Harry's POV
"How'd you get him out?" Clint asked, voice shaky.
"Cognitive recalibration," I answered, running my hand down his face before beginning to undo the restraints the stupid SHIELD doctors had put on him.
"What does that mean, Harry? Did someone else go poking around in my head?" I could tell he was going to start panicking.
"No. It means I hit you really hard on the head." I said with a small smile.
"Thanks." He was still short of breath but he opened his arms wide and I hugged him for all he's worth.
"I was so worried. What if he had you do something that could have killed you? Or you fought an agent that is just too trigger happy? I'm never letting you out of my sight again,"
"Hey, hey, it's okay, fy nghariad, you're with me now." We descended into peaceful silence. My head on his chest, his heartbeat keeping me grounded as my mind continued to run away from me with all the things that could have happened.
"We don't have to tell you're Mum about what happened do we?" e asked worriedly. Molly Weasley was a formidable woman, especially when her children were involved. Fortunately(or unfortunately) for Clint she considered her children-in-law in that category. He should expect to be smothered by overbearing motherliness next time they go for a visit, which was in a few weeks.
"Well, I definitely think so. We shouldn't keep something like this from her. Although I'm sure I could be convinced otherwise." I smirked as I could see the wheels in his head turning, trying to figure out what I wanted.
"Harry?" I frowned when I saw that frown marring his face, "How many agents did I take out?"
"None," I replied, holding his face in my hands, "I got you before you specifically could do much damage. But..."
"But what? Who?"
"Loki stabbed Phil. Ran him through with that sceptre." Clint started to shake, so I wrapped my arms around him and whispered into his ear the rest, "He's still alive. Fury doesn't want me to tell you this. He's using Phil's 'death' as leverage to get his Avenger team to work out their problems and beat Loki."
"Well, um, if, if I put an arrow through Loki's eye socket I'd sleep better, I suppose."
"Now you sound like you," I said, planting a chaste kiss on his lips.
"But you don't." He replied, making my heart clench. "You're a spy, not a soldier, not anymore. Now, you want to wade into another war, why?"
"I've been compromised. He took my husband, He controlled my husband," I could see my eyes staring to glow in my reflection on the window, "He took my husband. He took you, Clint. This isn't war this time, it's revenge. This "war" as you put it is just an easy way to accomplish that." I stood up and headed towards the door. "I'm going to take my anger out on my magic proof room. Take it easy and rest while you can."
"I will, fy nghariad."
I stormed onto the bridge where Fury was overseeing the Battle.
"They're fish in a barrel down there." I heard the Captain say over the comms.
"Director Fury, do you want me to go help?"
"No, Phoenix, you are staying here. I didn't want you to be an Avenger so that we can keep using you for undercover missions. After this Agents Barton and Romanoff won't have that option again. Frankly, we need you."
"Then what should I do now, I can't just sit around and knit Director."
"Go get dressed in full battle gear with a mask, just in case."
"With my extra armour?" It was brand new and I couldn't wait to try it on. Basilisk hide. I can't believe I hadn't thought of making armour from my kill when I was 12.
"Yes, sure, I know you have been wanting to use it in the field. Dismissed." He said and turned back to the monitors. Just as I was leaving I heard,
"Stark, we got him."
"Banner?"
"Yeah."
It didn't stop the worry, but it eased it a bit. They might win. My dark green basilisk hide pieces went onto of my SHIELD issue bodysuit as green accents at the wrist, shoulder, and replaces the combat boots.
I arrived at my training room and put on my "armour". Basilisk hide is fire-proof, water-proof, and bulletproof, perfect for muggle battle.
I had a roll of basilisk skin in my trunk in case of the need for repairs, so I conjured a mask and fused the basilisk skin against it.
I made my way back to the bridge. On the way I ran into Fury who was talking to one of the Avengers through comms on the PA system.
"Stark, you hear me? You have a missile headed straight for the city."
"How long?"
"Three minutes, max., the payload could wipeout midtown." He looked up and saw me. I nodded, we both knew I could handle it. "I have a specialist en route."
"Will they make it?"
"Yes, Stark, just start guiding it to the portal, they'll meet you there."
"I got it, Fury." We exchanged glances and I left onto the deck to turn into my animagus form and flashed away.
"Sir, there seems to be another living being on the missile."
"Is it Chitauri, JARVIS?"
"No, sir seems to be human."
"Hello, Mr Stark."
"Agent Sexy, what are you doing here? Nice mask."
"Thanks, I'm the specialist-" I was cut off when Agent Romanoff's voice came through Stark's comms.
"I can close it, can anybody copy, I can shut the portal down."
"Do it!" Came the Captains voice.
"No, don't, I got a nuke coming in. The specialist and I know just where to put it." I continued to look under the control panel of the missile to see if it could be disabled in the time left. We entered the city just as I realised it couldn't be disarmed.
"Stark, this requires too long to disable. Go fight, I'm gonna put this through that portal then close it. Doesn't matter if I'm through or not."
"Yes sir, Agent Sexy, sir," He let go of the missile and I began to apparate it. Each time I jumped us higher into the sky. My phoenix form could just carry it, but there is no room to grip. My arms were wrapped around it like a hug, a cold, lethal hug. When we arrived at the mouth of the portal I apparated onto one of those space whales I could see about 65 yards in. The air was being sucked out of my lungs. I apparated to a yard off the exit before I started to see it close and darkness enveloped me.
All-Powerful Narrator View
"Come on, Agent Sexy," Siad Tony from where he was standing next to Natasha on the roof of Stark Tower. All the Chitauri had fallen over dead a few seconds ago.
"Close it," Said Steve, from where he and Thor were on the ground. The two headed towards the roof of Stark Tower, as did Hawkeye from his current rooftop and the Hulk from where he was having his King Kong Moment on a skyscraper.
Natasha put the scepter to the base of the tesseract and the portal closed. They all kept their eyes on the sky, so when they saw the black figure falling from the point the portal closed Hulk caught him as he leapt from his 'personal' skyscraper to Stark Tower.
He placed the body down next to Natasha and Tony just as Thor and Steve arrived after 'the hammer pulled (them) off'. According to JARVIS Hawkeye was in the elevator.
Tony removed Harry's mask and checked his pulse.
"Is he still a-" Tony shook his head. He turned to Agent Romanoff.
"Does he have any family?"
"I don't think so, I've never met him before today. The kid looks too young to be an agent." The elevator dinged as Clint stepped onto the roof.
"Who died?" he asked, half-joking, half-dead serious.
"The super young specialist Fury sent to help the Man of Iron with that missile, was it?" Clint got closer to the body but couldn't the face. He was hoping with all his heart that it wasn't Harry, even if he came back it was always so terrifying when he died.
It was Harry.
He dropped to his knees next to the still body.
"Clint?" asked Natasha as she stepped closer, "Do you know him?" She was ignored as Clint started to rock, muttering, clutching his dead husband.
"He'll wake up, he'll wake up, he'll wake up" It was a mantra.
The Hulk roared, maybe because of a fallen comrade, maybe because there was nothing left to smash. There was a sharp intake of breath as the emerald green eyes they had all sen earlier that day opened. Clint gave a watery chuckle, still holding the smaller, younger man to his chest.
"I told you not to do that to me anymore. I was so worried." Clint said pressing a kiss to Harry's head. "And you're older brothers would probably decide it was my fault."
"That they would, cariad," Harry said standing up, but Clint pulled him closer as they stood so that he was leaning heavily on him.
"I know you're tired, fy nghariad, don't try to deny it," Clint said with a chuckle.
"I won't," he replied, "but don't you have a god to deal with downstairs" That snapped the Avengers out of their revelry as they all headed to the elevator.
"So, now that you're alive again, can you explain how you got the missile into the portal, Agent Sexy?" Tony said as they all went down.
"What?" Clint growled, tightening his grip on Harry.
"It's Agent Potter, Mr Stark, and no, it's classified." The elevator opened and they saw Loki getting out of a Loki-shaped crater to go lean on the counter. They all went and surrounded Loki. He turned around.
"If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink n-" He was cut off by his head snapping to the right. Harry had just punched him.
"That's what you get for controlling my husband, bitch." Loki spat out a tooth and then grinned goofily at Harry. "You-" He launched himself at Loki only to be stopped by Clint's arms around his waist. "If I wanted to kill you, nothing would save you," he spat, "not even your Jotun and Aesir blood." The sclera of his eye went black and his eyes went bright enough to light up the room. Loki got greyer and greyer as if the life was being sucked out of him. Clint and the Avengers saw this too so Clint picked him up and threw him over his shoulder and began to walk away.
"That's enough for today, Harry"
"No, Clint, let me go! I won't even kill him! Let me punch him one more time! I'm going to tell my brothers that you man-handled me! And my sisters! And my godson! And my Mum!" Clint's steps faltered a bit as he took them into the elevator. "And you're not allowed to fuck me for a whole mon-" The rest of his tirade was cut off by the elevator doors closing.
"I kinda want one." Said Tony after the doors had shut.
"One what"
"A fiery boyfriend that I can carry away when he gets to be too much."
"From what I got they're husbands, not boyfriends, but I agree, I want one too. Maybe even that one, the Harry."
"Shut up, brother," Thor said as he slapped the muzzle onto Loki's face.