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Damaged Bodies, Growing Lives, Building Families	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 20994 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Meggplant, who gave me the boost I needed to get this chapter done, finally.

Last Time

Harry sighed and kept those nice thoughts in his mind and calmed himself down enough to sleep. Tomorrow he’d try as he had today to get more used to Clint, if he just took it one day at a time he had a better chance of getting used to it and accepting the change in his life than if he tried to get over it all at once and overcome everything in one go. His baby deserved to know its Father, no matter the circumstances of conception. Harry wanted to carry on living, despite what had happened to him and what had happened in his life, he had always wanted to carry on living and now he had a reason to, a better reason than just wanting to carry on, he had a baby to live for, a baby who would need him for years and years to come and he would always do his best by his baby. He swore it.

Chapter Eleven – Moving On

Another month and the end of October approached, Harry got quieter and quieter as the thirty-first loomed up over him and he knew the Avengers had noticed, they didn’t say anything though, but that they stopped talking sometimes when he came into sight of them let him know they were talking about him and were probably worried, but Halloween was a day of reflection and mourning for him, he had long since outgrown the children’s holiday and had come to realise it’s more sombre side.

He was now four months pregnant and he had a small bump where his baby resided, his relationship with Clint had grown to where Harry was comfortable with the Alpha touching and cupping the bump and talking about the baby. They were going shopping for bigger, baggier clothes for Harry to wear as his jeans were getting to be a bit tight at the hips.

Harry was happy to have the escort this time. He hadn’t exactly been afraid to go outside since the incident, but he definitely did not want to leave the Tower alone, though it wasn’t like he had any place to go now either.

Steve had wanted to come with him too, but Harry had shot that idea down quickly, two seemed like too much of a guard escort than accompanying him shopping, so he had taken Clint and left Steve to his morning of usual gym activities.

“Do you know where you want to go?” Clint asked.

Harry shrugged. “I can check out a few shops, I’m not a fan of shopping, but unfortunately it’s become a necessity.”

Clint just nodded, not sure what action or word would garner what response. They’d been working on that, but it was very slow going and the major setback of Harry shouting at Clint for smiling when he had fallen asleep on the settee during a team movie and woken up with an uncomfortably full bladder that he had danced all the way to the bathroom with was still fresh in all of their minds. He hadn’t meant to snap, but their teasing just hadn’t stopped and it had gotten out of hand very quickly and Harry had lost it with them all, but more at Clint because, as he had pointed (shouted) out it was Clint’s fault he was in this situation to begin with.

Harry’s first order of business was finding the little shop he had come to the last time he was in this shopping centre and get some real clothes that would support his pregnancy, not clothes that made it look like he was pregnant so the whole world knew. He wanted to hide it for as long as he possibly could, not advertise it to all and sundry.

He slipped into the shop when he found it again, Clint just behind him. He was wearing two guns; one at his hip and one at the small of his back, Harry had sighed as he caught sight of them before they had left, but said nothing about Clint coming on this trip armed, at least he hadn’t bought his bow with him and there were no doubts that he had wanted too.

Paul was behind the counter, his own belly absolutely huge now, a little boy sat on the counter with a colouring book between his legs and a box of crayons spilled around him.

“Hi Paul.” Harry said softly, trying not to startle him. He didn’t want to send the man into premature labour just from a shock.

Paul looked at him and then his eyes widened. “I was wondering where you had gotten too. I remember your eyes.”

Paul came out from behind the counter and hugged him like Harry was his best friend. It made him uncomfortable, but he hugged back awkwardly.

“Well you certainly have started showing.” Paul grinned. “You’re three months now?”

“Four.” Harry corrected with a grimace.

“I’m eight months and I was ready to give birth at least two months ago.”

Harry grinned.

“Is this the baby’s Father or just a supporting friend?”

“Baby’s Father, Clint Barton.” Harry introduced.

Clint offered a small twitch of lips, he was uncomfortable and he wrapped an arm around Harry to keep from touching Paul.

“We have a lot to do Harry, is this where you wanted to shop?” He asked the discomfort clear in his voice. Well aware that he was the only Alpha in a small confined space with two pregnant Omegas.

Harry nodded his head. “I need clothes; these ones are getting too tight.”

“All the clothing is along the back half of the shop.” Paul gave him a smile. “I don’t want to leave Benji, Killian left him once to show around customers and he toppled off the counter, I still haven’t forgiven him for that even if Benji wasn’t hurt.”

Harry smiled and went to look at the clothes. He was happy to note that they did a range of clothes that looked completely normal, but with hidden support for pregnancy. Harry only got a couple pairs of jeans, he didn’t need any tops yet, he had a couple of overlarge jumpers and tee-shirts he could wear still, but he was sure even those wouldn’t fit by the end. Maybe he could ask Steve or Thor for some of their shirts, they’d be big enough to fit him even if he was at the end of a pregnancy with sextuplets.

Harry checked the Avengers onesies and hid the Hawkeye one from Clint, who was staring at all the baby stuff awkwardly. Harry bought the Thor onesie for Thor personally; he meant it when he said he wasn’t putting his child in it and picked up the newly in stock Hulk onesie. He paid for them and buried them in the bag under his jeans.

“Are you ready?” He asked Clint, who snapped to attention and strode to his side quickly. “Bye Paul!”

“Bye Harry.” Paul winked back.

“What do you need now?”

Harry shrugged. “Food, I’m hungry.”

“Okay, do you want to find a food court?”

“Hell no! I want real food, not processed shit.” Harry said stubbornly. “Take me to a real restaurant.”

Clint couldn’t help grinning. “You’re so demanding, are you sure you’re not a Beta?”

Harry snorted. “Do I look like a bloody Beta, Clint?”

“You act like one.” Clint grumbled.

“I’m taking that as a compliment.”

“I’m sure you are.”

They came out of the shopping centre, or mall, as Clint called it and wandered around until they found a small restaurant.

It felt a lot like a date, which was probably why Clint was looking so nervous, but Harry didn’t mind, he ignored him mostly and perused the menu happily as his belly rumbled loudly with almost every dish that he read.

“See anything you like?” Clint asked quietly, looking through his own menu.

Harry hummed. “Yeah, I’m good. I can’t decide if I want water or fruit juice though.”

“So have both.” Clint offered.

Harry grinned. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

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Harry and Clint made it home without any problems to find Steve looking anxiously at the clock on the wall.

“Please tell me you weren’t timing us?” Harry demanded as he stretched out his leg quickly, it was starting to throb.

Steve jumped and spun to look at them, but he looked guilty.

“Really Steve, it’s been a little over two hours.”

“I know, I just worry about all of you when I don’t know exactly where you are.”

Harry rolled his eyes and hugged him.

“Don’t be so daft, I had Clint, we were just shopping, it was fine. Now I’m going to go and stash my new clothes before Tony gets a hold of them and starts teasing me about the hidden pregnancy support.”

Harry went down to his room and stayed there, putting away two of the bodysuits and leaving the one out for Thor. He’d write to the company who made them and point out their terrible slogan addition and see if they’d change it.

Harry took out a list he had written of all the things he needed and sighed. Just getting the stuff his baby would need would cost him a fortune, without buying a new house on top of it. He could afford it, but it seemed like an extravagant expense. Why did his baby need a cot, a bassinet, a carrycot and a Moses basket? Surely just a cot would do it? Maybe a carrycot combi that was also a pram too so he could walk with his baby and carry his baby with him when he needed to.

He shook his head and took out the plain white starter kit he had bought and crossed it off his list, one item down, a hundred or so more to go, or at least that’s what it felt like to him.

Harry sat on his bed and took the weight off of his throbbing leg; it still pained him, though not as much as before. The potions and salves were doing their jobs wonderfully. He stripped off his too tight jeans and massaged the fading burn scars lightly, with just his fingertips, before he got increasingly harder, massaging the damaged muscles with a groan. It was painful, but he knew as soon as he massaged out the stiffness, it would feel amazing.

As soon as he was done, he reclined back against his pillows and let out a pleasured sigh. He turned onto his side and decided to take a small, short nap, just until dinner time. He did not expect to sleep the whole night away and wake up during late morning of the next day.

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Harry groaned and sat up groggily. He scrubbed his hand over his eyes and sighed as he realised the time. He huffed and stood up, pulling on a pair of sleeping trousers and changing his tee-shirt. His stomach gurgled and he went in search of a late breakfast, early lunch.

He was alone up on Tony’s personal penthouse floor and he enjoyed the peace while he had it. The Avengers probably had another team building thing going on, which is why they weren’t here breathing down his neck about sleeping for too long or for missing meals.

Harry finished eating, washed up his plate and wondered, not for the first time either, why Tony didn’t have a dishwasher up here. Everything else was super tech and had strange little gadgets that Harry was afraid to even touch, so why no dishwasher?

He curled up on the settee and watched TV for a bit. He didn’t much like TV shows or anything, but he had nothing else to do today. Tomorrow was Halloween, Tony was apparently throwing a party, but Harry was going to spend all day mourning in his room. He’d get in some supplies so he wouldn’t disturb the party, or have to venture into it to get what he wanted if he got hungry, but other than that, he’d leave Tony and the Avengers to do what they wanted and he’d do what he always did and hide away.

Tony wandered in an hour later, followed by his bickering teammates. Harry watched them arguing in between themselves, but he hid a smile when Clint broke off and came to sit by him. As his belly, and the baby inside, grew bigger, Clint got more possessive and touchy-feely. He tried to control himself, but he couldn’t always manage it, Harry allowed him small touches and acts of possession, but anything too possessive or where he was obviously and blatantly laying claim to him and the baby, Harry put a stop to it immediately.

“How are you?” The blond asked by way of greeting, sitting beside him and laying a hand on his belly through his shirt after just a moment of small hesitation.

“Fine, just bored.”

“You won’t be bored tomorrow!” Tony insisted. “I know you can’t drink, but you can still have some fun.”

“I’m not going to the party Tony.” Harry told him.

“What, why? It’s Halloween! You have to come.”

“My parents were killed on Halloween night, Tony.” Harry told him sadly and softly, as if it would take the edge off the horror of the sentence.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting strange all week! Thank fuck for that, we thought you were planning to run away or something.”

“Tony! Have a bit of respect and sympathy.” Steve answered angrily as he sat on Harry’s other side and threw an arm around him, freely offering comfort.

“It’s fine Steve. It happened a really long time ago.”

“Nineteen years ago.” Steve said softly.

“Twenty years tomorrow.” Harry corrected.

“But, you’re only twenty years old.”

Harry shook his head. “I turned twenty-one when I was unconscious in the med bay Steve. The thirty-first of July.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I wasn’t really in my right mind when I first got out of there. I was unconscious for weeks afterward, then when I woke up I was stuck in the med bay with my memories slipping away from me and since then it hasn’t really come up. I don’t mind, I’ve spent my last three birthdays on my own doing nothing anyway.”

“You became legal to drink in this country and you DIDN’T have a party as soon as you were able!” Tony looked shocked.

“I don’t drink. Plus I was pregnant when I got out of there.”

“Ah, yes, the baby does put a damper on things, but you can still come to the party and we can use it as a late birthday for you.”

Harry shook his head. “My parents still died on that day Tony, thanks, but I don’t want a party, I don’t want anything but to be left alone to grieve as I do every year.”

“Whatever you want Harry.” Steve insisted.

“When’s your birthday Steve?” Harry asked curiously. “I know it was in the files I read, but I don’t remember any of your birthdays.”

“July fourth.” Steve said with a smile.

“He was ninety-five.” Tony told him with a grin.

“You look very good for ninety-five Steve. I’d go for you.” Harry chuckle as Steve blushed and glared at Tony for revealing his ‘real’ age. “You look better now than Tony does, even though you’re technically older, you’re really younger because of your decades trapped in that ice.”

“Thank you, Harry.” Steve said with a small, happy smile.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to gang up on me.”

“Whose birthday is next?” Harry asked.

“Bruce’s, in December. He’s going to be forty-four.”

“Thanks for that.” Bruce gave a shy smile.

“It’s alright Bruce.” Harry grinned. “With age comes experience and wisdom. Only Tony hasn’t gotten the hang of that yet.”

Tony snorted and laughed the loudest of them all at that. “I’ve got all the experience I need.” He told him with a wink.

“Oh please, I don’t want to know.” Harry replied with a chuckle.

“Clint’s birthday is after Bruce’s.” Tony said. “The seventh of January. He turns forty-two.”

Harry felt his body stiffening up, but he forced himself to relax. He was better than this.

“Whose is next?” He forced himself to ask as normally as he could.

“Tasha’s.” Clint said with a small hesitation. He had noticed, or felt, Harry freeze. Fuck. “Her birthday is March twelfth, she’ll be forty-five.”

“Then it’s yours truly.” Tony said with a grin, holding his arms out wide. “May twenty-ninth is the day this gorgeous, brilliant man came into the world and is the day he turns forty-three.”

“I never would have known, you’re so childlike, I thought you were around my own age, though your wrinkles give you away to anyone who can bear to stand that close to you for long enough to notice them.”

“You cheeky brat, if you weren’t pregnant I’d tell you to run, though now it would probably be more like waddle for your life.”

“I do not waddle!” Harry denied furiously.

“Every pregnant Omega waddles.” Tony replied.

“How would you know? You can’t stand to be around any Omega for more than a minute, let alone a pregnant one.”

“Only because I’m terrified that my virility will get them pregnant and I’ll be forced to bear the shame of having a waddling Omega on my arm.”

Harry made an angry sound in the back of his throat, but he was saved from answering when Clint touched his belly, reminding him that the doctor had told him to ease down on the stress and the anger, not easy when you lived in close confines with Tony Stark.

“Harry doesn’t waddle.” Clint defended calmly. “And when he gets big enough with my child that he does waddle, I’d be proud to have him on my arm as my Omega. That’s why only Omega whores who are after your money want you Tony, because the intelligent, self-respecting ones like Harry don’t want you as the Father to their children.”

“I think that’s more than enough.” Steve cut in. “We’re a team and you have to stop hurting one another with words!”

Steve stood and ruffled Harry’s hair, before taking Tony’s arm and leading him away, probably to have a pep talk with him, Harry didn’t care, he was angry. He did not waddle!

Clint reclined sideways on the settee, so he could wrap an arm around Harry and place a hand on the small bulge under his shirt. It was possessive, but Harry allowed it. Clint had stuck up for him after all.

“Thank you for saying what you did.” He said almost shyly, nearly blushing as he turned to find Clint’s face right next to his own.

“I meant every word. Anyone would be proud to have you as their Omega Harry, how could they not?”

Harry didn’t know what to say to that, but he longed to break eye contact with Clint, but he was no coward and he carried on staring into those blue eyes. He wondered if his baby would have those same summer sky coloured eyes.

Clint bent forward a bit more and the movement and the thought of his baby having Clint’s eyes together sent Harry reeling backwards. He and Clint shared a startled look, before Harry was up and running to his bedroom, not bothering with the lift but barrelling down the stairs. He didn’t stop until he had made it to his safe haven where he slammed the door shut behind him and bolted it quickly.

He slid down the door and clenched bloodless fingers into his messy hair. What the hell had just happened? Had Clint really tried to kiss him back there? Why? What the hell was going on, surely Clint didn’t have any sorts of feelings for him, that was absurd! Was it just a reaction to their closeness, or maybe it was even a reaction to seeing him with the baby inside of him, knowing that it was his baby, that had made him act as he had.

Harry breathed deeply, trying to recover from the shock of what had happened and the mad dash down the stairs and to his room, especially with his bad leg. He didn’t understand, he didn’t think he wanted to, he and Clint had been getting better, but that one wrong move threatened to undo everything that had been slowly and painstakingly gained over the last four months. What had happened and what the fuck had Clint been thinking?

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After their talk together about confidence and issues and the boundaries of teasing pregnant, hormonal Omegas, Steve and Tony went back to the living room, bumping into Bruce on the way, who was going for a tea break after he hit a brick wall with his work that was frustrating him to no end.

They found Clint on the same settee, but with his face buried in his hands and his head and upper body bent over his knees. Harry wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“What did you do?” Tony asked with a knowing look.

Clint just shook his head.

“I’m waiting for the inevitable announcement from Jarvis to say that Harry’s trying to leave.” He answered before anyone could say anything more.

“Fuck, what did you do?” Tony asked more seriously at hearing that.

“Clint!” Steve pulled out his most authoritative voice when the silence stretched on and it became apparent that Clint was not going to answer Tony.

“I got caught up, he was letting me closer and closer, he lets me touch the baby when I want to, lets me hold and touch him…I…I tried to kiss him. He looked so beautiful, his eyes drew me in and I tried to kiss him. He panicked and bolted, probably back to his room to pack his stuff.”

Bruce sighed. “I’ll go and talk to him.” With that he turned and left them, going to the lift and going down a floor to speak to Harry, to try and convince him not to leave and that he was safest here, even with Clint.

“What were you thinking?” Tony asked. “In his mind you violated him, to just up and kiss him out of the blue, it’s no wonder he scarpered.”

“I know!” Clint said angrily, raising his voice just a touch. “I wasn’t thinking any of that, just how handsome and beautiful he looked, the weight of our child between us under my hand. I fooled myself into think he was mine, just for a moment I forgot, and I just tried to kiss him.”

“It wasn’t just a kiss to him Clint.” Steve said as gently as he could, even as the Alpha in him chomped at the bit to go and assure himself that Harry truly was alright and was still in his care.

“I know!” Clint said even angrier and louder. “I know Steve. I’ve ruined everything, I know. Just…just leave me alone.”

Clint got up and he went to leave.

“Where are you going?” Tony called out.

“To the range, I need to work out this anger before I can apologise to Harry, if he’ll even stand to be near me anymore that is.”

“Harry’s very forgiving.” Steve said softly.

“He already forgave me the first time. I can’t ask him to forgive me a second time.” Clint murmured sadly, before leaving to collect his bow and he hoped for a few uninterrupted hours on the range before Natasha found out, she was having her own problems with Harry, mostly because she just didn’t understand him or his mentality and Harry didn’t understand hers, but she was still wicked protective of him and she’d have his arse for this, he just hoped Harry calmed down before Pepper got home or he’d be rotting in his grave before the day was over.

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Bruce knocked on Harry’s door and received no answer. He tried the handle, just to see if Harry was actually inside, to find it bolted from the inside. He sighed.

“Harry, it’s Bruce. I just want to know if you’re okay.” He said clearly. “Do you need someone to talk to? I swear I don’t mind if you do. I want to make sure that you’re alright.”

No one answered and Bruce settled himself ready to continue talking, he knew Harry was inside; he wouldn’t likely be sleeping after what had just happened, so he’d be awake and listening to him and Bruce took in a deep breath ready to talk to him through the door if he had to.

He was surprised when he heard something scrape across the door, like someone had stood up and the deadbolt slid across and the door opened. Harry had been sat on the floor in front of it, that wasn’t a good sign to begin with.

“You can come in.” Harry invited quietly and Bruce did as he was asked and stepped into Harry’s room, only it still looked like a guest room and Harry was still living out of a suitcase and a carry all bag, the only things he had left now after the explosion, his mind supplied sadly.

Harry sat on the bed and offered the same for Bruce, who took him up on it; thankful that at least Harry still trusted him and would allow him to come near him.

“How are you?”

“Shocked mostly.” Harry replied and he really did look like it. He was pale and his eyes were slightly too wide, though that wasn’t really a good indicator as Harry was naturally pale and his eyes were naturally wide and large, but Bruce looked at him more critically and noticed that he looked paler than normal and slightly clammy and his eyes looked a lot larger than usual and almost glassy. This situation with Clint had unnerved Harry.

“Understandable after what he did.” Bruce nodded, purposefully not mentioning Clint’s name, he doubted Harry would react well to it at the moment.

“Why did he do it Bruce? What purpose did it serve?”

“I really don’t know Harry.”

“Would it have been his Alpha instincts? Because of the baby?”

“I’ve never been in this position before Harry, I really couldn’t say. I’ve never had much contact with any Omegas, least of all pregnant ones; it’s too dangerous with the Hulk.”

“You’re not dangerous Bruce.” Harry told him softly.

The irony did not pass Bruce by; he had come down here to comfort Harry, only to end up being comforted himself. He smiled wryly.

“The Hulk is dangerous.”

“I bet he’s a big softie inside just like you.” Harry teased.

Bruce chuckled and wrapped an arm around Harry, waiting for Harry to flinch or shove him away, but Harry cuddled in closer, like he was affection starved. From what he had heard so far about Harry’s life, he likely was. It seemed that it was only Clint that made Harry flinch and recoil, not all Alphas.

“You’re not going to run away are you?” Bruce asked worriedly.

Harry looked up at him startled and he shook his head. “No. I have nowhere to run to anymore. My house was blown up remember?”

Bruce’s arm tightened around Harry. “I remember. S.H.I.E.L.D is actively working on it and they’re looking for the man you described. We’ll find who did this Harry; it’s only a matter of time.”

“Why are they trying to kill me now Bruce? The last I knew, they wanted me alive.”

Bruce looked away uncomfortably.

“Tell me.” Harry said firmly.

Bruce sighed. “It’s speculation, that’s all we have.”

“I’ll take that over nothing, I do not like being kept in the dark about matters that concern my own life and I doubt you’d like it if you were in my position, so tell me.”

“You didn’t break Harry, they couldn’t get the information they wanted from you, no matter what they did. They used some of the most horrific techniques imaginable, for you, an Omega no less, to stand up to that and still not break, they obviously don’t think they’ll be able to ever break you before you tell them what they want to know, or before you’re rescued again, so now they want to…dispose of you.” Bruce told him, tripping over the word ‘dispose’ Harry was a human being; no person should be disposed of like a piece of rotten meat or mere trash.

“But I’m no threat to them, why do they want to kill me?” Harry asked.

“S.H.I.E.L.D thinks you know more than you’ve told.” Bruce said and Harry reared back, his mind going double quick, flicking through painful memories for anything that was worth killing over. “Of course we, The Avengers, don’t think you do.”

Harry smiled at him and something in his shoulders relaxed.

“Why do you, The Avengers, think they want me dead?”

“I think Natasha hit the nail on the head. They want you dead because they couldn’t break you, she thinks it would be a prideful thing, that all the people in that building died, but you, an Omega, survived through the torture without breaking and are still living. She believes that the people who had you were not working alone, that they were part of a…corporation for lack of a better word, and the people in the building with you, trying to extract the information they needed from you, were only a small part of that corporation.”

Something flashed in his mind and Harry cocked his head as he explored it, combing through the memory that had been flagged up by what Bruce had said.

“You’ve thought of something.”

Harry nodded. “Give me a minute. It’s coming to me.”

Several minutes passed in silence before Harry looked at him.

“The tormentor, he mentioned that his bosses weren’t happy with him because he couldn’t break me, said they’d have to step it up, meaning my torture.”

Bruce swallowed. “Have you only just remembered this?”

Harry nodded. “They started using the salt after they said that. I was hallucinating, talking to myself at this point, I was so tired, so hungry, so thirsty, then they used the salt and everything was pain. I didn’t mean to forget.”

Bruce squeezed him and pulled back. “That’s more than alright Harry; we don’t expect you to remember absolutely every detail.”

“You need to tell Director Fury.”

Bruce nodded and stood up, picking up on the dismissal. If Harry needed space, he’d give it to him.

“Get some more sleep Harry; it doesn’t do to dwell on it too much.” Bruce said before he left the room, leaving Harry in peace.

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Halloween wasn’t going well. In all the excitement with Clint, Harry had forgotten to get his supplies when he had the chance, so after an entire night and early morning thinking, he had fallen asleep, only to wake up in the midst of a full blown party, starving. Who started a party at half five in the evening anyway?! Tony Stark obviously, always the exception to everything, even decent party times.

Harry had no choice but to brave the party to get food and he wished he hadn’t had to. There wasn’t a single other Omega, he was the only one. Most of the people here were Betas, but there were a few Alphas, unbonded Alphas, some of whom trailed him as he fought his way to the kitchen to get food.

“Stark has never had an Omega at his parties before.” One Alpha said with a grin. “I’ve been telling him for years to bring a few in for entertainment.”

“I am not the entertainment!” Harry hissed grumpily, he was not pleased to have to come out of his room at all, but to actually run into Alpha dicks was only making his mood turn ever more sour.

“You’ll be our entertainment.” Another one said, this one taller with brown eyes.

“No, I won’t.” Harry said firmly, glaring at them.

“Oh come on, why do you Omegas have to put up a front, you’re all sluts and whores as soon as your heat comes around. You’ll all spread your legs for whoever is around, for whoever wants you, why pretend otherwise?”

“I have never spread my legs for anyone!” Harry shouted.

“That baby inside of you says otherwise.” The first Alpha said. “Did you get on the wrong side of an Alpha; I bet he put you right in your place.”

Harry glared at him. “Actually no, I put him in his place and he hasn’t touched me since.”

“Then he’s a weak assed fuck and doesn’t deserve to be an Alpha, letting a little thing like you dictate to him, you’re too weak to do anything, I bet if I pushed you’d just give in and spread your legs, every Omega does in the end.”

Harry was so angry that he actually regretted leaving his wand in his room, Statute of Secrecy be damned! But when that filth actually approached him, intent on pushing him to see if he was right about being able to rape him and completely humiliating him in the process, instinct took over and Harry kicked out with a bare foot and got the bastard right in the sternum.

Not expecting it, or the force of the kick from such a smaller person, the Alpha went down gasping, leaving Harry to glare at his friend.

“Are you going to try as well?” Harry hissed. “I’m four months pregnant and I can take you losers out, I only wish I was in full health so I could batter you both into the nearest hospital.”

“You little bitch!”

“That’s Mister Bitch to you fucker.” Harry snapped.

The Alpha leapt at him and Harry was taken off guard, but not by much. The Alpha got a hold of him, but not a good hold and Harry smashed an elbow into his nose, feeling the crunch of bone.

The scent of blood enraged the Alpha and Harry swallowed as his friend caught his breath and stood up.

Thankfully Harry didn’t have to fight for himself, because Jarvis had informed the Avengers of what was happening and they came running to see him caught between two Alphas, both intent on trying to capture him and pin him down, their intent after that was obvious from their pheromones.

Harry drove his elbow back into the bastard’s nose again and caught an eye instead and the Alpha let go of him howling, leaving Harry to spin around and knee the other one between the legs. A fellow man he may have been, but he wasn’t going to miss an advantage when it was presented to him. Not when they were the ones attacking him.

Steve was there then, the look on his face was beyond furious and Harry was tugged into Clint’s arms with a soft ‘oof’. He squirmed but Clint didn’t put him down.

“Put me down, now!” Harry demanded furiously.

Bruce took Harry from Clint, a green hint in his eyes as he glared at Clint, who snarled at having Harry taken from him.

“I am not a pathetic little woman.” Harry ground out to Clint. “I don’t need…I don’t want you to protect me! Just leave me alone!”

“I didn’t think you were coming down.” Tony said, his large brown eyes imploring. “I would have kicked them out otherwise, I swear. I didn’t think you’d come up here.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but I got hungry and I couldn’t wait any longer.” Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair thoroughly aggravated.

“I thought you were going to get food into your room?” Steve asked, holding the two unconscious men in one hand by their shirt collars.

“I had more trouble to deal with yesterday.” Harry said, glaring at Clint. “I forgot to get it in.”

“Is the baby alright?” Natasha asked.

Harry placed a palm on his belly and felt around. “Baby seems okay as far as I can tell. I didn’t do much before you arrive and I only kicked once.”

“Maybe we should get you checked out just in case.” Steve said worriedly.

“Just get those fuckers out and let me eat and I’ll be fine.” Harry groused, accepting the food from Bruce when it was handed to him. His stomach growled loudly enough for them to hear it. “You see? My baby is wasting away!”

Tony smiled and came and sat by him, watching him eat.

“Go back to your party, you sitting there watching me eat makes me feel creeped out.”

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” Tony said softly, pulling him into a man hug, before getting up and leaving back to his Halloween party. Harry wondered why no one was in fancy dress if it was a Halloween party, but he didn’t care. It was Tony’s party; he could have any dress code he wanted, Harry didn’t want to know the reasons why.

Slowly the others trickled out after Harry practically shouted at them to get out, all but Clint, who stayed standing at the opposite end of the kitchen.

“I meant everyone, Clint.” Harry all but growled.

“I wanted to say I was sorry, for yesterday. I never meant…I mean I did, but I lost my self for a moment. I didn’t want to hurt or scare you.”

“So you wanted to kiss me, but you forgot that we weren’t mated, how do you forget something like that? I thought we were getting better, a bit closer, but in my mind, we weren’t close enough for kissing Clint. You made a grave error in judgement if you thought I would be that easy.”

“I don’t think you’re easy!” Clint burst out. “You the most stubborn, strong, hard headed, wonderful and absolutely amazing Omega I’ve ever met!”

Harry was shocked at that and Clint was breathing heavily, Harry doubted the he knew exactly what he had just said and that made it all the more real to Harry, that it hadn’t been a pre-meditated speech and that it was what Clint actually thought.

Everything was confusing and Harry rubbed his forehead firmly. He accepted that Clint hadn’t meant to do what he had done, that he hadn’t meant to get him with a child while he was still in captivity, it had been a circumstantial accident, Clint had saved him from staying in that place, being tortured further, but the kiss, it had been too much, he was frightened and he hated being frightened, it took him back to being with his captors and even further back than that, to being with the Dursleys.

“Clint please, just don’t. You’re pushing me too hard. I can’t deal with it. I’m trying, really hard too, but you need to try just as hard. Pushing and throwing yourself at me aren’t going to help the situation. I need time and you aren’t making it easier for me to forget.”

“You’re never going to forget.” Clint said miserably.

“No, no I’m not, but with enough time the pain I associate with it won’t be as raw, which will make it easier, you continually pushing at me just makes the memories all the more worse Clint, I’m sorry, but that’s the truth. I’ve been really good, tried really hard to get along with you, to let you be involved with the baby and everything, I’ve really had to force myself sometimes to give you an inch, but you can’t take a mile from me. It hurts too much, you need to slow down and just stop.”

Clint nodded at having it laid out like that. He felt like a fool and he breathed deeply. He nodded once again.

“Okay, I can do that, I swear. Just believe that I never meant to hurt you.”

“I do believe that Clint, for both times, but you need to know that I am trying, you’re just not giving me enough time or leeway to move on.”

“You want to move on?” Clint asked hopefully.

“I want it more than anything.” Harry said seriously, his eyes showing how determined he was. “I want to move on from this, to get on with my life with my baby, it’s all I want, but it’s hard to stay on top sometimes and these setbacks aren’t helping me Clint, please help me by being more respectful of my space, I don’t mind you talking about or to the baby or touching the baby through my belly, but stop pushing at me, I can’t handle it yet, I’m a mess Clint and I need help and support, not everyone pushing and pulling and making everything worse. I can’t do it on my own. I want to move on, but I don’t know how.”

Clint swallowed painfully. “I’ll do anything I can to help you Harry, just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

“Just help me move on Clint. Just give the space and time I need to move on, please.”

Clint nodded his head understandingly. He knew now what he had to do, he was good at following orders and if it made Harry feel just the slightest bit better, he’d do it. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought he might have been falling in love with the feisty, but vulnerable Omega, but he had never been in love before, and the only family he had had, had either died on him, or betrayed him.

He wanted to try and have something with Harry, and not just because he was carrying his baby either, but he realised now that pushing those feelings onto Harry was making everything a thousand times worse.

It seemed strange, but the only way to get closer to Harry, was to back off and give him space. He could do that, he would do that, no matter how hard or painful it became, Harry of all people deserved it.

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A/N: I know, I know, it’s been too long since the last update, there’s no need to tell me, I already know. But between Rise of the Drackens, The Scaled Bits, Lycanthrope Factory, finishing off What Life is All About and my real life, this fic has been on a forced back burner and there was nothing that could be done about it.

I had a twinge recently to write for it again, so I did. I do not force myself to write any chapters, so it’s a complete guess when the next chapter may be out for any of my fics unless they are already written, which this one isn’t, so I am sorry, but Rise of the Drackens is my priority fic, this one isn’t, so the majority of my focus does go into my priority fic, but when that one is done and finished, this one can move up, though there aren’t a lot of chapters left for it, it’s still not priority and I have no idea when the next chapter will be, so make the most of it.

Thank you to all of you who are still reading this story, I know I’ve been terrible lately with the sporadic updates, but please believe that I’m trying, I am, but I have too much to do, too many fics to keep up with and not enough free time to dedicate to them all, so please bear with me a little longer, this story will be over soon,

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