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Pairings in this chapter: one sided ClintB/PhilC, one sided LokiOdinson/HP

Warnings in this chapter: AU fanfiction, Crossover, slash

Nr words in this chapter: 2,388

"Talking"

"Talking in another language than English"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Chapter IX

–Chick Sacha–

1995

"Duck!" Hawkeye shouted, pushing Black Widow to the floor.

Hawkeye looked up, his eyes narrowing at the agents trying to get them.

"We should separate." Black Widow suggested as the two stood and started to run away.

Hawkeye looked behind himself and then to Black Widow.

"They put other agents on us." He hissed and stopped, turning to the agents.

Black Widow didn't stop, continuing to run. Hawkeye narrowed his eyes as the group of agents started to surround him, so they thought he was more important than Black Widow? Big Mistake!

–CH–

Phil looked as the agents were defeated one after the other. They were fighting as one and still Hawkeye was winning. Director Fury had told him to bring the best men and still none of them were being able to grab the marksman. Phil sighed and left the car and approached the group.

"Sir, I advise you to lower your weapons and surrender quietly." He warned and simultaneously the man with his back to him stopped any movement, only to be pinned to the floor and his arms be forced behind his back with handcuffs. "Don't!" Phil ordered when one of the agents was about to take the mask from Hawkeye. "I'll take care of him, find the spy that you let escape!"

The agents nodded and run after Black Window that had stopped and looked at them unsure of what to do. Phil approached Hawkeye and pulled him to his feet and pulled him to the car. Not even once the man made a move to free himself. Hawkeye entered the back seat without a problem and even surrendered his weapons without a move of his part. The man was hard to get so why was he being so easy?

–CH–

"Sir, I would like to require for the right to interrogate him myself."

Director Fury nodded and Phil left the office going to the interrogation room where Hawkeye was locked to a chair, his mask still on. Phil pulled from a chair and sat before him.

"I wondered if they would've send you after all." Hawkeye mumbled to himself.

Phil opened the file he had managed to acquire on Hawkeye.

"So, Hawkeye, isn't it?" the man nodded, his brown eyes behind the mask looking directly at Phil's face as if taking every bit of Phil's details. "Do you mind if I take your mask?"

"I do, but you'll take it anyway, so why the formality, Agent Philip?"

"A mask is part of you custom, I refused for it to be taken previously as the person under the mask might not be the Hawkeye that I'm seeing but another entirely person."

Hawkeye opened his mouth to reply but closed it again as if to think on the answer.

"The person under the mask is not Hawkeye." He finally answered.

Phil nodded and turned to the files.

"You started your life working in a circus, am I correct?" Hawkeye nodded. "One day you suddenly left and decided to start killing for money instead of the circus act."

"You have to do what is needed for living." Hawkeye argued with a smirk at the corner of his lips. "Why, weren't those men on your to kill list?" he argued.

"How would you know that?" Phil asked.

"Maybe I managed to get inside your secret data base and to steal all of your secret information…" Hawkeye answered with a provocative tone.

Phil tilted his head to the side, was Hawkeye just provoking him or was he actually hinting on him?

The door opened, Phil looked back ready to argue when he found his body stuck to the chair. The person that entered passed past Phil and approached Hawkeye, had a black dress over him/herself… or what Phil thought looked like a dress. The person had a golden mask over the face in the form of a skull. The person looked directly at Phil and Phil noticed bright green eyes evaluating him from under the black hood and golden mask.

"I can see why you let yourself be caught." The voice, that was obviously male, said. From the tone of voice it was still a teen, in his 14s or 16s, at the time where their tone of voice sometimes was too high. If Phil could he would have frowned, he didn't remember letting himself being caught. "He does seem your type." The teen peeked at Hawkeye with a scowl. "Honestly, couldn't you be any more direct?" the teen added.

"Sacha, what are you doing here? Didn't I told you that if I ever get caught to run? And where the hell did you find this mask?"

The teen, Sasha, turned directly to Hawkeye.

"You also taught me that no place is too dangerous to assault as long as your ready to do it and for the right price… and my tutor lent me the mask and robe."

"And what are you robbing?"

"You, Dad." The teenager answered tilting his head to the side.

Hawkeye shook his head as if fondly, while Phil's eyes widened. There was nothing on the file about a child!

"You are unbelievable." The man said, fondly. "Will you release me then?"

Sasha laughed and approached his 'Father'.

"There, there…" he placated and, with a move of his hand his small staff in his hand enlarged to walking-stick size, he passed it over Hawkeye's hands and legs that were immediately freed. With another flick of his hand and the walking-stick resized back to hand-size and he saved it in his pocket. Sasha pointed with his head to Phil. "What's the man's name?"

Hawkeye stood, massaging his wrists where the handcuffs had been.

"Phillip Coulson."

Sasha rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Daaad…" the teenager whined. "Sometimes you're sooooo obvious."

"Shut up and lets go, Chick."

By the time Phil managed to move the two were long gone. Phil frowned, looking at the handcuffs, how had Sasha done that?

–CH–

"Wait a moment! You are telling me that it was a mere teenager who managed to pass all of my best men without doing a thing except a flick of his staff? A mere teenager?"

"Yes sir."

"Go back to the circus papers. If Hawkeye worked there then his son must have been there as well."

Phil nodded.

"Sir…?"

"Anything else?"

"Hawkeye's son, Chick Sasha, implied something about…" It surely was nothing, but… "Gay, sir."

"How did he imply that?"

"He implied that he let himself get caught when I captured him."

Fury frowned, looking directly at Phil. Phil felt like a child as the director took in what he had said.

"Find him." Phil nodded, bowing his head and turned to leave. "And when you do, court him."

Phil's eyes grew.

–CH–

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

Harry shivered as Clint kept fighting with Nat in a body-to-body combat battle. Dad was furious, that much was obvious.

"I couldn't exactly attack SHIELD on my own, could I?" Auntie asked, giving her own set of kicks to Dad and making him step back.

"HE'S BARELY FIFTEEN! ARE YOU INSANE?"

"It's too early for you to get caught! You need them to want you! Not to see you as someone to capture and send to jail!" Auntie hissed, missing Dad's head with a strong kick by inches.

Harry shivered. The two were angry… it wouldn't end pretty!

–CH–

In a dark office, filled with bookcases that were packed with tons of tomes was one single yew desk, behind said desk was a black chair and in said desk was a man. If you would enter the office you wouldn't notice the man at first, you would first be amazed at the small library in such a small office, only then you would notice the desk and, only then, you would be able to feel the red eyes of the man behind said desk that had been watching your every move with the attention of a hawk. Hidden by his hood you wouldn't be able to see the man clearly, but there was no need, the red eyes just for itself gave the man away. They showed the taint in the man's own soul, the amount of blood the man had already offered to Death in trade for his own.

A black cat with green eyes appeared coming from under one of the bookcases, as expected immediately the man's red eyes were locked on it.

"Did something happen?" the man hissy voice could give anyone a heart attack out of fear, but not this cat.

Never this cat.

The cat stood on his back legs as his body grew and rouse in height. Finally it was a man instead of a cat that was there. This man had a helmet on his head with two horns.

"His Father and Aunt are at the point of maiming each other. They need a voice of reason. I'm certain Harry would be a mess to deal with if his family killed each other."

The red-eyed man nodded as he stood, his hood fell back at his movement showing a serpentine nose and a lipless lips.

"Wouldn't it be just easier if I took the boy in?"

"It would but Asgardians are men of their word. I gave my word to his Father that if he took Harry in I would give him the means to get his late lover back."

"I suppose I can understand that, Lord Loki." The red-eyed man conceded. "I just don't understand why you hadn't contacted the boy yet."

Loki grimaced.

"It's too soon… he is too young."

"He is doom to start looking for someone - either it be the opposite sex or not – for a romantic relationship."

"He is only fifteen."

"And Midgardians grow faster than Asgardians… they also live only 80/150 - the age depending if your magical or not… although there are wizards that live until their 300 - years."

"You won't let him have such a small life stream, Lord Voldemort." Loki argued.

The red-eyed man, Voldemort was his name, nodded in agreement.

"Indeed I will make sure he won't die. Being my horcrux and your future betrothed is not someone who has a right to die without a fight, Lord Loki. But this doesn't stop the fact that my apprentice has already been given the Talk by his Aunt when she noticed him checking out a maiden in a inn that they were eating at… while his Father had been having a one-night-stand with an unknown male not far away from the boy."

Loki sneered in disgust.

"You should never be with someone if that someone isn't you're the one."

"Midgardians nowadays don't care about those kind of things…" Voldemort explained with a light bow of his head, barely noticeable, as he did so his facial features changed. Voldemort's serpentine nose turned to a human nose, his lipsless lips won rose lips and his bald head won black hair with a few flicks of white here and there. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Lord Loki, I have two spies to break apart before they make my horcrux orphan… again."

"I should go as well, before the All Father notices I'm gone."

Loki turned to leave but stopped, taking a hand to his pocked and taking a small bracelet. It was simple, barely noticeable. It had been moulded in Asgard great furnaces from the richest metal ever found on the whole Yggdrasil. It had been done by the hands of Loki himself, as so as requested to be made in Asgard to give their betrothed as a show of their compromise. Loki turned to Voldemort who accepted the bracelet without even a comment about what it meant. The Dark Lord had studied the Asgardians ways for as long as the man had existed, he would know what Loki was giving him meant and whom it belonged to.

"Won't the All Father notice that you have given It?"

"Harry is under an invisibility spell since his father took him in, neither Him nor Heimdall will be able to see to whom I have given It."

"He will have to find out eventually."

"I know… but until He does I'll keep Harry hidden from Him. He is too young by Asgardian counts and has a too short life stream. Until we take care of that the All Father can't see me with Harry… He'll mess with our future again."

"Taking over Midgardian to attempt to take your lover who had been under a memory charm and a love potion doesn't exactly work to win your lover back."

Loki smirked.

"And that is why I found a way to keep Harry away from bad influences. To give us a second chance." The trickster demi-god said before disappearing.

–CH–

Harry glanced to the side at the sound of apparation, only to see his mentor, Tom Riddle, take his wand from his pocket and send each spy to each side of the clearing.

"Riddle." Harry stated accordingly, bowing his head like the man had taught him.

The wizard approached with a nod of his own head and offered Harry a bracelet.

"Put this on and never take it off."

Harry frowned, accepting the trinket. His mentor would never give him something that was harmful to him, even so, the man had also never gave him something with the order of never taking it off.

"May I wonder what this is before I put it on?"

"A gift from someone who cares about you and wants to keep you protected and safe at all time… it was him who sent me when he realized your family's quarrel." The wizard explained, before he approached both spies as the two started to approach each other ready for round two.

Harry looked back at the bracelet. What had Riddle meant by that?

"Riddle, which arm?"

"Left." The wizard said without looking back or even vacillating in his speech, as the wizard reprimanded both spies, giving them the lecture of their lives.

Harry smiled amused at the sight before putting on the bracelet. He felt a warm coming up his arm all the way to his heart and then to the rest of his body. Whatever it was he had just put on his arm, had made him feel wanted and safe. Something only Dad had ever managed to do.

(TBC)

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I'm surprised only one person found out about Loki being the stray cat that kept appearing from time-to-time

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