Harry Hart

✴Basics✴
Name: Harry Hart
Age: 51
Timeline: Not Golden Circle compliant is usual (Otherwise can be asked).

✴OOC Preferences and Habits✴
Backtagging/Boomeranging: I am happy with both. I tend to reply fast when I'm around but I am more than happy to do things slowly.
Threadhopping: Prefer not
Fourthwalling: Only if character appropriate
Offensive Subjects: Pro-Facism presented as good.

✴IC Info✴
Hugging: He's English
Kissing: Very English
Flirting: And flirts recklessly
Fighting: Is on
Injuring: Is also on
Killing: Canon tried (Talk to me)
Telepathy: Theoretically yes?

✴Shipping✴
Yes: Eggsy Unwin, Merlin
Probably: Most men
No: Chester King

✴Kinks✴
Yes:
Hard no: Watersports, scat, vomit, minors, pregnancy, or extreme gore.

GEN IS ALWAYS WELCOME WITH ANYONE FROM ANYWHERE.
Cross canon shipping is probably welcome.

For an organisation like the one which Harry headed, locating a single individual who was previously famous took very little effort.

He sat on the information for a while, because he really did have other things that needed doing, follow up surgeries and calibrations, actual work, overseeing the rebuilding of the organisation, though it was that very fact which took him on his travels, scouting possible recruits, cleaning up loose ends while he was there, sometimes with his bodyguard, more often not if he could escape the clutches of the young American.

When he found himself in Hargreeves' old stomping ground, he was on business, had a week in town and nothing like a week's worth of work.

Which was when he sent a text off, with a simple invitation, with a time, date and the location of a high end coffee house.

Not a queen, but maybe you'd join me.

After Eggsy left, Harry organised for his own dinner and did more reviewing while he ate and let his dinner settle. After, he went to the gym and did a double load of physiotherapy, because he was determined to get back into the field as soon as humanly possible. Or a bit earlier.

After the gym was back to his rooms for a shower and actual pyjamas and a robe. Possibly followed by napping in his armchair if left to his own devices.

Eggsy was free to turn up at any point.

It was a week before they were willing to let Harry be moved.

He had another emergency surgery where they had to concede to losing his left eye to keep the nerve intact. Once they managed to get him stable again, they made him get through five days of no crashing, no unpredicted dips or spikes, just quiet healing and level drug intake.

Then and only then was it agreed that Harry could be transported back to England. It would be with transport staff, a doctor and two nurses and he was kept in light sedation to keep his pain manageable while they moved him.

They were met in the Kingsman hangar by Merlin. He didn't offer any words, just stood by Harry's sleeping form for a while and then left with an instruction to settle him in medical called back over one shoulder.

When Harry did regain consciousness, it was in the blessedly familiar surrounds of Kingsman medical. He actually sighed with the relief, staring at the ceiling and willing his emotions back under control.

It took two days for things to be sorted enough for Harry Devere to ping on the Kingsman's systems.

Everyone had been handling somewhat more important things for those two days. A lot of people were dead. A lot more were injured. Even more than that were deeply traumatised by the maiming, murdering and mayhem which had ensued while the signal was broadcast.

And even when they weren't, no one had been expecting the ping. Harry's final footage had been graphic, staring at the barrel of the gun, the sound of firing and then the cut transmission. There were plans, of course, to eventually recover his body for burial but they were far from a priority.

Until Harry Devere pinged the system.

Harry Devere, admitted to the ICU of the Livingston Hospital in Kentucky seven hours before V-Day went live. He survived that by the luck of being in a sealed ward, away from people who viewed him as an actual person worth attacking.

Merlin was busy holding down the fort and being Merlin. Therefore, he told Charles to take whatever damn plane he wanted and get to Kentucky and get Harry into the safety of the Kingsman medical facility as fast as he could. He was given a passport which said he was Charles Devere, Harry's younger brother and paperwork which claimed the legal right to make decisions for his unmarried brother in the absence of parents.

All of these things were delivered with the instruction that no one was to know Harry Hart was alive. Not until they knew he would stay that way and not until he was back with them, awake and some reasonable semblance of the man they knew.

[Continued from here]

Harry was not aware of the fight that happened when Eggsy went back to HQ.

He wasn't aware that Merlin had visited him twice since he woke up from his coma, because both times his brain had struggled with the damage and flood of memories and promptly failed to cope. He never managed to make an actual memory of Merlin's visits, because his memory centres had been too inflamed at that stage.

He may never know how gutted Merlin was to find that Harry was alive, but still just as gone as before and that he had agreed with the treating specialists to give Harry space to heal and recover before they did anything about trying to get his memory recovered.

Harry was not as well recovered as Harry thought he was, or managed to present.

But it was agreed that they wouldn't move him from where he was. The staff there were briefed on his situation, there was security in place and it wasn't worth the fight with both Eggsy AND Harry to get him moved.

Eggsy was told not to visit, to let Harry recover physically.

Harry, on the other hand, got out to the phone and managed to dial the number on the back of the medal and then gave what he assumed was the pass code of Oxfords, not Brogues.