Harry Potter-Marvel-Star Wars Crossover

Chapter 4

A bolt of bright red light crashed through the window and hit Banner squarely in the chest, and he was launched in the air and landed unconscious.

"Hey!" shouted Stark, the light on his chest glowing brightly and humming threateningly, and held up his palm with a similar light on it facing the origin of the bolt of energy.

When he was met with silence, he glanced around at the others and jerked his head once. They immediately all crept the short distance through the door and outside into the fog, and took up defensive positions, ready to fight back at a moment's notice. A tense moment of unsteady quiet hung over them, then 一

"Protego!"

A large, bright wall of bluish-white light blazed into existence between them and the source of the previous jet of energy, casting a white hazy glow into the fog.

"We don't want to hurt you, but we will if we have to," said a young male voice, followed by some quick, tense whispering on the other side of the wall of energy. The man holding the rounded shield glanced at the others.

Then three teenage figures stepped into the light cast by the wall of energy.

"Who are you?" asked one suspiciously, speaking with a British accent, holding a thin wooden stick in one hand and clenching the other hand tightly. His messy black hair hung into his eyes and over his round glasses, doing little to hide a red lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"Who are you?" responded the man with the red cloak, which seemed to be twitching slightly, wrapping itself tighter around its wearer.

"Yeah," said the teenage boy called Peter, "you look kind of familiar."

"We're asking the questions here," said another boy, shaking his ginger-haired head and squinting his green eyes determinedly. He, too, was holding a stick. In fact, it looked as if all three of them were holding short wood sticks in their right hand.

"Yeah, right." The woman with short red hair rolled her eyes and held up her gun. "We're the ones with weapons."

The teenagers on the other side of the bright, glowing wall didn't bat an eye. "You're not the only ones," said the girl Hermione, tilting her head and tossing her bushy brown hair over her shoulder nonchalantly.

"What, you call those twigs weapons?" The man with the bow and quiver nodded at the sticks they held in their hands.

"You call those twigs weapons?" the black-haired boy shot back, gesturing to the man's quiver full of arrows.

The man furrowed his brow and tilted his head at the others, who raised their eyebrows at him. He tried to take a step towards the wall of energy, but was repelled backward from it and almost knocked over.

"What did you do to him?" The girl with long auburn hair and Russian accent gestured to the unconscious figure of Banner.

"Just a Stunning Spell," shrugged Hermione as if this were perfectly normal.

"Wait." The man with the red cloak and the gold necklace held up a finger. "A Stunning Spell?"

Hermione nodded exasperatedly.

"Are you sorcerers? Why have I never heard of a Stunning Spell?"

"Sorcerers," said the ginger to the others. "That's a first." He faced the man with the cloak. The wall of energy was starting to pulsate and fade as if it were wearing off. "No. We're not what you'd call sorcerers."

The bright wall of light had almost disappeared, and the people on both sides tensed and aimed their weapons at the people on the opposite side.

"Who are you?" repeated the man called Stark, and inclined his head to Banner, who still lay on the ground. "What did you do to him?"

When they didn't respond immediately, he lifted his hand and faced the bright, humming light on his palm towards them. "What did you do to him?"

The black-haired boy gripped his stick tightly. "We can do the same to you," he replied, glaring at him.

The wall of glowing light winked and was gone. "All right." Stark stared the boy with black hair dead in the eyes. "You're outnumbered nine to three."

The boy cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "Perfect. I can take 'em."