Harry Potter: Syndicate of Heroes

As he stepped out of the doorway, he looked around and then up, finally spotting the red and blue hero perched on the side of the wall in the shadows.

"Spider-man," he greeted.

"Oh, man, you looked up," Peter complained. "No one ever looks up."

Harry grinned at him. "I'm a wizard; I know to expect the unexpected. What's up?"

"Can't a guy just come over for a visit without something being wrong?" he asked.

"Sure," Harry shrugged. "But if you wanted to do that, you'd come in your civilian clothes, not dressed like that."

"You're right. And we do have a problem," Peter confirmed. "Or, well, at least, not us. We don't have a problem. But there is a problem, if you know what I mean?"

"How about you slow down and tell me what's going on," Harry suggested.

"I was out patrolling," Peter began. "And there was this jewellery store robbery which I completely foiled. Had to get in through the ventilation shaft, if you can believe it, but there were hostages and, yeah, well, I dealt with them and everything but then I heard a couple of them talking. The robbers, not the hostages. Anyway, seems there's a new big bad in town named 'Bullseye'. And he's been hired to target the Daredevil of Hell's Kitchen."

"Daredevil, huh?" Harry said, rubbing the back of his head as he thought. "Don't really know much about him other than that he's been combating crime in Hells' Kitchen, like you said, for a while now. Tony's got a file on him, I think. And S.H.I.E.L.D., too, for that matter."

"Do they know how to find him?" Peter asked. "Only, it sounded like this Bullseye guy's fairly knew here and I thought that it'd be only right to give the guy a head's up that he's being targeted."

"Tony's still off the grid somewhere," Harry mused. "And I don't think that we really need to bother S.H.I.E.L.D. for something that we can do ourselves. Let me get my suit and we'll head out and see if we can't find Daredevil ourselves."

"I hear that he's pretty hard to track down," Peter cautioned.

Harry merely shrugged. "How hard can it be to find one guy in a single neighbourhood?"

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Steve hefted his bag as the ramp of the quinjet hit the tarmac. Then, with his iconic shield on his back he stepped out, taking in a deep breath of fresh air as he looked around. As far as he knew, he was on liberty for the next three days, having already been debriefed about the op that he and the S.T.R.I.K.E. team had not long finished.

It'd been a long mission in northern Africa – in actuality not far from the border between Algeria and Tunisia. They'd been there for just shy of eight weeks, having to infiltrate the local population before they could even get a bead on their target and then take down the wannabe warlord and his thugs.

Rumrow and the rest of the men had been whisked straight off to another location, a location that was deemed classified as far as Steve was concerned, while he had been able to return to Washington so that he was close enough to report to the Triskelion after his three-day R-and-R.

A figure in a black S.H.I.E.L.D. jumpsuit caught his attention as she moved out of the shadows towards his position.

"Agent Morse," he greeted.

"Captain," Bobbi replied with a nod. "And what have I told you about calling me 'Bobbi'."

"That I should do so," Steve replied, barely able to stop himself from ducking his head. "And I will, as long as you remember to call me Steve."

Bobbi nodded back before gesturing that they take a walk together. Surprisingly, instead of heading in towards the buildings nearest to the tarmac, he was led away, out into a clear space where there would be less chance of the two being overheard.

"Are you here with a mission?" Steve asked.

"No. I'm here as your Avengers handler," Bobbi replied. At Steve's raised eyebrows, she continued. "There's been a situation with Tony."

Steve's gaze hardened. "What happened?"

"Have you heard about the attacks from the Mandarin?" she asked.

"He's the leader of a terrorist organisation," Steve recounted. "They've attacked public places, injuring and killing dozens. Every attack has been followed up with a television broadcast with a message aimed at President Ellis."

"Correct," Bobbi confirmed. "It seemed that not long ago, one of Tony's men, a Happy Hogan, was caught in one of the attacks and injured. In Tony's anger, he challenged the Mandarin to come face him like a man. Even gave his home address to make it easier for the Mandarin to find him."

Steve stiffened. "Is Tony dead?"

"No. Although the world thinks so," Bobbi said, eliciting a sigh of relief from the Captain. "We only know that much because Ms Potts told us. But Tony has gone off the radar. We don't know where he is or what condition he's in. We can't even provide any support if he needs it."

Steve stared at her, scenarios running through his mind.

"I trust that you'll keep me informed? And that if you hear something, that I want in. Tony's a good guy; the world owes him for what he did in New York, not to mention that I still owe his father a few debts as well," Steve stated.

"Don't worry, Captain, that's why I'm here," Bobbi assured him. "The second that we hear something, and provided that we can get you there in time, you'll be sent in. Romanoff and Barton made the same request."

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