Heroes Assemble!

Unmasked!

Peter snorted. "We saw the Q-ship. You would have had to fight pretty hard to stop them getting what they wanted."

Harry merely gave him a lop-sided grin and a wink.

"No one here is injured?" Daphne asked.

"Actually, we do have someone," Gamora said. "He's the last of the Nova Corp, the only survivor of Thanos' battle at Xandar. Corpsman Rider. Mantis has been keeping him asleep until we could get him some medical help."

"Show me," Daphne demanded.

"This way," Mantis replied and led her down to the cabins below the cockpit.

"Sounds like you people have some stories that we need to hear," Harry commented.

"Dude, you have no idea," Peter replied.

"In that case, follow me," Harry said.

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The normal conference room was too small to hold everyone. Even the briefing room wasn't large enough, not with their extra-terrestrial visitors that Thor and Carol had brought with them. But then, even without the Guardians of the Galaxy, as they were apparently known, the combined Avengers, Auxiliary Avengers and the Avenger's Academy members made it doubtful that either of those rooms would have been large enough to hold everyone comfortably anyway.

It was also extremely loud in the room with groups all talking amongst themselves. That volume had only increased as members arrived from all over the world. New York. San Francisco. Wakanda. The Island. The Compound. Aeros City. London.

Finally, the entire group was assembled.

Steve almost almost looked at Tony but instead chose Harry. A nod carried the message that they needed to get started. In response, Harry waved his hand in the air over his head, a series of bright red sparks trailing behind it. The unexpected brightness of it had the instant effect of settling everyone down.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice," Steve began. "If everyone could find a seat, we'll begin."

He waited as he the nearly four dozen people settled into chairs. The house elves had done an amazing job refurnishing the main living room. Gone were the lounges and tables and in their place were two rows of comfortable chairs set out in a great arc that spanned a full one hundred and eighty degrees. In the exact centre of the space where everyone could see him, stood Steve, a table with an elaborately carved stone bowl placed upon it beside him.

"While I'm sure that everyone here has heard about what happened in New York a short time ago, we thought that it'd be more useful for you to see it," he said. "Harry?"

At once, the wizard stepped forward and indicated the bowl on the table.

"This is called a penseive," he stated. "It's a magical device that can be used to store and then review a memory. I won't go into all of its uses; the main thing you need to know is that what you are about to see projected above it, is exactly what happened, as remembered by the individuals who I borrowed copies of the memories from."

A wave of his hand reduced the lighting and blackened out the great glass windows that looked out over the island.

"This first memory comes from Wanda," he said. "It begins just as she and Vision arrived in Greenwich Village."

A tap with his wand in the correct sequence then brought up an extremely detailed image above the bowl, much like one of Tony's 3D-holograms.

They watched as Wanda and Vision joined with Wong and Pietro, who was sitting in the front row, the injuries that he'd sustained in the battle now fully healed. They all got their first good look at the four aliens. They heard the demands for the Stone in Vision's head and watched as the battle commenced. Harry, Daisy and Melati joining the fight was seen; as was Tony and Rhodey. Lastly, they saw Peter and Doreen join the rest of the Avengers to win the battle and put three of the four aliens out of commission before the last activated some kind of link to their vessel and effected their escape.