Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"Who are you?"

The sharp demand echoed through the research facility as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stepped forward, his weapon drawn. Standing under the ominous glow of the Cosmic Cube, Loki smirked, exuding arrogance.

"This is a S.H.I.E.L.D. base," the agent continued. "Put down your weapon!"

Around them, the researchers exchanged confused glances, their faces a mix of panic and disbelief. Loki's elaborate green and gold armor, paired with the menacing horned helmet, was unlike anything they had ever seen.

Clint Barton, standing nearby, glanced at Agent Sitwell. A silent exchange passed between them—a flicker of understanding.

"Midgard," Clint muttered under his breath. The term Loki had used confirmed their suspicions. Based on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence, this intruder was likely from Asgard, the mysterious realm tied to the Tesseract's origins and Odin, the so-called God King.

Loki's smirk widened, sensing the tension in the room.

Suddenly—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Gunfire erupted. Sitwell opened fire first, his weapon trained on Loki.

Clint moved stealthily, circling around to flank Loki, his bow ready to strike a decisive blow.

The researchers scattered in chaos, ducking behind consoles and desks to avoid the crossfire. None of them were equipped to handle a battle, let alone one involving a mysterious alien invader.

Nick Fury and Natasha Romanoff, positioned at the room's perimeter, sprang into action. Drawing their sidearms, they aimed for non-lethal zones—Loki's hands, legs, anything to subdue him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The room filled with gunfire.

To their astonishment, the bullets passed through Loki's form as though it were mist, creating ripples of green light. Loki's expression remained smug, his body entirely unscathed.

Clint halted abruptly, his sharp instincts flaring. His eyes darted around the room, scanning for inconsistencies.

"It's an illusion," he muttered, realization dawning. The Loki standing before them was not real.

Just as Clint prepared to reposition, he felt something cold press against his chest. A wave of dread coursed through him, but before he could react, a golden light flashed before his eyes.

Who am I?

The question echoed in Clint's mind, a whirlwind of confusion overwhelming his thoughts.

I'm Agent Clint Barton. Hawkeye. I serve under Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The thought fragmented, shifting.

Who do I serve?

Another wave of golden energy surged through his mind, twisting his reality.

Loki. Loki is my master. He is the future ruler of Midgard.

Within moments, Clint's eyes glazed over, dark mist swirling within them. Clarity returned, but it was not his own. He now saw Loki standing before him, not as an enemy but as his master.

Clint dropped to one knee, bowing his head in submission.

"Master," he murmured.

Loki grinned, placing a hand on Clint's shoulder in approval.

Turning his attention to the room, Loki raised his scepter, releasing an invisible wave of energy. In an instant, multiple illusions of Loki filled the space, each identical to the original.

The researchers and agents looked on in disbelief, unable to discern the real Loki from the phantoms.

Meanwhile, Clint, now fully under Loki's control, raised his bow without hesitation. His first arrow flew straight and true, piercing a nearby agent's throat. Blood poured from the wound as the agent dropped to his knees, clutching his neck in vain.

"Attention! Attention!" Nick Fury bellowed over the chaos. "Hawkeye has turned! Engage with caution! Non-lethal force only!"

Fury dove behind a large piece of equipment, narrowly avoiding an arrow aimed at him.

Natasha mirrored his actions, finding cover while her sharp eyes tracked Clint's movements. She knew he was under some form of mind control—something she had read about in Lockhart's magical texts.

She aimed her gun, targeting Clint's legs.

Loki's voice, amplified by his illusions, echoed through the room.

"People of Midgard, surrender! Your resistance is futile!"

The illusions spoke in unison, their voices creating an eerie harmony.

One by one, the agents closest to Loki began succumbing to his influence. Sitwell's face darkened as thin streams of black mist enveloped him. Moments later, he joined Clint at Loki's side, eyes filled with fanatical loyalty.

Nick Fury grimaced as he reloaded his weapon.

"Enough of this," he muttered, tossing a small grenade-shaped device into the room.

Boom!

A deafening buzz filled the air, accompanied by a shimmering wave that rippled through the space. Loki's illusions flickered, their forms distorting before dissipating entirely.

The real Loki stood revealed, his smirk faltering.

Fury's agents seized the moment, opening fire. Bullets struck Loki's green leather armor, sparking against the magical material. A few grazed his face, drawing thin lines of blood.

Loki's expression twisted with rage.

"You dare harm your king?" he snarled, wiping the blood from his cheek.

Raising his scepter, Loki unleashed its devastating power.

Buzz!

A beam of golden light shot forth, striking a nearby agent. The unfortunate man disintegrated instantly, his body reduced to ash.

"Those who defy me shall perish!" Loki declared, his voice echoing with fury.

The scepter glowed brighter as Loki fired again and again, each beam claiming another life. Agents scrambled for cover, but Loki's wrath was unrelenting.

Behind him, Clint, Sitwell, and Selvig stood motionless, their eyes glazed with unwavering devotion.

Natasha glanced at Fury, her expression grim.

"We can't stay here," she said, pulling a black card from her pocket.

Fury nodded, his face tense. "Do it."

Natasha channeled her remaining magic into the card, activating its teleportation feature. A fiery red portal sprang to life before them.

"Director, they're escaping!" Clint shouted, alerting Loki.

Loki turned, raising his scepter, but it was too late. Natasha and Fury stepped through the portal just as a golden beam of light struck its edge. The portal collapsed with a deafening crack, leaving only a scorched hole in the floor.

Loki's face darkened.

"Prepare the Tesseract," he ordered, walking to the glowing cube. With a touch of his scepter, the artifact's energy surged, forming a swirling dark blue vortex.

Loki stepped through, followed by his controlled minions. The vortex closed behind them, leaving the base eerily silent.

Moments later.

Boom!

The self-destruct system activated, reducing the research base to rubble.

Vientiane World – Teleport Square.

A fiery red portal burst open in the vast square. Natasha and Fury stumbled out, Fury leaning heavily on Natasha for support. His body was burned, but his eyes burned with determination.

A small elf approached, its voice soft and melodic.

"Welcome, guests. How may I assist you?"

Natasha held Fury upright, her face pale but resolute.

"We need Professor Lockhart," Fury rasped. "Immediately."

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