AN – Just so we are all on the same page, I am basing the Character's Looks off the movie. So if Clint was tall in the comic books, he isn't in the movies. Also just bought the Avenger's DVD HAD to watch it. Gah, I just love Clint. Don't get me wrong Tony and Steve are sexy and Bruce is adorable but Clint is just …words can't describe.

After dropping that tid bit of information, Harry and Clint left a smirking Iron Man, an exasperated Black Widow and a bamboozled Captain America in their wake as Clint quickly led his husband to his, no their, room. With a smile Harry kept running his hands all across Clint's body hindering the progress.

"Harry stop until…we get to the room, " Clint gasped as Harry stroked a hand down his side.

Harry didn't answer he merely moved closer lips ghosting Clint's neck.

Shuddering in pleasure, Clint stopped as his knees had weakened in pleasure.

"Mmm, how much further my little love," Harry whispered as his roaming hands slid further south causing the archer to arch.

"Sec..cond door on the right," Clint managed to get out.

Harry grinned predatorily as he scooped up his husband into his arms sauntering over to the door.

"I could have walked you know," Clint pointed out even as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck.

"Don't I need to carry you over the threshold?" Harry replied as he used his magic to open the door.

"Only in the very beginning when you're newly married, like you already did several years ago," Clint explained enjoying the feeling of security that had been ripped from him.

"Hmm, new rule; any new place we will be staying at for any length of time, you must be carried over the threshold," Harry stated as he crossed over the door's threshold and kicking it shut it only to seal it with his magic.

"Any reason?"

"Because I'm a caveman, like you've told me many times before?" Harry teased as he winked.

Clint chuckled and rolled his eyes while Harry scanned their new room. It wasn't small and it certainly was bigger than the normal Shield rooms, however it was quite tiny compared to their room at the Shield Headquarters.

Spotting the bed, Harry laid Clint on the it before withdrawing his wand to enlarge the room both in width and height. Adding on a hammock in a corner of the room higher up with stairs coming from the wall. He also added more windows or magic windows so as to make the room feel more spacious.

There were reasons why they were married and bonded it just happened to include that both liked high places and preferred to be in the air. In the air very few things can hurt you as well as the tactical approach and the freedom of the open spaces was amazing.

Clint eyed his hubby casting spells to appease their needs frowning. For his love to use his wand, he has probably spent more than half of his core already and was too tired to channel his magic for his normal wandless magic. That being said Harry probably hasn't had a break from his using his magic since his mission started.

"Harry," Clinted called out gaining a faint 'hmm' in response, "Leave it till you're rested love."

Harry nodded he was nearly finished anyways.

Spelling away their clothes, Clint and Harry slipped beneath the covers. Pulling Clint close, Harry reverently kissed his husband. Cherishing the way the feel of Clint's lips was once more touching his own. Savoring the way Clint's naked body melded into his own. The feeling of having his other half back was amazing and humbling. Harry could never get enough of his Clint, the fact that this skilled and incredible man loved him was mind boggling to Harry.

However there was something off. His love was kissing with a touch more desperation than normal and a difference in the urgency. It was almost like his Clint was afraid he was going to leave.

Pulling back from the tantalizing lips, and leaning on his elbow, Harry brushed his hand into Clint's hair as he waited for Clint's eyes to open.

"Harry?" came Clint's confused question as his opened.

"I'm not going to leave you again. Fury can shove off," Harry seriously said staring into those beautiful eyes.

Clint looked away and Harry frowned gently cupping Clint's face, "Luv what's wrong?"

The pair silent as Clint formulated his reply and Harry waiting for his husband to speak. He knew his husband well enough by know that Clint will always answer him, however some replies needed a little extra time.

"While you were away I was assigned to the tesseract. It was attacked by Loki and he managed to possessive my body and mind. I eventually broke free but I'm worried that you will feel that it was betrayal," Clint whispered still looking away breaking Harry's heart.

Harry closed his eyes and promised vengeance on Loki if he ever came near his little one again. He had seen the surveillance cameras and any footage he could about his family. Opening them once more, Harry laid on his back bringing his love to rest on his chest.

"It is not betrayal little one as he forced you. It was without your consent. I will not leave you. You are mine. I should have been here to combat his magic. I'm pissed that Fury neglected to tell me about this while I was stuck in the pits of hell," Harry comforted his love running his hands soothingly across Clint's back.

That gained a little chuckle from Clint who replied, "Don't let Tasha hear you."

Harry chuckled, "She would agree with me then curse."

"You won't leave me?" Clint asked lifting his head to look Harry in the eyes.

"Never. Only death could, but then again we're," Harry began only to be cut-off

"His friends, yes I know," Clint answered rolling his eyes tiredly.

Brushing his hand across Clint's cheek, Harry apparated them to the hammock where they both felt more comfortable being safe in the air.

"Let's go to sleep. We can always have hot wild sex later," Harry whispered as Clint settled on top of him.

"Sounds good…you know we left Tasha," Clint slightly mumbled.

"She can handle it. Besides she gets more time with her crush," Harry yawned.

"I don't think Steve knows since she's done nothing but ignore him or short answers," Clint sleep talked.

"That's my sister," was the last coherent thought.

In the Living Room…

"What did he mean babysitter?" Steve questioned looking between his two team mates.

"All field agents have a handler, and since," Natasha paused and took a calming breath before continuing, "Phil was the Avengers, we needed a new one. Harry was mine and Clint's way before Phil but they made him a field agent and couldn't always be our handler. So Phil volunteered since Harry had saved his life a few times, he felt he needed to repay Harry some way. So looking after us when he was gone was one way."

"So what does that mean for us?" Steve questioned. He didn't like having the man in their base as he didn't know the man but he didn't want to upset the two assassins.

"Each handler is different," Natasha shrugged.

"Well, I'm going to get a drink and go inform Brucie what's going on," Tony spoke walking away towards Banner's lab, well technically it was Tony's first but Tony decided that Bruce needed his own lab. As long as Tony was welcome anytime.

"Natasha, I need to know as Team Captain, how this will work out," Steve pressed waving Tony off without looking at him.

Natasha arched her eyebrow and walked away.

Steve watched her go muttering, "Why is this whole team so damn difficult?"

Steve seeing as he was the only one left called Fury to see what in the world was going on.

Later that Night

Harry was slowly drifting awake, as he came to Harry squinted his eyes to read the impossibly small alarm clock before casting a tempus. Seeing that it was eleven at night, Harry thought to himself that he really was exhausted if he had slept the day basically away. What was worrying was the fact that his husband was still asleep and didn't look to be waking anytime soon. Shifting slightly so that his love was resting comfortably on his own, Harry pressed a feather-light kiss to Clint's lips before slipping away to go find some grub and his sister.

Making his way to the kitchen, Harry was rooting around looking for something high calorie when he felt someone enter the kitchen. As he continued to search, he found peanut butter and honey. Now he needed the bread.

"You know could have just ordered out?" Steve pointed out.

Harry continued to putt around gathering the bread making as many sandwiches as he could from the loaf of bread before grabbing the milk and setting his goodies on the table.

"Join me?" Harry asked as he sat down biting into his sandwich.

Steve sat across from Harry, "I called Fury."

"Oh?" Another bite was eaten.

"He says that you are the best one for this job and that you will maybe finally stop nagging at him about Black Widow and HawkEye."

"Yep on both accounts," Harry nodded drink some milk.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Doesn't matter if you trust me or not, but you should trust your team mates," Harry replied grabbing another sandwich.

"They are compromised as they have history with you," Steve said trying hard not to look at the sandwich. It reminded him of home.

"Tasha is my sister and Clint is my husband. Do you really think that I would try and hurt them? Especially since I have personally avenged them whenever someone was wronged them? Especially since the next time I see Loki that I will personally slaughter him into tiny bits and show what it feels like to have his mind raped?" Harry asked his eyes slightly glowing as thoughts of how worried Clint was to doubt his love, "Don't forget that I am extremely pissed off that Loki killed my best friend."

"You don't seem like his death affects you," Steve pointed stubbornly even though he was feeling slightly reassured.

"Would you rather I throw temper tantrum? Would you rather I yell and scream at you for not signing his cards? Or perhaps treating him as a pest? Is that what you want?" Harry questioned ruthlessly having stopped eating and sat staring at Captain America.

"No," Steve answered unsurely.

Harry stared at him for a second before standing and walking around the table. Towering over Steve, Harry looked down at him as Steve stared up and said in a low voice, "Are you feeling guilty at how you treated him? That maybe having a dressing down and furious friend yelling at you will help assuage the guilt that weighs you down?"

Steve didn't need to answer as Harry could see the answer in his eyes, the pleading.

Straightening, Harry backed away, "I won't because Phil wouldn't want me to. Phil was a good man with high morals. I won't disgrace my friendship with him to help you feel better."

Harry left a stunned Captain America at the table with two sandwiches and a glass milk saying over his shoulder, "Eat up Capt'n. You can't dishonor his death by fading away."

Steve looked down at the sandwiches for the first time and noticed that there were indeed two sandwiches on a separate plate in front of him and a glass of milk. Slowly Steve picked up one of the sandwiches and began to eat. Harry was right he owed it to Coulson to live up to the standards that Coulson lived by.

After he left Captain America, Harry wandered into the living room knowing that his sister would be there. Spotting her curled up in the corner of the couch watching news, Harry made his way over to her. Sitting next to her, he placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer allowing her to snuggle into him.

Silence reigned for a moment, before Natasha quietly spoke, "We missed you."

"I know, I did as well," Harry placed a small kiss on the crown of her head.

Another moment of silent stretched between them before Natasha spoke again, "Clint was really worried. I told him you wouldn't leave him."

"Oh?"

"If you didn't abandon me after learning my horrible past, then nothing could tear you away from your soul-mate," Natasha whispered closing her eyes. Being near her brother once more and feeling the protectiveness oozing from him was comforting and lulling her to sleep.

"You are my twin. After searching for you for years only to find you saved by my soul-mate was a blessing; there is nothing that would keep me from you two," Harry promised hugging his sister a little closer.

Natasha smiled and said, "I know."

Harry smiled as well and the sibling sat in the glow of the TV with Natasha dozing off and Harry catching up on his TV shows smiling when his sleepy husband walked into the living room and laid down on the couch with his head resting on Harry's thigh, sighing happily when strong fingers brushed through his hair. Harry smiled thinking how lucky he was to have this moment and hoped for many more.

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