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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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Last Time
Harry grinned. This is what he’d been hoping for when the Avengers came around. Resting on Thor’s warm bulk, listening to Tony try to plead his case to a business headed Pepper as he had a cup of tea in his hands and a plate of biscuits within reach. This is how it should have been from the start; it shouldn’t have taken seven months and the intervention of the enforcers to get things like this, all that stress could have been prevented if only the Avengers had known how to behave and interact with him from the beginning.
Chapter Sixteen – Amends
Harry saw a lot of the Avengers over the next week, particularly Clint. He wasn’t too worried about that, Clint was behaving impeccably well and had regaled him with stories of his ‘horror’ of meeting Burne, who had indeed opened his eyes to how he was acting and treating Harry.
Being lugged around by Burne and being claimed continuously as ‘his’ had truly opened Clint’s eyes and he was now trying to say that every Alpha needed to go and be subjected to Burne’s special brand of treatment.
Harry had called Luke, who was on duty with Ollie-Jay, after Clint had gone and laughed about it for an hour, praising Burne and them for coming up with such an amazing way to re-educate Alphas over the treatment of Omegas.
He then phoned Bruce for a half an hour chat, texted Sean and then he hopped into the bath for a relaxing soak. It was wonderful not being disturbed from his bathing by a worried Steve who thought he’d been in the bath for too long and was worried that he’d drowned or slipped or fallen over and knocked himself unconscious or something, or being disturbed by Thor kicking the door off of its hinges because he needed to use the bathroom and didn’t understand that if the door was locked then someone else was already using the bathroom. Thor had seen him naked more times than anyone else in the Tower, except perhaps Jarvis, but he wasn’t exactly a person even if he was intelligent enough to hold a conversation with.
It wasn’t any wonder why most male Omegas went into labour at only seven months gestation and didn’t carry to a full nine months; he thought he was lucky to have even made it to seven months at all living with the Avengers.
Harry climbed out of the bath, holding onto the sink as he did so, he dried himself off and climbed into his bed and snuggled down with a baby book. He was back to being confused over Clint. Like he had been a few weeks before, with how he was right now, Harry could easily see himself with Clint raising their baby together, but he was leery now, how long would this new behaviour adjustment last?
Groaning, Harry threw his head back as his gut tightened. Lately, whenever he thought about Clint, he got hard. He hated it and it was confusing him more and he didn’t know if it was because he knew he was pregnant with the Alpha’s baby, or if it was the man himself, but lately, every thought of Clint had him furiously masturbating to mental images of the Alpha. He was so confused now that it got to the point where he kept wanting to ask the man to stay with him, to not go back to the tower after he visited.
Going to sleep after he’d cleaned up the mess he’d made, Harry’s thoughts were going a mile a minute. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore and he didn’t know what to do for the best. He wanted Clint, but he didn’t want to want him and he was so utterly confused with it all that he wanted to scream with it.
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Things got even worse when Clint asked him out on an actual date. Harry had been tempted to just say no, but in the end he had decided to give Clint one last chance, a chance he didn’t deserve and hadn’t earned, but Harry did it anyway, maybe if Clint messed this up then he’d stop thinking about him so much and with such a positive light.
Sitting in a car with Clint, in a confined space where they were forced to be near one another, almost touching in fact, and then sitting in a quiet restaurant at a small, square table was absolutely maddening. At least he wasn’t on a preheat, he counted that as a blessing as the strained, deathly awkward silence stretched on and on between them until Harry was ducking his head and playing his hands over his own pregnant belly. His baby was moving softly and kicking as if feeding from his uncomfortable awkwardness.
“Come here.” Harry said quietly in the hushed setting of the restaurant.
“What do you need? Are you okay?” Clint asked, even though he was already half way around the table. He was strung tighter than his bow and he had reacted the moment Harry had opened his mouth.
“Just come here.” Harry said as he rolled his eyes.
Harry took Clint’s large, callused hand in his and slipped it under his shirt and onto his relatively small bump.
“What…”
“Wait.” Harry said when Clint’s eyebrows drew together in confusion and another moment more and the baby within him gave a sudden kick to Clint’s hand and he drew back in surprise.
“Is that…?”
Harry nodded. “The baby has been kicking for a while; I thought you’d like to feel it this time.”
Clint just nodded as he held his warm palm curved over Harry’s belly, feeling intently every movement he could feel his baby making…Harry’s baby, he corrected with a hard swallow of sadness and a mental flash back to the Alpha Burne clamping a huge hand on the back of his neck and steering him around instead of just letting him walk.
He’d hated it. He’d hated every second that he’d spent with the enforcers, Burne in particular, who’d made him feel so small and insignificant, who had verbally claimed him, spoke over him when he was talking, literally tugged and pulled him after him like a dog on a leash, clamped that fucking hand around the back of his neck to steer his steps.
If that was how he had been treating Harry these last six months then he didn’t deserve to even know him, let alone have this chance to make it up to him, but the invitation to dinner had come out before he’d even really thought the idea through properly and then he’d been expecting the mug in Harry’s hands to come flying at his head in furious rejection, but when Harry had calmly agreed, he has seized the offering and ran with it, scheduling a date for the next night, before Harry could change his mind. Not that he’d have blamed Harry if he had changed his mind, he would have more than understood, he had actually been expecting a phone call all the next day as the scheduled date time approached closer and closer, but the rejection call hadn’t come and instead he had agonised over what to wear, where to take Harry, what to say, how to act until he was completely exhausted, mentally and physically.
He still didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what Harry wanted to hear or what he wanted to talk about and he became painfully aware, as he and Harry sat in uncomfortable, mood killing silence, that he knew absolutely nothing about this young man who was sitting opposite him.
If anything was to change about their situation, about their feelings towards one another and their relationship, then Clint needed to make an effort to get to know Harry, but he didn’t think questioning him or asking him how he was feeling was going to go over too well, especially after the way Harry had acted after being asked that question several times a day from Steve when he was still living in the tower with them.
He had just been about to ask Harry how he was settling into his new home, sticking with something safe and hoping to convey that he didn’t mind Harry having his own space when Harry had asked him over to his side of the table and then placed his hand on that gently curving belly as he crouched next to him on his haunches.
Holding the warmth of the place where he knew his baby was growing made it very difficult to pull his hand back; he didn’t want to pull his hand away from that soft, soft skin, the curve of Harry’s pregnant belly that was incubating his baby. He wanted to bend his head down and kiss where his hand was lying, but he breathed in deeply and pulled his mind back from such thoughts, Harry had trusted him enough to lay his hand over his belly, he wouldn’t break that small show of trust by taking more than what was offered to him, just being able to touch Harry, to feel his baby move, was enough…for now at least.
“Has the baby been well?” He asked as he forced himself to pull back from that swollen belly and sit back in his chair opposite Harry, safely with a solid table between them.
Harry nodded and he happily dived in about telling him the latest food he craved for the baby, how he’d been woken up at four in the morning only to dash to the bathroom because the baby had kicked his bladder…he should have been there, he should have been involved, he should have been lying next to Harry in the bed and woken when he had and they could have shared a tired laugh over the dash to the bathroom before cuddling back up together, he could see himself spooning Harry from behind, his arms wrapped around him, his hands splayed over the baby belly as Harry slept in his arms with his back pressed to Clint’s chest.
He clenched his hands together, wanting, longing, but angry with himself for such thoughts. It was a dream, a mere fantasy that was never going to become a reality, he was lucky Harry was even talking to him, that he was still allowing him into their baby’s life even after everything that had been said and done. He needed to be grateful for that, not bitch and moan because of what Harry wasn’t going to ever give him. The enforcers had truly laid that out for him in black and white.
Their food came quickly after that, the awkward silence was broken by Harry’s genuine enthusiasm and desire to talk about his baby, listing the new things he’d bought, promising to take him up to see the nursery he had finished decorating the other day and to see the adorable little wardrobe that Harry had bought to hang up cute little outfits on tiny clothes hangers.
He should have been there to help Harry set everything up; they should have been buying clothes together and decorating the nursery together. He bit his tongue until he tasted blood. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all; maybe he needed another session with Burne.
That helped pull him back and he replied to Harry softly and kept back his true desires to just hold Harry and kiss him and lay his hands all over the belly that housed their growing child. It was difficult, but he prided himself on being in control of himself. He was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, he was a team member of the Avengers, he had control, he had a brain and he could ignore his baser instincts if he wished to and he did want to, if that was what opened the door into Harry’s life, into a his child’s life, then that is what he’d do. He’d try as hard as he could this time, he try harder than hard and this time, he would not give in to his instincts, he would not do anything to make Harry regret having him in their child’s life. He would control himself.
Harry was very relaxed during dessert and coffee, which he had begrudgingly ordered decaffeinated.
“At least it’s still coffee.” Clint teased.
Harry scowled back at him. “It’s not the same. It tastes different and I like the taste of coffee, or rather I’ve drunk so much in the past that I’ve tricked myself into liking it.” Harry said with a grin. “I wouldn’t water my plants with this swill.”
“I’d hope not, I don’t think the plants would appreciate it.”
Harry grinned happily at him and Clint felt his heart soar at seeing it. He liked making Harry happy, he liked seeing him smiling and hearing him laugh and knowing that he’d been the cause. He didn’t want Harry to shy away from him, to back away or to cower from him, he wanted this relaxed, happy Harry, not the tense, afraid young man that kept coming out when Clint did something stupid or startled him like he had when he’d tried to kiss him. He regretted that now in hindsight, he should have waited, moved slower…much, much slower.
“I’ve had a really nice time, Clint.” Harry said as the big blond dropped him off at his new home.
“I did too.” Clint said with a soft smile.
“Do you want to come in?” Harry offered.
Clint’s heart went into his throat; he was shocked so stupid at that offer, that Harry had even thought to invite him in, that he was stunned into complete silence and stillness. He wanted that very much, he ached to take up Harry’s invitation, but Burne’s lessons rang through his head, dampening his arousal and shoving it back. He couldn’t move too fast, he couldn’t let his desires run rampant; he had to slow things down.
“No.” He said, shaking his head. “I’d love to, but I don’t want to tempt myself, you’re too tempting, too desirable. If you want to make anything…anything of us, I want to slow things right down.”
Harry looked surprised, but he smiled and chuckled. He nodded his head. “Okay, we’ll see what comes of this, but if we’re doing this slowly, Clint, we go slow, as in slower than the snail, slow.”
Clint chuckled and he bent forward and pressed a kiss to Harry’s smooth cheek. He pulled back after the chaste kiss to see the shocked, light blush to Harry’s cheeks and he had to clench his body tight to stop himself from sweeping Harry up into his arms and kissing him with all the desire and passion he felt thrumming through his body.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Clint promised as he gave Harry a last appreciative once over, a confident smile that he wasn’t actually feeling and he forced himself to leave down Harry’s path, to his car and he forced himself to drive away after he watched Harry shut his front door.
He couldn’t keep the utterly ridiculous, goofy smile from his face and he almost wrapped himself around a tree thinking about Harry’s soft cheek under his lips. He’d give anything and everything to kiss every single millimetre of Harry’s body. His hands clenched on the steering wheel of the car he’d borrowed form Tony; it was going to be a very long night.
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Harry berated himself harshly as he thumped his head against the closed door. He was acting like a desperate slut and he’d seen the reaction his thoughtless invitation had caused. Clint had been horrified that he had invited him inside on what was their first date, despite the fact that they’d known one another and been living together, for six months, it had been a first date and everyone knew that only sluts and whores invited their dates into the house after a first date.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Harry hissed at himself, smacking his head back against the door.
The night hadn’t gone as Harry had thought, well…it had in the beginning, the unbreakable silence, the awkward shifting and the uncomfortable situation, but that had changed the minute the ice had been broken.
Harry had enjoyed his night out, he had spent the day leading up to the ‘date’ thinking of all the terrible things that could go wrong, of all the ways Clint could mess up, which he’d been half hoping for, because now he was back to being utterly confused about everything and he wanted Clint desperately enough to invite him inside what had become his private, personal sanctuary away from everyone else.
Everything was so much easier when he could hate Clint, when he could lay all the blame at his feet and wrap himself up in indignant anger, but with Clint being so well behaved and thoughtful, pulling back so he wasn’t always invading his personal space or demanding anything and everything from him, not staring at him or analysing his every move, the arousal Harry felt for him flared and he’d been semi-erect for half of the night, which had led to him inviting the man into his home, for what even Harry didn’t know, he didn’t know why he’d done it or even for what purpose, he hadn’t thought things through at all, but with his spiking arousal for Clint, it would have likely ended up in the bedroom if he’d had his way and that thought scared him a little.
But Clint had stepped back from the dangerous situation, he had said no and then he had kissed him. Harry’s cheek was still tingling, he was hyper aware of what had happened and the feel of Clint’s lips pressing into his cheek was burnt into his memory and then Clint had been gone and all sense had returned to him and he had dived into the house and locked the door tight.
Tugging a hand through his hair, Harry walked down the hallway and went into the kitchen and set to boiling the kettle, he needed a cup of tea to calm his nerves and he needed it now.
He absently took out his wand and scanned the house to reveal that nothing was amiss and everything was how he had left it and he sagged in utter relief. He wasn’t exactly expecting to come home to find a gang of men waiting to kill him every time he walked through the front door, but it was a fear, a small niggle of doubt that was always on his mind and he had to take care with his baby. Irrational it might be, but if it meant keeping his baby safe, he’d do it every single day for the rest of his life.
His phone beeped and Harry walked to where he’d left it on charge with a calming cup of tea in his hands. He picked the phone up one handed and pushed the buttons to pull up the text message.
‘Was that the baby’s Father? Damn Harry, how could you have just let him leave like that? I’d have had him in the house and straight into the bedroom.’
Harry laughed at Sean’s message and he went into the living room, sunk onto his settee and kicked off his shoes before he curled his legs up to make himself more comfortable. He texted a reply and sipped at his tea, very happy and relishing the calm, peaceful silence that encompassed his home.
The Tower had rarely been quiet, there was always something going on, something happening and even at his old home, he’d lived on a main street with no front garden, there was always traffic, always people shouting outside one of his windows in the middle of the night, the several times that drunken fights had broken out and the one time that some yob had actually thrown a bin through his living room window. It was no wonder that he’d never seen the place as a home; it was a storage facility where he’d kept all his stuff and had sometimes slept in. Not a place to raise a baby, to make a family, not like this place.
Harry could already envision a baby crawling around the living room floor, a highchair in the kitchen, high pitched giggles as he played with his son or daughter. He smiled happily, this place was a home, not just a house, and he loved it. Moving here had been the right thing to do, despite what anyone else said or thought, he knew in his heart that he’d needed this space, he’d needed a safe haven, a place he could run to if needs be and in the end, he had needed it and he’d come to love this house so very much in a relatively short amount of time.
He chatted via text message to Sean for a little while longer before they both said goodnight and Harry went up to bed; he checked his wards one last time, stripped himself off and climbed into bed. He had a problem that he needed to take care of before he’d be able to sleep, a persistent problem that had been annoying him all night and had been completely caused by Clint. Damn that confusing man.
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Clint arrived safely back at the Tower and he only just realised that he was whistling a stupid, jaunty tune in time to prevent some serious ribbing from Tony as the elevator doors slipped open to reveal the penthouse floor. He didn’t fully escape though because the grin that was making his face hurt on both sides refused to dissipate and Tony ribbed him over that instead.
“You’re home too early for that grin to mean what it usually does, unless you skipped out on dessert and had a different kind.” Tony winked lasciviously and Clint laughed.
He shook his head. “Harry isn’t that easy.” He defended, even though his mind kept going back to the invite that Harry had given him, what would they be doing right now if he’d taken Harry up on that invite.
He shook those thoughts away. Harry wasn’t easy, despite the invitation. He was the most stubborn bastard he knew and that made him smile. Harry was worth fighting for and he swore that if it took him a decade, he would make Harry his willingly bonded Omega.
He couldn’t move too fast though, he had to go at Harry’s pace, slower than the snail, slow. He could do that…he would do that, he swore it, he would make everything he’d ever done wrong up to Harry and he would care for him, protect him and love him for the rest of their lives. Harry deserved no less and it was with dawning realisation that he finally understood. He loved Harry. He loved him and he would do anything for him, but he had been pushing too hard, too fast to get what he wanted and he hadn’t taken into account Harry’s thoughts or feelings or how Harry had seen what had happened, it had taken the intervention of the enforcers to open his eyes to how he was actually treating Harry and he was sickened with himself.
He had violated Harry, he had been the one to lose control, Harry had already been weak, tortured for three straight weeks, day and night, he had been in a great deal of pain, sleep deprived, starved, dehydrated and off of his suppressant tablets for the first time since he’d matured enough to have full heat periods, there had been no way that Harry could have controlled the situation, it should have been him who had controlled everything, but he hadn’t been strong enough and he’d hurt Harry deeply, terribly.
Harry had forgiven him twice for what he’d done, but his oppressive, stifling actions had hurt Harry worse, the enforcers had made him see that and Clint hated, absolutely hated, the thought that he’d been the cause of Harry feeling even more hurt and distressed when all he wanted was for Harry to be happy. He realised now that he’d been going about it all wrong, but not anymore.
He decided that he was going to speak at length with Harry and if he was agreeable to the idea, that Harry was going to take the usual Alpha role. He was going to let Harry dictate what happened, when they would see one another, what they would do…everything that a typical pair would do would be reversed, it was the only way he could think of that would help Harry feel more comfortable with him, if he gave Harry all of the power, had him make all of the deciding factors and decisions in regards to them, then he would be unable to hurt him again. He hoped it worked, he really, really did.
“Earth to birdbrain Barton.”
Clint blinked and smiled as he saw his team members all staring at him. He controlled the blush that wanted to appear by suppressing it viciously. To be caught day dreaming like a school boy was bad enough without him blushing about it too.
“Sorry, just thinking.” He replied mildly.
“No need to ask what the subject was, that dopey grin you were wearing was enough of a tell.” Natasha said.
Clint smiled wider.
“I take it that the date went well?” Tony asked.
Clint nodded. “I learned a lot about him as a person.”
“Was he alright? Did he eat all of his food?” Steve fussed.
“He was perfectly fine and yes, he did eat all of his food, and all of his dessert, though he hated the decaffeinated coffee, apparently he wouldn’t water his plants with it.”
“Good boy, I like him.” Tony nodded as he gulped down his strong, dark, fully caffeinated coffee. “So I take it that you didn’t try to make more of the night? Unless you really don’t last too long.”
Clint scowled. “No, I thought it best to leave the night on a high rather than push myself on him. I’m going to do this properly Tony, I told you that the enforcers really opened my eyes, perhaps you should pay them a visit, maybe they could help you with your aversion to Omegas? But I’ve decided to let Harry dictate everything, we’re going to go slow and really do this properly. I’m going to date him, I want to know the real him, the person he is inside, before anything else happens. Everything has been fucked up from the start, I couldn’t control myself around his pheromones, it wasn’t his fault that he was releasing them, it wasn’t his fault that I reacted badly afterwards because of how Loki controlled me with the sceptre. I doubt he knew what month it was when he was in that room and what I did was unforgivable, but Harry has forgiven me, something I don’t deserve but I’m not going to question it, I’ll accept that and move on, like he wants me to. We can make this work; we will find a way to make it work, for all our sakes, including the baby’s. I owe it to the both of them to make this work and to back the fuck off before I hound him into the ground.”
Steve clapped him on the shoulder and the smile on his face told him that he’d said the right thing for once in his life.
“I’m proud of you, Clint.” Steve told him sincerely.
“As long as you keep to that promise, Clint.” Bruce told him. “Harry is still an Omega and he’s pregnant with your baby, he’s in his last trimester now, so the desire he’ll be feeling for you will be amplified.”
“I don’t think he has any desires for me.” Clint said seriously.
“Don’t try to tell him how to think or feel.” Bruce replied just as seriously. “He is a perfectly normal Omega under everything that has happened and he still reacts and thinks like a normal Omega. He will be desiring you because your baby is growing inside of him. Stay strong, don’t give in because if you do and it turns out he doesn’t feel the same desire once he’s given birth as he does while he’s pregnant, the both of you will be hurting and I don’t want that for either of you. Do as you plan to, get to know him, love him as a person, make him laugh, let him have fun and most importantly, let him go. Let him be his own person without crushing who he is under your foot, let him grow under your care even if some of the ‘Alpha dicks’ as Harry phrases it, laugh and spit at you, in the bigger picture they don’t matter at all, but Harry does matter, so gain his respect and his trust and eventually he’ll love you as a person too and not just as the Father to his baby and he won’t even see you as the Alpha who impregnated him on a rescue mission anymore. He’ll just see Clint, the man he loves.”
Clint swallowed and he nodded jerkily several times. “I will make this work if it’s what Harry wants as well.” He said detachedly. “Fury has put me into extensive training at S.H.I.E.L.D and I will learn to control myself and my baser thoughts. I won’t hurt him again. I won’t.”
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Harry was floating on cloud nine, he really was as he busied himself around the house and the stupid smile on his face refused to leave. His damn cheeks were aching, hurting even, but he still couldn’t stop grinning like a complete loon.
It had been three weeks since his first date with Clint and since then they’d been on two more dates. Clint took him out once a week, always on a Thursday evening and they shared an intimate meal together, though the last date night they’d been on Clint had asked to come three hours early and had whisked him off to a cinema to treat him to a film that Sean had told him about that he’d told Clint he was interested in seeing before they’d gone for dinner.
Clint still refused his, now almost pleading, invitations to stay over at his home and Harry berated himself for acting like a desperate whore, but he couldn’t help it. All thoughts of what had happened in the past, all thoughts of exactly how he’d gotten pregnant had flown from his mind, they had naturally had a few painful talks about what had happened when Clint had mentioned he was going through rigorous S.H.I.E.L.D training to help him control himself perfectly. It was usually voluntary, or on a referral basis by the psychological evaluator at S.H.I.E.L.D, Fury had made it mandatory, with no exceptions, for all Alpha employees last month, even Agent Coulson had had to go through this training and he’d been nothing but a complete gentleman to him, even when he’d been on a preheat, but the man had smiled and told him that he was doing it to set an example to all of the Alphas complaining that they didn’t need the training, because if there was one person who actually didn’t need the training at S.H.I.E.L.D it was Coulson, yet he’d gone through it, so none of the other Alphas could cause a fuss about it now, which is exactly what he’d wanted. Harry smiled about it, that man was too kind, too smart sometimes, for his own good.
Clint had been nothing but a kind, thoughtful man for the last few weeks and Harry was enjoying the positive attention immensely. Without the anger being stirred up through Clint’s demands, looks or outright controlling actions, Harry found himself actually wanting to spend time with him and wanting to get to know him. As soon as all of those typical Alpha qualities had disappeared, their relationship had started to bud and then slowly blossom.
Harry didn’t need to be controlled or told what to do, he didn’t need someone to dictate his day to him or to steer him around like a bloody bus as if he couldn’t walk on his own. He needed someone to care for him, to love him and spend time with him, to know the real him and what he liked and what he wanted and since the enforcers had straightened everything out, that’s exactly what Clint was doing and Harry loved it.
He looked forward to Thursdays more than any other day, he always pampered himself Wednesday night with a long soak in the bath, he cleaned every inch of his body and he spent most of Thursday picking out what he wanted to wear that didn’t make him look as obviously pregnant, as there was now no way that he could hide his bump without resorting to wearing a jumper than looked more like he was wrapped up in a twelve man tent and he welcomed the fluttery, butterfly nerves he got in the hours or so before Clint arrived.
This would be their fourth date and Harry was still nervous, he was half waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he shoved that thought away hard, he wouldn’t doubt anyone in such a way. He would not ruin this by expecting Clint to fail. He’d come to like the man that Clint was when he wasn’t posturing like an Alpha dick and telling him what to do and dragging him around or trying to evaluate his inner most secrets by staring at him and analysing him with his specialist S.H.I.E.L.D training. Once all of that had stopped, Harry was surprised to find that he actually got on well with Clint quite a bit and he bounced around the living room, obsessively straightening a small pile of books, tweaking a picture frame that he thought wasn’t completely straight as he waited for Clint to arrive for their date night. He wondered what Clint would do tonight, where he’d take him to eat this time.
“You’re terrible, Harry.”
He spun around and grinned at Sean, who was looking at him amusedly. They hugged in that awkward way that they had to do as their bellies touched before any other part of them was even close to touching.
“When’s he coming? Do you have time for a chat? Joe’s in work for another half an hour and there’s only some many times I can ignore phone calls from his Mother without getting a headache.”
Harry laughed. “Clint won’t be here for forty minutes yet, let’s have a cup of tea and a chat.”
Harry enjoyed his time with Sean, who he was coming to see as his very best friend, but he was still anxious and nervous for his date and time seemed to be moving backwards as he kept glancing at the clock on the wall only to realise that only a few minutes had passed since the last time he’d looked.
“Not boring you am I?” Sean laughed.
“No! God no, I just…”
“You want Clint to just hurry up and get here so that you can go and have your date, I understand. I was the same when I first met Joe. I couldn’t wait for him to arrive so that I could be with him. You and Clint are a good match Harry, despite the less than savoury start to your relationship. You’re good for one another and now that the enforcers have cleaned him up and sorted him out, I don’t know what’s holding you both back now, I’d be all over him if I were you.”
The sudden knock on the door startled an ‘eep’ sound from Harry that actually made him blush and he chuckled at himself for being such a twit as he shook his head and winked at a softly laughing Sean.
“Well that’s your man; I’ll put these cups in the sink and leave you two to it. Have fun, Harry, I’ll text you later tonight.”
Harry nodded and waved Sean off as he rushed to get to Clint, he was halfway to the door, excitement bubbling inside him, a happy grin already on his face when he stopped suddenly, he frowned and realised that Clint was ten minutes early. That had never happened before and Clint was obsessive about being on time, to the exact minute that Harry had agreed that he could come around to pick him up. He didn’t like this.
Harry slipped back into the kitchen, clamped a hand around Sean’s arm just as he was heading for the back door and put a finger to his lips. He grabbed his phone from where it was charging before his night out and he called Clint, all the while his heart was in his throat. He hoped that Clint was just as excited as he was and had come a little early with that excitement.
‘Hi Harry, are you alright? I’m just about to leave the Tower; you haven’t changed your mind have you? It’s okay if you have, I understand.’ Clint assured him, though he sounded devastated, even as he tried to hide it and Harry’s stomach hit his knees.
A simple spell cast from his hip to hide his wand from Sean’s sight revealed that the person outside had malicious intent. He had been so wrapped up and happy with his life for the last week that, utter fucking idiot that he was, he had forgotten to reinforce his wards and they had slipped down to nothing. He wanted to beat himself up, but now wasn’t the time. He should have known, he should have damn well pulled his head out of his arse and realised that something was wrong when Sean had managed to get into the house through the back door without him realising it and without his wards alerting him. He’d just been so excited and happy that he hadn’t thought about it. He was a complete fool and tonight that lax idiocy might cost him and Sean their lives as well as the lives of their unborn babies.
‘Harry?’
“Clint. There is someone at the door. I don’t know who. I thought it was you, but then I realised that it was too early, so I called to check.”
The ferocious stream of hammering startled Harry into gasping. He quickly locked the back door and moved away from the door and the window, pulling Sean with him.
“I don’t think they’re going to go away. Sean and I are in the house Clint, we’re alone.” Harry said breathlessly as he, bravely in his opinion, went into the passageway that led to his front door, dragging a quaking Sean behind him, before he slipped up the stairs and barricaded himself and Sean into his bedroom, where he had put his gun in preparation for his date night, he had stopped taking it with him after the second date.
‘Do not open the door.’ Clint told him seriously. ‘We’ll be there as soon as we can, I swear.’

“Okay, but you might want to hurry it up a little. I just heard a window breaking.” Harry whispered. “I’m going to get my gun, please hurry, Clint.”
“What are we going to do?” Sean whimpered, his body hunched, his eyes wide and showing far too much white, like a terrified horse about to bolt. Harry pulled him into a comforting hug as he listened to Clint yelling at the other Avengers and then there was a scuffle over the phone and suddenly Steve was talking to him.
‘Don’t engage them! Harry, listen to me, please, don’t go near them, don’t hang up on…’
Harry hung up the phone and then he called the emergency number for the enforcers. It answered after just half a ring.
‘This is the Omega emergency response team, where are you located?’
Harry jumped when he heard heavy booted feet on his stairs. He swallowed and warded the bedroom door tighter before he went to get his gun out of the safe he kept in his bedroom. He was too afraid to speak in case the intruders heard him and he kept Sean quiet and indicated with points and hand gestures to get him to go into the attached en suite bathroom.
‘If you can’t respond, we can trace your call with your permission; if you give your permission, please just make any sort of noise.’ The Alpha enforcer on the other end of the phone sounded desperate, like he really, really wanted to help, but couldn’t do anything more than he already had.
“My house is flagged.” Harry said softly as he walked into the en suite bathroom after Sean, gun in one hand, phone in the other and he locked the door and snuggled himself down beside the sink, squashing Sean against the wall, using his own body to shield his friend’s. “I’m Harry James Potter, there are people in my house, they broke in through a downstairs window.”

‘I’ve got your address, a response team has been sent and will be with you as quickly as possible, stay low, keep away from any doors or windows and lock yourself in any room that you can.’
“Is Luke or Ollie-Jay there?” Harry asked fearfully as he felt the wards on his bedroom door fall under an onslaught of gunfire. After all if there was no door to anchor the wards…there were no wards.
‘Harry, what’s happened?’ Ollie’s voice had never sounded sweeter and he was so glad that the man was on duty tonight. ‘Carson said he heard gunfire over the phone.’
“They’re inside the house.” Harry said as loudly as he dared as he heard someone rifling through his wardrobe in the next room. “They have some serious firepower, at least semi-automatics and they just shot through a locked door. They’re right outside the room that I’m hiding in. They found me, Ollie. I’ve got another pregnant Omega with me too, my neighbour and friend, Sean. His Alpha, Joe is still in work.”
‘Luke is on his way to you with a full team Harry, just hold tight. You and Sean.’
Harry nodded, even though he knew that Ollie-Jay couldn’t see it over the phone. He pressed back against the wall and hugged the sink to his body, hiding his pregnant belly against the porcelain and hiding Sean from immediate view of the door. Whatever happened, he hoped that Sean and his daughter were unhurt and completely fine at the end of it.
There was silence from the bedroom and Harry didn’t even breathe as he trained his gun on the door, his arms relaxed, but his elbows locked, ready to fire the minute that door opened as he strained his hearing to hear any little noise to indicate where the intruders were, he needn’t have bothered as the bathroom door was suddenly kicked in and Sean screamed, but Harry reacted on instinct and he shot the first man through the door on complete reflex, right in the stomach, the second man met a similar fate, only Harry got him through the groin, but the third man, a huge, muscled beast of a man, pounced on him and bashed the hand holding the gun against the side of the bath and Harry let it go with an automatic impulse reaction to the immediate, severe pain in his wrist. He heard shouting through his phone that he’d dropped on the floor, Ollie-Jay’s worried, scared voice as Harry grappled with the bigger, stronger man who was trying to subdue him.
A punch to the head, glass breaking and Harry screamed, Sean screamed and then it was all over, another man rushed in to the bathroom and he had a small, brown glass bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. The first man grabbed Harry, dazed as he was from the punch to the face and from his head bouncing off of the bathroom mirror and he held him still, pinning his arms and wrapping a leg around Harry’s own so he couldn’t kick out and the second man clamped the wet cloth around his mouth and nose.
He tried not to breathe, he clawed at the hands clamped over his mouth and nose and he panicked as he felt his body weaken, as he felt the effects of the chloroform as it started affecting him, slowing his body and muddling his mind.
He tried to kick out to no effect as that thickly muscled leg clenched him tighter, making his legs useless as a weapon. He wriggled as much as he could to try and free himself, but it didn’t work and he even tried to throw his head back to dislodge the cloth, but he was held too tightly, one huge hand from the man behind him clamped over his forehead to keep it still as the second man pushed on the cloth harder, forcing him to breathe in the fumes from the wet cloth. He even tried to bite the hand of the man pushing the cloth into his face, but the cloth was folded over too many times and all he was biting was the chloroform sodden cloth. This fight was over, he couldn’t do any more and he couldn’t break free, he could only hope that the Avengers and the enforcers got here quickly enough to stop him from being kidnapped and to help Sean, who was still huddled like a terrified child against the bathroom sink. As a third unknown man came into the room, the last thing Harry heard was Sean screaming and his vision petered out slowly and then, all at once, he fell unconscious.
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A/N: I make no apologies for this; it’s just far too much fun to play around with this universe and it would be a waste to do things by half. Originally this scene only contained Harry and Sean wasn’t even there, he never came over for a chat and it was only Harry who was attacked, but that’s just not fun enough, so I added in a second pregnant Omega and poor Sean is being dragged along for the ride too. It livens things up a little.
Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, I’ll be seeing you lovelies very soon with chapter seventeen as I made sure I was more than halfway through it before posting this chapter, I won’t leave you with such a terrible cliffhanger for long, I’m going to post it exactly one week from now, so until then lovelies,
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