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White Tiger
Updates: I do have this plotted but I bounce between many stories because I'm a neurotic artist, my life enjoys setting itself on fire, and I am partial to the responses of reviewers. Thank you, Nauze! Also, the title is subject to change.
Central Heroes: Harry Potter, Peter Parker, Michele Jones, and Natasha Romanoff (Tony Stark and Dr. Strange are around a lot too, but not typically their POV).
Main Villains: Loki, Kaecilius, and Hella (Almost never their POV, no you don't deserve to understand their motives until the MCs do).
A Prologue
Lily Evans Potter had made a lot of mistakes in her life. Harry wasn't one of them, and she could only hope that the ritual she had invoked on, calling on the power of gods and the most ancient of magics wouldn't backfire on her, on Harry.
But of course it had, it was ancient magic. She had given up her magic to place a protection on her son that would protect, that would kill the monster who tried to kill her baby.
Only Lily Potter didn't live long enough to see it for herself. Perhaps she should have stood aside, perhaps she should have trusted that she had performed the ritual correctly, her magic was gone after all, but she couldn't do that. She would do anything for her son, she would beg the murder of her husband for mercy, and she would die for Harry, or she would try to.
How was she to know that once invoked, her death would create a second bargain of sorts?
Though Lily did die that night, her memories, her being, lived on worlds away, her face recognisable, the hue of her hair, but everything else…
When Natasha Romanoff woke, having completed her training, having healed abnormally fast from her invasive surgery, she remembered that other life, that other world of magic and darkness, of the son she had left behind, but nothing she remembered had any base in reality.
Another horror of the Red Room, or impossible dream, or- Natasha never had an explanation. She only remembered losing everything, of doing as she was told fighting for a cause she was told to believe in. Until she met Clint Barton, until she pulled back into the light, showing the red she had soaked the ledger in.
Lily Potter would have been horrified, she was that part of Natasha Romanoff that was horrified, who wanted to be a hero, a true Gryffindor, a-
She would try, never stop trying to make up for the things she had done, for allowing herself to be a weapon without morality.
But even in the light, Natasha never saw the magic she remembered, never felt its kin, not even in the numerous aliens she had encountered. Still, an illogical part of her survived, unexplainable, unprovable, entirely baseless but for the memories of home that haunted her dreams, but Natasha Romanoff still believed.
She believed that somewhere in the cosmos, her son, Harry Potter, still lived.
The rest of chapter is it's own fic