Marvel: Age of Hero

Multiversal Assembly of Protagonists

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Quick note: This chapter has no connection to the main story in any way, so you can skip it if you wish.

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"Alright, everyone knows why we're here."

The one who spoke was a young blond man with eyes so bright they seemed to radiate pure magic. He was Stephen Flamel, the Sorcerer Supreme of Hogwarts.

Around him, several figures sat at a circular table, as if this were some peculiar version of the mythical Round Table.

"And why are you the one taking the lead here?" asked his twin sister, Wanda Flamel, raising an eyebrow with clear annoyance. "I should be the president." She lifted her chin proudly, as if that gesture alone sealed the matter.

"There is no president of anything. I just spoke because everyone was silent." Stephen was already rubbing his temple, anticipating a headache, while casting his sister a weary glance.

"Well, it makes sense everyone stayed quiet when a damn fire portal literally appeared beneath us and sent us to this strange place. By the way… that magic feels familiar."

The remark came from a man with a military bearing, black hair, and dark eyes. He wore a dark suit full of pockets stuffed with weapons, though the most striking were the two daggers at his belt. He was Owen Colt, a man reincarnated in the Age of Heroes.

"Ah, so you're from Marvel. Figures—it's from there." Stephen replied matter-of-factly, as if he had just announced the time of day.

"I see." Owen accepted the explanation with strange calmness, sitting back in his chair and scanning the rest of the table.

In silence, someone else was observing the group with golden eyes like those of a dragon. His platinum hair and imposing presence made him look almost elven, though far more lethal. He sat in perfect ease, elbow resting on the armrest and chin propped in his hand, as though studying each of them to measure their strength.

He was Einar, the Dovahkiin, son of Akatosh and, recently, the proud father of two young Dragonborn.

His gaze settled on the blond twins. He recognized power in them, power that nearly matched his own. Then his eyes shifted to the red-haired woman, and his battle instinct flared for a moment. Perhaps only a god could face her as an equal. Yet he quickly held himself back. After all, not every strong presence had to end in a duel. And more importantly, his wives would certainly scold him later if he tried.

The redhead, Wanda Maximoff, had sensed that martial impulse from Einar and glanced at him before turning back to Stephen.

"So tell me, why a reincarnated Stephen Strange… and me, for some reason, were brought here?" she asked in her calm, steady tone.

"Wow, I'm always powerful and sexy. Doesn't matter which universe." Wanda Flamel cut in with a cheeky smile, earning a sharp glare from her brother.

"In my case, I don't mind," said another voice, tinged with exasperation. "I escaped my duties. My grandparents are a pain. I already saved the world, united two universes… and what do they want now? For me to sit around doing paperwork? No, thanks."

The speaker was a massive woman with short hair and a roguish grin. Her hands were gloved in black, and a white cape hung from her shoulders, the word Justice written across the back. Even seated, she was taller than anyone else in the room. She was Kara Alberona Clive, mage of Fairy Tail and admiral of the Marines in the merged world of One Piece.

"Can we get to the point already? I need to see my kids, and my mother's supposedly visiting." growled Einar, who was rapidly losing patience.

"Yes, speaking of kids, we should probably hurry before family chaos strikes again." Stephen muttered with a frown.

Wanda Flamel barely hid her laughter. After all, there were six siblings in total, each unbelievably powerful, and their children had inherited that dangerous bloodline. Teaching them to bother their uncle Stephen had become a favorite pastime.

At that moment, two crystal spheres materialized in the center of the table, each showing a different world.

In the first, two black-haired children could be seen: one practicing magic, the other wielding a sword, while their mother kept a watchful eye on them.

Wanda Maximoff smiled softly, recognizing little Harry from another universe. There was something nostalgic in seeing him that way—so familiar, yet so different.

The second sphere made Einar narrow his eyes. There stood someone he knew, training a young demigod who struggled under the weight of a golden chest strapped to his back. The object was impossibly heavy, but the boy bore it with grit.

"Miraak." Einar muttered, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He recognized an old enemy—and realized he had not been fully destroyed in their interrupted battle.

"Harry Potter and Percy Jackson together in one world… and Percy with Miraak in another? Now this looks interesting." Kara leaned forward, enthusiasm lighting her face as she recognized them easily. "So what? Are we going to kidnap them?"

Everyone looked at her with a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"What? Technically we've got the potential to destroy, I don't know… a barn?" She shot a glance at Owen, clearly marking him as the weakest one there. "Or the whole world," she added casually.

The comparison stung Owen a little, but as he looked around at the auras surrounding him, he instantly understood: every single one of them was monstrously powerful. And Wanda Maximoff wasn't even in the same league—she could destroy universes.

"They're ridiculously strong, and they got the easy universes." he muttered in frustration, as if trying to convince himself not to compare.

After all, he was stuck in the Marvel universe. Not the most powerful, perhaps, but certainly one of the deadliest.

After all, he was in the Marvel universe. Not the most powerful universe, but certainly one of them.

"We're not kidnapping anyone. And why was that even an option after seeing these visions?" Stephen asked in disbelief.

"I don't know, you just have a villain face." Kara replied with total simplicity.

Wanda Flamel immediately started nodding rapidly, covering her mouth to stop herself from bursting into laughter.

Stephen took a deep breath, storing his irritation for another time.

"Harry Potter and Percy Jackson: Children of Destiny. A universe where both stories intertwine from the very beginning. Here, Harry is not simply 'the boy who lived.' He's the grandson of Hecate, the goddess of magic, who placed him in the hands of Sally Jackson, making him Percy's adoptive brother. They grew up sharing laughter, quarrels, and above all… a life marked by prophecies that fuse magic with Greek mythology.

Their world is not the Hogwarts everyone knows, nor the Camp Half-Blood as it should be: it's something new, where both realms are connected and enemies who should never have crossed paths now collide.

The two boys will have to face not only the dangers of their own stories but also enemies who have learned from their failures in other universes and come back far more dangerous. And of course, they won't be alone: they have their mother, who would make Olympus itself tremble before letting anyone lay a finger on them. Their journey is the very definition of what it means to be a family… even when destiny itself tries to tear them apart."

Stephen paused, then pointed to the other sphere, where Miraak was training Percy.

"Percy Jackson and the First Dragonborn. After his defeat, Miraak managed to keep his soul from being completely destroyed by Hermaeus Mora. He fell into a universe brimming with divine beings, and for some reason, ended up training Percy. Though he claims to do it for his own ends, little by little he's starting to grow attached to him… and that might just change his plans."

Einar remained silent, absorbing the idea.

"So?" he finally asked, eager to end this absurd meeting.

"So nothing. I just wanted to sneak in a little propaganda." Stephen answered with a sly grin.

"Fuuu…" Wanda Maximoff sighed, before glancing once more at the vision of little Harry and Percy with a tender smile. Then she snapped her fingers and vanished in a scarlet aura. After all, she now had plenty of work to do as a temporary professor.

Einar stood as well, unwilling to waste more time, and activated his Mark & Recall spell to return home.

"Ah, they're gone." Kara muttered, shrugging. "Well, now we can criticize them in peace." she added with a grin.

"Could you send me back to my place?" Owen asked, uninterested in playing along. He gave Stephen a tired look.

A portal opened beneath his feet, dropping him back into his world.

"Hey, if I take you with me, will you give me a Devil Fruit?" Wanda Flamel asked Kara.

"Of course, whichever one you like. I recommend the magma one." Kara answered with a friendly smile.

"But doesn't that one already have an owner?" Wanda asked, slightly confused.

"That's why." Kara replied, amused.

Both of them vanished together, leaving a chaotic aura behind.

Stephen was left alone in the room. He stood up, but before leaving, his eyes drifted once more to the two crystal spheres still glowing at the center of the table.

"Now it's your turn." he murmured with a mischievous smile.

After all, he had been the protagonist of the very first story. And, in a way, the one who had started all this multiversal chaos.

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Author's Note

Hahaha, so what did you think of this little special? I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Yes, I gathered all the protagonists of my novels at the same table… well, almost all, because if I added more, the round table would turn into an all-you-can-eat buffet.

I'm sure you know at least two of them, right? Right? Please say yes, don't leave me hanging here like Stephen when his nephews ignore him.

I know what you're thinking: "What the hell is this crazy author doing?" And my answer is simple and honest: I have no idea! I was bored, I felt like throwing all my protagonists together, and I did it. Did I also take the chance to sneak in some shameless advertising? Exactly. You just sat through a commercial disguised as a chapter without realizing it. You're welcome.

So here's the deal:

Go read Harry Potter / Percy Jackson: Children of Destiny, which is already live and has 15 chapters ahead on Patreon.

And also Percy Jackson: First Dragonborn, which for now is Patreon-only. Why? Well, I caught the flu (yes, even authors get sick) and couldn't write as much as I wanted. On top of that, it lost the vote to be a main priority, so I'm juggling my schedule. At the moment I can only manage 4 chapters a week. Sad, I know.

Anyway, thanks for reading, for putting up with my multiversal nonsense, and for sticking with these characters that keep escaping my control. I'll be waiting for you in my other novels!

PS: Stephen just gave me a death glare while I was writing this. He says I shouldn't use his meetings to advertise my stuff. Kara, on the other hand, asked me to make her an epic poster. So here we are.