Shadow of Time

Chapter Nine

A large crowd of journalists gathered in front of her residence, people from all around the world, and the pair walked out, Little Mag on Buckys' hip. Her dark curls matched Hadrians o so slightly, and her blue eyes were full of curiosity and confusion, as she saw the faint shadows of her dear Daddys Magic engulfed her and her Papa protectively, and they reached the stage, where Papa Bucky sat down on a stool, turning Mag onto his lap so she was able to watch her daddy just like papa did.
Hadrian winked towards the two of them, soothing the Soldiers Nervousness, then turned around towards the mass of greedy hyenas that called themselves journalists and showed his enchanting Pokerface.
"Good Noon, my dear guests from all over the globe." The large group was within a second silenced, starring at the Man that had healed cancer, and his emerald eyes twinkled as he continued. "I am pleased to see you all today and welcome you into my modest home. As you most likely already know, My Name is Hadrian James Potter, I am your Host today. This lovely little Princess there is my Daughter, Margaret Lilly Barnes, sitting on the Lap of my sweetheart James Buchanan Barnes, also known as the world's most feared Assasin and Hitman Wintersoldier.
How this all happened, and how I created the Cure, will be revealed today.
You can ask your questions now, however, one by one. Interruptions are not permitted. Yes?"
"I am Eddie Brock from Daily Globe, like most here, a Reporter. There is a rumor, that you are inhuman, a Mutant or Alien. What do you have to say to that?" asked the man whose hand had shot up first, clothed in hoody and jeans, and Hadrian could not help himself, but instantly like him.
"Ah, yes. That rumor..." trailed Hadrian off, making a dramatic pause." It is true.
I am not from the World you know."
Shocked murmuring went through the round, and Harry smiled to his lover as the next reporter asked his question, in a rude way.
"So, what are you? Will you become a danger for Humanity? And, James Buchanan Barnes, like the fallen Comrade of Captain America, the Wintersoldier? Gay? Do you think, two men are capable of raising a child, a girl on top of that?"
Hadrian stiffed, gulping down his rising anger, and smiled at the man with a dangerous glint in the Eye. "I, my dear nameless Reporter, am a Mors'Wiccan, a Humanoid Being from a world similar to yours. I had chosen your realm to become the home of my family millennia ago and made myself a name as a healer, then as Soldier, and now, as Scientist. And yes, I am dangerous. So is any animal that you dare to corner, any child you dare to abuse, any woman you hit and any man you twist. I still mean no harm, I just want to live here in peace. Yes, my Partner is the James Buchanan Barnes, and the Wintersoldier too.
An Organisation called Hydra had found him seventy years ago in the snow, about to die, and took him in.
A vicious, monstrous organization that finds amusement in the deed of turning men into monsters and Weapons.
They had taken away his will to live, his ability to think for himself, his memory, and his heart. It took me a long while and many of my resources to rebuild what they have broken and I will not let you poke in his brain like a delicate puzzle. he is the Wintersoldier no more, but a simple Veteran with all those curses any Veteran carries on their shoulders.
He is not gay, and neither am I. Our Sexuality should not be a theme for you to discuss, however, to kill your overly rude curiosity, both of us are bi.
And yes, I do think that we are capable of raising a little girl just right, so she will become a great independent woman that won't need anyone to fight her battles. '
Tell me, is this Homophobia I heard in your tune, Sir?"

The Man blanched slightly as all eyes were now on him, filled mostly with disbelief and disgust, and a woman raised her hand, asking her question with a soft voice, trying to soothe the hurt Mans Mind. "I am sorry for the misbehavior of my Colleague, Mister Potter, Mister Barnes, and Margaret. I am from the New York Times, Elaine Silvig. May I ask, how did you two fall in love? Yes, I am aware that this topic is sensitive, but I assure you, I am simply interested in how this happened, For Mr. Barnes had been tortured by an organization that experimented on him, and you are a Scientist.
Did this not hinder your love?"

Hadrian calmed down, and James stood up, giving Harry little Mag with a shy smile, looking over to the friendly Reporter. "Please, let me answer this question. It was me who fell first, I mean, he is gorgeous, inside and out. He was a soldier like me, Humans had used him, as they had used me, we have so much common, it's... it's sad, to be honest. 
As soon as he took me in, he helped me. He stitched me up, fed me, gave me a bed, gave me warmth and someone who could relate to the horror of not being able to move and act on your own. I was a weapon, a raw nerve that could anytime snap, a time bomb.
Anything could trigger me to fall into an Episode, where I wasn't me anymore. I was the Wintersoldier.
He did not care for the Bruises I would leave on his body whenever I lost control and attacked him, he did not care for the pain I caused and simply soothed my raging dark. I was lost, and he found me.
he gave me everything, My Home, my Self, my Daughter.
And then It simply happened.
I don't need you to sympathize with us, or me, but please understand that he is my everything.
I love him with all my cripple heart, yet I have nothing to offer him. But he took me as I am, as who I am now. he doesn't try to turn me into a weapon, and he doesn't expect me to become the man I had once been seventy years ago.
He is my sun, that alights everything around me. I don't need anything else."

A few tears were trailing down the Soldiers cheeks, and little Mag made grabby hands towards her Papa, having wet eyes herself. "Dada, don crwy, Or I crwy too!"
Many 'Dawws' and 'Awws' were to be heard in the crowd, as the shaking Lover of Potter took their daughter lovingly into his arms, and Hadrian stepped forward again, his hand resting reassuringly on Buckys' shoulder.
"Any more questions on my Family's behalf? Because it is pretty private, and we do have enemies, any further information could become dangerous for our little one.
So, please, only ask questions that do not include my Clan. Yes, Mr. Brock?"

The dark-blonde man with brown blue eyes stood stiff with his eyes locked on Hadrians, his chin high as he spoke with confidence and eager interest.
"You are the Man that cured Cancer, many people want to become part of your company, however, you said you work alone. How so? 'How are you able to produce so much of the Antidote so quick and so cheap? Anyone can pay the price, even a homeless beggar. What makes it so reasonably priced?"

The Ravenhead with emerald orbs chuckled at Barnes and gave him a kind grin as he answered the question with hidden glee. "My Laboratory is at my residence. I build it with all my knowledge and affection of Technology, and the Race of Mors'Wiccan are true academics, we study the other races till nothing is left to learn.
My Technology is simply too advanced for Human Kin, and the product you all can receive on the market is easy to make, at least for me. My folks have used it to heal tumors and save elders, making us almost immortals as the raw product can extend the Lifespan. In the beginning, my Kin aged as you do. Now, we can grow very old, till several Millenia, and our appearance too, ages slow.
However, back to the Product. I priced it so low so that anyone had a chance of winning over the plague called cancer, even though your Version is weaker than mine since a Human body cannot withstand much of our stranger medication."

"I am Marry Oswald, from Paris daily. may I ask, what would happen when an average Human would consume the raw Form of your Product 'Lágrima de Fênix'?" came it called from the very border of the group, and the Scientist sought the source with his eye, recognizing the Voice.
it was Natalia Romanbova, in one of her many disguises.
Harry gave her a soft frown and cleared his throat.
"Lágrima de Fênix is a Serum that regenerates the Body, heals it and destroys the tumor cell. The Original however is too strong.
It would react badly with the human DNA and mutate the Tumor cell. Death would be the last problem the Consumer would have."
"What would be the greater Problem?"
"The fact that it is impossible to get the Original, as I only create just enough to produce my daily amount. having this in their possession, means they have stolen from me. And I do not take Thievery kindly."

The White Familiar of Harry came running from the Residence, the vibrant eyes scaring a few Reporters that have been too caught up in Potters' little speech, and Bucky kneeled down, letting Mag pet the Hellhound.
Hadrian frowned even deeper.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems that our time is up. Good day. Miss Oswald, you have been here before, could you help them find the way? I have to go now."

Natalia nodded and lead the journalists away, while Hadrian sprinted to the house, Bucky and Meg right behind him.
"Harry, what's up? You are a bit pale around the nose."

"Jupiter. I told him only to come to get me when something is up with my Moon.
Luna... She is waking up."