Chapter 14

As the Avengers assembled in the meeting room, the air crackled with tension like a high-voltage wire, especially between Tony Stark and the Maximoff twins, Wanda and Pietro. Tony's eyes flicked toward the twins with the same wariness one might reserve for a ticking time bomb, while Wanda and Pietro stood their ground, their faces set like they'd just been handed a particularly nasty potion.

Harry, sensing that this was about to escalate into an all-out showdown, cleared his throat with the kind of precision that could only come from years of awkward social interactions. "Alright, folks," he said, his tone a mix of firm authority and friendly persuasion. "Let's put the personal drama on hold and focus on the mission. We've got a Hydra operative to catch, and we're going to need all the brainpower and brawn we can muster."

Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances that could have set off fireworks, but they kept their mouths shut, eyes locked on the mission ahead. Tony, despite looking like he'd swallowed a lemon, nodded in reluctant agreement. He knew better than to let personal grudges mess up the job.

Trying to act as the peacemaker, Sersi turned her attention to Gilgamesh, her gratitude as clear as a freshly polished crystal. "Thanks for joining us, even with Thena's condition," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "It means a lot to have you here, and I know Thena would be grateful too if she could be."

Gilgamesh's face was a study in quiet determination. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world," he said, his voice steady as a rock. "We'll get through this together, no matter what it takes."

Harry, having heard about Thena's condition, felt a wave of déjà vu crash over him. The symptoms—confusion, disorientation—were alarmingly similar to what Bertha Jorkins had gone through after too many Obliviations. It was like déjà vu with a side of chills.

But Harry pushed those thoughts aside. Now was not the time for personal fears. Instead, he channeled his energy into focusing on their mission. With Hydra on the loose and Phastos and his family in danger, there was no room for distractions. The team needed to be at their best if they were going to outwit Hydra and come out on top.

—

As the Avengers and Eternals filed into the Quinjet, Tony Stark, the self-proclaimed King of Conversation, decided it was time to grill the Eternals on their eternal life. "So, Eternals," he started with that trademark grin, "what's it like being immortal? I mean, does it get boring? Like, really boring?"

Sersi, used to Tony's probing questions, offered a practiced smile. "It has its moments," she replied, "but we manage to keep ourselves busy."

Kingo, always ready to add a bit of flair, jumped in. "Yeah, watching humanity bumble through history is like reality TV. Less drama, though. No Kardashians."

Tony laughed, clearly enjoying their banter. "Fair enough. There must be some perks to living forever that us mere mortals can only fantasize about."

Kingo leaned back with a smirk. "Oh, absolutely. No need to worry about wrinkles or grey hair. And seeing fashion trends come and go—some eras are definitely more bearable than others."

Tony was intrigued. "What's the worst fashion disaster you've witnessed?"

Sersi chuckled. "The powdered wigs of the 18th century. They were itchy, impractical, and let's be honest, not very flattering."

Kingo added with a grin, "And don't forget the disco era. Those platform shoes were a nightmare. Makkari tripped over them more times than we can count."

Makkari, who had been observing silently, signed something. Sersi translated with a laugh. "She says she tripped on purpose to make the rest of us laugh."

Tony grinned and turned to Gilgamesh. "What about you? Any particularly memorable moments from history?"

Gilgamesh thought for a moment. "The most memorable are the times humanity shows its resilience—surviving plagues, wars, and disasters. It's a testament to the strength of people."

Tony nodded appreciatively. "I get that. What about the modern era? Anything stand out to you?"

Sersi's face grew serious. "The pace of technological advancement has been incredible. Phastos has been a big part of that. But with progress comes new threats, like HYDRA. That's why we're here—to protect humanity from those threats."

Tony glanced over at Wanda and Pietro. "Speaking of HYDRA, I just want to—"

Wanda cut him off with a frosty edge. "We know, Stark. We're here to fight HYDRA. Let's stay focused."

Tony nodded, clearly respecting her resolve. "Right. We're all on the same team here."

Pietro, sensing the tension, added, "We're ready to do what needs to be done."

Harry, who had been observing the exchange, stepped in. "We all want the same thing here. Let's make sure HYDRA pays for everything they've done."

As the Quinjet raced toward their destination, the mood lightened. Despite their differences, the Avengers and Eternals were united in their mission to take down HYDRA. They braced for the challenges ahead, ready to face whatever came their way with a newfound sense of camaraderie.

—

When the Quinjet touched down at their destination, the Avengers and the Eternals leaped into action like a well-oiled machine—minus the oil, because, you know, who needs oil when you have superpowers and snappy comebacks?

Harry, channeling his inner magical detective, began scanning the surroundings for any mystical shenanigans. He was like a spell-casting GPS, tracking down magical signatures and anomalies like a pro. Meanwhile, Sersi was doing her best nature-therapist impression, tuning into the natural world's vibes to sniff out any HYDRA goons or sneaky traps.

The team kept their communication lines buzzing with updates, each member relaying their findings with military precision. Every second felt like a ticking clock as they raced to stop HYDRA from their usual brand of world-threatening antics.

Then, out of nowhere, Harry's senses picked up a faint magical aura. It was like a mystical "X marks the spot" sign, guiding him to an old, dusty warehouse on the edge of town. With a dramatic, and probably somewhat theatrical, wave of his hand, he signaled his teammates to follow. 

As they approached the warehouse, the air felt like it was holding its breath, crackling with tension. Weapons at the ready, the team entered the building with the grace and stealth of a cat burglar—if cats were armed with high-tech gear and superpowers.

Inside, they were met with the not-so-welcoming party of heavily armed HYDRA operatives. The bad guys had clearly been expecting company, and they were not the type to offer coffee and cookies. But the Avengers and the Eternals were not here for a tea party.

—

As the battle kicked off, Harry decided it was time to turn things up to eleven. He transformed into his dragon form—think of a gold-and-black dragon that just crashed the most intense game of laser tag ever. His wings unfurled with a dramatic whoosh, and he took to the skies like he was auditioning for a role in a fantasy epic.

The HYDRA operatives, who had clearly not read the memo about dragon invasions, were caught completely off guard. One moment, they were peeking around their cover, and the next, Harry's dragon claws were smashing their carefully hidden weaponry like it was made out of tinfoil and toothpicks. The guns crumbled under his mighty swipe, and the chaos erupted faster than you could say "fire-breathing lizard."

As Harry roared his challenge, the abandoned warehouse turned into a dragon-themed amusement park—minus the fun rides and with a lot more fire and panic. Flames shot from Harry's mouth, lighting up the room like a malfunctioning disco ball. The operatives were scrambling, running into each other and tripping over their own feet. They looked like extras in a disaster movie, but with fewer cool explosions and more sheer terror.

Harry's presence was nothing short of spectacular. Each thunderous roar and blast of fire was a reminder that this dragon wasn't just any dragon—he was a mythical powerhouse who could turn a routine mission into an epic spectacle. The ground shook with every powerful beat of his wings, and every roar was like a headline from a tabloid: "Dragon Wrecks HYDRA's Day!"

In the middle of the warehouse, surrounded by the clangs of metal and the whoops of his own fiery delight, Harry made sure the HYDRA operatives knew they'd made a monumental mistake. The warehouse, which had once been a quiet shell, was now a battleground of epic proportions, proving that dragons and secret villain bases do not mix.

—

The Avengers and Eternals were a blur of motion, a high-octane superhero mashup against the Hydra goons. As blows were exchanged and magical blasts flew, the warehouse was transforming into an all-out battleground. Harry, in his dragon form, was particularly spectacular, like a mythical firework show gone rogue. His roars were less "I'm a dragon" and more "I'm the end of your bad day," while his fiery breath had the Hydra operatives scrambling like ants disturbed by a toddler's tantrum.

Amidst the chaos, it was clear: Harry was not just a dragon; he was the dragon, making things look as easy as a Sunday morning cartoon. With every flap of his enormous wings and every swipe of his scaly claws, he was a living, breathing wrecking ball of awesomeness.

As the battle reached its peak, Harry decided it was time to go back to his human form. He landed with all the grace of a cat stuck in a tree and immediately joined Sersi, who was battling side-by-side with him. They were a dynamic duo, taking down Hydra operatives like it was a well-choreographed dance routine.

Sersi, catching her breath and flashing a grin at Harry, said, "Thanks for the assist! And just so you know, for that, I'm going to be 'riding the dragon' later tonight."

Harry raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard by her choice of words. Then it dawned on him—Sersi was hinting at some celebratory, pants-free dancing, the kind that made the night more interesting. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Sounds like a blast," he replied with a grin. "But let's hold off on the wild parties until after we've wrapped up this Hydra fiasco. Deal?"

With that, the team pressed on, their spirits buoyed by their recent victories and the promise of a little fun once they'd cleaned up the mess. They were closing in on the finish line, ready to take down Hydra and savor their well-earned downtime.

—

Makkari and Quicksilver were like two caffeinated squirrels with superpowers on a racetrack. If you blinked, you'd miss them zipping around the battlefield like they were racing against each other for the title of "Fastest in the Universe." Their movements were so fast that trying to keep up was like trying to chase a shooting star with a butterfly net.

Amid the chaos of explosions and laser blasts, Makkari and Quicksilver turned their high-speed duel into an electrifying show. Makkari, with her eyes gleaming like a kid in a candy store, wove through the Hydra operatives with a grace that made her look like she was dancing on air. She shot Quicksilver a series of playful hand signals—imagine interpretive dance but with super-speed moves—and her smirk said, "Catch me if you can!"

Quicksilver, ever the showman, spun around her with a grin that could light up a room. His laughter was a high-pitched streak of sound that blended into the roar of the battle. He shot back a quick thumbs-up and an exaggerated wink, as if to say, "You think you're fast? Hold my super-speed!"

Their high-speed rivalry was a masterpiece of superhero antics. Makkari would zigzag through the battlefield, leaving a shimmering trail of energy behind her. Quicksilver would appear in the blink of an eye, creating a blur of motion that made it look like he was everywhere at once. Each burst of their powers caused mini-explosions of light and sound, turning the fight into their personal stage.

Even the Hydra operatives seemed to pause, gaping in confusion as Makkari and Quicksilver made a mockery of their attempts to keep up. It was like watching an action-comedy unfold in real-time. Their laughter and playful taunts filled the air, adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise grim fight.

Their friendly competition turned the battlefield into a playground, where every move was a celebration of their extraordinary abilities and their bond as teammates. Amidst the chaos, their rivalry was a beacon of light-heartedness, reminding everyone that even in the darkest times, a little bit of humor and camaraderie can make all the difference.

—

Captain's voice crackled over the comms, cutting through the chaos of battle like a hot knife through butter. "Any intel on Phastos' location?" he demanded, his tone both urgent and composed. It was like he was trying to stay calm while juggling flaming torches—impressive, but also a little nerve-wracking.

Tony's voice came through, tinged with that familiar mix of determination and tech-geek enthusiasm. "Got it, Cap. I'm zeroing in on his location now. Just give me a sec." Tony's fingers danced over his keyboard with all the grace of a concert pianist, though the stakes were a bit higher than a fancy gala.

The team, already on edge, braced for the next move. The tension in the air could've been cut with a sword—though, in this case, maybe a high-tech laser would be more appropriate. As every second ticked by, their anticipation grew, and you could practically hear the collective holding of breath.

Then Tony's voice sliced through the silence with an air of triumph. "I've got him! Phastos is being held in the lower levels of the facility, in a secure chamber. I'm marking the location on your HUDs now." His words were like a beacon of hope in the middle of a storm.

With the coordinates locked in, the Avengers and the Eternals sprang into action like a well-oiled machine—or maybe like a herd of caffeinated squirrels, depending on how you looked at it. United by their renewed sense of purpose, they charged forward, ready to rescue their missing comrade from the clutches of HYDRA's dastardly grip.

—

With Phastos' location finally nailed down, the Avengers and the Eternals wasted no time in hatching a plan to breach the lower levels of the HYDRA facility. Harry, always one to lead with flair, took point. His magical abilities already at the ready, ready to conjure distractions and disable any security systems in their path. It was like watching a magician at work, only with more life-or-death stakes and fewer rabbits.

The rest of the team, a motley crew of heroes, followed close behind. They moved through the maze-like corridors with the precision of a well-practiced dance troupe, each step echoing with purpose. The facility's humming machinery was their only company, a constant reminder that they were neck-deep in enemy territory.

Tension crackled in the air like static electricity before a storm. Every corner they turned felt like a page in a suspense novel, with the promise of danger lurking just out of sight. But despite the nerve-wracking atmosphere, their resolve remained rock-solid. They pressed on, driven by a single goal: to rescue their captured comrade and put a serious dent in HYDRA's evil plans

—

At long last, the team arrived at the secure chamber where Phastos and his husband were held. The door looked like something out of a bad spy movie—heavily fortified, with enough security measures to make James Bond break a sweat. But Tony, with his tech wizardry, and Harry, with his magical flair, made quick work of it. They disabled the security like they were defusing a high-stakes video game bomb.

When the door swung open, it was like the grand reveal of a blockbuster movie. The Avengers and Eternals stormed in, their presence overwhelming the HYDRA guards in a heartbeat. It was a bit like a superhero flash mob, but with more punching and less dancing.

Phastos and his husband, looking like they'd been through a ringer, stared up with a mix of relief and exhaustion. Sersi wasted no time, wrapping Phastos in a hug that was both fierce and comforting. "We've got you," she murmured, her voice a lifeline in the chaos.

Harry, always the gentleman, helped Phastos' husband to his feet with a reassuring smile. "You're safe now," he said, his tone confident and soothing. It was like the world had finally righted itself, at least for this one moment.

As the team regrouped, Captain America's voice cut through the comms like a drill sergeant rallying the troops. "Everyone, extraction point in five. Let's get out of here."

With Phastos and his husband in tow, the Avengers and Eternals hit the road—or more accurately, retraced their steps through the facility with a renewed sense of urgency. Makkari and Quicksilver zipped around, their speed contest making them look like streaks of lightning. They darted ahead, ensuring their escape route was clear and secure. It was like having two very fast, very enthusiastic security guards, and it made their escape feel a lot less like a race against time and more like a well-choreographed exit.

—

As the team reached the exit, the facility decided to throw a parting gift: a series of explosions that shook the ground like a Hollywood special effect. They practically sprinted to the Quinjet, which was parked like a sleek, high-tech getaway vehicle. Tony, ever the meticulous host, made sure everyone was aboard before giving the thumbs-up to take off.

Inside the Quinjet, Phastos took a moment to soak in the reality of their escape. His eyes were full of gratitude as he looked at his rescuers. "Thank you," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You saved us."

Sersi, never one to shy away from a chance to be awesome, flashed him a warm smile. "We're family," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We take care of each other."

With the Quinjet climbing higher into the sky, the team settled into the familiar hum of the engines. Relief washed over them, but it was mingled with the steely determination that marked their next steps. Their fight against HYDRA wasn't over; it was just getting started. As the Quinjet streaked through the clouds, they knew that whatever came next, they'd face it together.

—

On the Quinjet, Phastos and his husband huddled together, their relief palpable but mixed with an undercurrent of tension. The Avengers and Eternals circled around them, clearly eager for the scoop on their recent ordeal.

Phastos took a deep breath, like he was bracing for a big reveal in a movie. "So, here's the scoop," he began, looking around at the faces of his rescuers. "A few weeks ago, I got a call from someone who claimed to be with SHIELD. They said they needed my help on a top-secret project. I thought, 'Great, this sounds legit.' Spoiler alert: It wasn't."

His husband gave his hand a supportive squeeze, and Phastos continued, "Turns out, the person who contacted me was actually a HYDRA operative in disguise. They told me they needed my expertise to stop a global disaster. But as soon as I started digging in, I noticed they were asking for stuff that only the Eternals should know. Red flags all over the place."

Phastos glanced around at his rescuers, his eyes meeting theirs. "I tried to pull out, but HYDRA was already in full kidnap mode. They took me and my family and threatened us to get their hands on our advanced tech and weapons. It was like something straight out of a bad action flick."

Sersi leaned in, her concern clear. "Did they manage to get anything from you?"

Phastos shook his head, his expression grim. "I gave them as little as possible, stalling for time and hoping for a rescue. But they were on edge, and if you hadn't shown up when you did..." His voice trailed off, thick with unspoken gratitude.

Captain America, ever the comforting leader, placed a reassuring hand on Phastos' shoulder. "You're safe now. And we'll make sure HYDRA pays for this."

Tony, who had been listening with his usual intensity, nodded in agreement. "And we need to make sure whatever information they did manage to get is contained. No more surprises."

Phastos nodded, determination in his eyes. "I'll do whatever it takes to help. HYDRA has to be stopped."

Harry, who had been soaking up the details like a sponge, chimed in. "We'll also need to investigate how they got so much intel on the Eternals and your technology. There might be more we need to uncover."

Phastos' husband, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. His voice was steady but tinged with fear. "We're just grateful you came for us. It feels like we've been given a second chance."

Sersi offered a comforting smile. "We protect our own. And now that you're safe, we can focus on taking down HYDRA once and for all."

As the Quinjet soared into the sky, the team's resolve was clear. They had faced danger and emerged victorious, but the fight against HYDRA was far from over. With Phastos and his husband safe, they were ready to tackle whatever came next with renewed determination.

—

The Quinjet's cabin felt like a pressure cooker finally letting off steam. With the immediate danger behind them, the mood shifted from intense to almost comical. The Avengers and Eternals started to relax, their tension melting away as they prepared for the next chapter in their epic showdown with HYDRA.

Back at Avengers Tower, things were buzzing with frenetic energy. The place was alive with the clamor of people gearing up, brainstorming strategies, and just generally doing their superhero thing. But before everyone dove headlong back into the chaos, Tony Stark had a brilliant (or at least, Tony Stark-like) idea.

"Hey, folks!" Tony announced with a grin that could only be described as 'mischievous genius'. "How about we throw a little shindig to celebrate our victory? We've got the best view in the city and a fully stocked bar. Let's take a breather before we jump back into the fray."

The idea was met with a mixed bag of reactions. Steve Rogers, ever the pragmatist, raised an eyebrow but eventually relented. "A short break might be good for us. But let's not get too sidetracked."

In no time, the team was gathering on one of the Tower's upper floors. Tony had transformed the space into an impromptu party pad. The New York City skyline sparkled like a sea of lights, creating a breathtaking backdrop for their impromptu celebration.

As the team mingled, the stress of the mission seemed to fade, replaced by the buzz of camaraderie and relief. Even in the midst of their superhero lives, moments like these reminded them of the human side of their incredible world. After all, sometimes even the mightiest heroes need a chance to kick back and enjoy the view before jumping back into the battle.

—

Harry and Sersi found a quiet corner of Avengers Tower, away from the whirlwind of post-battle activity. The room was bustling with heroes recounting tales of their latest victory, but for Harry and Sersi, it was a rare moment of peace.

"Thanks for sticking by me through all of this," Sersi said softly, her fingers intertwining with Harry's. "I honestly don't know what I would have done if something had happened to Phastos and his family."

Harry smiled, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, that's what we do. We look out for each other. And I'll always be here for you."

Sersi's gaze softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection. "I know. And it means more than you can imagine."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, shifting from the chaos of recent battles to lighter, more personal topics. Sersi shared anecdotes about her time with the Eternals, her adventures, and her dreams for the future. Harry listened intently, hanging on every word.

"You know," Sersi said with a playful glint in her eye, "I've always thought your dragon form was pretty amazing. Maybe later, you could give me a private showcase of your magical skills."

Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he chuckled. "I think that can be arranged."

Just then, Sprite made her dramatic entrance, popping up out of nowhere with a mischievous grin. "Hey, lovebirds! What are you doing over here? We're about to toast our victory. Come on, join the party!"

Harry and Sersi exchanged amused glances and got to their feet. "Lead the way, Sprite," Harry said with a grin.

When they rejoined the main group, the atmosphere was lively. Thor was enthusiastically recounting epic tales of Asgard to a captivated Kingo, while Wanda and Pietro engaged in a friendly, playful debate with Natasha. Tony was deep in conversation with Phastos, gesturing animatedly about new tech ideas. It was one of those rare moments where even the mightiest heroes could put aside their battles and simply enjoy the company of friends.

—

Steve raised his glass high, commanding the room's attention with a grin. "Here's to Phastos and his family, safe and sound. And to the whole team, for always having each other's backs."

Tony echoed the toast with a clink of his glass. "Cheers to that! Without us, who would save the world on a Tuesday night?"

The room erupted in laughter and clinks of glasses, the kind of camaraderie that only comes after a hard-fought victory. As the night went on, the crowd mingled, joked, and celebrated, but Harry and Sersi found their way back to their cozy corner. They settled in, finding comfort in each other's presence amidst the chaos of victory.

The challenges ahead were still looming large, like dark clouds on the horizon. But right now, with Sersi by his side and the city lights shimmering below, Harry felt a rare sense of calm. For a moment, they could let the worries of tomorrow drift away.

As they talked, laughed, and enjoyed the quiet, the Avengers and Eternals reveled in this rare moment of peace. United by their shared victories and the unbreakable bond of friendship, they faced the future with renewed determination, ready to tackle whatever darkness might come next.

—

As the party roared on inside Avengers Tower, Harry and Sersi snagged a quiet corner on the balcony. The noise from the festivities drifted away, replaced by the soothing hum of the city below. They leaned on the railing, enjoying the cool breeze and the dazzling lights of New York.

Sersi turned to Harry, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Harry," she said with a teasing lilt, "I haven't forgotten about that promise of mine."

Harry arched an eyebrow, a grin playing on his lips. "Oh? What promise are we talking about?"

Sersi took a step closer, her hand resting lightly on his chest. "The one about riding the dragon," she said, her voice playful and slightly suggestive. "You did say you'd give me a thrilling experience."

Harry chuckled, his eyes gleaming with humor. "Did I now? Well, who am I to let a lady down?"

With a flourish worthy of any dramatic hero, Harry stepped back and transformed into his magnificent black and gold dragon form. Sersi's eyes widened in awe, her excitement barely contained. She reached out, her fingers gliding over the sleek, scaled surface.

"You're even more impressive up close," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Harry gave a gentle nudge, inviting her to climb onto his back. Sersi swung up gracefully, settling between his powerful wings. He made sure she was secure before launching into the sky.

Flying was nothing short of exhilarating. Sersi clung to Harry, her laughter mingling with the rush of the wind as they soared above the city. The world below seemed to shrink, leaving just the two of them suspended in the night sky.

They glided over the skyscrapers, the city lights below like a field of twinkling stars. Sersi leaned forward, feeling the strength and majesty of Harry's movements.

"This is incredible!" she called out, her voice filled with pure joy.

Harry responded with a deep, satisfied rumble, his wings beating steadily as they performed a few thrilling loops before descending smoothly back onto the balcony.

As he shifted back into his human form, Sersi dismounted, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration. "That was... unforgettable," she said, breathless from the experience.

Harry took her hand, a satisfied smile on his face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Anything for you, Sersi."

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You're quite something, Harry Potter," she murmured.

"And you're extraordinary, Sersi," he whispered back, wrapping his arms around her.

—

Sersi leaned in, her voice low and teasing. "You know, Harry, after riding the dragon, I'm kind of curious about how you'd handle a different kind of ride," she said with a playful glint in her eye.

Harry's eyebrows shot up, and a grin spread across his face. "You always know how to keep things interesting, Sersi," he replied, his tone light and amused.

Sersi chuckled and playfully nudged him. "I like to keep things fun. Shall we?"

With a mischievous smile, Harry swept Sersi up in his arms. Her laughter echoed through the halls of Avengers Tower as he carried her to his room. They moved with a sense of shared anticipation, their connection electric with every touch and glance.

In Harry's room, the atmosphere was charged with excitement. The soft light from the moon cast gentle shadows, adding to the intimate ambiance. As they came together, their movements were filled with a sense of playful exploration and genuine affection.

Their closeness deepened as they enjoyed the shared intimacy, each moment a testament to their connection. Their laughter and whispers filled the room, blending with the rhythmic dance of their embrace. It was a night of deepening bonds and shared joy, a reminder of the strength and warmth they found in each other.

As they relaxed in each other's arms afterward, the sense of peace and satisfaction was palpable. They had not only shared a moment of passion but had also strengthened their bond, knowing that their connection would continue to grow.

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