"So…" Clint said. "Baby." It wasn't a question, especially since said baby was right in front of him, in Natasha's arms, but she nodded. "Wizard?" She nodded again. "Wizard baby, huh? Remember what Tony said last week about how we should make a list of the most ridiculous ways possible our missions could go wrong? I think finding an orphaned wizard baby should be on that list."

"At number one," Natasha said. Harry had been well-behaved, more so than she thought possible. "You said Stark's going to contact us?"

"Yeah. After you told me about what happened, I called him and asked if he could help us find any more relatives to take care of him."

"And he couldn't have done that then? I know how fast he hacks and hijacks."

"He was in a meeting," Clint said, lips twitching upwards.

"He doesn't go to meetings."

"He did it for Pepper, so Pepper would go on a date with him afterwards."

Natasha nodded. Typical Stark. He probably sped through the meeting, casually insulting everyone else. Their laptop sprung to life with Stark's face smiling.

"Hello, Clint, Nat- what the hell is that?" Stark was looking at Harry, gaping, and for once in his life, speechless.

"It's a baby," Natasha said simply. Stark came out of his shock.

"It's a- I know what that is! But what the hell is it doing here? Baby! How? Where did it come from?" He looked between Natasha and Clint. "What did you-?"

"It's not ours!" Clint said. "For crying out loud, how many times have I told you, Natasha and I have never had-"

"I found him on a doorstep," Natasha explained. "His parents were killed by an evil wizard, he's probably one too, some idiot named 'Dumbledore' left him on his aunt and uncle's doorstep at night, I found him, and spoke with his relatives, and frankly, I think the boy would be better off being raised by wolves than those… people." Stark looked at her incredulously.

"Or assassins? Were these people really that bad?" Natasha nodded. Stark let out a whistle. "Wow. So what do you need me for?"

"I was hoping you'd find some more relatives of this kid's," Clint said. "I mean, surely the kid has someone decent he can go to."

"Ah, got it! I'll have that in just a few moments, if you tell me his name," Stark replied.

"His name's Harry Potter. I don't know his middle name, but judging by his size, I'd say he's about a year old. Maybe a few months more," Natasha answered. Stark searched, and searched, and broadened all his searching to the entirety of Europe, and then searched the entire world. "His parent names were James and Lily Potter," Natasha added. Stark shook his head.

"Nada, zilch, nothing. This kid doesn't exist. Neither do his parents. Maybe it's because of the wizard thing?"

Clint laughed. "Natasha didn't even explain as much as she did to me, and you don't question this 'wizard thing'?"

"Nope. Frankly, I think I stopped questioning things around the time I teamed up with a couple assassins, a demigod, a super soldier from the 40's and a hulk to fight a god of mischief with an alien army. Nope, no questioning here. If we're attacked by a purple spaghetti monster, I won't even blink." Clint laughed while Natasha gave a small smile. Stark was annoying, but he did know how to lighten situations.

"Okay, then. So now what do we do?" Clint said. "The kid doesn't exist, I don't know if we can even give him to a hospital or orphanage. And that evil wizard had some people that worked for him and may come after the kid, and the only protection the kid has is the house of his suck-ass relatives."

At this moment, Harry woke up, and began crying. "Ah, no, no, kid don't cry!" Stark said, looking at Clint and Natasha. "Do something! Ah, hell! Guys?"

Natasha tried to sooth him. When that didn't work, she considered what else may be the problem. Perhaps he was hungry. She looked at Clint. "What do babies eat?" She rarely felt embarrassed, but she did at that moment. Was she supposed to know?

Clint looked panicked. "How should I know? I've never had to take care on one before!"

"I told you to look it up!"

"Try milk," Stark said. "I think that's a safe plan."

Natasha looked at him. "Do you know anything about babies?"

"Ah… no. Honestly, I've never taken care of one, either. Don't want to either. But I think they usually give babies milk in movies, so we'll try that," Stark said. Natasha grabbed some milk from their portable fridge. How much did babies drink?

Clint was looking at Stark. "They also like to pull bullets out of people in movies. Doesn't mean it's a good idea." Natasha was holding a small glass of milk. Could babies drink out of glasses? Probably not, but there weren't any alternative that they could think of.

"I don't think milk's going to kill him," Natasha said. She offered it to the crying baby, slowly tipping it. Harry seemed confused, but he swallowed what made it into his mouth. The rest ended up on Natasha's clothes and the floor. Harry was no longer crying. Was he smiling? Natasha swore he was smiling. Cute, she thought to herself. She was surprised by the thought. When had she ever thought anything was cute? Nonetheless she smiled back.

"Ma-Muh," Harry said. Everyone froze. What did he just say? "Ma-Muh."

Stark sniggered. "Well, look at this! Who knew the Black Widow had a maternal side?" Clint was smiling too, looking at Natasha.

"I… don't know why he's saying that. I haven't had him that long, just a couple hours. Maybe I just look like his mother- I don't think he's old enough to tell similar looking people apart." Everyone stood around for a moment as Harry was held by Natasha.

"Right…as I was saying," Clint said. "What are we doing with him?"

"Bring him back here," Stark suggested. "We could find some agent of S.H.E.I.L.D. to take him. He can't get much safer than in their hands." Natasha frowned.

"You don't really believe that," she said. You hate S.H.I. . And in this case, I agree with you." Clint looked at her.

"What do you mean? The kid does need protection, 'Tasha."
"Yes. And you can get safer than what you suggested, Tony. There's nowhere safer than the Avenger's Tower." Seeing the two men's shocked expressions, she took a breath. "I just don't trust anyone else with this boy. And he already trusts us. I'm going to raise him."

Wow! I honestly didn't think that this would be so popular. I mean...geez! I'm just...wow. I think there were a few people who were worried that I'd abandon this, but don't worry. That's my #1 rule: no abandoning fics. So, no worries, okay?

I mentioned how I'm kind of working on a priority system when it comes to my fics, right?

1. Harry Romanoff-Barton (in less than 24 hours!)

2. The Best Man (this is another Harry Potter fanfic, a series of connected oneshots detailing a HHR affair)

3. The Gambler's Stone (also Harry Potter. Basically, if the Dursleys made different choices, such that they were completely different people. Very different.)

So, yeah, please tell me what you think, okay?