Hiya, here I am again :D

Wow I am surprising myself at how fast I can write new chapters like every day xD But knowing me it won't last long. Festival season has just begun after all and then there is work and beautiful weather that's just begging me to leave my Laptop and go outside. So enjoy it while it lasts xDD But as I said I'll try to update at least once a week. I know how it's like to wait for ages for new chapters ... it's torture .

Someone commented why Harry still looks like James, when he is Clints son ... I just wrote the explanation in Chapter 6 a few minutes ago, so hold on a little longer. I promise it's not just a coincidence or an oversight of me. There is a plan somewhere in my twisted and chaotic mind xD

And again I have to thank you all for being so awesome. Your reviews are like honey *_* and they motivate me to write even faster, hehe. I'd never have thought that so many people would actually read this or even like this. Thank you so much for giving me a chance. I try not to disappoint.

So now, Clint and Harry FINALLY meet, yaaayy :D

Enjoy!

...

Chapter 3

Once in Surrey Natasha was landing the quinjet at a nearby park. From there the party of three walked the short distance to Number 4, Privet Drive.

Clint stood before the door, about to knock on it, but he couldn't move.

„Clint?", Steve asked quietly.

„What if he doesn't like me?" He asked with a forlorn expression on his face.

„Of course he will like you. You are his father. It might take a little getting used to on both your sides but you'll see. It will all work out.", Steve clasped a hand on Clints shoulder in a comforting way.

With one last steadying breath Clint knocked loudly on the door. From within the house you could hear muffled yelling, that sounded like „Freak get the door!", but Clint was sure to have misheard that.

A few moments later a small dark haired bespectacled boy opened the door and then gasped, unable to say anything. He recognised the man on the doorstep from the photographs he had found just hours before. He had hoped, that his biological father was still alive, but he had thought to get an answer from Nick Fury first, not to find his father on the porch of his relatives home.

„Are you Harry?", Clint asked with a wavering voice, clearly overwhelmed by the whole situation. He saw Harrys eyes, the same eyes he had fallen in love with all those years ago. In his mind there was no doubt, that this was Lilys son. Although he must say that Harry resembled James Potter quite a bit. But he still could find traces of himself in the boy. The strong jaw for one, and the curve of his lips, as said boy smiled a little shyly up at him.

„I'm Clint, your father", he managed to say after gathering his thoughts.

„I know", Harry whispered in awe. „I've seen the photos my mom kept. You don't look all that different than when they where made."

Clint was speechless. A little cough behind him reminded him of his companions. „Yeah ... uhm ... these are Natsha Romanov and Steve Rogers. They're friends and colleagues of me." He introduced them to his son.

„Maybe we should move this inside?", Natasha suggested.

„Yeah, ok come on in, but I don't know how my relatives will react. I haven't told them about ... this ... yet." Harry stammered. Panicked, how this would turn out now. He didn't want his father to know that his relatives hated him. What if he would hate him too?

„Boy what's taking so long?", they all heared the enraged scream of Vernon Dursley. Clint lifted an eyebrow in confusion. Why did he speak to his son like that?

Harry showed the three into the living room, but before he could explain Dudley screamed excitedly „You're part of the Avengers!" Confused, Harry looked between Dudley and his guests. What the hell were the Avengers? Even Vernon and Petunia looked awestruck.

„Captain America, Black Widow and Hawkeye, it's an honour!", Petunia exclaimed. „Can I get you some tea?"

Harry was now beyond confused and didn't understand what his relatives were talking about or why they were so polite all of a sudden.

„No thank you ma'am, we are here on matters regarding your nephew Harry Potter", Steve declined the offer politely.

„What has he done now?", Vernon grunted.

„He hasn't done anything, but recent information told us, he is my son" Clint pressed out between clenched teeth. How dare that fat oaf talk about Harry like this. At his words silence reigned.

„Well then you can take him right with you!", Vernon said, now decidedly less enthused at meeting the Avengers.

„What do you mean take him with us? Don't you want to see any confirmation? Harry has lived with you for 14 years, surely you ..." Natasha didn't get any further, because Vernon screamed, spittle flying „He can leave this house and never come back. We put up with him for 14 years for you, you can raise your own damn brat now!"

Everyone was shellshocked for a moment, before Clint growled „Harry, we're leaving. Get your things. Steve help him."

„Come Harry, let's get your things" Steve said gently to the teen who was looking wide eyed at the scene. Sure he had known that his relatives hated him but to send him off with someone who could very well be lying to them and without any prove whatsoever, was hard to take in. Depressed Harry just nodded.

As they were about to pass the cupboard under the stairs Harry stopped. „My school things are in there. Uncle Vernon doesn't allow freakishness in the house." He explained bitterly. Steve chose not to comment on that yet and regarded the small cupboard door. It was secured with 3 locks. Sighing he ripped the door clean of it's hinges, not even bothering with finding a key. Harry crawled quickly in the cramped space to get a big trunk, which was obviously quite heavy.

„Let me", Steve offered. Once Harry had stepped aside Steve took the trunk lifting it as if it weighed nothing. While doing so he noticed the lumpy mattress in the corner of the cupboard as well as an old drawing with „Harrys room" on it. He decided to ask Harry later about it, so they could leave this wretched place as soon as possible.

Harry showed Steve to his bedroom where he quickly got his few belongings and threw them in the trunk. Steve noticed how he even took some things out beneath a loose floorboard. After a few minutes Harry declared that he was finished.

„That's all?" Steve asked astounded.

„That's all I have", Harry answered.

Gulping, Steve nodded. Clint would not be happy with this. He hoped he hadn't already killed the Dursleys.

After coming down to living room again, they noticed the tense atmosphere. The Dursleys looked absolutely terrified, whereas Natasha was grinning dangerously. Clint still had a sourly expression.

„Finished already?", he asked in surprise.

„Yes, sir" Harry said, looking at everything but his father.

„Okay then lets get out of here." he said and let them all to the quinjet that they had parked at the park under stealth cloak, Steve carrying Harrys trunk and Harry carrying the empty cage for Hedwig. She still wasn't back, but he was sure that she would find him eventually. During the silent walk Harry observed his father and his two companions, with slight apprehension. His whole live had suddenly changed in a matter of hours. Just this afternoon, he had found out about his father believing he had at least a few days before he would get Furys answer, but in the late evening he was leaving all he had ever known with his newfound father and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.

...

Till next time! ;)