Chapter 6

AN - So here we go, the long awaited resolution to the cliff hanger that I left you on last chapter. i would apologize but I felt that I needed to end the chapter there. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed, I have never had such a large response to one single chapter. I will again say that as much as I regret it i don't own any of this, it all belongs to JK Rowling and Marvel. So enjoy the chapter, i hope you love it! :)

The solid oak door swung open and a group of agent exited the room. It was the last man that caught Clint's attention, and suddenly his heart rate skyrocketed. The tall man, about 5'11'', shook hands with the fellow agents and ran his hand through the familiar unruly black hair. He looked older now, Clint thought, taller an more filled out but he would never mistake those emerald green eyes that met his as he stood atop the walk way. Confusion coursed through him as they made their way down to the main room.

Mirren approached the group of agents leading the Avengers toward them. Waiting patiently for them to finish, gave Clint the time to look at him properly. He was easily taller than him, though he had the lean figure of a swimmer. Fitted in a nicely tailored suit he carried himself with a confidence that Clint had not seen as a young boy. Finishing the conversation he smiled when he saw Mirren and warmly welcomed the agent with a pat on the shoulder and a firm handshake, turning to the Avengers Harry's eyes immediately fell on Clint.

Recognition coursed through him, replaced suddenly with shock. Then nothing at all. The familiar mask that fell in place shocked Clint, before he left Harry had been an open book. Now though he was a Special Agent, an adult. Most importantly though his son.

Harry shook himself at the sudden realization, remembering that Steve was patiently waiting to shake his hand he made the rounds as Mirren introduced them. When he reached Clint Mirren continued none the wiser.

"And this is Agent Clint Barton, code name Hawk-Eye." Harry smiled ruefully, nodding his head he looked at Mirren

"Oh yes, I know this man Mirren." He patted the agent on the shoulders before stepping forward. Hands clasped awkwardly behind his back, he made eye contact with him, "Hey… dad."

The team took a double take at the address. Harry held out a hand in an uncertain greeting, flexing his fingers slightly. Clint drew himself up in an attempt to appear more confident than he actually felt. "Hello, son."

As soon as an acceptable length of time had passed, they released each other and Harry hurriedly stepped back and addressed the team. Falling into the more secure role as team leader he drew his broad shoulders back and lifted his head slightly.

"As you heard I am Harry Barton, and I'm the lead agent on this op. As you are going to be working nonstop on this op you have been provided with on base accommodation to which I will show you momentarily." He paused for a moment composing himself before he continued. "This room is the central hub for everything on this op. The rooms surrounding it are varied from weapons room to a secure conference room. I will show you round those tomorrow as we are unlikely to get much done today besides briefing you and allowing you to get a handle on the jet lag you all undoubtedly have."

Just then a man stepped forward holding a clipboard that he quickly handed over before hurrying of to do doubt complete another job. Harry looked up at the others "Those men are called runners. They set meeting and briefings up, deliver result of test and updated Intel, they can tell you anything you need to know, as well as give you a location of every agent in the building if you are looking for someone specific." Harry briefly looked at the list murmuring occasionally to Mirren before looking up at the team, "We have a 5 o'clock briefing tomorrow morning so let's get you settled in and deal with the standard questions."

Mirren and Harry then began to make their way over a side door located beneath the walkway that they had previously been standing on. Following after them Clint ignored the looks he was getting form the rest of the team in favour of watching his newly reunited son. It was tense to say the least between them. Though Clint now had an idea as to why Harry had never contacted the family, it still angered him that he had not even bothered to say goodbye. Harry and his siblings were as close as any blood relations, if not closer. Lewis in particular, had seen Harry as a role model, had been heartbroken when he had suddenly left and stopped contacting anyone.

It was then that Clint was pulled from his thought as Harry and Mirren stopped in a comfortable circular room. It had 5 doors leading from it, and the room itself held multiple sofas and arm chairs, with a TV, radio and a table at the back, just off from what looked like a small kitchenette. Harry turned to face them.

"There's a room for each of you. Your personal weapons have been delivered to the armoury to which you can check on them later if you wish. There is a safe in each of your rooms for any personal effects if you wish to put them there. A phone is in each room as your phones will not work down here. You each have a bed, wardrobe and desk, as well as an en suite bathroom that has been fully stocked." He rattled the basics of with a natural ease though Clint noticed that out of the whole team he had yet probably be looked at.

Harry then said that if they wished he could show them the armory now or in the morning after the briefing. Opting to get settled in and make phone calls home the team said they would look at the armory in the morning.

Harry nodded as he and Mirren made their way to the door saying "A runner will be down to collect you at 4:30. Dinner will be delivered here in about 30 minuets, have a good night. If you need anything, buzz the intercom by the door and a runner will sort you out." He nodded his head, as the team began to dispersed he glanced at Clint saying "Say hi to mum and the guys for me?" Clint gave a sharp nod of confirmation to Harry, before he swiftly fled the room leaving the team looking expectantly at Clint, awaiting an explanation.

Clint caught the looks they were giving him and ignoring them made his way to the furthest door to the right. He swung the door open with more force than necessary before closing the door on the rest of the team.

Harry made his way over to his accommodation, along the blank and dark corridors he allowed himself to lose himself in the familiar surroundings. He remembered a time when he was young, when he thought he and his father would always face the world together, that they would never be anything but best friends. He knew it was a child's naivety that had created that dream, but even as he grew up Harry and his father had always been close, they did everything together. Now here he stood once again feeling like a scolded 10 year old under his father's gaze. He truly had missed his family, and had yearned for the day when he could return home to them.