Je N'ai Pas De Mots

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

AN: So I've wanted to say this for awhile: It's Christmas in July! (Though thankfully without the snow) Anyway, here's the next chapter for Je N'ai Pas De Mots. It's kinda short, but I cut it here because otherwise it would be really long. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take so long. So, Happy Independence Day, if you celebrate it. And this chapter is dedicated to Demoness Simi, since she was the one who wanted me to work on this fic.

Chapter 9

Clint hardly slept that night, even though he didn't doubt Harry's prediction of an early morning. The wizard's story had given him a lot to think about and process. He now had quite a bit to report to Fury, and it would probably answer all his questions, and also make him want to recruit the wizard into the Avengers again. But the blond wasn't going to have anything to do with that. On another, more personal, aspect, he could possibly pursue a relationship with the accountant without worrying about him being able to handle himself.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing keeping him awake. Harry's trip down memory lane wasn't doing the raven any favors. He was tossing and turning, obviously caught in the thrall of numerous nightmares. He never woke up, but each and every time it seemed to be getting too much the archer would pull him close and rub his back in soothing circles.

It was the wee hours of the morning when Harry finally seemed to settle into a more peaceful sleep, allowing Clint to catch his own. It felt like he had just closed his eyes when he was startled awake by the door slamming open and a small person sized projectile rocketing into the room. He barely managed to catch the bundle of energy as it launched itself onto the bed, before it landed on him and Harry.

"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry!" Teddy's excited voice filled the room. "Time to wake up, Uncle Harry! It's Christmas!"

"Good morning, Teddy," one green eye cracked open and peered at the child still secured in the archer's arms. "Why don't you go downstairs and help Molly set the table, while Clint and I get dressed? You know we have to eat before we get presents."

"But it's Christmas," Teddy pouted slightly, "you're supposed to wear jammies on Christmas. I'm wearing jammies. Grandma's not wearing jammies, but Molly is. So just wear your jammies, and let's go."

"But Clint doesn't wear jammies," Harry answered automatically. "I mean, I don't wear…" he rubbed his eyes as he tried to cover. "Teddy, please just go downstairs."

"Go on, kiddo," the blond set the boy on his feet. "Harry and I will be downstairs in a minute."

"Okay," he turned and trotted happily out the door.

"Nice save, Harry," Clint sat up, his sweat pants hanging dangerously low on his hips from sleeping in them all night.

The raven fumbled slightly for his glasses, mildly distracted by the other's bare chest. He slid the glasses on as the archer made his way over to his bag and pulled out a t-shirt. The wizard pouted slightly as the material hindered his ogling.

"So," the blond turned around, and the green gaze shifted hastily away, "I've got a few calls to make before our guests arrive. I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast, if it doesn't take too long. But I'll definitely be there for the presents. Though, you should probably get dressed," his own gaze raked over the other's naked chest. "Your godson is waiting for you."

He slipped on his shoes and grabbed his coat and cell before heading out of the room. He made his way down the stairs and toward the back door. He waved vaguely at the rather large crowd that was gathered in the kitchen, considering the hour, and went outside.

He shivered slightly as the cold air hit him. He pulled his coat on and zipped it, before lifting the phone and hitting speed dial one.

~This had better be good, Barton,~ his superior's voice snapped after the third ring.

"Sorry, didn't remember the time difference," the archer scratched the back of his neck.

~Get to the point, Barton.~

"Right," Clint took a deep breath. "Target is Harry Potter. Originally from England. Attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He defeated an evil wizard at seventeen. After that, he changed his name, got his accounting degree, and joined S.H.I.E.L.D."

~Good work, Agent,~ Fury acknowledged. ~I want you to pull back and return to headquarters. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage.~

With that the line went dead. The blond chuckled wryly. It was a bit late for that, but what Fury didn't know couldn't hurt him.

He shook his head and made the other call.

~Hey, Birdman,~ the cheery voice of Tony Stark answered, not who he called. ~What's up?~

"Why are you answering Nat's phone, Stark?" he frowned.

~You're on speaker, Clint,~ his best friend sighed, and he could just picture her rolling her eyes.

"I guess that's good," he shook his head. "I need to explain a few things to everyone before you get here. When are you getting here anyway?"

~We should be there in about an hour,~ Natasha replied.

"Okay, that's good," he smiled faintly. "Anyway, before you get here you need to know that magic is real. Harry is a wizard, as are the rest of the people here. So try not to act too surprised if you see something strange."

~That's why that name sounded familiar,~ Banner cut in. ~I can take it from here, Clint. You go back and do your thing. We'll see you soon.~

"Alright, Doc," he gave the phone a funny look. "See ya in a bit."

He ended the call and made his way back into the house.

888

As soon as the call ended, all eyes turned expectantly to the scientist. Bruce ran his hand through his hair and let out a long sigh as he thought about where to start.

"Well, Banner," Tony prompted, "you said you'd explain. Explain."

"I'm getting there, Stark," brown eyes rolled in exasperation. "Okay, so I only know about this because shortly after the Other Guy was… created, I went around the globe searching for a cure. My travels took me to Wizarding Britain. As Barton said, magic is real."

"Of course magic is real," Thor cut in with a frown. "You all witnessed Loki's powers. It is not something isolated to Asgard. The ability is found throughout the nine realms, though the use of it varies from place to place. What you call science and magic are one and the same on Asgard."

"Great, we get it," the billionaire waved the blond off. "Magic, science, same thing and it exists everywhere. Please continue, Banner. How do you know about magic, and how do you know Legolas' wizard?"

"Right," he shook his head. "Anyway, the Wizarding communities keep themselves hidden, for obvious reasons, Salem, and the Spanish Inquisition being among the top ones. I stumbled upon the one in Britain. I was desperate at that time and tried everything: Potions, spells, anything they could throw at me. Nothing worked. And while I did not find a cure, I did fine some solace there. I met a man with a similar condition, Remus Lupin. And while lycanthropy is not exactly the same, we did share some commonalities."

"Whoa, whoa, hold up," Tony stared incredulously at his fellow scientist. "You're saying werewolves exist?"

"After everything we've seen," Steve shook his head, "you're getting hung up on werewolves?"

"Look, guys, let's just get on with the story," Natasha sighed. "Bruce, how do you know Harry?"

"I never actually met Harry," he rubbed his neck, "but Remus knew him. Over the course of the time we knew each other, we became friends and we talked of other things besides our conditions. One of his favorite topics was Harry Potter, the son of one of his best friends and a former student on his when he taught at the wizarding school for a year before he was ousted as a werewolf. From what he told me, Harry was a good kid, bright, and really powerful magically, with too much of a burden placed on his young shoulders. And that's really all I know. So, as Barton said, don't react too strongly to anything you see there, especially if we're going to help him keep his cover."

"Damn," Tony whistled softly. "I really can't wait to meet this guy."

888

Clint grabbed himself a plate and followed everyone to the living room. Apparently, it had been the children's idea as a few of the other adults were also taking their breakfast with them. He took a seat next to Harry on the couch as Mr. Weasley took a seat on the floor next to the tree.

The children made rather quick work of their gifts, even with all the structure the Weasley patriarch had laid out for them. The adults took a bit more time in opening theirs. Clint watched it all with fond, if not a bit detached, amusement, until a rather large squashy package was placed on his lap. The blue gaze dropped to the present in mild disbelief.

"It won't bite," Harry chuckled from beside him, as he was handed a similar package. "Just open it."

Tearing his gaze away from the younger male, he ripped open the wrapping. Inside was a dark purple sweater, and once he pulled it out, he noticed it had a black bow with a single arrow crossing the front. He stared at it. He could tell, just by the feel of it, that it was handmade. Never in his life had he received something like this.

"I hope you like it," Molly smiled at him. "It was last minute, and Harry was the one to suggest the design."

"It's great, Molly, really," he cleared his throat slightly to hide his true emotional state. "Thank you."

It didn't take much longer after that for the rest of the presents to be opened, with Clint receiving a few more odds and ends from various others in the family. After the Weasley matriarch had magically vanished the mess, the archer clapped his hands together and pushed to his feet, drawing all attention to himself.

"So, Teddy," he addressed the boy specifically, "my present for you is going to be outside. So, why don't we all," he waved his hands to incorporate all those assembled, "get dressed and get our coats on so we can see what it is?"

"Really?" the metamorphmagus bounded over and threw his arms around the blond. "You're the best, Uncle Clint!"

"You don't even know what it is yet," his godfather shook his head indulgently. "Go get dressed, Teddy."

With that, everyone dispersed to get ready to go outside. Within fifteen minutes, they were all assembled in the backyard, everyone curious about what this surprise could possibly be. The children were all gathered around the archer, jumping around excitedly, as he kept glancing to the sky.

"Teddy seems pretty excited by this," Hermione commented as she and Ron went over to stand beside Harry. "Does he know what it is?"

"No," the raven shook his head. "He's just being Teddy."

"But you know what it is," the bushy haired witch frowned.

"Yeah," Harry chuckled. "I was there when he set it up."

"You mean when you helped him set it up?" she countered.

"No," he shook his head. "Clint set this up all on his own."

"Yeah," Ron scoffed. "Harry wouldn't even dream of setting this up."

"Wait, you know what it is?" his wife asked incredulously.

"Yeah, Harry told me yesterday on the way to the Lovegoods," he shrugged.

"Well?" she demanded impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hush, both of you," Harry cut in. "You're going to ruin the surprise."

With that being said, he raised his gaze to the sky and shielded his eyes with his hand, as the whine of a large engine filled the air. Everyone else looked up as well, their expressions awed as they watched a large grey plane settle into the empty field next to the house.

As soon as the quinjet was settled, Clint picked up Teddy and trotted over. He reached it just as the gangplank lowered and the occupants began filing out.

"IT'S THE AVENGERS!" Teddy's excited squeal echoed through the silence that had fallen. "YOU BROUGHT ME THE AVENGERS! THANK YOU, UNCLE CLINT!"

Ammie: So the Avengers have finally arrived. Let the chaos ensue. Anyway, I think that's all I have to say for once, so please let me know what you think.