something.
Harry nodded, raised his wand, and in an instant the air above the meeting table shimmered as a projection bloomed into existence—one bizarre image after another.
A molten, crimson hellscape.
The sky looked like torn, twisted black fabric, with dark-red lightning crawling wildly through the clouds.
The land below was a scorched, warped wasteland. The ground was split with countless deep, bottomless ravines, churning up thick sulfurous smoke. And across that blackened plain, endless demons wandered in roving swarms.
Tony squinted at it and asked, "What is this? Why does it look so ugly?"
Black Widow wasn't fully sure, but she said slowly, "Those look like… demons?"
Harry enlarged the demons' image so everyone could see clearly, then explained:
"That's right. They're demons from the Hell Dimension—specifically from the strongest realm within it: Mephisto's dimension-universe.
"For certain reasons, I ended up making an enemy of Mephisto. He's been looking for a chance to take revenge.
"And on the way to find Thor, I ran into a thrall serving another dimensional demon-god. From the ruler of the Dark Dimension, I learned that Mephisto is going to unite multiple dimension lords and launch an attack on Earth.
"Given how cunning Mephisto is, there's a high chance they'll strike at the same time the Chitauri arrive—hitting Earth together.
"Because their goal isn't to occupy Earth. It's simply to get back at me."
"Hold on!" Steve looked utterly baffled. "What did you even do to make a hell-lord go to all this trouble just to retaliate against you?"
Tony answered for Harry with a faint smile.
"Because Harry once shattered a fragment-dimension of Hell. He might seem pretty friendly right now, but among the big shots in the multiverse, he's a terrifying 'nuclear-friendly' figure."
Steve took a deep breath, then let it out, forcing a joke through the pressure:
"Damn it. The world changed too fast. I think I should go back to the Arctic and take another nap. Maybe this is all a dream, and when I wake up I'll be back a few decades ago."
As the king of spies, Fury was steadier than the others—maybe because his life had been turbulent enough to make this sort of madness feel almost routine.
Even facing the possibility of dimensional demon-gods, he kept calm. After thinking, he asked:
"Harry. How much power can they send to Earth? We need specifics so we can prepare."
"Relax." Harry soothed them first. "Most of their power will be blocked by my teacher. Only a portion of the leftover force will actually reach Earth."
Then Harry's tone shifted.
"But even the residual power won't be easy to deal with. You lot can't beat a combined attack from the Chitauri and dimensional demon-gods.
"Still—don't worry. My people will help too. With sorcerers like Coulson and the others, we should be able to win."
Fury's eyes stayed locked on Harry as he pressed one more time:
"You're sure you can handle it?"
His hand slid quietly into his pocket, fingertips rubbing against the button inside.
If even Harry wasn't confident, he'd press it without hesitation and call that unbelievably powerful woman back.
Harry lounged in his chair, then suddenly slid backward—ending up right next to Tony.
He casually reached into Tony's pocket, fished out a bag of candy with practiced ease, tore it open, popped one into his mouth, and smiled lightly.
"Why so serious? It's just a few dimensional demon-gods plus a bunch of demons, that's all.
"Mephisto and the others can't descend onto Earth personally. At most, they'll lend magic to their thralls, and during gaps in the defensive arrays, squeeze in some low-tier demons.
"They're not that strong. So what's there to be afraid of?"
Everyone: "…"
Yeah, yeah. You're right. Totally. Sure.
Fury exhaled in relief, slowly relaxing his grip on the pager.
Harry had always been absurdly dependable—and besides, compared to the Sorcerer Supreme and an out-of-control Harry, it probably wasn't time to bring Captain Marvel back.
Just as Fury started thinking there wouldn't be any more bad news, he caught Harry watching him with a distinctly malicious look out of the corner of his eye.
Fury's heart lurched.
Don't tell me there's more.
Sure enough, Harry's face turned solemn, and he spoke with righteous severity:
"Nick Fury, you've been exposed. Are you going to confess yourself, or do you want me to expose you?"
Fury: "???"
WTF?
Why does this feel familiar—again?
Even though a strong sense of unease surged in his chest, Fury remembered that last time Harry had tricked him with that Hydra nonsense. So this time, Fury was extra cautious.
He stared at Harry suspiciously, expression grave, voice firm.
"Harry, this is not the time for jokes."
Harry shook his head slowly, utterly serious.
"No. This isn't a joke."
Harry's certainty made Fury's stomach sink.
So something really did leak.
Damn it—how did Harry find out?
Please don't let it be the worst-case scenario…
But fate loved cruelty. It always made the thing people feared most become reality.
Harry projected another 3D screen above them. This time it wasn't demonic horrors—there were videos, countless photos, and dense, tightly packed files and records.
When Fury looked up at the screen, his face changed completely.
This time… he really had been exposed.
Harry tapped the screen, flipping through item after item, projecting the evidence in front of each Avenger. Then he fixed Fury with a hard stare and demanded:
"Fury. Tell everyone—what is Phase Two?"
Fury was visibly rattled, but he forced himself to stay composed and tried to deflect.
"Harry, we need to find the Cube's location as soon as possible. The Avengers can't be falling apart from internal conflict right now."
Tony folded his arms, pointed at the screen with a faint smile, and spoke calmly:
"Relax. The signal's already locked. We're tracking the gamma radiation tag. Once we find it, we'll narrow it to within eight hundred meters. Then you'll get the Tesseract back. No need to rush.
"Harry, go on."
"Beautifully done, Tony!" Harry gave Tony a thumbs-up, full of admiration.
Then Harry opened a portal, reached inside, and yanked out weapon after weapon—sleek, futuristic, dripping with high-tech menace—dumping them onto the conference table with a rapid clatter.
In the blink of an eye, they formed a small mountain.
With a thought, Harry lifted them. The weapons rose slowly, hovering in midair before everyone's eyes.
Harry looked back at Fury.
"Fine. If you won't say it, then I'll tell them.
"Phase Two is S.H.I.E.L.D. using the Tesseract to create high-powered advanced weapons."
Fury immediately raised a hand, trying to salvage the situation, still arguing:
"Gentlemen, S.H.I.E.L.D. collects anything related to the Cube. That does not mean we're building weapons."
On the projected screen, a flood of weapon-related data appeared—dense and unmistakable.
Tony and Banner scanned it once, and instantly understood. Their expressions turned dark. Tony spoke bluntly:
"Stop it, Fury. Don't try to spin this. Harry has more than enough proof—you were absolutely using the Tesseract to develop high-yield weapons."
Once it was confirmed Fury had been hiding weapons development from them, everyone was furious.
And the angriest of all was Steve.
Back in World War II, he'd fought Hydra in blood and fire. He loathed Hydra's crimes—using the Tesseract to build weapons and trying to rule the world.
Hydra's goal was world domination.
Now Fury was doing the same research—so what was Fury's goal?
Steve's eyes blazed. He glared at Fury and roared:
"I was wrong, Fury. This world hasn't changed at all. Greedy people never disappear—whether it's Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Bang!
The door swung open. Thor and Black Widow, hearing the shouting, walked in.
With Thor's hearing, he obviously knew what had just happened inside. He looked at Black Widow beside him and asked:
"Did you know about this?"
Black Widow's face remained calm. She didn't nod. She didn't shake her head. Her lips pressed together.
She chose silence.
And that non-answer answered everything.
Facing everyone's anger, Fury felt exhausted—especially with the looming double threat of Hell demons and an alien army bearing down on them. The pressure was crushing.
Then a magic array appeared above them.
Everyone suddenly realized their voices were gone—no matter how they shouted, not a sound came out.
The array had muted the entire area.
Harry flicked his wand, temporarily blocking sound from spreading, and smiled.
"Shh. Don't panic. Listen to me first. Honestly, researching the Tesseract isn't the real problem.
"Kamar-Taj has a saying: power itself is neither good nor evil—the key is the person using it.
"I'm not exposing this to condemn Fury for studying the Tesseract in secret.
"I'm exposing it because he never actually controlled the power inside the Tesseract.
"He researched it for so long, and not only did he fail to produce any systematic weaponry—his meddling also exposed the fact that the Tesseract was on Earth to more than half the universe, drawing the Chitauri attack.
"That is Fury's greatest fault."
Now everyone was even angrier. Even Banner couldn't help pointing the blame at Fury:
"Director Fury… I never expected the real root cause of all this… was S.H.I.E.L.D."
"What exactly do you want?" Under the barrage of accusations, Fury took a deep breath and stared straight at Harry, asking bluntly.
He knew it.
Harry chose this moment to blow it up—he had a purpose.
Harry didn't bother with detours.
"Because of this, I've changed my mind. After we deal with the chain of messes coming our way, the Tesseract should be kept by Kamar-Taj. That's the safest place for it.
"Letting you Muggles hold something that powerful is just too dangerous."
Fury rejected it without hesitation, voice iron-hard:
"Absolutely not. The Tesseract has always been a S.H.I.E.L.D. asset. No matter what happens, we will not hand it over to outsiders."
But the moment he finished speaking, Harry gave a quiet snort of laughter—and Fury instantly understood.
Harry had been prepared for this.
Sure enough, Harry glanced at Thor and gave a small nod, signaling him to speak.
Don't be fooled by Thor's rough, thick-browed exterior—he was sharp when it counted. He understood immediately.
Thor straightened his back, looming over Fury with his towering build, and demanded:
"You say the Tesseract has always been a S.H.I.E.L.D. asset? No. That is absolutely not true.
"Thousands of years ago, my father possessed multiple Infinity Stones—among them, the Tesseract. The only reason the Tesseract appeared on Earth was because my father placed it here for safekeeping."
Fury had nothing to say.
Based on the records about the Tesseract, Thor's claim wasn't baseless—it was very likely true.
And in terms of force, S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't stand against either Kamar-Taj or Asgard, let alone both at once. There was no way Fury could keep the Tesseract caught between two giants.
In the end, Fury could only fall silent, his face turning even darker.
Thor, pleased with himself, shot Harry a smug wink. Then he thought of something and tested the waters:
"Harry, actually… the Tesseract would be even safer in Asgard."
Clearly, with even Harry showing strong interest in the Tesseract, Thor's own interest was rising too.
More importantly—
He also wanted to NTR Harry for once.
Harry caught Thor's expression and immediately guessed what he was thinking. His gaze turned dangerous, and he smiled faintly.
"Sure. Then let's fight. Whoever wins gets the Tesseract."
Thor instantly gave an awkward laugh. He wasn't Harry's opponent, and he said helplessly:
"Harry… maybe we can think of a different way to distribute ownership. There's no need to be so violent."
Tsk, tsk, tsk. For someone who was always violent, Thor suddenly became civilized.
The Avengers found it bizarre—until they remembered the opponent was Harry.
Then it wasn't bizarre at all.
Because Thor really couldn't beat Harry.
Harry didn't reject Thor's proposal. Instead, he switched to an "even more respectful" distribution plan:
"Alright then. Have Odin fight my teacher. Whoever wins gets the Tesseract."
Thor: "..."
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