Chapter 9

AN - Okay so thank you everyone who has reviewed the last chapter, I am pleased to announce that I have reached an amazing 399 follows and 207 favourites! So I want to say I love you all my faithful readers. So after the slight hint of Brutasha last chapter we now return to the case. I sadly don't own the below material it all belongs to JK Rowling and Marvel. I hope you enjoy the chapter! :)

Just as Harry had promised a runner came by at 0430 to pick them up, leading the sleep deprived team of Avengers through the hallways. They were met with a stressed Harry standing talking to another tech in the center of the Hub. The runner indicated for them to wait until Harry had finished talking. Clint took a moment to check on Harry. He stood there in black tracksuit pants and a grey fitted t-shirt. His hair was out of control and Clint was sure that the man hadn't slept at all that night.

Realising Harry had finished and was making his way towards them; he drew his eyes away from him and scanned the room to distract himself. "Morning guys, how was your night?" Harry said as he met the team by the center console. Grinning Steve confirmed that though the jet lag was still an issue they were good to get started. Nodding Harry walked them into the briefing room to meet the other agents working the team.

Upon entering the room there were two other people waiting in the room, one woman and one man both close to Harry's age. The team entered the room, slowly made their way to the table and sat down on the chairs closest to the doors. Harry walked up to the other agents and happily greeted them. The Avengers sat watching, their curiosity piqued at the familiarity between the three of them.

It was Tony who spoke up first, "How do you think they know each other?" He muttered to the rest of the team as they continued to watch. "I mean they have to know each other well, he only shook hands with Mirren and they said they were friends."

The team realized that, for once Tony was making a good point. The ease with which they were getting along spoke to Steve of a long and deep friendship. Harry laughed at something the male agent said before hugging the woman and placing a light kiss on her cheek before turning to the team. He smiled as he approached the Avengers with the two agents in tow.

"Okay everyone this is a very good friend of mine and a fellow agent on this op, Rowan Marshall," Harry said gesturing to the man who was about 5'10'' with dark blond hair in military cut. He had broad shoulders and was a lot more muscular than Harry. He smiled widely upon introduction and nodded his head to the team in greeting. Harry then continued, "And to my left is the main tormentor in my life, bane of my existence Sophia Taylor." He said as he gestured with a wide smile, "All jokes aside she's a very good friend and a true asset to this op. They both are." The woman in question was about 5'6'' with shoulder length wavy brown hair and dark blue eyes. She had an athletic build and a friendly face as she smiled at the team and murmured a quiet 'Hi' before Harry continued.

"Okay, so update. Baclovitch has been spotted coming into Istanbul, Turkey with two of his own personal guards. He arrived this morning at 0400 coming from Shanghai and immediately went to Jumeirah Pera Palace Hotel. He checked into a Presidential Suite at around £2500 a night, so rather pricey for anyone other than Baclovitch," He gave a small smile and Sophia let out a chuckle at the inside joke, Rowan only shook his head at the other two agent's joking, "Anyway, intel indicates he is there to befriend some new buyers for a larger future intake of what he affectionately calls 'merchandise'" Harry was about to continue the briefing when a tall man entered the room, his greying hair slicked back and his face wrinkled. He carried himself with an arrogance that spoke to a deep history in this particular world, he shut the door and the briefing stopped and everyone turned to look at him.

"Which provides us with a unique opportunity, wouldn't you say Barton?" Both Clint and Harry looked at the man directly before Clint realised it was not him being addressed but his son. Looking away he watched as the two of them met at the side of the room.

"Sir, always good to see you." Harry held out his hand and shook hands with the man, offering him a polite nod, "Can I help you with something Montague? I was in the middle of a briefing." Clint could tell that the greeting was beyond forced.

The man glared "Chief of Staff Montague to you Barton," he gave a sneer before turning to the team and addressing them, "I have just gotten off the phone with the Board and M, they believe it to be in the best interests of this case that a deep cover op is put in place." He looked at the team before turning toward Harry, "Good luck Barton, you've been chosen. You can begin to prep and get the team ready to back you up."

The team sat there in shock, unsure as to what had just happened, Harry turned to the older man and went to step in front of him, "Sir, this was never an undercover op. Why are they suddenly changing in direction?"

The man was about to respond when Clint intervened. "Yeah, no that's not happening. He's barely old enough to be an agent. There's no way he can handle a mission this big. He's just not experienced enough yet." Clint by now had stood and was face to face with the older man. In the heat of the moment though he had missed the look that Harry was giving him.

"Dad, stand down. This has nothing to do with you." Harry attempted to stop Clint but was unsuccessful.

"Harry, I don't think you understand what this guy is capable off. There is no way you could possibly have the experienced for an op as dangerous as this?"

"Clint, stop! I can handle this." The Avengers watching could see that though Clint was oblivious to Harry, the man was slowing losing what little patience he had left.

"Surely there must be another agent that can do this!" It was then that Clint finally noticed Harry, who had gone utterly still, green eyes blazing with fury.

"I'm sorry, and how would you know that? We haven't talked in 10 years - the last time you saw me I was 16. You don't get a say in what I do." By now Harry was directly in front of Clint, shouting in pure uncontrolled rage, "This is my job father and if you can't handle it then we're done. He killed my brother and if the bosses say I'm in for the op, then I'm in for the op!" Clint reeled back in surprise, this was not the son he knew.

Turning away from Clint and the row of shocked faces of the Avengers, Harry looked at the older man and drew his shoulders back "Yes Chief, I'll get ready immediately." The older man smiled and nodded his head before biding the team goodbye and leaving the room.

Rowan and Sophia then approached Harry and began to speak quietly to one another - as the voices began to become more agitated Harry stepped up and put an end to the conversation with "He forced my hand, had Clint not questioned my ability's I wouldn't have had to take the op. So yes it's a shitty situation and I don't want to be there but I don't have a choice. Now I'm going to pick up my packet and go and see Q to get a weapon. I'll see you guys later."

Nodding to the rest of the Avengers – pointedly ignoring Clint when he said "Harry! Harry wait… wait!" Harry left the room leaving the two other agents with the team of Avengers. An uncomfortable silence fell around them.