Rowan sighed in defeat "Okay let's go get some breakfast and prepare for the undercover op. A room will be provided for you so you can prep your equipment and other stuff that you may need. A runner will be provided to you in case you need anything."

Meanwhile Harry made his way to the barber; apparently he needed smartening up if he was going to be doing business with Baclovitch. As he made his way down the corridors, other agents parting like the proverbial Red Sea, his thoughts traveled to Clint. Why he had felt the need to intervene was beyond Harry, they hadn't even spoken in 10 years and suddenly he was jumping to his defense. Not that he had needed it, no he had made do without him for 10 years and he had been fine.

So why the sudden need to defend him? Did his father still care about him or was he just smacking him down in front of his superior officers out of bitterness? Harry shook those thoughts from his head as he continued to make his way to the barber. Knocking briskly on the door he instructed the man inside on what he needed. Going through details of what Harry needed the man spoke quickly with a practiced and concise ease as Harry sat down on the chair and waited.

It only took 10 minutes before he was done and checking the bill to the Department D, which dealt with deep cover. If they wanted to send him undercover then they could pay for it, Harry though bitterly. He didn't mind going deep cover but he wished that Clint had just stayed out of it and hadn't got involved. Walking out of the room he made his way to M's office.

Waiting quietly outside the office until he was called, he thought back to the photo in his wallet pocket. The photo of his 14th birthday after dinner, with the whole family around the table smiling happily, better times Harry knew and he hoped desperately that he would one day get to see them again. Just as he was getting the urge to look at the photo a woman spoke to him through the intercom.

"Mr. Barton, M will see you now." The curt address was all Harry needed before he entered the office with a brisk knock on the door. Hearing a murmur from M, summoning him in he opened the door and walked in, standing at ease in front of the desk, waiting to be addressed.

"Take a seat Harry," The sudden change in approach made Harry smile. He had a close relationship with M, having had a lot in common with the older woman and enjoying her cynical sense of humour, "You're making me nervous with your twitching."

Harry smiled at the woman and complied, taking a seat on the chair closest to the desk, he liked it when they spoke in a more relaxed environment. "I'm sorry about the current situation Harry, I attempted to get another agent assigned to the op but you were the best and they were the only team to be able to assist."

Harry nodded his head, knowing that she had done everything she could have done. "I know. It just all caught me by surprise I guess. I thought I could keep it together in front of my father but I… I lost my temper and it made me make mistakes." Harry shook his head

"Yes… well, at least you know that and you can learn from it. Now onto the undercover op. You are going under as James Conway, 26 years old and born in Surrey, Ex - Royal Marine Commandos. Dishonorably discharged after engaging in an unauthorized fire fight with Afghani civilians, wounding 9 and killing 5," Harry winced, understanding dawning on him as to the type of mental space this was going to have to maintain to get this op done, "When you came home, your fiancé left you and you went into black-market deals in every type of fire arm you could get your hands on." She closed the file and slid it over the desk to him, nodding he smiled at M.

"Oh… so I'm a real character then." He shook his head at some of the cover ID's the agency seemed to be able to come up with. M let out a small smile of agreement before going over the specifics of the op.

"You are going under for a long as necessary to gain as much trust as is possible and to put together as many deals as needed. Any money you need will be provided to you through an off shore account that you will be living off. Throw money around and live big for a while, Okay?" Harry nodded, realising the briefing was coming to an end he smiled and took the file from the desk. Shaking hands with her he turned and left the office, smiling at the quiet reminder to stay safe.

Back with the Avengers in the tech room as they had named it, after briefing them on the situation between himself and Harry, Clint finally felt that he could start to work effectively. The questions that followed had been the normal ones he was expecting 'Why did he leave?' 'Why haven't you contacted him?' and more importantly 'Why didn't you tell us?'

By the time they had finished it was Bruce who spoke up about the situation in the briefing room "So if you haven't spoken in 10 years, why did you get involved back in the briefing room?" The Avengers stopped working to listen to the response. Clint paused, he hadn't been expecting that to come up and especially not from Bruce.

"I'm his father," was the first thing that came to his head, wincing he continued, "I was worried for him and I wanted to protect him so when things went past my comfort zone I stepped in." The finality of the statement shocked the team.

Bruce was quiet for a moment before responding, "So if you're his father why didn't you trust him to handle it on his own? And why step in when things got past your comfort zone? Sounds to me like Harry had that under control until you stepped in." Clint turned on Bruce, the truth of the statement hurt like a physical injury and Clint couldn't help but have to agree with him. Not that he wanted to. Bruce, seeing the anger on Clint's face, continued quickly, "I'm not doubting you, I'm just trying to get you to see this from Harry's opinion. You, for lack of a better term, made him look like a complete idiot in front of a man who he obviously doesn't get on with."

Clint looked at Bruce, is that really what Harry thought, that Clint wanted to humiliate him in front of this other man? He hadn't thought of it like that, but Bruce was right, he hadn't let Harry handle the situation on his own. Clint knew he had to talk to him before he left and get things straightened out, but having a conversation like that was going to be difficult, not to mention awkward.