The moment Harry transformed into his dragon form, the entire room felt like it had been hit with a cosmic shockwave. His wings unfurled with a gust of wind that could've knocked over a small city block. He soared into the air, a majestic and terrifying gold-and-black blur, like the world's most majestic—and mildly terrifying—helicopter. If this were a movie, there'd be dramatic music playing, but of course, nobody had the time to cue that.
Down below, the HYDRA operatives stared up at him with wide eyes, probably wondering if they'd accidentally wandered into a medieval fantasy fanfiction. "Uh, guys... that's a dragon. That's definitely a dragon," one of them said, but not loud enough to actually do anything about it. They had no backup plan for this. No one does.
Harry gave a wicked grin, his dragon eyes glowing bright, and he swiped his massive claws through a stack of guns. The weapons crumpled like wet paper, sending the operatives into a frenzied panic. "Not really my style, but this'll do," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm as he casually incinerated a few weapons for good measure. The rest of the team was still finishing up their entrance, but Harry wasn't about to let them steal all the spotlight.
Sersi, of course, was already in her element. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Harry in full dragon form, and even though she couldn't physically speak over the battle chaos, her grin was all the encouragement Harry needed. "Is it wrong that I find that hot?" she whispered to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.
Harry, flashing a toothy grin that could've melted the paint off a car, responded with a wink. "Only if you're into fire-breathing, city-wrecking chaos," he called down, flames licking from his lips as he aimed his fiery breath at another HYDRA goon.
Sersi's laughter bubbled through the noise of the fight, the sound of it sparking a ridiculous level of heat between them. "You do know, Harry, that when I said I wanted someone who could set things on fire, I didn't mean literally."
"Maybe I'm just living up to your expectations," Harry replied, his voice playfully teasing as he launched another fireball at a HYDRA agent trying to scramble for cover. The heat from his breath made the room feel like a sauna, which, honestly, only added to the ridiculousness of the situation. Who needed flamethrowers when you had that much firepower at your fingertips?
Meanwhile, the Avengers were doing their part—though Clint didn't look nearly as impressed as the rest of the team. He was trying to pick off HYDRA agents from a distance with that bow of his, grumbling, "Well, I guess someone had to go all 'dragon on us.'"
"I'm just warming up, Barton," Harry called out, turning his head to give Clint a thumbs-up while still keeping his claws firmly wrapped around a destroyed HYDRA turret. "You should try it sometime. Less aim, more fire."
Tony Stark, ever the showman, couldn't help himself. "Well, this is just typical, isn't it? We're all over here, doing our best to save the world, and Harry gets to be the world's most dangerous party trick. Just wait till I get a dragon-sized arc reactor in that thing."
"Noted," Harry responded, puffing out his chest—well, his dragon chest. "But I'm pretty sure the fire's my best feature. Ask Sersi."
"Oh, I definitely will," Sersi answered, flashing Harry a flirtatious grin. "It's the heat I'm after, after all." She wasn't subtle about it, but Harry was loving every second of it. If he had his way, they'd be distracting each other way more often.
Meanwhile, Bruce was trying (and failing) to get a word in. "This... uh, is this a standard Thursday for you guys? Because I feel like we might need a bigger medic kit." His voice was all about trying to remain calm, but his eyes kept darting toward the enormous, fire-breathing dragon rampaging through the warehouse.
Thor, naturally, had no such reservations. "Aha!" he shouted, his hammer crackling with lightning as he joined the fray. "A dragon! Finally, someone who gets it! HYDRA's going to wish they'd stuck to their puny human tricks."
"Maybe stick to their puny tricks and not, I don't know, pick fights with a dragon?" Natasha quipped as she took down a few more operatives with a flick of her wrist.
"Guys, guys!" Tony interrupted, waving his arms dramatically as if he were conducting a symphony. "We've got world-ending villains to stop. Can we save the dragons are cooler than normal humans conversation for later?"
Sersi, laughing, stepped into the fray, her glowing hands sending waves of energy out to stop any would-be attackers before they could even think of getting near Harry. "We'll get to the world-saving part, but I have to admit, this is one fire of a start."
"And there's the pun," Harry said, winking as his dragon claws crushed another wave of HYDRA agents.
"You should know better than to call me out on puns," Sersi replied, raising an eyebrow. "But I guess if you really wanted to impress me, you'd get a little more fire and finesse."
Harry's laughter rumbled through the warehouse. "I mean, the fire's there. The finesse?" He shrugged dramatically as he lit up the last of the HYDRA operatives with a single blast. "Well, let's just say the finesse is eating this entire warehouse."
In that moment, as they stood amid the wreckage, the team shared a look, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. Another day, another disaster averted.
But for Harry and Sersi, the chaos? That was just the beginning.
—
The battle was a blur of fists, fire, and the occasional superhero quip that flew faster than the Hydra operatives could duck. It was chaos, yes, but it was the kind of chaos you'd expect when you bring together a bunch of Avengers, Eternals, and an actual dragon. No big deal.
Speaking of dragons, Harry was out here living his best mythical life, perched above the fray in all his gold-and-black glory. He was like the love child of a fire-breathing lizard and an '80s action movie star—muscles, fire, and a whole lot of destruction. His roar echoed like a thunderclap and sent the Hydra agents into full-on panic mode. They looked like a bunch of mall kids trying to escape a flash mob—only there were no funky dance moves, just pure, unfiltered terror.
Harry swiped a claw across a stack of crates, sending debris flying. The Hydra goons tried to return fire, but their guns were obliterated before they could even pull the trigger. If they weren't so busy running for their lives, they might've noticed that Harry was basically on fire (literally), and this was, without a doubt, a Dragon-Level Bad Day.
"Not bad for a Tuesday," Harry muttered to himself, not even breaking a sweat.
In the middle of all this chaos, Sersi appeared, glowing like she'd stepped straight out of a superhero fashion show. She was taking down Hydra agents like she was slapping away flies—graceful, deadly, and entirely too cool for her own good.
"Looking good, Harry," she said with a wink as she expertly swiped a guy off his feet with a flick of her wrist.
Harry, ever the master of the savage burn, didn't miss a beat. "You know, if you wanted me to show off, you could've just asked. I don't always turn into a dragon for fun." He smirked as he took out a few more Hydra agents with a single swipe of his tail.
Sersi grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I did ask, and you're doing great. But I think after this, we should talk about your 'victory celebration.' You know, with some alone time and maybe a little less destruction?"
Harry's brow raised. "Alone time, huh? You're really gonna leave me hanging, or should I get my hopes up?"
"Only if you're ready to keep up," she shot back, her smile playful and dangerously tempting. There was a tension in the air between them—something that had been brewing all battle long.
Harry let out a low chuckle, his eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and intrigue. "If I wasn't so busy saving the world right now, I'd take you up on that. But—" he turned to swipe at another Hydra goon, "—saving the world comes first. You can thank me later."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the warehouse, the rest of the team was doing their thing—each of them proving why they were the best at what they did.
Tony Stark, in his usual fashion, had his armor in full swing, quipping as he shot lasers at Hydra agents. "Okay, so we're officially fighting a dragon and an alien. Nice of you to join the party, Harry. What's next, Thor? You gonna summon a storm or something?"
Thor, hammer raised and full of thunderous joy, replied, "A storm? Oh, Tony, I'm already the storm!" And, in a flash, he sent a bolt of lightning crashing into a Hydra turret, which exploded in a satisfyingly dramatic fashion.
"Can't let you have all the fun," Natasha Romanoff chimed in, taking down a pair of Hydra goons with some seriously impressive acrobatics. "Though, I have to admit, the dragon thing is kind of new for me."
"You should try it sometime," Clint Barton added, releasing an arrow that exploded on contact with a Hydra vehicle. "You know, less agility, more fire. It's all the rage this season."
Steve Rogers, looking as stoic as ever, was tossing Hydra agents around like they were ragdolls. "I don't know about fire, but I do know that these guys are about to need a new career. Preferably one far away from this warehouse."
Bruce Banner, always the calm one, was in the background, keeping an eye on his team. "I'm just here to help, okay? No Hulk-ing out unless absolutely necessary."
Kingo, ever the showman, struck a pose while dispatching Hydra agents with his cosmic blasts. "I'll admit it, this is way better than my last movie. Who knew real explosions were this much fun?"
Gilgamesh, who looked like he could bench-press a car, was fighting like he was trying to set a personal record for knocking out the most people in one punch. "This is nothing. You should see me when I'm really angry."
Makkari zipped around at lightning speed, collecting weapons, freeing hostages, and leaving Hydra agents utterly confused in her wake. "You guys are slow. Seriously, get it together."
And then, there was Wanda. Wanda Maximoff, who was basically the definition of chaos magic in human form. Every time a Hydra agent thought they were safe, she'd twist their perception of reality, sending them spiraling into confusion and fear. "You'll have a bad day," she muttered to one unlucky guy as she altered his very sense of self.
Meanwhile, Pietro was doing his usual thing—whizzing around and knocking Hydra agents left and right, all while throwing in some playful taunts. "Keep up, you slowpokes! Seriously, this is embarrassing!"
And in the midst of all this, JARVIS, ever the voice of reason, provided logistical support, calmly announcing, "The Hydra base has been thoroughly destabilized. I would advise you all to wrap things up before the local authorities arrive."
Harry smirked, turning to Sersi. "You know, I think we've earned a little time off after this. Maybe we can both cool down in a way that doesn't involve literal flames?"
Sersi's gaze darkened, the playful glint in her eyes replaced by something far more intense. "I like the sound of that. But let's finish this first, Harry. No distractions."
"Deal," he said, the flirtation still hanging in the air as they moved to finish off the last of Hydra's forces.
And with one final, fiery swoop of Harry's dragon form, the last of the operatives scattered like leaves in the wind. The warehouse, once filled with danger, was now quiet—except for the sound of heavy breathing, clattering weapons, and the soft murmur of victory.
As Harry landed beside Sersi, he shot her a grin. "So, about that celebration…"
"Oh, we'll get there," Sersi said with a sly smile. "We just might need a little break first."
Harry's grin widened. Yeah, this was definitely a day to remember.
—
Makkari and Quicksilver were practically vibrating with energy as they tore through the battlefield in what could only be described as a speedster's version of a slapstick comedy. They moved so fast that if you blinked, you'd miss them entirely, and if you didn't blink, well, you might need a new pair of eyes to keep up. They were like two streaks of lightning racing for the title of "Who's the Fastest Superhuman Ever," and honestly, it was the kind of high-speed chaos you didn't know you needed in your life until it was happening right in front of you.
Picture this: Hydra operatives barely had time to raise their guns before Makkari zipped past them, a blur of motion. If the speed of sound were any indication, she'd be a rock star. To her, this battle was just another opportunity to show off her talent for dodging bullets like they were nothing more than annoying gnats. As she zipped through the crowd of stunned Hydra agents, she gave them a cheeky wave. Yeah, you read that right. A wave. She wasn't even trying to hide the fact that she was toying with them.
Pietro, on the other hand, was the complete opposite: pure, unfiltered chaos. His speed was like a controlled explosion of energy, causing mini shockwaves with every step he took. He darted from one end of the battlefield to the other, each time leaving a trail of dust and debris in his wake. And then—because he couldn't resist—he zipped by Makkari, and with the kind of grin that could only be described as mischievous, he stuck his tongue out at her.
Now, the thing with Makkari is this: she's a complete pro at communication without words. She couldn't speak, sure, but she had a whole arsenal of non-verbal moves that would leave any mime in awe. For example, as she watched Quicksilver zip by her for the third time, she raised an eyebrow and threw her hands into an exaggerated shrug, as if to say, "Really? This is what we're doing now?"
Pietro, not catching on to the meaning of her dramatic shoulder movement (he wasn't exactly fluent in Makkari's language of speed, if we're being honest), fired back with a series of his own fast gestures, including a rapid-fire salute that looked more like a hand grenade going off than an actual greeting. His grin was a mile wide.
"You can't catch me, Makkari!" he yelled, his voice somehow managing to cut through the noise of the battle. It was like hearing someone shout while you're on a rollercoaster—quick, but perfectly audible in its own ridiculous way.
Makkari, of course, wasn't about to let him have the last laugh. With a wink and a smirk that only a speedster could pull off, she ducked into a blur of motion so fast it looked like she'd disappeared entirely. Moments later, she zipped past him, swatting him lightly on the back and shooting him a look that could only say, "Who's fast now?"
The entire battlefield came to a halt. Hydra soldiers, who had been bravely (or, more accurately, stupidly) fighting back against a team of superheroes, were now staring at the two speedsters in confusion. They weren't just fighting—they were being completely ignored as Makkari and Quicksilver turned the battlefield into their personal playground. It wasn't a fight anymore. It was more like a high-speed slapstick comedy show with the occasional explosion for dramatic effect.
Pietro spun around, clearly enjoying the chase. "You know, you're fast, but I'm faster!" he shouted, taking a victory lap in the air that made him look like a turbo-charged jet on wheels.
Makkari, not one to be outdone, threw herself into a series of impossibly quick circles around him, just barely missing him every time. The way she glided through the air was like a dancer weaving in and out of an invisible rhythm, her movement a blur of speed and style. She shot him a look—this time, a raised finger to her lips as if to say, "Shh, I'm trying to focus on not letting you win."
Pietro blinked, looking around in exaggerated surprise. "Wait, you're calling me out, aren't you?" he asked, clearly amused. "But hey, I don't need to be fast. I'm just too cool for school."
"Oh, you're cool, alright," Makkari signed with an exaggerated, slow-motion gesture that might've been mocking, but she kept it all in good fun. She didn't need words to make her point. Her grin said it all.
Their back-and-forth continued like this, weaving in and out of the fray. To the casual observer (if anyone could even keep their eyes open long enough to observe), it looked like two blur-powered superheroes trying to outdo each other in an epic game of tag—except there were Hydra agents everywhere, and they were mostly getting knocked over by the shockwaves left behind by these speedsters.
In the midst of all the chaos, there was this beautiful, chaotic camaraderie between them. Even as they were kicking butt, zipping past enemies at a mind-blowing pace, it was clear: these two speedsters didn't just have a shared ability. They had a shared joy in their powers, and even more than that, they shared a bond that was electric.
So, while Hydra operatives got their first real lesson in what it means to be completely and utterly outclassed, Makkari and Quicksilver kept up their banter, throwing each other a wink or a playful gesture whenever they could.
"Catch me if you can!" Makkari signed, tauning Pietro as she zipped by.
Pietro shot her a mock-sulking look. "I'm gonna catch you, Makkari. Just wait."
Yeah, right. If there was one thing they both knew, it was that this race had no finish line. Not now, and certainly not ever.
And just like that, the fight didn't seem so grim anymore. It was a reminder that no matter how dark things got, there was always room for a little speedster hijinks and friendly competition. The real battle was happening all around them, but to Makkari and Pietro, it felt more like a game of who could outdo the other next.
—
The battle was in full swing, and honestly, it was starting to feel like one of those days where even superheroes needed a vacation. Explosions echoed in the distance, the sound of laser fire sliced through the air, and everyone was busy dodging incoming missiles or pretending they didn't have a massive headache from all the chaos. But in the midst of all this chaos, Captain America's voice cracked through the comms like a whip.
"Any intel on Phastos' location?" Steve Rogers demanded, his voice calm, but you could practically hear the tension in his tone. It was like he was trying to stay cool while balancing flaming torches on his head—impressive, but also a little concerning.
Tony's voice came in almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting for the question. "Got it, Cap. Hold on a sec. I'm on it like a tech-geek on a fresh batch of pizza rolls," he said, fingers flying over his keyboard in the most dramatic, slightly excessive way possible. I'm not saying Tony's fingers could play Beethoven, but if he wanted to, he probably could. His brain was wired for high-stakes situations like this.
And let me tell you, if anyone could be the calming voice of reason, it was definitely Tony Stark. He was the best at what he did, and what he did was making everyone feel like they could take on Thanos with nothing but a fork and a spoon.
But then, the moment of silence stretched longer than an awkward family dinner. You could practically hear everyone's collective breath being held, and honestly, it was getting uncomfortable. Natasha was looking like she was about to kick something, Clint was nervously twirling an arrow (which, if you've ever seen Clint do that, is pretty intimidating), and Bruce—well, Bruce looked like he was about to turn green if we didn't get this intel soon.
Then, like a beacon of light cutting through a storm, Tony's voice sliced through the static. "I've got him! Phastos is locked down in a secure chamber, lower levels of the facility. Marking the location on your HUDs now."
The relief in his voice was palpable, like a guy who'd just solved a Rubik's Cube while defusing a bomb. Honestly, it should've been a moment of victory. But you know what? There was no time for celebrations when you were trying to rescue a fellow superhero from HYDRA's clutches.
And, of course, this was where Harry Potter, ahem, I mean Hadrian Stark (though that's a whole other long story involving a certain wizard's lineage) flexed his metaphorical muscles. "Let's make this quick, people," he said, casually checking the time on his watch. "I'd love to wrap this up before dinner. Maybe catch a nice steak afterwards."
"Trying to impress Sersi again, Harry?" Natasha teased, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. You could always tell when Natasha was having fun. She had that little smirk that made you question whether she'd already planned out your doom or just finished solving a murder mystery.
Sersi shot Harry a look. It was the kind of look that made your heart do a little flip—if you had a heart that was still capable of feeling after everything. "Don't be so modest, Harry," she said with a smile that could melt steel. "But if we finish quickly, maybe you can buy me dinner. I do like a man who knows how to get the job done."
The flirtation was thick in the air, like a cloud of pheromones and mutual admiration. Harry shot her a wicked grin. "You drive a hard bargain, but I think I can handle it."
Sersi winked, then turned to face the rest of the team. "I think we should get going. You know, before our charming friend here gets too distracted." Her eyes flicked toward Harry, and for a split second, there was this thing between them. A spark. A heat. Something more than just the obvious attraction. But hey, that's for another time.
Anyway, with that little exchange out of the way, the team sprang into action. It wasn't as much a well-oiled machine as it was a superhero-esque version of a chaotic mob charging into battle. I mean, look at this line-up: Natasha was already leaping into action, pistols drawn, eyes blazing with that determination that said, "Don't mess with me," Clint was loading arrows like it was Tuesday, Thor was probably making a dramatic speech in his head about honor and glory, and Bruce—poor Bruce—was nervously watching them all, ready to Hulk out at any second.
"We'll meet you there," Kingo said, striking a pose like he was auditioning for a Bollywood action movie. "Just leave the bad guys to me! I'll make sure they're too dazzled by my moves to even think about firing a shot."
"Just don't get too carried away with your charm, Kingo," Gilgamesh added, cracking his knuckles. "We don't need you turning this into a talent show."
"You can't stop the show," Kingo quipped back with a wink, clearly having the time of his life.
Meanwhile, Makkari zipped around, setting the pace for everyone, her speed causing mini sonic booms with every step. "I'm going ahead," she shouted over her shoulder, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Try to keep up, guys!"
"Oh, we'll try, Makkari," Pietro said with his usual over-the-top flair. "But I'm pretty sure I've got the lead on this one."
As the Avengers and Eternals made their way toward Phastos' location, Harry felt a familiar thrill running through his veins. Not just from the impending rescue, but from the knowledge that the team was working together, better than ever. As much as he wanted to make some snarky comment, there was something about this group that made him feel... connected. Like a real team.
And hey, maybe it was the heat between him and Sersi, or maybe it was just the rush of adrenaline, but something told him this mission was going to be over faster than anyone expected. They had Phastos to save, and no one—not even HYDRA—was going to stand in their way.
—
The plan was simple—well, simple if you counted "smash down the front door, rescue your captured teammate, and make sure you don't get blown up by HYDRA's security system" as simple. But hey, at least they had a solid location, right?
Harry, of course, was leading the charge. And if you've ever seen a wizard casually strolling through a high-tech, villain-infested facility like he's walking into a coffee shop on a Tuesday, then you know exactly what it looked like. With his magical abilities already humming beneath his skin, Harry had the distinct advantage of being way too good at being a walking, talking distraction.
"You know, guys," Harry said, his voice light and casual despite the fact they were literally infiltrating one of the most dangerous bases on the planet, "If I had a nickel for every time I broke into a HYDRA facility... well, I'd have a lot of nickels."
Sersi gave him an amused look, but her focus was elsewhere. "Well, I'm just glad you didn't bring any rabbits this time, Harry," she teased, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Though, I wouldn't mind if you pulled a rabbit out of a hat and turned it into a bazooka right now."
"Sure, right after I do a backflip and save the day," Harry shot back, eyes glinting with mischief. "But let's be real, I'm a bit more into high-stakes magic than the whole 'animal' routine. I think a well-timed explosion should suffice."
Natasha, never one to be outdone, shot him a look that said she appreciated the humor but wasn't exactly feeling it. "Less talking, more sneaking," she muttered, her body already moving with lethal grace through the hallway. The woman could sneak up on a mouse in a library and still make it look like she was walking a runway.
"I don't know, Natasha," Clint grinned as he slung his bow over his shoulder. "Talking's kind of the fun part. You know, especially when it's Harry doing the talking. No one does sarcasm quite like the guy who talks like he's been reading his own press release."
Harry shot Clint a smirk. "What can I say? I aim to please. Now, if you could aim that bow of yours for once, maybe we'd be out of here sooner."
"Oh, I'm aiming," Clint said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just waiting for the perfect moment to impress everyone with my flawless accuracy. You know, no big deal."
"Clint," Tony chimed in from behind them, his voice full of that usual tech-geek charm, "you've been aiming for the perfect moment since we started this mission. How about we go for 'impressing me by actually hitting something for once' instead?"
"Take it easy, Tony," Clint called back. "I'll hit something when it matters. Just keep me updated on the security cameras."
Bruce, who had been eerily quiet up until this point, raised an eyebrow as the team navigated the maze-like corridors. "This feels like a terrible idea," he muttered under his breath. "Not that I'm ever opposed to fighting evil, but... this is HYDRA. We've seen what happens when they get really serious."
"Yeah, Bruce," Steve said, offering one of his ever-patient, Captain-America-style smiles. "I'm pretty sure they're planning to do something terrible. That's their whole thing, remember? But we're the Avengers and the Eternals. We don't back down."
"You know, Steve," Tony quipped, "that whole 'we're the good guys' bit would be a lot more convincing if we weren't walking into a literal death trap. But hey, it's a good pep talk."
"Pep talk?" Wanda smirked, her eyes lighting up with the playful energy that always made her seem like she could snap her fingers and rearrange reality at will. "I thought we were just here for the Phastos rescue mission. A little less 'team building,' a little more 'mission completion,' don't you think?"
"Agreed," said Kingo, striking a dramatic pose like he was about to announce his next Bollywood movie. "The faster we wrap this up, the quicker I can get back to my latest blockbuster."
"Please tell me you're not making a movie in the middle of a rescue mission," Gilgamesh said, deadpan. He was clearly trying to maintain his usual no-nonsense attitude, but even he couldn't hide the amused glint in his eyes as Kingo winked at him.
Makkari zipped forward, already way ahead of the group, her laughter echoing in the hallways. "If I was making a movie, I'd be way faster than Kingo. Come on, guys, hurry up!" She sent a cheeky wave back as she whizzed around a corner.
Pietro followed Makkari, his own speed making it look like the rest of them were standing still. "Just trying to keep up," he joked. "Can't let the fast one have all the fun."
The team was scattered, moving with a rhythm that only years of training could give them. Every step was deliberate, every action precise, despite the fact that they were surrounded by walls that seemed to echo their every move. The place was built like a maze, with no windows and only the constant hum of machinery to keep them company. The tension in the air could've been cut with a knife, or more accurately, a laser sword, because that's what Tony had on him.
"Alright, Harry," Tony said as they reached an intersection, "give us the green light. Let's shut down the security before it turns into an all-you-can-eat buffet of bad guys."
"Got it," Harry said with a grin. "Hold onto your butts." With a flick of his wrist, the air around them shimmered. Zap! Zap! Boom!
"I love it when he says 'hold onto your butts,'" Natasha whispered to Steve with an amused smile.
Steve raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, keeping an eye on the corridor. He wasn't here to comment on Harry's flair—he was here to get the job done.
"Security's down. We're good to go," Harry said, his tone as nonchalant as if he'd just grabbed a coffee. He took a step forward, leading the charge again.
And just like that, the team moved forward—faster, more focused, ready to rescue Phastos and dismantle whatever evil plan HYDRA was cooking up this time. It was a race against time, but Harry was already three steps ahead—because, let's be real, when you're a wizard and a sarcastic genius with a hint of flirtation in your back pocket, how could you not be?
Now, the real question was: how would they not make it out of this alive? But, of course, that was a story for later.
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