Chapter 17

                                    

                                          
"Gods I am so bored!" said Harry a week after Matt dealt with Kingpin.
"Why don't you modify your suits like Tony did in his free time?" asked Gabriel. Harry often bounced ideas off the AI, mostly because he liked the spirit's wit.
"Because the only suit I have is the Ouroboros suit and I happen to like it the way it is."
"So why not make your own with Tony's help? I mean it never hurts to have a spare and it's not like you cant afford to have more than one."
Harry was about to say why, then realized he literally had nothing better to do. Gabriel was already looking for Blade, picking up the subtle hints of his passing, so that was out. Fury had threatened to hang him from the helicarrier if he didn't get lost. Tony was busy with Pepper. Thor was off doing his thing in Asgard. Matt was out looking for Elektra with some help from Harry's bank account. And Natasha was off on assignment, and he had been asked not to interrupt until she got home.
"Oh what the Helheim...why not?"
And so Harry spent the next two weeks modifying the Ouroboros suit, as he called it.
Tony had been surprised, but when he found out the cause he had been all for it. Harry waved him off, mostly because this was to kill time and not die of boredom like he nearly did on Asgard.
At least on Midgard he got actual encouragement and help, not to mention an appropriate audience from Tony who was thrilled to help Harry with his project. If only because he was bored too.
After three weeks, Harry finally got a hit on Blade.
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Blade was more than a bit loopy as he was chained to the steel chair with his arms bent behind his back. Whistler was dead, he knew that in his heart. Damn vampires.
As the FBI tried to interrogate him, believing his serum to be some new form of drug to explain his strength and delusions, they were interrupted without warning by a man he didn't recognize.
"Sorry gents, I'll have to cut this interview short."
"Who the hell are you?"
"His lawyer."
Seeing the incredulous disbelief in their eyes that Blade actually had legal representation, their reactions quickly turned to outright anger when the mystery man showed them a document that forced them to release Blade into his custody. Blade observed their reactions, and from what he could tell this was either the biggest bluff he had ever seen in his life, or something was up.
Blade was led out of the building in handcuffs to an unmarked black car. The one driving it looked rather uncomfortable in his cheap suit, as did the one who sat next to him to keep him under control. It wasn't until they were a few blocks away when the blond man snapped the cuffs off him, and the mystery lawyer handed him what was clearly his serum.
Blade's disorientation and the drugs started to break down with the serum in his blood again. Once he could think straight, the first thing he had to ask was... "Who the hell are you?"
The lawyer chuckled.
"My name, Eric Whistler, is Harry Potter. You might have heard of me after I started working as the go-to person to keep superheroes out of jail." 
"My name is Blade."
"Your alias is Blade, yes, but I've been tracking you for some time. You have no idea how irritating it is to locate someone as elusive as you are. And before you try to deny it, everyone who's heard of you knows that Whistler adopted you when you were thirteen. Legally your real name is Whistler."