A/N: I don't own anything related to DC, MARVEL, or Harry Potter except merchandise.
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Natasha crumpled up the piece of parchment when she finished reading it. Her handler was berating her for not having turned up anything useful yet.
"Hey Natasha."
She looked up from her spot, surprised someone had managed to sneak up on her.
"Hey Ward."
"What are you doing out here?"
"I got stopped by an owl, apparently it couldn't wait for breakfast tomorrow."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, just my father wanting to check in on me."
"Well at least he cares enough to write."
"Yours has written as well."
"Yeah to make sure I was getting good marks, because my brother told him I was struggling."
They sat in silence for a moment before Ward broke it.
"Want to go down to the lake? Some sixth years are going to mess with the giant squid."
"As funny as it will be to see them get beat by a squid, I still haven't finished Flitwick's essay."
"Oh okay, I'll catch you later." he walked away.
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"Gah, who cares about who fought on what side of a goblin rebellion 8,000 yers ago?" Helen complained.
"Okay, I know you know it wasn't that long ago." Jane said.
"I'm kind of with Helen on this one." Bruce said. "How does this impact our lives now? Everyone from then is dead…or really really old."
"I guess that's what Binns wants us to think about." Jane theorized.
"He only cares because he probably lived through it." Bruce said.
"He is just as boring as his class." Helen complained.
"That we can agree on." Jane said. "He just drones on and on at the same tempo and volume."
"I'm just going to put this away for now, I'll ask Pepper about it tomorrow." Helen said.
"I didn't know Pepper was a history buff." Bruce said.
"She isn't, but Phil Coulson is, and they share the same house." Helen explained.
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"You received an invite as well, I see." Peggy said coming to sit by Sif when the boys left the breakfast table.
"You too?"
Peggy held up her copy of the letter they received.
"You know what this means, right?" Peggy asked.
"I do."
"You going?"
"If you'll go too."
"Of course, seems like it will be an interesting meeting. I saw Bobby and Lance receive letters too."
"That does make things more interesting."
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"What happened to you?" Tony asked his friend.
"Had a run in with a bludger during practice last night." Bruce said looking at his blackened arm.
"Go see Madam Pomfrey."
"What did you do to him?" Steve asked, coming to their table in the library.
"Tony didn't do this." Bruce said. "I missed a bludger coming at me in practice last night."
"Go see the nurse, man. She can heal that." Bucky said.
"It's just a bruise."
"It's a really nasty bruise." Steve corrected.
"If I go see Madam Pomfrey, will you leave me alone about it?"
"Yes." The guys answered.
"Fine."
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Clint was in the owlery tying a letter he had written to Lady Elizabeth to one of the school owls when he heard someone knock on the open-door frame.
"Its you." Clint said taking in the kid in front of him.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I wasn't sure if you would remember me." She admitted.
I remember everyone who manages to land a hit on me. It doesn't happen often." He boasted.
"I'm sure." She said, moving to look for her owl.
Clint watched her from the corner of his eye until the bird he still had his hands on, nipped his finger.
"Okay, okay." He huffed out. "There you go, all done. Thank you." Clint told the owl as he let it fly out the open archway.
"You thanked it." Natasha observed.
"I did."
She turned back to trying to call down her owl.
"I don't think it knows you yet." Clint mused. He moved closer to her, holding out his arm he whistled to the bird she had been calling to. It turned and looked at them but didn't glide down until Clint whistled again.
"How did you do that?"
Clint shrugged. "It's a gift."
"Well thank you."
"So where did you get your aim?" Clint asked while she attached her letter.
Natasha glanced at him before focusing back on her owl. "Practice."
There was a beat of silence while he waited for her to expand on her answer.
"Oookay." Clint drawled, when sent her owl flying off. "Well it was good seeing you again…." He silently prompted.
"Natasha."
"I'm Clint, keep up the practice." He headed out of the room. "You never know when you might get hit by something." He teased.
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"So, what happens at these meetings?" Lance asked the room of students.
"We wait for Fury." Maria said.
"Sounds fun." He muttered.
At that moment, the door opened and Nick came in.
"I see everyone found their way here. Good." He took a seat by the unlit fireplace. "For those that do not know what it is we do here, we protect. We protect the muggle born, the younger kids, the loners, we protect each other, the teachers if needed and this school. We observe, intervene if needed immediately, discuss it as a group if it can hold until then. We practice defensive and offensive spells, advance magic, magic not taught in the classroom. For the new members, you will first be taught how to send me a message, either enchanting a piece of parchment, or a bird or sending me a patronus. Any questions?"
"Can everyone cast a patronus?" Bobby asked.
"How about a demonstration." Nick offered.
All the older kids took out their wands and stood up from their various seats around the room. There were various cries of 'Expecto Patronum' and the newbies looked around in wonder.
They were face to face with Nick's eagle, Andrew's goat, Maria's german sheppard, Melinda's horse, Phil's lab, Roy's Raven was hovering above Thea's cheetah, next to Ray's boxer, Janet's wasp was soaring around their heads, Rosiland's goose was following Jasper's snake around, while Victoria Hand's occamy observed everything.
"Any other questions?" Nick asked the stunned kids, as the patronus' faded away.
"I've got a question." Lance said, "What do we call ourselves."
"SHIELD."
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