Summary:

A frantic Draco is searching for his son at the amusement park. So is Phil. Sort of.

Written for the June Roll-a-Drabble challenge at Marvelously Magical Fanfiction
I rolled Phil Coulson / Draco Malfoy / Family
Word Count Limit: 100 to 1000

Phil waited for the frantic man in front of him to finish with his pleas to find his son. Listening to him, you'd think he'd lost the boy in the middle of a lion's den and not an amusement park. Besides, if he really looked anything like his father with his almost blond white hair and equally pale eyes and skin, he couldn't be all that hard to spot.

"This is a message for little Scorpius to please come to the entrance where your daddy is waiting for you."

Upon hearing the poor kid's name, Phil couldn't help a snort from escaping his lips, which he quickly turned into a cough. The frantic father narrowed his eyes at him before stepping aside for him to talk to the park attendant in charge of announcements. Phil gave both of them his most bland smile before asking for Clint to be called to the entrance as well. He'd warned his wayward agent not to be late for the meeting with Fury and he hadn't even showed up. He was going to make him do so much paperwork in retaliation, his fingers would be too cramped to shoot an arrow straight for a week. That ought to teach him.

"This is a message for little Clint to please come to the entrance where your daddy is waiting for you."

Phil rolled his eyes. Every. Single. Time. To add insult to injury, Clint was the one having fun with the daddy-jokes at his expense.

"You don't look too worried about your kid," Scorpius's father said reproachfully.

"It's not the first time the little scoundrel runs off," Phil said, unable to hide the note of annoyance from his voice.

He had better things to do than track down Clint. It was bad enough he had to keep Stark from experimenting his new gadgets on himself and Natasha from killing every man who dared look her way... Honestly, being a glorified babysitter for the Avengers wasn't all rainbows and unicorns.

The blond man pinched his lips as he scowled at him. It appeared he didn't appreciate his lack of care for a "child", which was admirable, really. Phil stared back at the other man. He shouldn't pry, but he just had to know what the father of a kid named Scorpius was called.

"I'm Phil," he said extending a hand, playing up his bland smile and the crinkles around his eyes. It never failed.

The other man looked uneasy but shook it once.

"Draco."

Phil had to bite the inside of his cheek. He desperately wanted to know more, but he couldn't fathom how to ask the man for the name of his father, grandfather and all of his ancestors before that. Draco… Phil sniggered despite the man looking so worried for his missing son. Being used to soothe frazzled nerves, the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could think twice about it.

"I'm sure your son is fine. The average time a child gets lost in amusement parks is thirty minutes and he can't leave the park now that you have given his description. Chances that he gets seriously injured here are about 1 in 17 million. He's more likely to get hurt crossing the road once you exit the park. So you see, it'll be fine."

Draco seemed at a lost as to what to say, but his shoulders were not as tense as they had been a minute ago and he counted that as a victory.

"Ah. Here's mine," Phil said as Clint walked towards them with his tail between his legs and a huge stuffed toy under his arm.

"That's…" Draco trailed off, caught off guard by the muscular grown up when he'd been expecting no doubt a mini version of Phil.

"My underling who missed a very important meeting so he could win a giant unicorn apparently. You know that's cheating, by the way, Clint. I'm surprised you haven't been barred entrance from the parc yet."

Clint scoffed.

"This isn't Las Vegas, and I know for a fact the games are rigged, so it's not really cheating if they cheated first."

"Yes, you're all about defending the innocent," Phil sighed. "Speaking off, have you see a little boy that looks like my new friend Draco here while you were playing truant?"

Clint glanced at the pale man and nodded.

"Yeah, actually. Thought he was a little elfling for a moment there. He was right by the cotton candy booth that spins them in rainbow colours."

"Fetch him and I'll forgive you this once."

Clint nodded eagerly and pushed the unicorn plushie into his arms before running off, back only five minutes later with a giggling child on his shoulder who was waving a stick of cotton candy around.

"Papa!" Scorpius exclaimed and ran towards his father as soon as Clint put him down. "Look what Mr Clint got me. I'm eating a rainbow, papa!"

Draco sighed and kneeled in front of his son.

"I told you not to wander off, Scorpius. And you can't just follow strangers and accept candy from them," he added with an apologetic glance at Clint.

Phil grinned at the thought he now had ammunition of his own to tease the archer if he tried pulling one of his daddy jokes again.

"I don't know how to thank you," Draco said as he stood with his kid in his arms.

"You could take this eyesore far, far away from me," Phil replied with a toothy grin as he thrust the unicorn towards father and son.

Scorpius had his sticky hands all over it and Phil smiled wider when he heard Clint's moan of distress. "It was pleasure to meet you," he added as he pulled his wayward agent after him.

If Phil had stayed just a little longer, he would have seen the fluffy unicorn turn into a fire breathing dragon. That certainly would have made his day.