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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Marvel or any of the characters from the books or movies, they belong to J. K. Rowling and to Stan Lee. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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: 2,154


"Talking"

"Talking in another language than English"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time


Chapter X

–Discoveries–

1995

"Sir?" The black one eyed man, looked up at the agent entering with one page. "I found Chick Sasha."

At once the director grabbed the paper and read it.

"How so?"

"I meant his technique, sir. A 10 years old boy who played around the circus with a staff making it grow and degrow with a simple trick of his hands… making 'magic tricks' for anyone willing to pay a dollar." The agent explaining, pointing at the exact paragraph with the mentioned subject.

The director read it closely and then gave the paper back.

"Well done, Agent Coulson. Now who is this boy?"

"The nephew of one of workers, Charles 'Barney' Barton. He was a swordsman I think."

"Where is Mr Barton?"

"Dead, sir." Fury raised an eyebrow. "He was the man Hawkeye warned me about, before he killed him."

Fury returned to what he had been doing.

"Find Barton Senior and Junior."

Phil bowed his head and turned, leaving.

–CH–

Harry huffed with a sigh. Since Dad had seen that Agent he had grown broodier than ever. Dad didn't even knew the man! So what if the man was a look alike, was an agent and even was named Philip? That didn't make him THE Philip. Harry looked up from his dinner that he was picking on to the counter where Dad was hinting on a man. Aunt not far away from him, with a drink in hand. She had threatened that he would either come with her for a drink or she would kick his ass to kingdom kong… knowing the woman she was quite able to do so. So Dad had agreed on following her to a bar with Harry, giving Harry a 'real' dinner while the two stuffed their necks with drinks and hint on the men on the bar. IT WAS EMBARRASSING!

Harry should have learnt by now to stay in the caravan… honestly!

"You shouldn't pick on your food, you know?" a male voice asked as someone sat by his side.

Harry jumped on his seat and his small staff immediately flew to his hand as he turned to the man. The man grabbed Harry's hand, lowering it down with a smile in place. Harry's eyes grew. It was… it was that agent!

"Ex-excuse me?"

"The food has done you no wrong, I'm afraid… Sasha, isn't it?"

"You must be confounding me with someone else, sir."

Agent Philip smiled. He even had the smile that sometimes attracted Dad in the men he hinted on.

"My name is Philip, Philip Coulson." The man introduced with a nod and when the bartender approached he turned to him with a smile. "I would like the same as my nephew."

The bartender picked a look at Harry who smiled back and then the man nodded.

"Right away, sir."

Harry waited for the man to leave before losing the smile.

"You're not my Uncle!"

"Would you have preferred if I had used the term father?" the agent asked instead. "And do save that, it's time for dinner after all."

Harry hissed, but pocketed his staff again.

"Why are you here?"

"Obviously, Sasha…"

"Don't call me that."

"Until you tell me your name, that's the name I'll use."

"Henry… and it's Sacha. You're doing the wrong accentuation." Harry blushed at his slip. "I mean…"

Philip smiled.

"Henry Phillip Sacha Barton, it is."

Harry's eyes grew.

"If you already knew my name then why…" Harry peeked to where Dad and Aunt were and then back to the agent. "Why isn't the whole agency here?"

"Because unless you want your Dad to end up dead…" Harry shook his head at once. "Then I'm here to understand how your Dad's mind works. Who he is, why he does what he does. The man behind the mask."

"Why you?"

Coulson opened his mouth to answer but stopped and then the bartender served him. When they were alone again, the agent started to eat while looking pointedly at Harry. Harry blushed but followed suite.

"Because I was the only one your Dad showed a sign of even a little respect. Besides, he knew my name even before he met me. I'm interested to know why."

Harry hummed, when he opened his mouth to speak a glare from Coulson made him close it again and swallow what he had in there.

"My namesake… was an Agent named Philip. He died before Dad had even heard of me. He most likely called you by that name because you are the first person I ever met that takes all the requisites for Dad's one-night-lovers…" Harry looked down at his plate, picking on it. "You are the first to have almost if not all the resemblances… except that you're too young. From what I gathered he was way older than you."

"So I look like an old lover from your Dad? And even share a name?"

Harry shrugged.

"He was never really Dad's lover. More like someone Dad fancied but never got the guts to admit it… and now he fucks with every look alike he meets." The teen groaned looking up to his Dad kissing the other man.

Coulson hummed, drawing Harry's attention back to him.

"How do you prefer to be called?"

"Harry… everyone calls me Harry. Except for Aunt, but it was because of her that I got my Russian name anyway so it's normal that she insists on calling me that at all time."

"Pleasure to meet you, Harry. You can call me Phil."

Harry found himself smiling.

"No agent tittle?"

Phil shook his head, drinking from his juice that only then Harry noticed was the exact same as Harry. Harry blushed at realizing that the bartender had given the man exactly everything alike how Harry had requested, even to the point of no mushrooms.

"We are both here to meet under the mask, so no agency from me." The man explained.

"You know… you didn't need to ask the same as me… I know I'm a little pickie on my food but…"

"This is exactly how I eat my food." Phil argued. "But I do not play with my food."

Harry went ever redder and stopped stabbing his meat and instead put it in his mouth.

"Henry." Harry looked up as in no moment both Aunt and Dad had sat by their table. "You should have called us at once!" Dad hissed under his lips so only Harry would hear, sitting in a position to keep himself between Harry and the 'stranger'.

"Phil just wanted to meet you, Dad… the real you." Harry argued. "Besides you were busy making out with the man by the bar." Clint turned to Harry ready to scold him when Harry grinned mischievously. "Don't worry I withheld all the embarrassing old stories… for later blackmail."

"Henry Barton!"

"I sure hope to hear them one of these days, Harry." Phil said with a chuckle.

Just like Harry expected just the voice made his Dad tense shoulders relax and although his facial expression become impassive, his eyes showed longing. Clint turned to Phil.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"Eating dinner… someone has to keep Harry company and teach him manners while other people instead let him do as he wishes just so they can snog the first face they see."

Harry blushed and lowered his head, starting to pick on his food again. Before he could stab his tomato one more time, a hand grabbed his, stopping him effectively. Glancing up he could see a mere rose colour on his Dad's face as Phil grabbed Harry's hand over the table.

"That is not the way to cut food, Harry."

Harry felt Dad tense and he could see clearly some kind of déjà vu pass by his Dad's eyes.

–CH–

Life was finally going good. Dad had finally stopped with the one-night stands, sure they were still on the run and Dad and Aunt were still killers for hire. Harry glanced at his family as the two were arguing over the local computer on the local public library, before turning around and leaving the library. A man in his middle 30s in a suit was there, leaning against a car parked on the side-road. At noticing Harry he took his sun-glasses and looked at Harry, smiling. Yep, life was good.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry grinned, approaching.

"Should I warn Dad and Aunt that you caught on to us again?"

Phil made an outraged look.

"What? You were supposed to be hiding?"

Harry chuckled and popped on the hood of the red Chevrolet that Phil was leaning against.

"Nice car."

Phil raised an eyebrow at Harry, crossing his arms. Harry almost expected for him to start tapping his foot on the ground. Groaning, Harry got out of on top of the car and immediately Phil cleaned the spot Harry had sat on.

"You really do need some manners teaching."

Harry huffed.

"Don't let my mentor hear you say that… he would give me quite the earmouth."

"When I meet him, I will." Phil agreed, only for Harry to groan. He was soooo dead. "Seat."

Harry looked at Phil puzzled only to see him pointing directly to the seats in the car. Harry grinned and walked around the car entering and sitting, Phil sat by the wheel.

"Where are you taking me today?"

"Lunch. It's pass eating time. Can't believe your Father lets you pass so much time unguided."

"Dad's inside with Aunt working… I mean…" Harry added looking at the agent, tensing.

Phil looked from the road towards Harry and then back to the road.

"You do know I can't let him continue with what he does, don't you?"

"I do… But Dad and Aunt are the best there is on what they do… the only reason you aren't dead yet is because of me."

Phil nodded, not arguing.

"Your family could work with me at the agency… if they would stay still long enough to listen to orders."

Harry hummed, looking out the window.

"Aunt used to work to an agency when I first met her. A Russian agency. Dad stopped her attack back then. It was then that I went to Uncle Barney at the circus. When Aunt found out she screamed some sense into Dad and forced him to come get me… on the day you three met."

Phil hummed, stopping the car before a diner.

"So I missed you by a couple of hours. It's good to know that your Aunt was there to put some sense into your Father. It was me, but it could have been your Dad or your Aunt's enemies. And trust me they have made quite the lot."

Harry got out of the car a little dejectedly at leaving the car what made Phil grin.

"I know. I was what… 7? when Dad adopted me. I was with him all the way."

"Did he usually left you alone?" Phil asked as they entered and sat.

Harry shook his head.

"My first tutor, Kari, used to look over me while Dad went to 'work'. He had the rule of never leaving me alone. Besides back then we lived on motels." Harry smiled at the waiter when he approached. "A burger, please." Phil coughed. "And a soup."

The waiter turned to Phil.

"Just coffee for me, thank you."

The waiter nodded and left. Harry looked at the man walking away and took a hand to his bracelet at the way it warmed up.

"After I returned to Dad, Aunt was with us and we had the caravan. Besides you saw me… I can take care of myself."

"Yes I saw what you did to me… I'm still working on believing it… and understanding it."

Harry grinned and pretended to zip his mouth, what won him a fake glare from the agent.

"Here it is…" Harry looked up as the waiter returned with their food, serving Harry his soup and Phil his coffee. "Would you want anything to drink?"

Harry opened his mouth to ask for a coke but a glance at Phil made him think better.

"Just a bottle of water, thanks."

The waiter nodded with a smile.

"No problem."

Harry watched as he turned around and returned to the counter.

"I see that fighting skills is not everything you inherited from your Father…"

"Wha….?" Harry turned to Phil confused as the man smiled into his coffee.

"You were practically checking out the waiter."

"I was not!" Harry found his eyes turning back to the waiter, who was happening to look back and winked back. Harry blushed and turned to Phil at once as his bracelet warmed really hot. "O.M.S. … Don't tell Dad…"

Phil smiled and did a movement Harry would've never picture him doing: he pretended to zip his own mouth. Harry massaged the bracelet, trying to cool it down so it wouldn't burn him.

(TBC)


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Thanks to Melin_On_Asgard(AO3) who helped me giving a title to this chapter even though she'd never read this crossover before

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