Chapter 30: Harry Potter's Day Off

With these super powered individuals it was hard to remember one thing and that was despite their extraordinary powers, the super powered lot were prone to some of the same pratfalls of the rest of us. Injury, heartache, mild discomfort, and in many extreme cases they were very much prone to death. However, there was one thing that they were also prone to and that was a crippling bout of sickness that left even the strongest of them bed ridden. Hence the position that young Harry Potter found himself in.

He was sick; there was no two questions about it. His face was pale, his hands were sweaty, his normally vibrant eyes were blood shot , he was running a fever, he hailed his good friend John a little bit ago, he had stomach cramp, his head hurt, he was both hot and cold at the same time. All of the signs of a good old solid bout of the illness but Harry had made one feverish demand in the midst of hacking and wheezing.

"No hospital!"

That was the demand that Harry Potter made and damn it, he was going to stick through it for better or for worse, even though his stomach twisted and knotted, and he felt as if he was going to hurl up every meal that he ever had. Even if his fever sky rocketed past what was considered normal.

Magic tended to do wonders in healing people and Harry suspected that he would beat this illness, even if he would be one miserable son of a bitch.

"I'm sure...I can make it...to school today," Harry wheezed when he tried to get out of bed but he collapsed, somehow by the sheer force of will making it to the sitting room before he was helped into bed by Kitty and Rogue.

"Yeah, I don't think that's happening," Kitty replied when she made sure that Harry was secure in the blankets and the cold rag was on his head. She turned to Xavier with a questioning look in her eyes. "Now what Harry has isn't contagious, is it?"

"I don't believe so," Xavier responded to Kitty but Harry shook his head.

"Doesn't help the fact that I feel like crap that's been crapped out by other crap."

Harry sank his head into the pillow and sighed, his eyes watering and his head boiling. Wizards rarely got ill from mundane illnesses but when they did, it was spectacular. The bongo drums of death beat their twisted tune on the cranium of the magical mutant. Still the illness did stranger things to magicals than they did to the mundane.

Case in point when Harry sneezed and every single clock in the Xavier Institute grew wings and tried to fly away. They reset themselves after a moment.

"Um, gesundheit?" Kurt asked in a tentative voice.

Rachel was worried that this could have happened when Harry was at Oscorp and inhaled one of the chemicals in the explosion. Despite he was rather powerful, that did not make him immune to any and all illnesses. He was human, not a machine, despite his powers.

"I think you should have some chicken soup or something, Harry," Kitty offered him but Harry looked at her.

"As long as you're not cooking it," Harry managed before he could help himself.

Kitty's cooking was...well it wasn't good, but Rogue and Kurt remarked that at least Harry could cook, which should balance things out. The brunette mutant was stubborn and persistent in learning her craft. Even if she did seem to be fighting a losing battle, despite her best efforts; that did not change the fact she would learn.

"It wasn't...my cooking that did that to you?" Kitty asked, worried that Harry might have eaten something to humor her and it disagreed with him badly. .

"No," Harry responded with a twist and turn in his stomach when he settled down.

The rest of the New Mutants filed out rather chaotically for school, and Harry wished they would dial it down, they pounded the inside of his head. Amara stopped to look at Harry before she felt his forehead.

"You're really hot," Amara remarked when she felt Harry's forehead.

"Thanks, right back at you," Harry answered, his filter on his mind damaged thanks to his sickness.

"Well my powers...and all that," Amara responded but she felt flustered, perfectly aware what Harry met and Tabby ushered her out with a smile before she turned to Harry.

"Get well soon, because if you don't, Mister Personality over there will handle the training and...that's dead boring," Tabby responded when she eyed Scott, not even bothering to keep her voice down for his benefit. Tact was not one of Tabitha Smith's strong points.

"Yeah, Harry, I hope nothing bad happens where you're out for too long," Jamie added when he looked at the young wizard.

"Get well soon man," Bobby added when several of the New Recruits walked out.

Scott paused before he looked at Harry.

"Well rest easily," Scott said in a stiff voice before he turned around and walked out.

Harry only half heard Xavier mention that he, Logan, and Storm would be heading out to track down a potential lead on a new mutant and to keep his communicator at arm's length but Harry was too busy trying not to hurl out his lungs to pay too much note at that. His mind and body sank into a deep, dark, abyss.

Harry's mind was down and out for the count for a very long time before he heard a knock on the door to jolt him out of his thoughts and the dark haired wizard wished that there was someone else to answer the door. Yet the knocking got more and more frantic and Harry shook his head. He wished for some higher power to just strike him down when his body rippled with aches and pains.

"I'm coming, keep your pants on!" Harry managed when he staggered out of bed, trying to remain on his feet and he began to breath heavily when he took a very labored step towards the door, his right leg almost buckling underneath him when he walked.

Somehow, someway, Harry made it to the door and he nearly collapsed on the door frame but he tried to open the door and turned it, to push it out.

"Yes, what is it?" Harry asked when he saw a young scientist with dark hair standing on the other side of the doorway and a tense expression was on his face. At least Harry assumed he was a scientist with a lab coat, glasses, and briefcase, but the frantic expression on his face indicated that something was up.

"I'm here to see Charles Xavier," the scientist managed when he tried to stand on his feet but his knees buckled ever so slightly.

"See Charles Xavier?" Harry asked with a slightly raised eyebrow when he wondered what this was all about.

"Yes, it's urgent," the scientist managed when he moved inside, when Harry took a moment to rest against the wall to block the thumping that was in his head.

The scientist stepped inside and looked around before Harry decided to enlighten him on a rather unfortunate fact about Xavier's attendance or lack there of.

"He's not here," Harry responded to the scientist, and the scientist turned around, his eyes flashing.

"Damn it!" the scientist yelled, clutching his briefcase and Harry was sure that his pupils dilated, and turned slightly green.

"Don't get upset, I can't help it," Harry managed when he breathed in heavily, and sneezed which caused the ground to rumble underneath him. "Just who are you anyway?"

"Bruce Banner," the scientist responded after a moment as he listened out. "Xavier offered me any help if I need it and I need it, the monster is getting out of control."

'Banner, banner,' Harry thought to himself when he mulled over the matter in his mind and shook his head. 'Now where have I heard that name before?'

Nothing came to mind for Harry right away and he walked inside before he sank down on the couch and Banner looked back at him.

"Do you have any idea when Xavier is coming back?" Banner asked him and Harry shook his head.

"Not a clue," Harry managed when his chest tightened like there was a knot in it and he breathed in and out. "If you want to come back later..."

"No, I have to see him now, before it's too late," Banner persisted and Harry clasped his hands to his head, feeling his clammy flash underneath it.

He had a feeling that this guy would bring trouble with him, although in his violently ill state, Harry could only begin to guess what kind of trouble. He felt a frigid chill and a warm heat simultaneously at the same time, and pulled a blanket on him, before he whipped it off. Harry did this three or four times and he placed his head in his hands.

"Sorry, I've come down with something, I haven't been myself the past couple of days," Harry answered when he sneezed and the walls of the sitting room at the Xavier Institute turned pink.

"I can see that," Banner offered in a light voice, it seemed like he was not the only one having power problems.

The two waited awkwardly, both sick, albeit for drastically different reasons.

One of the gravest threats in the world to national security was the Incredible Hulk, at least that's what one would hear if they asked General Thunderbolt Ross. The grizzled army general fought in countless wars but now he stood with a sadistic expression in his eyes when he watched the video of the Hulk tearing about his Hulkbuster robots. It was a well-placed investment of tax payer dollars to allow such a thing to exist. Ross placed his hands on the table and looked out, watching everything before him.

"Men, the Hulk is the gravest danger the world ever know, but Banner is trying to keep him under control," Ross responded when he banged his fist down on the table for emphasis when he turned to face his fellow soldiers. "The Hulk is out there and we're going to capture him, for better or for worse."

The members of the Hulkbuster unit nodded their heads and Banner turned around before he peered out the window to their headquarters.

"That monster has eluded us for almost eighteen months but we're not going to allow him to elude us any longer," Ross continued in a fierce manner before he turned around and held up a tracking device. "I had someone plant this tracking device on Banner before he got on the bus after last time. When the time is right, we'll be able to find him and take him down with extreme prejudice."

The members of the Hulk Buster unit responded with some light nods, was there any other prejudice with Ross and the Hulk? The man had an ax to grind with the monster that much was for sure. The Hulk was someone that demanded more attention from Ross than most people did to dangerous terrorists. Of course, if one was going to ask Ross, the Hulk would be a great terrorist.

"Banner's trying to get help from someone in Bayville, at that gifted school that Xavier runs," Ross answered, another potential problem location that Ross wanted to take a look at. There was something rather funny about that school, and not funny in a good way.

Ross saw that Banner now was stationary which made it perfect to move in for the kill. The general chomped on his cigar while he waited and watched, his men standing by for the orders that would bring in the monster once and for all. The Hulk should not roam free with his carnage, he was an asset, and needed to be controlled.

"We better get ready to pounce but remember, it must be done in one shot because if he is awake and gets angry, it will set everything back," Ross responded to his men and some of them offered involuntary shudders when they remembered just angry the Hulk could get. They had been through the monster's rage more than once and they felt the bumps and bruises from what happened in the past.

Ross heard a garbled transmission and one of his men ran over to see what the source of the trouble was. When the man locked onto the frequency, he turned around to face Fury.

"It's Fury, he wants to speak with you," the man stated and Ross could have sworn.

Fury was getting on him about the Hulkbuster missions and the General thought that there was going to be another problem with Fury with this one. He wished the Commander of SHIELD would step back and let the man do his job. Fury twisted the knob on the dial and activated the incoming communication link with the man in charge of SHIELD.

"Yes, what is it?" Ross grunted, clasping his hands together when he stared at Fury through beady little eyes. The one eyed director of SHIELD narrowed his eye before staring back at the general.

"You've caused more collateral damage going after the Hulk than the Hulk has caused on one of his joyrides," Fury responded from the other end and Ross gritted his teeth, once again Fury meddled in him. "I'm demanding you shut this entire operation down."

It was Ross's turn to give a nasty smile when he realized that he had Fury by the balls.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Fury," Ross answered with sadistic intentions dancing from his eyes when he placed his hands on the table and looked up at Fury, staring nastily in his eye. "You see, I've been given full authorization to hunt down that monster with the full force, he's a threat to national security. And you Fury, he's out of your jurisdiction."

"Out of my jurisdiction, nothing is out of my jurisdiction Ross," Fury grumbled when he slammed his hands down on the table across from him.

Ross let the bomb drop before he twisted his gaze towards the other members of the Hulkbuster unit, who looked anxious about defying Fury.

"I'm afraid...unless you have a way to override the will of the United States President, a written order, then your jurisdiction means little," Ross commented when he reached forward to click off the communication link from Fury. "I'll talk to you later."

Fury gave an angry protest, snarling that he was going to find a way to shut down this operation. Instincts told Ross that Fury had his own intentions for the Hulk, as he kept getting in the way of the operations of Ross.

Yet, the Hulkbuster unit was something that had the full jurisdiction of the United States Government and it was Ross's baby to control as he saw fit, and Fury had to sit back and watch. He cracked his knuckles with a sadistic grin going through his eyes.

"We get out now, the Hulk won't get away," Ross responded when he turned to his men who suited up with the new and improved armor.

The Hulk was not going to get this way, not this time; Ross had his own plans and would cage the monster. Soon the Hulk's unique genetic structure would serve him and his plans; in fact someone who was a soldier would be allowed the Hulk's powers, and not someone who was a savage brute who went on rampages when the monster got enraged. Such power should not be squandered and Ross knew it. There were far more worthy people for the savage power.

He prepared to turn around and lead the charge straight to Bayville and take out anyone who got in his way, they were an accessory to the Hulk's crimes.

"When do you think Xavier will get back?"

Banner asked this question to Harry and Harry tried to shake off the illness that he felt to address the mild mannered scientist properly.

"I...don't know, hopefully soon," Harry managed when he heard the whirling of helicopters outside. He took a calming breath to try and get himself back to a standing position before he turned to Banner. "Did you by any chance...oh I don't know, have someone that's tracking you?"

Banner went pale when he spun around to see Harry and he got to his feet.

"Ross, General Thunderbolt Ross, he's...been after my other half for a while," Banner responded and suddenly, through his ill and hazed state, everything clicked together for Harry Potter. He knew now where he had heard of this Bruce Banner before and could have sworn.

Bruce Banner was the Hulk, Harry saw him on the news a few times and Banner was considered armed and dangerous. Granted, many of the news clips that showed the Hulk had the monster yell that he wanted to be left alone which Harry sympathized with. Being hunted down because he had an anger management issue that caused him to turn into a hulking green monster was not necessary the most fair thing in the world.

Harry shook his head and remained calm and still before he got up to his feet.

"Stay here, stay calm, I'll handle Ross and his Party Posse," Harry managed when he placed a hand to his forehead and staggered out the door.

Banner felt the need to bring up a very obvious point to Harry.

"Are you sure you can handle Ross in your state?"

Harry spun around, his eyes bloodshot, his nose congested, his head feeling like it was on fire with the loud thumping sensation going through it, sweat rolling down his palms. He looked like Death warmed over twice and he responded, nearly hacking up his lungs in the process, but he responded never the less.

"I've had...ahh...worse!"

Harry sneezed and caused all the furniture in the sitting area of the Xavier Institute to start tap dancing. He turned around and grumbled when he gimped out of there.

'Magic can do fucking everything except fucking for cure the flu, go fucking figure,' Harry cursed mentally to himself. The F-Word was only appropriate as far as Harry was concerned for certain circumstances like in the bedroom, at rush hour traffic in New York City, and in Algebra class when given a pop quiz, but Harry was using that word more liberally thanks to his illness.

"Yes, how may I help you?" Harry managed when he stood against the door frame and looked at Ross.

"General Ross of the United States Army, we know the Hulk is in there, step aside or you'll be considered an accessory to his crimes," Ross responded in a harsh voice and Harry staggered when he tried to remain on his feet.

He saw the Hulkbuster robots outside of the gates that had been blown down. Xavier really needed to amp up his security or ask him to but Harry had one thought that went through his mind the more he stood.

'This wouldn't be fun even if I was well.'

Harry sneezed once more and suddenly all of the tanks and robots that were on the lawn levitated in mid air and rotated in the air, causing the people inside to scream. Ross jumped up on his feet and shook his head.

"What in the name of Sam Hill is going on?"

That's the question Ross asked but Harry did not answer it right away rather he continued to cough madly and cause the Hulkbuster robots to change different colors.

"Open fire, he's attacking us!" one of the men stated losing his head.

Banner walked outside and stare them down.

"It's me you want!" Banner yelled raising his hands.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

An electrified grenade shot out and caught Banner dropping him to his knees.

Harry heard a loud growl before he collapsed on the ground.

'They really shouldn't have done that,' Harry thought through the throbbing of his temples.

"HULK NOT LIKE POWER!"

'They really shouldn't have done that,' Harry thought at the sounds of metal being smashed hard when the monster rampaged and stormed forward.

The Incredible Hulk was up and the Incredible Hulk was pissed, actually pissed was an understatement of the century, the not so jolly green giant was in a towering fury and he continued to go through his rampage to smash every single thing down.

"Subdue him, get the nets!" Ross yelled at the top of his lungs but the Hulk was getting stronger the madder that he got.

"You shouldn't have tried, now I'm angry, and you won't like me when I'm angry," Hulk growled when he snarled at Ross who backed off. "Puny Banner is taking a nap, now you're going to have to deal with ME!"

Hulk was stuck in the back with a trio of taser guns but the not so jolly green giant felt barely a tickle. Weakly lifting his hand, Harry knocked the attackers away from the Hulk.

"Don't need help," Hulk grunted when he ran through the Hulkbusters like they were nothing, tearing through them.

Harry could see that and really wished he could enjoy this sound thrashing the Hulk was giving this jerks a bit better. It was unfortunate that the urge to hurl his own lungs into a million pieces never left the sorcerer for an instant. Otherwise he would have seen the Hulk swing for the fences and take out one of the larger Hulkbuster robots through the fences.

More people arrived, which was the least of Harry's worries and one of the last people he wanted to see when he was on the ground and ill showed up. Nick Fury dropped down to the ground before he held up a gun and blasted at the Hulkbuster units to get their attention.

"Stand down!" Fury yelled but Hulk growled at him.

Harry pulled himself to his feet, to stand with dignity.

"Fury, I told you, you're jurisdiction has no place here," Ross responded with a gruff tone when he folded his hands but Fury's face contorted into a nasty grin.

"Actually it does, Ross," Fury responded before he slapped a piece of paper into the hands of the general. "SHIELD has been given full authorization to deal with the Hulk and Banner. Read it and weep."

Ross read it and he wept, when Harry pulled himself to his feet and watched him.

"This isn't over Fury," Ross answered when he gave a very nasty glare to the director of SHIELD.

"No, it isn't," Fury agreed when he stared back at Ross before he turned to the Hulk.

"You better watch who you're looking at, unless you want to lose that other eye," Hulk growled when he stared down Fury.

"SHIELD needs your help with an important matter, both yours and Banner's," Fury answered when he stared down the Hulk.

After all of what Harry heard about the Hulk, seeing the green monster mull over the matter in his mind carefully was not one of the things that he expected to see but then again, there it was. Harry's heart beat against his chest when he moved his way back in.

He managed to shake his head.

"If anyone needs me, I'm going to go back on the couch and die," Harry managed when he looked at the SHIELD agents, coughing and hacking the entire way.

They watched Harry leave, not knowing what to say before he disappeared inside.

"Make sure this entire mess is cleared up," Fury barked to the SHIELD members.

"What about Potter?"

"Let him rest," Fury offered when Harry stumbled into the Xavier Institute to drop back down on the couch. He turned to the Hulk. "What about you?"

"I'll get back to you," Hulk growled before he jumped into the air and disappeared.

Unknowing to everyone else, Harry was down on the couch after what occurred, sleeping the effects of his illness off rather peacefully. The incident with the Hulk was not something that anyone would find out, given that the SHIELD agents took care of all of the evidence and repaired the damages of the Mansion in less than an hour. What happened to the Hulk, Harry had no idea and quite frankly he did not really care about, all he cared about was getting some sleep.

He turned over, a peaceful expression on his face, at least more peaceful than he ever thought that he would have. His hands twitched slightly but other than the residual soreness, Harry found himself to be perfectly find and out of it to be honest. His breathing remained shallow as he went over everything in his mind.

The mystery of how he got so sick would be left for another time, although whatever he had was not some kind of contagious virus. Harry pinned the blame on the chemicals at the Oscorp lab and Osborn was still missing come to think about that, where he was, Harry had no idea whatsoever.

His fingers twitched, the numbness filled them when he turned over and he barely heard the doors open to announce the arrival of everyone else.

"Sleeping like a baby, I told you that he'd be fine."

Rogue was the one who stated these words, not that Harry heard them in his state of mind, no those were words that Harry barely registered to be honest.

"I know, but you can't blame me for being worried," Kitty answered when she shook her head.

"Yeah, given the amount of trouble that he attracts, but he's here and fine," Scott replied when he turned around so his eyes flashed.

Scott thought about it, the fact was that he would be back on his feet but for today, Scott and Logan took care of the New Mutants training session. There would come a day where he would be leading this entire time after all and he decided now was the best time to forge an alliance.

"Bet you it's not as productive as when Harry leads the classes."

There was also the fact of the matter of Jean and where she was, Scott thought he saw a glimpse of her earlier this week but when he tried to chase Jean down, she was gone. She wanted nothing to do with him.

Scott wondered if this glimpse that Jean allowed to see of him was something that was intentional or something that was accidental. Or maybe if it was Scott simply seeing what he wished to see. That was another matter for another time.

Harry flickered his eyes open a little bit and to be honest, he felt a lot better than he did earlier. It was amazing how a good five or six hours of sleep could heal the body. Then again, Harry putting his body in a state of unconscious allowed his magic to work its magic and bring him back to life. If anything else, Harry thought that his body was stronger than ever before and all it took was a dangerous illness to boost his powers.

Of course, Harry figured that there was a small chance that he exaggerated a little bit but still he wondered if this illness really was a byproduct of a change that his body was going through as his powers evolved to a new level. Exactly what level was, Harry had no idea but he would find out all too soon and he was sure that Strange would be happy to share his theories the next time they had a session together.

Harry rolled over when he sighed long and took a deep breath, he could use a couple more hours of sleep but he would be back and ready to go.

In his mind, there were visions of what he could potentially do with his powers dancing in his head, but that was something that Harry needed to explore at a later time when the post illness soreness left his body. Everyone seemed willing to leave him alone as Harry rested on the couch.

The only reason he was out here because he foolishly tried to get to school in the morning despite the illness that he had but he collapsed. He shook his head, not exactly the smartest move in the world in hindsight, but Potters often were known for being bull headed and stubborn in the face of certain crisis.

Harry heard the voices of others around him as people moved around the Mansion but he decided to play dead for a little longer.

He envisioned something weird when he drifted off to sleep. There was a faint hoarse voice that stated, "Harry, help" but the dark haired wizard chalked it up as something to do with his post-fever delirium.

Bruce Banner now calmed down and found himself on the flying fortress that belonged to SHIELD, the Hellicarrier and walked side by side with Nick Fury. There was a moment in time where both men were silent, Banner and Fury were not exactly buddies to be honest. That was why Banner found himself surprised that Fury pulled him out of the fire when he did.

Of course, if Bruce Banner knew Nick Fury, there was one thing he could count on and take to the bank; if Fury did something for someone, that usually meant that Banner could count on returning the favor down the line. That was one thing that he could believe in. Sure enough, Banner decided to get that matter out of the way before he turned around and stared down Fury.

"So I'm taking it that the rescue was not out of the goodness of your heart?"

"I don't like an injustice being done as much as the next person," Fury answered without missing a beat as he walked down the corridors with Banner. "And it offered me the perfect chance to stick it to Ross."

"Ah, a vendetta between you two," Banner offered and Fury responded with a crisp nod, and the mild mannered scientist knew that this was the best he was going to get out of the SHIELD commander.

"You've been around the block a few times Banner, you know what it's like," Fury answered when he continued to walk down the hallway with Banner. "Ross has his own designs on the Hulk."

"I could have figured that out," Banner responded when he clutched the case he had in his hand and stood for a moment, ready to go.

Fury did not speak much, he was not one for words, unless they were orders that were being barked out to another person, then Fury was going to give him all of the words. Banner wondered what Fury's game was, again he refused to believe that Fury bailed the Hulk out of the fire out of the kindness of his heart.

"Stand back."

Banner stood back at that moment and Fury worked with the lock to allow it to slide open before them. Fury waited for Banner to ask the question.

"We have a problem that I need you to solve and it might give you a solution to your hulking dilemma," Fury remarked to Banner and now the scientist was interested. Fury knew that he had the man's full attention and began to speak to him. "A few weeks ago, I came across the broken pieces of a rare gem that a mutant terrorist known as Magneto was trying to use to amplify the powers of other mutants and control them."

Banner's jaw set and he watched Fury carefully but Fury knew that he had Banner's attention.

"These gems have properties that when utilized right might correct defects but there's one component missing from them that I need to get them working," Fury answered when he turned to Banner. "Tony Stark is working with one of the pieces to try and figure out that component as we speak."

"Stark's hit a dead end, I take it," Banner responded and Fury's eye looked upon Banner's face.

"That's right, and I was hoping that you might be able to figure out what he couldn't."

Banner looked at the gems, the Hulk growled from within him but he took a calming breath and allowed himself to remain stoic. It was hard not to get angry with everything that happened but Banner was angry.

"The gems have the potential to separate the Hulk or to make him stronger, more powerful," Banner summarized, giving the first hypothesis that came to mind.

"Fifty-fifty shot, better odds than we had before," Fury said in a gruff voice when he stood on his heels and rocked forward.

Banner folded his hands and nodded to try and figure out what Fury wanted him to do. He had a feeling that Fury's offer to help him with his Hulking Problem was only one part of a rather big problem. The scientist took a moment to look at Fury before Fury responded with another answer.

"We have a huge problem that has vexed us for a long time," Fury responded when he turned around and pushed several buttons to activate a hologram device.

The image of a stasis tube containing Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, showed up and Banner leaned forward to see this living legend. Obviously, he knew who this man was; one would have to live underneath a rock not to know who Captain America was.

"That's your big problem?" Banner asked when he looked at Fury who responded with a nod.

"A big problem, given that there are some who want to pull the plug on Captain America, but I don't want to go back on the promise that I made," Fury answered when he clutched his hands together and thought about the promise he made to Steve Rogers and to others. It had been years since he had been put under and Fury did not want to break the promise that he made.

He knew that Captain America would not break his promise that much was for sure. Banner remained standing next to Fury before the member of SHIELD continued to stand steady.

"I'll see what I can do, but we're not exactly looking too promising," Banner answered Fury in an honest and stiff voice when he looked at the gem. Touching it into his hand even for a few seconds made the Hulk inside bubble to the surface, threatening to burst out. Banner shuddered when it was so close to his hand but he managed to turn towards Fury. "If I can do anything to help, I would."

Fury knew that he could count on Banner, providing he kept his other half in check and did not burst out, that was something that Fury feared would happen. The SHIELD director stood and saw the gem glow once again, it was only a small fragment, there had to be more and there had to be another clue within it to find whatever that missing element was.

The problem was that Fury had no idea what that missing element was to stabilize the gems, so far science failed him but there had to be a logical explain. The Director of SHIELD was a man who prided himself on logic and now he had two of the top scientific minds working on it, and he thought also about bringing Reed Richards in.

However, Richards was in deep space with the rest of the Fantastic Four on a mission. It was hard to get a hold of them when they spent so much time about and around in space.

"Do you have any time table about when you want these gems figured out?" Banner asked when he broke Fury's thoughts.

Fury pondered this for a few seconds, mulling it over in his mind before he responded in a short voice.

"As soon as possible Banner, people are breathing down my neck," Fury offered with Banner feeling the pressure on.

Pressure was good for Banner to focus, providing that he didn't Hulk out, that would be a bit of a problem. The scientist gave another look at the gem, once again, the gem locked onto his inner savage and he could not touch it for more than a few seconds with his bare hand. Gloves were a requirement for something like that, that much Banner knew.

"I'll get to work as soon as possible," Banner chimed in and Fury answered with his most stoic nod.

It was time to figure out how much these gems meant when Fury scoured the world using the full resources of SHIELD for even more.

Wind blew outside late at night when Harry sat outside, feeling much better than he was earlier in that day. In fact, Harry would go as far as saying that it was like he never got sick at all but he had his memories of what happened.

He sat and folded his hands when he hovered in the air with his legs crossed, staring out into the night and wondering if anyone would notice that he disappeared from his bed. Something told Harry that it would be a bit, as they were thrown into the Danger Room tonight for some hard training.

"I was wondering where you disappeared off to."

Harry looked over his shoulder and he saw Rachel standing outside, wearing a tight black top and blue jeans when she made her way outside.

"Much better now, I take it," Rachel offered Harry and Harry dropped down to face her.

"Hey, Rachel," Harry responded when he dropped down to the ground to face her. She stood on the ground, her red hair framing her face when she stood to face him. "Yeah, I'm loads better with what happened."

"That's good, I'm glad you're better, I thought something bad happened," Rachel offered when she reached forward and instinctively put her hands on Harry's waist. "I thought that..."

"Yeah, I guess my body healed itself," Harry responded when he peered into her green eyes when the two looked at each other.

They stood outside late at night and the two looked at each other for a long time, smiling at each other when they sat beside each other.

"And just think I had to go through pain and agony to do it," Harry responded after another moment and Rachel nodded, a smile crossing her face.

Rachel took a moment to consider the young man before her, it was a long couple of months since she got here but she spent some time peering into Harry's mind and his memories. Granted most of what she looked at was the foreign memories that Harry had her look through to make sense of them. They cobbled more together over the past number of weeks than Rachel thought about.

Yet there were other memories Rachel saw in his mind, only a few fragments here and there but when a person got that deep and that intimate into a person's psyche, there had to be a certain level of trust established between the two parties. She stood out with Harry and they connected on one of the most intimate levels that two people could go. The red head didn't trust too well because of what happened.

Her life was surrounded by tragedy and heartbreak, she didn't let it bother her too much, maybe a little bit but it was one of those things she had to deal with and that she had to acknowledge.

"Something on your mind, Rachel?" Harry asked when he looked back at the pretty redhead.

"Just thinking about what happened...before I got here," Rachel answered when she stepped forward and face Harry. "You have a good idea, don't you?"

"I have a few ideas, but I won't tell anyone if you won't want me to," Harry responded when he looked back at Rachel and she felt grateful.

"Thanks," Rachel responded when she threw her arms around Harry in a hug, feeling at ease with him keeping her secrets, even from Kitty and Rogue. Rachel could tell that Rogue seemed a bit suspicious of her, even though Kitty seemed rather friendly.

Rachel and Harry locked eyes and there was no point in delaying any longer. The other night it was interrupted but this time, they would not be denied what was true in their hearts.

The two met in a passionate kiss, their lips melting together with the pleasure, and Rachel felt the pleasure go through her body, feeling a heat that had nothing to do with her powers course around her.

She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck to deepen the kiss and her legs around his waist, she knew what she wanted and Harry's body and Harry placed a hand underneath her pert breast. She sighed in his mouth when Harry squeezed.

'Harry, take me to your room,' Rachel thought to him through wanton need, desires that she never had a chance to fulfill and she trusted no one else to fulfill them.

'Are you sure?' Harry asked her mentally.

'I need you badly, you should see how bad I need you between my thighs,' Rachel breathed in Harry's ear. 'Yes, I'm sure.'

Harry scooped up the newest member of his group in his arms, he figured that this would happen.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Harry was back in the bedroom with Rachel and he set her down on the bed. He reached down and removed Rachel's shirt to reveal her firm stomach and her pert breasts encased in an orange bra. Her pale skin had a few scars on it but they did not detract from her beauty.

Rachel removed Harry's shirt and saw his sexy muscular chest and abs, rubbing her hands around it.

"You're as good as I imagined," Rachel remarked when she rubbed her fingers over Harry's chest and abs, before she snaked her hand in his pants. "Oh yes, you're feeling much better."

Rachel's hand squeezed Harry's bulge, the nineteen year old Omega Level Mutant was sick and tired of second guessing everything in her life, she wanted some pleasure now and Harry was going to give it to her. Her strong hand pumped Harry's cock, squeezing his throbbing manhood hard in her hand.

"Shit Rachel, that feels good," Harry answered when Rachel squeezed him before she used her telekinetic powers to pull Harry's belt off and also his pants.

Harry's tent was sent to her and Rachel pulled his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring out to face her. She caught the piece of meat in her hand and gave in a slight lick.

"It's okay Rachel, really use your tongue," Harry said when Rachel continued to lick his member, licking it and feeling it within her mouth before she popped Harry's tool into her mouth, feeling him in her mouth. "That's it, suck me, baby."

Rachel lowered her mouth down Harry's cock and pushed back up to spear it down her throat, feeling it hit the back of her throat. She managed to push it harder down her throat, she gave Harry some deep-throat action and he felt the joy of his cock going down her throat cavity.

"You have a good mouth," Harry groaned when Rachel went down on him with her tight mouth.

'Let's see how good yours is,' Rachel projected to him mentally and her pants slid off around her ankles before she pulled her panties down to reveal her sex.

"Yeah, sit on my face, and I'll eat you out," Harry grunted when Rachel shifted her positioning and Harry dove into her pussy folds, tonguing it and tasting the lovely juices that dribbled down from her.

Rachel gave pleasurable vibrations as she picked subtle cues of what Harry wanted out of his mind to really give him the cock sucking that he deserved. She could tell that Harry did the same thing to her when he dove into her pussy. Harry had some latent telepathy abilities that were natural and Rachel thought that this would be good practice and a fun way to practice.

'Oh Harry, you have a divine tongue,' Rachel thought when she panted when Harry's tongue at her out.

'You haven't felt anything yet,' Harry thought back to her and Harry drilled his tongue into her, hissing into her cunt.

'Shit, that's so good,' Rachel managed when she went down on Harry's cock, determined to have his cum down her throat.

She blew him with all of the skill she could muster and also took her hands to play with his balls, to coax his cum out of him.

All the while where Harry speared his tongue down her tight quim, taking a moment to rub her clit before he returned back to her pussy. He hit all of Rachel's sensitive spots to give her the most pleasure and her eyes flickered shut when she breathed heavily when she came on his face.

The scent of her tasty juices caused Harry to lose his load down her throat. Rachel moaned heartily when Harry drained the contents of his nuts down her throat, splattering his juices straight down her throat.

"Wow," Rachel breathed when Harry pushed her back on the bed and gripped her around the shoulders.

"You haven't seen wow, yet," Harry responded when he teased Rachel's slit with his fingers and she gave a whimper.

Her bra was the only article of clothing she wore and not for long when Harry pulled it from her, to allow her breasts to bounce out. He placed hands on both of her breasts and gave them a tight squeeze around them causing her to moan with pleasure.

"Harry, I need you in me," Rachel begged him, feeling the heat between her legs and the itch that only one thing could scratch.

Harry straddled her and rubbed the head of his cock against the underside of her stomach with Rachel looking up at him with imploring eyes. He aimed his cock and stuffed it inside her, feeling her pussy wrap against him tightly.

Rachel whined when the first real cock entered her, her hymen already having been broken when she was subjected to scientific experiments. Harry lifted up and pushed down into Rachel's cunt, causing pleasure to course out her body and her to pant with a series of "oohs and aahs."

"You're tight," Harry grunted when Rachel lifted her hips up to meet Harry's incoming thrusts, their bodies getting sweaty when they began their dance. Harry pressed his mouth down on Rachel's nipple before he sucked on her nipples and gave her the pleasure she sought.

"Yes, more, fuck me," Rachel groaned when Harry plunged his thick tool into her love box, stuffed in her tightly and the red head grabbed her hands around him.

The two of them continued their dance, with Rachel using her pussy muscles to contort and squeeze Harry's cock, summoning the full power that she had.

It was the erotic dance both of them shared, giving it to each other like two powerful figures would. They exchanged strokes and ran their hands over each other's hot bodies. Harry pumped his cock deep into Rachel's cunt, with her squeezing him the further and deeper he went.

Rachel panted when Harry drove her to earth shattering orgasm after earth shattering orgasm, each time she was driven higher and higher, and knew that she should have done this a little bit sooner. However, she couldn't worry about what happened before rather she should worry about what happened now.

Harry pushed his cock into her and looked in her eyes.

"Cumming now," Harry grunted after much time passed when Harry planted his pole into her sex with each passing motion.

"In me, need it, oh, ah, yes," Rachel moaned at the top of her lungs and Harry's balls tightened before the current of cum blasted into her.

Harry pulled out of Rachel who laid on the bed, her legs spread and she scooped Harry's dribbling cum off of her thumbs before she popped her fingers into her mouth and laid back, her short hair sexily framing her face when she did so. She sighed when she sucked the tasty delights from her feelings. She wondered if there was some quality about Harry's cum that made it taste like the best thing to each individual girl that sampled it.

"I want more Harry, I can't have enough," Rachel purred before she flipped herself over on the bed and presented her backside towards Harry.

Harry thought that her super powered abilities were coupled with a super powered sex drive, not that it was a bad thing .He grabbed Rachel's hips in his hands and once again aimed towards her dripping slit, before he thrust into her.

"YES!" Rachel screamed when she felt Harry's cock fill her up and it pump into her between her legs. His hands found their way to her breasts, Harry squeezed and fondled them, twisting her nipples slightly. That added to the erotic pleasure between the two of them.

"Better the second time," Harry grunted when he pushed his cock deep into her from behind, his balls slapped against her thighs hard when he did so.

The strokes inside Rachel made her body feel like it was on fire but in the good way, her toes curled and her pussy moistened. She knew that if many other girls got the idea that Harry was getting this talented, that they would be lining around the block and begging Harry for a chance to sample his mighty tool in their toolbox.

Rachel mentally slapped herself for the cheesiness of the analogy but her point still stood. Harry's cock was strong and past, ripping into Rachel at an intense speed, pushing her to the boundaries and ripping into her.

Harry felt her intense tightness; he could feel something powerful manipulate his penis as Rachel summoned all of her power and strength into her pussy. There was something about her that drove her wild, her sex organ squeezed his in the most pleasurable way.

He kept the pace, plunging into her, feeling her tight walls rub and hug him, her cunt juices lubricating him to make his passage nice and easy. Harry thrust into her orifice to skillfully stretch her out, taking each and every individual plunge into her.

"Oh, baby, you fill me up so good," Rachel moaned when Harry played with her breasts and slapped her ass. Rachel wondered what it would be like for Harry to stick his cock in there. "Harry...could you please finish up in my ass?"

Harry decided to oblige the lady, pulling his rod out of her pussy and plunging it into a different, even tighter, hole and continued his efforts in fucking. Rachel's tight asshole squeezed around his thick tool when he plunged into her hard, pushing her asshole apart to feel the warm desire clench around him.

"Yeah, good as I thought," Rachel managed when the redhead bit her lip to stifle the screams a little bit.

"Such a nice tight ass," Harry grunted when he pushed his cock deep into her ass, plunging it into her anal cavity whilst Rachel fingered herself heatedly.

She whimpered when she rode her own finger, Harry knew his way around and ass and a cunt, that much was for sure and he also fondled her breasts, his touches driving her to the brink of insanity. Her eyes flickered when her cum dribbled out on the bed.

Harry scooped up the cum on his fingers and lifted his hand up to place them into Rachel's mouth, allowing her to feast upon her own cum.

"You're a dirty girl, eating your own cum," Harry grunted when he slammed his fleshy hard pole into her sphincter and stretched her out.

"Am I dirty?" Rachel cooed, heatedly when she licked her own cum from Harry's fingers and suckled out them. "Cum in my ass my lover, blow your seed deep into my bowels."

Harry found himself obliged to do so with his balls tightening and they clenched, before they shot a hot load into Rachel's anus, causing her to collapse on the bed. His cock pumped into her a few more times.

Smut/Lemon Ends.

Harry saw Rachel lie there, taking a deep breath when she felt the pleasure of Harry screwing both of her holes.

"Well, Harry's feeling better, but the question is he up for a little more celebration?"

Kitty and Rogue stood at the door, dressed in bathrobes, Kitty wore a white one and Rogue wore a black one.

"We should have figured that she was going to join," Rogue answered, she didn't feel that much at ease with Rachel but she figured that she should trust Harry's judgment.

"Well she still has to pass the initiation," Kitty commented with an amused glint in her eyes.

Rachel seemed surprised and wondered what that consisted of.

"It's no big deal really," Kitty added when she looked at the redhead girl. "It involves handcuffs, fuzzy dice, and a rubber duck."

Kitty could barely keep a straight face during this whole thing.