Greetings from the reeeaaaly hot Germany. Seriously it's so hot I think my brain is melting... but anyway I got a new chapter ready.

Aaaaand Hedwig is coming back! :D

And Harry properly meets the Avengers and everyone is confused and overwhelmed and emotions are running high xDD

ok enough already you enjoy the story and I jump back into the pool, the only place where it's somwhat comfortable at these temperatures.

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Chapter 5

Waiting till Harry had left the room with Pepper Tony asked "So, not that I am not happy to meet the hatchling, but weren't you supposed to just meet him? Get to know him before you brought him here? I mean you're lucky I got a headstart on preparing his room for him."

"There was a change of plans" Clint growled.

"Yeah I gathered that. You know that there is only a bed and a dresser in his room? It looks like a prison cell like that. If I had had more time I could have had his whole room ready." Tony was pouting at the missed chance of going all out on a teenage room. Just imagine what cool things and gadgets he could have included.

"The Dursleys threw him out the second they heard he was my son. They were happy to get rid of him, can you imagine that? They didn't even wait to get any proof! What was I supposed to do?" Clint was pulling at his hair in despair.

"Ok, that ... is vile. Do you need me to find blackmail material on them? Cause I could totally do that!"

"Yeah find everything you can about them. I want to know in detail how they treated him. And then I will make them pay." At this moment Steve reentered the room.

"Well then you might want to know what I found when I was helping Harry pack. But you wont like it!", Steve warned. Clint just waved with his hand in continue motion.

"Most of his things were locked in the cupboard under the stairs. It was locked with 3 locks. And by the looks of it they were quite old. Inside the cupboard was a small lumpy mattress and sign that was painted by a child which read 'Harrys room'. I think he lived there at least for a while. His room upstairs was small and filled with broken toys. The door had several locks on it but they were open. And something that looked like a catflap was at the bottom of the door. The furniture was old and rackety. Harry was able to pack his whole belongings in ten minutes and said that was all he had. And I'm sure you have noticed the state of his clothes." Steve finished.

"Do you think he was mistreated?", Bruce, who had stayed in the background asked softly.

"I don't know. God Lily would be ashamed of her sister." Clint had known it wouldn't be easy but now he realized just how difficult it would get to get Harry to trust him. He had no reason to. He probably didn't even know how to trust an adult.

Just then Pepper came back.

"How is he?" Clint inquiered.

"As well as can be expected after been thrown in a new life all of a sudden. He seems confused and overwhelmed. Just give him some time."

"I could check him out tomorrow. Give him a physical evaluation. That may tell us if he was indeed mistreated." Bruce offered. He liked to help the shy young man and he was a doctor so he didn't like his patients in pain, if there was any.

"Mistreated?" Pepper screeched.

"We don't know that yet", Tony tried to calm her down. "By the way Bruce if you check him tomorrow could you draw some blood, to verify if he is indeed Clints son?"

"He IS my son!", Clint said.

"Yes but proof will always be good. And besides, with it you could officially claim him as your own. Nobody could take him away from you" Tony reasoned. Clint had to admit that it has it's merrits but he didn't want to make Harry feel, as if he didn't trust him.

"We wouldn't have to tell him. I have to draw a little bit of blood anyway to make sure he is up to date with his vaccines." Bruce comforted him.

"And after that maybe you should take him shopping. Get a few things for his room. And a new wardrobe. The things he is wearing are little better than rags. It might show him that you really mean it and that he can ask for things from you" He had to admit, Pepper was right. It might also give him a chance of getting to know his son, what he liked and what interested him.

"And we should get some meat on his bones. He is literally skin and bones" Natasha piped in.

"Yeah you're right. Well it's dinner time. Jarvis could ask Harry what he would like to eat." Clint asked.

"Mr. Potter is currently asleep."

"Oh ... uhm ... Should I wake him?" he asked no one in particular.

"Let him sleep a little while longer and we order something in in the meantime. We can wake him when the food is here." Pepper, the always reasonable one, said.

"Yeah Jarvis order a bit of everything since we don't know what the hatchling likes. I was thinking a little Italian and a little Chinese, a few Burgers." Tony was enthusiatic.

"And Jarvis notify us if he is awake before dinner arrives." Clint told the AI.

"Certainly Mr. Stark and Mr. Barton"

Just a few minutes later Jarvis said "I ordered the food per your request it should arrive in about fifteen minutes. And it seems as if young Mr. Potter is caught up in a nightmare. His puls is elevated and he is in danger of falling of the windowsill if he keeps moving around in his sleep." Jarvis dutifully informed the gathered team members. He didn't even finish when Clint was already on his way to his appartment and to the second bedroom, now Harrys room.

Once there he saw Harry indeed having a nightmare. He was moving in his sleep as if he was trying to fend someone off all the while crying Cedric again and again.

Clint rushed forward and caught the teen just as he was about to topple of the padded windowseat.

"Shh it's just a nightmare. You're safe at Stark Tower." Harry had gone still and looked with unfocused eyes at Clint, at first not recognizing him. "Relax. It's just me. You're safe." Clint soothed his son. A few seconds later Harry was completly awake and reluctantly freed himself of the comforting embrace of his father. It was nice, he supposed, but strange for him seeing as he never had been comforted after a nightmare. Embaressed he looked away.

"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to bother you."

"Harry you didn't bother me. I will always gladly help you if you need it. And I will be here when you just need someone to talk about what's on your mind. And you don't need to call me sir. I understand that you're not comfortable calling me Dad yet, but you can just call me Clint." He waited till Harry nodded in aknowledgement and continued "Do you want to tell me what your nightmare was all about? It sometimes helps to talk about it" After Harry shook his head Clint sighed.

"Well ok. we ordered dinner, it should arrive soon. We didn't know what you would like so we ordered a little bit of evreything." Hearing this Harrys eyes widened "I'm not picky" he said and a small smile made his way on his lips. Someone cared enough to go to such lenghts just because they didn't know what he would like.

Seeing his son smile Clint breathed a little easier. It was a pompous gesture of Tony but it brought a smile on Harrys face, so who was he to argue?

"Come on then squirt" with a ruffle to Harrys hair Clint stood up to usher Harry up back to the living room.

"Ah just in time. The meal was just delivered." Thor exclaimed loudly and joyously.

"Choose something before those men have eaten it all!", Natasha advised him while she was slapping Thor hands away from the food.

Harry nervously took a container filled with chinese. He never had something like this but was curious to try it. At the same time he wasn't used to get the first pick. At the Dursleys he got whatever was left and at Hogwarts or at the Weasleys there were so many hungry people that he mostly waited till they had taken what they wanted.

Looking around one more time to assure himself that it really was okay to take the container, he smiled. Steve gave him a fork, rightly assuming that he didn't know how to eat with chopsticks.

After everyone had found something they chose a seat somewhere.

"So Harry do have some ideas for your room yet?" Pepper asked him kindly.

"Oh uhm ... I don't know."

"Well what colors do you like?"

"Red. It's the color of my school house."

"Ah so you're a Gryffindor, just like your mum." Clint said grinning proudly. He always had loved listening to Lily as she described her school. She had loved it there.

"Yeah, but the hat wanted to put me in Slytherin first." Harry didn't know why he disclosed that. He had never told anyone not even Ron and Hermione. Maybe he wanted to see if his father would be dissappointed.

"And why didn't he?" Clint asked neutrally.

"I asked him not to."

"Your mother wouldn't have cared which house you ended up in. She even had friends in Slytherin. She would have been proud of you no matter what. And I am too." Clint assured him.

"So what's this about houses?" Steve asked curiously. And so Harry began describing Hogwarts and Clint saw the same love, the same fire in these emerald eyes that he had seen in Lily. He marvelled at how much like her he was, but at the same time totally different.

Harry didn't tell them about the adventures he had faced while in Hogwarts. That was a discussion for another day. So he just described the castle, the surrounding grounds and what he was learning about in his classes. He even told them a little about his two best friends. It was astounding to him that he could talk with Muggles about Hogwarts and they didn't think of him as a freak or tell him to shut up. They even encouraged his tales with questions of their own.

After yawning for the third time now Clint interrupted his story telling.

"Even though I like to hear more it's getting late now and you've had a long day. It would be morning now in England. You should go to bed."

Completely baffled that someone cared when he slept he nodded and let Clint take him to their appartment, wishing everyone a good night and getting warm sayings of good night and sleep well in return.

Arriving at his room, they both saw Hedwig waiting disgruntled outside his window. Sheepishly opening the window for his companion, Harry gave the beautiful owl an owl treat.

"Sorry girl.", he murmured. With a clip to his ear, Hedwig took the treat and took off to her cage. Clearly not ready to forgive her master just yet for letting her wait outside for some time.

"She really is something, eh?" Clint asked amused.

"You have no idea", Harry replied, gazing affectionately at his first friend, who was settling down to sleep.

Laying down in his new bed after Clint told him that he could come to him if he needed him or if he had a nightmare again and showing him where his master bedroom was, Harry thought about the strange day he had had.

These people were welcoming him into their lives without any question. They accepted his magic and were even curious about his life and what he like and wished for.

Harry had to admit it was a nice feeling, being wanted. And with a smile he slept, for once without nightmares as his exhausted body succumbed to sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed it. It's more of a filler chapter. In the next chapters there will be more Clint/Harry father/son bonding and quality time.

Till next time :D