The Chosen One: Hero of Two Worlds

Harry sat in one of the interrogation room in amusement. He realized he probably shouldn't have been a wise-ass and let slip he obtained information from Sharon Carter. It raised questions on how he got that information. He was sure they were going to interrogate her next. He may not have been seduced by her charms, but that didn't mean he wanted to cause her to cause her any trouble. He would have to play this very carefully.

The door slides open and Phil Coulson walks in holding a folder. The door slides shut trapping the two men inside.

"May I sit?" Agent Coulson asks.

"This is your house. You don't need my permission to sit down in your own house." Harry replies in a calm voice.

"I'll take that as a yes." Coulson says as he sits down.

"I guess you guys caught on when I said I got information from her." Harry said starting the questioning.

"We had your entire conversation on record. I just went over it, and not once, did she break her cover. So, my question is, how did you get information out of her?" Coulson asks.

"Does your record include the buzzing that happened in the early morning before she left for the S.H.I.E.L.D. Commander Center?" Harry asks. Coulson looks at him carefully. "I thought not." Harry said as he looks at Coulson. He quickly uses Legilimency on Coulson and sees the recent memory he had. Harry leans back and sighs. "You seem to be under the impression that I can read minds." Harry finally said as he breaks eye contact with Coulson.

"I see we're cutting to the chase. So, can you… read minds?"

"No." Harry said honestly. "I have other means of getting information. Ways, I do not feel like sharing due to the simple fact that I don't trust S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Don't trust us? Please explain." Coulson asks.

Harry paused as he looks at the security camera. More than aware that Nick Fury and Maria Hill was watching this very carefully.

"As I told Nick Fury. Trust isn't a one-way street. It builds over time. If S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to earn my trust, they need to stop butting into my personal affairs. You'll get the information, when I feel I want to share it. Not before, and not on your terms. That information, will be given, on my terms." Harry stated firmly in a cold tone.

Coulson observed Harry carefully.

"You know you're good. Very good, getting information out of you has been hard. I'm not one who usually brags, but I tend to be very good at interrogation and getting information. The right information out of people. Because that's what we do. Get the right kind of information. Yet you're difficult. You have an incredible amount of control over your emotions. You really don't reveal anything unless you want to. That's remarkable. Not many your age can do that. It would normally takes years of training before one can even grasp on how to control their emotions. It took Agent Romanoff nearly twenty years to control her emotions." Coulson said.

"Sounds like your complimenting me." Harry said with a small smile. He looked at the folder and wondered what was inside. He doubts it was everything they had on him. "I wasn't always like this, I used to wear my heart on my sleeve. I was very easy to manipulate and control that way too. By the time I learned the lesson of controlling myself I had already lost much."

"What did you lose?" Coulson asks, clearly curious.

Harry sighed before he answered. "I'm sure someone as good as you are, you can tell what I lost without me having to say anything. The things I saw…"

"What did you see?" Coulson pressed on.

"That which would destroy any kid, if they've seen it too much. I saw war. I lost friends. Lots of friends." Harry said as he tried hard to regain control of himself.

Coulson said nothing as he looks at Harry.

"That would have broken a simple person. I've seen it happen to those of gentle hearts." Coulson said.

"I never wanted to believe I was unique, special. Never wanted to be either. I just wanted to be a normal person. However, even that was denied from me. I can never live the simple life. I also can't-I can't stop doing what I'm doing. I have to keep going. I'm going to look for fights to fight and battles that need winning. I can't stop, I won't stop." Harry said.

"Tell me this then," Coulson said in a strong voice as he puts his hands together and leans forward. "What do you want?"

Harry pauses as he taps his fingers on the table. Thinking hard about that question. It was the first time anyone really ask him that. It caused to really stop and think.