Harry Potter: The Revenant

Tony Stark, sixteen and more used to tinkering with tech than handling family crises, landed at the airport with his usual swagger—but today, his trademark charm was mixed with genuine worry. Spring break had been interrupted by the shocking news of his mother's hospitalization, and while Tony's worry was real, his way of coping was through his trademark quips.

As he stepped out of the terminal, Edwin Jarvis, the Stark family's ever-patient butler, was there to greet him with the sort of calm that Tony both appreciated and envied.

"Master Tony," Jarvis said, his smile as steady as ever. "I'm glad to see you. We should head to the hospital immediately."

Tony, attempting to keep his anxiety at bay with humor, replied, "Ah, the joys of spring break—swapping beach parties for hospital visits. Maybe next year, I'll just have a picnic in the ER."

Jarvis offered a patient smile, fully aware that Tony's jokes were just a mask. "Let's get you there. Your father is expecting you."

The drive to the hospital was a far cry from the carefree spring break Tony had imagined. His usual banter was replaced by a brooding silence as he wrestled with his strained relationship with his father, Howard. Howard's relentless pursuit of Captain America and constant comparisons to Steve Rogers had left Tony feeling like an extra in a story he was desperate to rewrite.

When they arrived at the hospital, the sterile environment was a stark contrast to Tony's imagined vacation paradise. Jarvis guided him through the busy corridors to the ICU, where Maria Stark was being treated.

Howard Stark, usually a paragon of unshakable strength, now looked exhausted and worn. He stood by Maria's bedside, his usually confident demeanor cracked by worry. The sight of his mother, frail and unconscious, was a heavy reminder of life's fragility.

Tony took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself before approaching his father. His trademark bravado was dimmed but still present. "Hey, Dad," he said, his voice a mix of sarcasm and genuine concern. "Looks like I'm just in time for the family drama. How's Mom holding up?"

Howard turned, his face reflecting a mix of surprise and relief. "Tony," he said, his voice rough with concern. "I didn't expect you back so soon. I thought you were enjoying yourself."

Tony shrugged, trying to keep things light despite the seriousness of the situation. "Well, when the family emergency is this epic, you kind of have to press pause on the fun. Plus, I didn't want to add another lecture about how I'm not as reliable as Steve Rogers to my list."

Howard's stern expression softened, though the worry for Maria was still evident. "The doctors are doing everything they can. It's been a tough few days, but she's hanging in there."

Tony's gaze shifted to his mother's still form. His usual wit faded as he took in the gravity of the situation. "I'm sure they're doing their best," he said quietly. "I just hope it's enough."

Jarvis, having given them some space, approached and placed a comforting hand on Tony's shoulder. His warmth was a stark contrast to the cold hospital setting.

As they waited for news, the tension in the room was palpable. Tony and Howard, despite their long-standing estrangement, found themselves united by their shared concern for Maria. The hospital room, filled with beeping monitors and hushed conversations, became a place where old conflicts were put aside in favor of focusing on the immediate need to support Maria. Tony's usual jokes gave way to a heartfelt, if guarded, show of support for his mother and father, as they clung to the hope of her recovery, with Jarvis quietly bridging the gap between them.

---

In the dimly lit recovery room, Natasha Romanoff stood guard like a vigilant sentinel beside the bed of Harry Potter. The scene before her was nothing short of extraordinary: Harry lay unconscious, his body a blend of raw power and adolescent vulnerability, the aftermath of the intense Super Soldier Serum procedure. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, a testament to the grueling transformation he had endured.

Natasha, despite her usual composure, found herself momentarily spellbound by Harry's new form. The eighteen-year-old version of Harry was a far cry from the five-year-old boy she had come to see as a younger brother. The striking contrast between his muscular frame and the innocent child she remembered was jarring, stirring feelings she wasn't quite prepared for.

The door slid open with a soft whoosh, and in strode Gellert Grindelwald, his presence commanding immediate attention. Natasha straightened, her expression a blend of concern and determination.

"How's he holding up?" Grindelwald asked, his voice a mixture of genuine worry and controlled authority as he approached the bed.

Natasha's gaze lingered on Harry's still form. "He's been out for hours. The procedure was intense—he's handling the transformation, but it's really taken a toll on him."

Grindelwald nodded, studying Harry with a thoughtful expression. "The strain is expected. We need to ensure he recovers fully before we move forward with our plans."

Natasha's concern deepened. "And the Winter Soldier? His loyalty to Hydra could throw a wrench into our plans."

Grindelwald's lips curled into a subtle smile. "I'm aware of the complications. I've been working on a strategy to sway the Winter Soldier to our side. It's a delicate maneuver, but I'm confident we can pull it off."

Natasha's skepticism was clear. "And what's the plan? We can't afford any mistakes."

Grindelwald's eyes were steely with resolve. "The Winter Soldier's memories aren't as buried as Hydra might think. I'm laying the groundwork to awaken fragments of his old self and align him with our goals. It's a careful process, but it's doable."

Natasha nodded, though her worry remained. "And Harry? We need to ensure his safety and prepare for the escape."

Grindelwald's tone grew serious. "First, we stabilize Harry and get him ready for the next phase. Once he's recovered, we execute the escape plan. We need to act quickly—the longer we stay, the greater the risk."

Natasha's resolve hardened as she focused on Harry. "Got it. I'll keep a close eye on him and make sure he's prepared."

Grindelwald gave her a reassuring nod. "We're in this together, Natasha. With careful planning and teamwork, we'll achieve our goals."

As Grindelwald left to continue his strategic preparations, Natasha remained by Harry's side. Her thoughts swirled with the gravity of their situation and the unexpected emotions stirred by Harry's transformed appearance. The road ahead was fraught with danger, but Natasha steeled herself for the challenges to come, her resolve unwavering despite the complex feelings Harry's new form had ignited within her.

—

In Hydra's shadowy lab—picture the kind of place where you'd expect mad scientists to hang out, complete with bubbling beakers and sinister machines—a monumental experiment was about to go down. Our hero, Harry Potter, fresh from his Super Soldier Serum transformation, was lying on an operating table. Imagine a mix between a high-tech magic show and a horror movie set, with Harry as the main act.

Whitehall, the guy in charge, looked like he was planning something devious. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice dripping with a creepy sort of glee, "the Super Soldier Serum has done its job. But this is just Act One. We need to take 'Der Winterzauberer' to the next level!"

Standing next to him was Dr. Arnim Zola, a guy who probably spent too much time in his lab. Zola held up a vial of weird glowing stuff, his eyes shining with excitement. "The next phase involves adding a little something extra—genetic material that will give Harry regenerative and aggressive traits. Think of it like a superhero smoothie."

Whitehall's eyebrows shot up. "Are you sure this will go smoothly? No hiccups?"

Zola grinned. "Absolutely! This stuff will make Harry stronger, faster, and nearly invincible. And since he's still out cold from the first procedure, he won't even feel it."

Yeah, right. Easy for them to say.

With the flick of a switch, Zola injected the serum into Harry. The lab was as quiet as a tomb, everyone watching as the serum mixed with Harry's blood. Suddenly, Harry's body jerked like he'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. His muscles tensed, and his back arched off the table. If he'd been awake, he probably would've had a few choice words for them.

As the serum did its work, Harry began to change. Bone claws burst out from his knuckles with a sound like a snapping tree branch. His hair, usually a tangled mess of black, started looking wild and spiky, giving him a more rugged appearance. His face became sharper, more intense—a mix of his usual boyish charm and something far more fierce.

But wait, there's more! Now came the Vibranium treatment. If you don't know Vibranium, it's like the Swiss Army knife of metals—light, strong, and nearly indestructible. Perfect for enhancing Harry's skeleton. The Vibranium was heated until it glowed like molten lava, and Harry was carefully lowered into a tank of ice-cold water. Talk about a shock to the system!

Robotic arms with creepy, precise needles moved in, ready to inject the molten metal into Harry's bones. The needles pierced his skin, and the Vibranium flowed in, searing its way through his body. It was like watching a firework show gone wrong, with sparks flying and steam hissing as the metal fused with his skeleton.

Harry's body twitched and shuddered, his mouth open in a silent scream. His veins stood out like blue ropes beneath his skin, and his muscles spasmed as the Vibranium spread. The whole lab smelled like burnt toast and melted plastic, and the sound of grinding metal filled the air.

Finally, the last of the Vibranium settled into place, and the robotic arms retracted. Harry was lifted out of the tank, his body steaming and glowing with the aftermath of the procedure. He looked like a superhero fresh out of a comic book, his skeleton now a shining network of metal and bone.

The lab fell silent as everyone stared at Harry, their faces a mix of awe and fear. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had just become a lot more than a magical prodigy. He was now a powerhouse, a blend of mystical energy and technological marvel.

With his new Vibranium-coated skeleton and enhanced abilities, Harry was ready to face whatever Hydra had planned next. One thing was for sure—this was just the beginning of an epic adventure.

---

In the dimly lit confines of his room, Gellert Grindelwald was practically bouncing off the walls. He paced back and forth like a caged lion, the kind that's just been told it has to go vegan. His usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be found. Instead, a storm of fury had taken over, crackling through the air like static electricity. Hydra's recent "upgrades" on young Harry Potter—injecting him with some freaky Weapon X DNA and slapping Vibranium onto his bones—had left Grindelwald fuming. It was like a bad sci-fi movie, except it was happening right before his eyes, and it was far from entertaining.

Grindelwald stopped pacing, his fists clenched so tight you'd think he was trying to squeeze diamonds out of coal. His eyes blazed with a mix of frustration and sheer determination. He knew that acting on his impulse to blast Hydra's lab into smithereens wouldn't be the smartest move. Nope, he had to stay cool, stay sharp, and keep his eye on the prize: getting Harry out of Hydra's clutches before they turned him into a superhero smoothie.

He turned to his desk, which looked like it had been hit by a tornado of maps, documents, and scribbled plans. It was a mess, but it was his mess. And somewhere in that chaos was the key to saving Harry. Grindelwald's brain went into overdrive, racing through every possible strategy and alliance. His plan needed the help of Natasha Romanoff and the Winter Soldier. Talk about a motley crew. Navigating their loyalties was like trying to juggle flaming swords while riding a unicycle. Not impossible, but definitely tricky.

As he pored over the details of his escape plan, Grindelwald's resolve hardened like a diamond under pressure. Sure, Hydra's methods were as twisted as a pretzel at a carnival, and the pain Harry was going through was enough to make anyone's blood boil. But Grindelwald channeled his anger into a laser-focused determination. He was like a chess master, plotting each move with surgical precision, making sure every piece was exactly where it needed to be.

Patience and precision were his magic words. One wrong move, and Hydra would be onto them faster than you could say "Avada Kedavra." Grindelwald knew he had to play his cards right. The stakes were as high as Mount Everest, and one slip-up could send their entire plan tumbling down like a house of cards. But Grindelwald was no stranger to high-stakes games. With his cunning and resolve, he was ready to take on Hydra and turn the tide in their favor.

For now, he took a deep breath, steeled himself, and went back to plotting his next move. The game was on, and Grindelwald was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. With a smirk on his face and a plan in his head, he knew that the rescue mission was just the beginning of an epic adventure.

—

Harry woke up feeling as though he'd been pushed down the staircase by Dudley, but a million times worse. Everything seemed to weigh a ton, and his head felt like it was full of fog. As he tried to shake off the strange sensation, he realized something was off. Really off. Like he'd eaten something he shouldn't have, except this time it felt like his whole body had swallowed an anchor.

His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a dimly lit room that looked like it belonged in one of Uncle Vernon's science fiction movies. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, Harry noticed a weird, itchy feeling between his knuckles. It was like the time Dudley shoved nettles in his hands, but worse. Much worse.

As Harry raised his hands to look at them, something strange happened. With a loud, metallic snikt—a sound that made his whole body tense up—three long, shiny claws popped out from between each of his knuckles. Harry's eyes widened, his heart pounding like it was trying to jump out of his chest.

"Whoa!" he gasped, staring at the claws in horror. They looked like they belonged to a monster, or one of the meaner creatures in the stories Aunt Petunia used to read Dudley to scare him.

He tried to wiggle his fingers, hoping to make the claws disappear, but nothing happened. "Go back in, go back in!" he whispered frantically. As if listening to his plea, the claws retracted with another snikt, leaving his hands looking like normal again.

Harry let out a shaky breath. This was way weirder than anything he'd ever experienced before. "What did they do to me?" he muttered, glancing around the room for any clues or answers. His mind was a whirl of confusion and fear, mixed with the stubborn determination of a five-year-old who'd had enough of grown-ups messing with him.

Flexing his hands again, Harry winced as the claws shot out once more. "Okay, this is kind of cool," he admitted, his curiosity getting the better of him. He retracted them and extended them a few more times, each snikt bringing a mix of awe and terror.

Looking around the lab, Harry knew he had to find a way out of there. He didn't fully understand what Hydra had done to him, but he knew one thing for sure: he wasn't going to let them turn him into a weapon. He might be stuck in the body of a tall, muscular teenager, but deep down, he was still just a kid.

Harry took a deep breath, his heart still racing. "Time to be brave," he told himself, trying to sound more confident than he felt. With claws ready, he prepared to make his escape, determined to find his way back to the world he belonged in.

—

In the heart of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, where the labs were as high-tech as they were secretive, Peggy Carter stood in front of a secure containment unit. Inside was the last remaining dose of Howard Stark's Super Soldier Serum—a vial that felt heavier than any pile of gold. This serum was their trump card against Hydra, and Peggy knew that making the call to use it wasn't going to be a walk in the park.

Howard Stark stormed in, his usual swagger replaced by a rare look of worry. "Peggy," he said, voice low and serious, "are you absolutely sure you want to do this? There are other ways to fight Hydra."

Peggy turned, eyes sharp as a blade. "Howard, the stakes are sky-high. Hydra's got their hands on a serum of their own. If we don't level the playing field, we're toast."

Howard's face was a study in conflict. "I get it, but this serum is no magic potion. It transforms you—physically and mentally. You're already one of our best agents. Adding this serum... it's risky. We've seen what it did to Erskine's other subjects before Steve."

Peggy took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I know the risks. But we're out of options. Hydra's threat is massive, and if they make super soldiers, we'll be facing an army we can't beat. We need every edge we can get."

Howard rubbed his temples, a sign of his internal battle. He approached the containment unit, fingers hovering over the release mechanism. "I just... don't want to see you get hurt, Peggy. This serum is unpredictable. Even with all the prep work, it's a gamble."

Peggy stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. "I appreciate your concern. But I've faced danger before, and I'm ready to face it again. We need to act fast. Please, Howard. No more debates."

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Howard finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. He activated the containment unit and carefully withdrew the serum. His gaze met Peggy's, and they shared a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. "Just promise me you'll come back in one piece," he said, preparing the syringe.

Peggy smiled, the warmth of her resolve unmistakable. "I promise."

Howard drew the serum into the syringe and approached Peggy. His hands were steady, but his eyes showed the depth of his worry. He carefully administered the injection. Peggy winced slightly as the needle pierced her skin. Almost instantly, she felt a rush of energy flood through her, like she'd just taken a direct hit of pure vitality. Her muscles tensed and grew more defined, her posture straightened with newfound strength.

As the transformation settled, Peggy glanced at her reflection in the lab's mirror. The figure that stared back was like a blast from the past—youthful, strong, and commanding, as though she'd stepped out of a time machine and into her prime.

Howard stepped back, his awe barely concealed. "Well, that's impressive," he said, trying to mask his concern. "How do you feel?"

Peggy flexed her hands, marveling at the sheer power she now felt. "I feel... ready," she replied, her voice steady and confident. "Ready to take on whatever Hydra throws at us."

Howard nodded, still processing the transformation. "This changes everything. We now have a fighting chance, but we need to stay smart. Hydra will definitely notice what we've done."

Peggy turned to face him fully, eyes steely with resolve. "I understand. We need to move quickly. With this new edge, I can lead our teams more effectively. We'll hit Hydra hard and fast before they can retaliate."

Howard managed a smile, tinged with sadness. "You've always been the best, Peggy. Just... be careful out there."

Peggy nodded, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I will. And Howard, thank you. For everything."

As they geared up to brief the rest of S.H.I.E.L.D., the air was electric with anticipation. Peggy Carter, now invigorated with the serum, felt a powerful sense of purpose. With Howard's backing and her own unbreakable resolve, she was ready to take the fight to Hydra. The battle was far from over, but with her newfound strength, Peggy was determined to turn the tide in their favor.

—

In the dimly lit corners of Hydra's labyrinthine base, Gellert Grindelwald was a whirlwind of strategizing and simmering frustration. Learning that the Winter Soldier was actually Bucky Barnes—Steve Rogers' old buddy and a key player in the Howling Commandos—was a mixed blessing. It gave Grindelwald a unique edge: Bucky's fractured memories could be the crack in Hydra's armor that he needed. But cracking open a mind that had been ruthlessly brainwashed for decades was no easy feat.

Grindelwald had taken a mental dive into Bucky's brain using Legilimency. What he saw was like diving into a stormy sea of disjointed images: Bucky's days with Steve Rogers, his WWII escapades, all buried under Hydra's relentless brainwashing. The memories were there, flickering like stubborn embers waiting for a spark. But Hydra's mental chains were strong, and breaking through them was going to be a challenge.

Merely unlocking Bucky's memories wouldn't cut it. The Winter Soldier's conditioning was like a mental straitjacket—one that needed more than just brute force to untangle. It required a jolt of raw emotion, something explosive enough to shatter the mental chains. Grindelwald had his eyes on the perfect candidate for this: Peggy Carter.

Peggy wasn't just another name from the past. She was a living link to Bucky's life before Hydra hijacked it. As a former liaison for the Howling Commandos and the girlfriend of Captain America, Peggy had been part of Bucky's pre-Hydra world. Grindelwald figured that seeing Peggy again might stir some powerful emotions in Bucky, potentially shaking loose his hidden memories. But getting to Peggy? That was a whole different can of worms.

As Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Peggy was under constant watch. Any direct approach could easily be intercepted by Hydra's surveillance network. Grindelwald knew Hydra's agents were sharp, and any hint of his plan could blow their cover. So, he had to be as sneaky as a cat burglar on a caffeine high.

Enter the intermediary—a wizard with connections to S.H.I.E.L.D. but who flew under Hydra's radar. This magical messenger was tasked with delivering a sealed, enchanted letter that only Peggy could open. The letter was designed to be cryptic but clear enough to convey the urgency: Bucky Barnes' true identity, the struggles with his conditioning, and the crucial role Peggy could play in waking him up. Grindelwald kept his own role and the details of Harry's escape under wraps, focusing solely on Bucky.

After briefing the intermediary and making sure they understood the gravity of the task, Grindelwald watched as the messenger vanished into the shadows. His stomach was a knot of anticipation and anxiety. Peggy's response was crucial; if her old bond with Bucky was strong enough, it might just crack the mental shackles that bound him. If they succeeded, Bucky would not only become an ally but also help them safeguard Harry and execute their escape plan.

In the days that followed, Grindelwald kept a close eye on everything, waiting for any sign from Peggy or a hint that the plan was rolling into action. Every detail had to be perfect. The stakes were sky-high, and the plan had to be executed with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Grindelwald was ready for anything—sacrifices, risks, you name it. His resolve was as solid as granite. He was determined to see their mission through, no matter what.

—

In the quiet early morning, Peggy Carter, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was savoring her usual routine—sipping coffee and preparing for another busy day. The tranquility was abruptly broken by a quiet knock on the door. Peggy, ever cautious, approached with a wary eye. Opening the door, she found a small, elegantly sealed envelope resting on her doorstep.

The envelope was made of high-quality paper and bore an intricate seal that suggested it was from someone with significant resources or knowledge. Peggy's instincts told her this was no ordinary message. She carefully broke the seal and unfolded the letter inside.

The letter was written in a neat, precise hand, and its tone was both formal and cryptic:

Director Carter,

You do not know me, but I have been following your work with great respect. Your dedication to S.H.I.E.L.D. and your leadership are well known. I write to you today with urgent information about Hydra, the organization that you are all too familiar with.

Hydra has recently obtained a sample of the Super Soldier Serum—a theft that may ring familiar to you. Their intentions with this Serum are far from benevolent. I have crucial details about their plans and a way to counteract them. Additionally, there is someone whose well-being is at risk, and your involvement could be crucial.

For reasons I cannot disclose here, it is imperative that we meet in person. I propose a meeting at the old Pier 47 warehouse tonight at 10 PM. This location should offer the privacy and security needed for our discussion.

Please understand the gravity of this situation and the need for discretion. Come alone.

A concerned ally.

Peggy examined the letter, her mind racing with the implications. Hydra's acquisition of the Serum was a serious threat, but the letter's mention of an unspecified individual and the urgency of the situation piqued her curiosity and concern. The letter's anonymity and the need for secrecy added layers of complexity to the matter.

She considered the possible motivations behind the letter. While the mention of the Serum suggested a potential crisis, the reference to someone at risk was equally troubling. It was clear that the letter's author knew significant details about Hydra's plans and had a specific reason for reaching out to her.

Peggy's strategic mind quickly assessed the risks. Pier 47, a rundown warehouse district, was a perfect place for a secret meeting but also a prime spot for an ambush. The request to come alone was a classic tactic for isolating a target, but the threat posed by Hydra and the Serum made it necessary to consider the meeting seriously.

She decided to take precautions. First, she would inform Howard Stark and a small, trusted team within S.H.I.E.L.D. about the letter and her plan. While she intended to attend the meeting alone, she would ensure that her team was ready to act if needed. Peggy would also carry a concealed communication device, standard for covert operations, to signal for help if the situation turned dangerous.

Peggy planned her approach carefully. She would arrive early at the warehouse to scout the area, establish escape routes, and set up potential cover. Her training and experience had prepared her for such scenarios, but the unknowns still left her on edge. The letter's vague references and the sender's anonymity hinted at deeper layers of intrigue and potential danger.

As the day progressed, Peggy reflected on the state of the world. Hydra's resurgence and the mysterious nature of the letter reminded her that the past could still cast long shadows over the present. The stakes were high, and the need to protect both her team and the broader world was paramount.

By evening, Peggy was ready. Dressed in attire suited for both negotiation and combat, she was mentally and physically prepared for whatever the night at Pier 47 might bring. The weight of the letter's secrets and the potential risks were heavy, but Peggy Carter was determined to face the challenge head-on, ready to uncover the truth and confront Hydra's schemes.

—

In the cold, sterile lab of Hydra, five-year-old Harry was stuck in the body of a very tall, very muscular eighteen-year-old. Imagine a kindergartner in a pro wrestler's costume—that's basically what it felt like. The confusion and fear swirling inside him were just as overwhelming as the physical and mental strain of Hydra's procedures.

Gellert Grindelwald, who had been a steady presence through it all, stepped into the room. His usual stoic demeanor was replaced by an expression of weary concern. Kneeling beside the little boy in the oversized body, he said softly, "Harry, how are you holding up?"

Harry looked up, his small face a mix of fear and fierce determination. "It hurts," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But... there's something I need to tell you."

Gellert's curiosity was piqued. "What is it, Harry?"

Taking a deep breath, Harry gathered his thoughts. "Every time they hurt me, every time they test my healing, I can feel my magic getting stronger. It's like... every wound makes my core more powerful. You taught me how to sense my core, and now I can feel it growing. Even just moving around makes me a bit stronger."

Gellert's eyes widened with interest. "That's quite something. It must be the Vibranium. It's known for absorbing energy, and it seems like it's feeding that energy to your magical core."

Harry nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and worry. "But I don't know how much more I can take."

Gellert placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm so sorry for what you're going through. I promise, Harry, I will get you out of here. Soon."

Harry gave a brave little smile. "I believe you, Gellert."

After leaving Harry, Gellert returned to his quarters, his mind racing with urgency. The experiments and torture were not only cruel but unsustainable. He needed to act quickly. With a flick of his wand, he created a homunculus—a life-like copy of himself. The homunculus, looking exactly like the real Gellert, lay on the bed, making it look like he was resting.

Gellert then used a disillusionment charm to slip out of the room, moving silently through the Hydra facility's maze-like corridors. He had a crucial meeting with Peggy Carter, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who might hold the key to their escape.

As he navigated the winding hallways, Gellert's mind was focused on the upcoming conversation. He had to convince Peggy to help without revealing too much, risking their plan. Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, was a significant part of this. If he could help rekindle Bucky's memories, they might gain a powerful ally.

Arriving at the rendezvous point, Gellert paused to make sure he wasn't being followed. Once satisfied, he slipped out of the Hydra facility, determined to make the meeting with Peggy Carter count. The stakes were high, and failure wasn't an option. For Harry's sake and to strike a major blow against Hydra, Gellert knew he had to succeed.

---

Peggy Carter sat behind her desk in her sleek S.H.I.E.L.D. office, her fingers nervously toying with the edge of a mysterious letter. The letter's contents were as cryptic as a riddle from a sphinx, hinting at vital information about Hydra and a stolen Super Soldier Serum that had once belonged to Howard Stark. It also asked for a meeting at a neutral location, promising answers but shrouded in secrecy. Peggy's gut told her this was a chance she couldn't afford to ignore, no matter how risky.

The letter's enigmatic nature was both intriguing and unsettling. Peggy had tackled numerous threats over the years, but this felt different—more personal. The mention of the Serum and Hydra's schemes struck a nerve, especially given the recent chaos and Howard Stark's involvement.

Just as she was mulling over her next move, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Howard Stark burst in, his face a mixture of frustration and stubborn determination. "Peggy, you can't seriously be considering going to this meeting alone. It's way too dangerous."

Peggy met Howard's concerned gaze with a steely look of her own. "Howard, if there's a chance to get the information we need about Hydra's plans and maybe even stop them, we have to take it."

Howard ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. "I get that, but this could be a trap. I don't want you walking into it alone."

Peggy offered him a reassuring smile, touched by his concern. "I'll be careful, I promise. But the Serum is crucial, and stopping Hydra is even more so."

Howard sighed, seeing the resolve in her eyes. "Fine. But I'm coming with you. We'll face whatever's out there together."

With that, Peggy and Howard prepared to face the unknown, knowing they were up against a dangerous game of shadows and secrets.

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