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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

“I told you that you should have told him sooner.” Bruce told Clint before leaving for his own lab and he hoped that Harry would be alright, he really liked the strong, stubborn, independent twenty year old and the last thing he wanted to do was push him away or isolate him when he was already so very isolated from everyone around him. He’d give him some space and then go and see him, hindsight was always a rueful thing, he knew now that he should have told Harry right from the off, no matter what Steve said about it having to be Clint because of the sake of honour or waiting for Clint to actually pull his shit together. He should have taken the boy aside and told him and now it was too late, now they could have alienated Harry for good.

Chapter Six – Repentance

Harry sat on the settee in his bedroom and rubbed his belly gently. He was feeling queasy, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was the pregnancy he had recently found out about, or because of the confrontation with the Avengers about their treatment of him and the baby he carried.
He had still been hoping, even though he knew it not to be true, that they had known nothing about it, or at the least some of them hadn’t known anything about it, but he had known, not even that deep down either, that he had been clutching at straws. They had all known and had all chosen to keep it from him.
He wondered what to do next; did he even want to go back to S.H.I.E.L.D? Was it too dangerous for him to leave? He sighed. He just wanted to go home and be on his own, but the best he could do at the moment was lock himself up in his room in Stark Tower.
He doubted very much that he would be allowed to leave, not now that it was confirmed that he was carrying the baby of one of the Avengers. It made him such a huge target if anyone found out he had the baby of an Avengers member, he and his child would constantly be in danger, but could he take that risk of staying for protection and confirming he had the baby of one of the Avengers? Or should he leave and hope no one would ever find out. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what would be the best or the safest thing to do and he had finally cracked and let the Avengers know that he knew what had happened which only served to confuse him more.
They had been waiting for Clint to tell him personally, but for whatever reason, the man had seemed unable to do so. It seemed to have mattered a great deal to Steve and to Thor that it was Clint personally who told him, likely because Steve came from a different time and Thor was raised differently, where one took the consequences of their actions. He had read the report of Thor being banished to Earth without his powers or his hammer, that must have been a horrible experience for him at the time, being thrown onto a different planet without any of the ways he knew of to protect himself, alone and unknowing of when he could go home. But the others? Natasha, Tony, Bruce and Clint himself.
Harry sucked in a breath. Pepper. He had become very fond of the efficient redhead, who was very dangerous in her own right and had helped him deal with the overprotective Alphas when she had come back from her business trip to New York. He hoped so very much that Pepper wasn’t in on it too; he wanted at least one person to have not known.

“Jarvis?” He asked softly like he had seen the others do on occasion, wondering if the A.I. system would even answer him.

“Yes Master Harry?”

Harry smiled happily as the voice of the A.I. surrounded him.

“Is Pepper here please?”

“Miss Pepper is currently in her rooms Master Harry, she is reading.”

Harry grinned ruefully as the A.I. had guessed his next question before Harry had thought of it.

“Do you think she’d mind being disturbed?”

“Miss Pepper never minds Master Harry.”

“Thank you Jarvis, please just call me Harry, no master business.”

“As you wish…Harry.”

Harry was back in a good mood as he slipped out of his room and counted the doors down the corridor. He remembered her room because it was closest to the bathroom on the side away from it.
He hesitated slightly, before biting his lip and knocking softly, half hoping that maybe she hadn’t heard him. He wanted to know if she had known, but he didn’t at the same time. He was confused and he was just about to flee back down the corridor when the door opened sharply and Pepper’s stern look slid away into a smile and she invited him inside.

“Please come in and sit down Harry, I thought for a moment you were Tony, but he wouldn’t have knocked. What can I do for you?”

Harry sat on Pepper’s settee and she sat next to him, moving her book to her bedside table.

“I…I don’t know how much anyone has told you…”

“About your captivity? Tony showed me some of the footage to help me understand.”

“But not all of it?” Harry asked curiously.

Pepper shook her head. “No, I saw bits and pieces, excerpts from the footage; I think only top S.H.I.E.L.D agents and the Avengers saw the whole footage and it took them almost the entire time you were in the medical bay to do so. Why, what did you want to talk about?”

“I’m pregnant Pepper. I slipped into a heat period while I was caught and I’m pregnant.” Harry said without hesitation, not beating around the bush, watching her reaction closely.

The uncontrollable widening of Pepper’s eyes told him that she hadn’t even known that much and a small burst of hope flared within his chest.

“Oh Harry, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry, have you got everything you need? I’m sure I could get you anything you needed.” She told him, plucking her Starkphone nimbly from the bedside table and started scrolling through it.

“I’m only a month pregnant; I ordered the tests and some books for the information.”

“The parcels that arrived for you.”

Harry nodded, not telling her that the first package to arrive was full of salves and potions for his leg and scars.

“I did the test three days ago and it confirmed I was pregnant.”

Pepper touched his hand and when Harry didn’t flinch away, she held his hand tightly.

“You must be feeling so pulled apart, I can’t believe Tony didn’t tell me!”

“He didn’t tell you because it wasn’t one of the people who captured me that impregnated me Pepper.”

“Then who…”

“The only other person to get into the building.”

“Clint?!” She asked, her eyes going saucer wide, her hands clenching reflexively.

Harry nodded. “He was caught in my heat pheromones, he mated me and then got me out, I feel so torn, I want to beat the shit out of him Pepper, but he risked his own life to save mine, he was shot four times trying to get me out, he could have been killed or permanently crippled trying to get me out. I don’t know what to do. If I scream and hit him, it seems ungrateful, but I don’t want to thank him either.”

Pepper blinked and she understood his dilemma in an instant. She stood up and she strode to her door, stomping on her high heels.

“You leave this to me, I’ll sort this out.” She said sternly.

Harry trotted after her as fast as his aching leg could manage, he got into the lift just as the doors were closing and he panted against the wall.

“Just stay behind me alright Harry; I’ll make Clint regret he ever started breathing.”

Harry couldn’t breathe enough to talk, but as soon as Pepper arrived on the main floor of Tony’s penthouse, she strode off and Harry could only hobble after her, wondering what she would do. He didn’t know what he wanted her to do.
He had to stop when his leg started having an ‘episode’ but he could still see Pepper approaching Clint, who was sat morosely on the settee.

“How dare you!” She shouted before she reached him and Harry smiled as he watched the Avengers turn around and recoil away from an angry Pepper.

Tony rushed to intercept her but she just pointed at him and he backed away holding his hands up.

“Pep, it’s not what you think.”

“It’s not what I think? What I think Tony? No! This is what Harry thinks, when were you going to tell me?!”

“You sound just like Harry.” Clint said emotionlessly, bottling himself up.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he is pregnant with your child, the baby you’ve forced on him under rape charges!”

Clint went white and then green, Pepper backed off when she saw his blue eyes widen, his biceps and forearms bulging.

“You’re the first person to say that out loud.” Clint whispered, not looking away from whatever he was looking at in front of him. “I did rape him.”

“It was an accident Pepper.” Tony told her, taking her arm in a hand.

Pepper regained herself, firmed herself as she caught sight of a pale, ash white Harry standing by the lift.

“No, I know you, you would have found everything out, S.H.I.E.L.D would have had Harry’s heat schedule on file, you knew that there was a chance he would be on heat. You sent an Alpha into that building knowing there was a tortured Omega inside who could have been on heat!”

“It wasn’t that simple Pepper, Clint was the only person we could get in the building, we tried everything to get through the doors, but they were too well covered.” Steve told her. “We tried to get Natasha into the building to help, but we’d lost contact with Clint, we didn’t know where he was or what was happening, when he came back online, he had already found Harry and had reported not smelling any pheromones, we didn’t think there was any need to send her in after that.”

“But what happened, if Harry was on heat, and he obviously was, then his pheromones would have saturated the entire building.”

“There was an industrial air conditioner in the room with him.” Clint said his eyes too wide and his breath too short. “It was behind the heavy steel door, I pushed it open and I could see Harry, the room was cold, but I thought it was a torture technique, I couldn’t smell anything. I reported it in and stepped into the room. It took me three steps to notice the air conditioner, four to realise that I could smell heat pheromones and my mind was just gone. I regret what I’ve done so much and I’ll never be able to say sorry to him enough for what I’ve done to him, but believe me when I say I couldn’t control myself.”

“You are trained to deal with these situations!” Pepper refused to relent.

“Nothing I have ever gone through, in life or simulation, has ever trained me for that degree of pheromone in such a high stress situation!” Clint argued. “I regained enough of myself after only one mating to realise what was going on and what was happening and I got us both out of there, lesser dominants would have stayed for the entire heat period, putting Harry in further danger. I did what I could given the situation!”

“Why was the level of pheromones so high?” Pepper asked curiously.

“Those people had Intel they shouldn’t have, they knew the Avengers were coming and they were busy rigging their hide out to prevent us getting access.” Tony told her. “I think they left Harry locked up alone for the entire time, letting his pheromones accumulate in that one room so when Clint entered, he was hit with a concentrated dose.”

“That and it was my first adult heat.” Harry put in softly, his nausea and pain lessened now as he approached them carefully.

“How could it have been your first adult heat?” Bruce asked. “You said that before, but adult heats come between seventeen and twenty, but anything over eighteen is really very uncommon, seventeen is the average and more than eighty percent of Omegas have their first heat at seventeen and ten percent have them at eighteen. There have only been less than a hundred documented cases of an Omega having their first adult heat at twenty and nearly all of them were victims of very severe childhood abuse.”

Harry looked away. “There is a lot you don’t know about me Bruce, a lot S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t know. I felt when I would have had my first adult heat. I was seven months into my nineteenth year.”

“You were in S.H.I.E.L.D’s employment at nineteen.” Tony said softly, his mind working far quicker than anyone else’s.

“I was already on the suppressants. My capture was the only time I haven’t taken them, I’m always on time for them, I’ve read reports on Omegas in the field who forgot them or their injection wore off while they were undercover and I swore I wouldn’t be like them, only now I am.”

“We’ll get you through this Harry.” Pepper promised. “If you need anything, you come to me and I’ll get it for you.”

“Thanks Pepper.” Harry smiled. “But I just want to try and move on and forget that this ever happened.”

“What about the baby?” Clint couldn’t help asking.

“This is my baby.” Harry told him with a glare he couldn’t quite help. “Under the Omega Protection Act, that explicitly says that any baby created out of duress, rape, coercion, force or blackmail by an Alpha has no right to the Omega or the resulting baby created, you have absolutely no right to my baby or to even call my baby yours, accident or not, remorseful or not. If you touch my baby, I’ll break your neck.”

A shiver rolled down the entire length of Clint’s body and he fell back against the settee and Harry almost felt bad. Almost, but not quite. Clint had saved his life, but he would not allow the man anywhere near his baby.
He needed to plan and he needed to get away, he couldn’t stay here. He realised that now. He could easily find another job, could easily buy another house and set up a home for him and his child, the hardest part would be getting out of Stark Tower and away from S.H.I.E.L.D and all its associated parties, but for his child he’d try his hardest to do so.

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Clint felt like slime, no, he felt worse than slime, he felt disgusting and dirty and so ashamed of himself. He swallowed hard and bitterly, Harry was enforcing the Omega Protection Act, which meant he had absolutely no rights to his own child. He flinched and settled back into his bed. Harry was just down the corridor, but he didn’t know if he should go and plead his case or just leave Harry alone.
He had never felt hesitation like this before, had never not known what to do in any situation, not since he was a child and had had his older brother Bernard ‘Barney’ Barton looking after him.
He didn’t want to be kept from his first and only child, the only child he was ever likely to have. He wanted as much access and time with his child as possible, but if Harry legally invoked the OPA laws and put on the baby’s birth certificate that the baby’s Father was just an Alpha who had violated him, there was nothing he could do and he would never have access, not even supervised visits, with his own flesh and blood.
He covered his face with his hands and wondered if Tony and Bruce were right, if it would have been so much better if he had just told Harry, but he had thought he had more time to come to terms with what he had done first. He didn’t exactly go around raping Omegas often, this was the first and he couldn’t stop thinking of himself as a rapist. He had raped someone and every time he thought about it bile slipped up his throat and he had to give a hard swallow to get it back down into his clenching stomach. When Pepper had told him so bluntly to his face that he had raped Harry, he hadn’t been able to breathe; she had been the first person other than himself to say it to him.
He drew in a shuddering breath. He had listened to himself and not told Harry once before, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He stood from the bed and gathered his courage, he just hoped Harry didn’t scream or anything, Thor’s room was the closest to Harry’s and he didn’t fancy taking on the God of Thunder tonight.
He took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door, just in case Harry was sleeping. He wanted to explain himself, but he didn’t want to wake Harry up if he was sleeping.
He held his ground, still hearing his team calling him a coward, and he knocked again. Harry opened the door almost as soon as he stopped knocking. He was sleep tousled, but wide awake, so he had likely been tossing and turning in bed, but not actually sleeping.

“What do you want?” Harry asked.

“I…” Clint breathed in deeply and centred himself. “I need to explain to you Harry.”

“I know what happened Clint; I don’t need you to explain it to me, I understand what happened perfectly.”

“Please, just let me explain Harry, not about what happened, I’m sure you’re sick to death of hearing about that, but at least let me explain why I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Clint was just pleased that Harry was even considering it, a thoughtful frown on his beautiful face, he had fully expected the door to be slammed shut on him.

“Fine, come in, but if I tell you to leave, I want you to leave immediately. I have Pepper and Natasha on speed dial.”

Clint didn’t think on why Harry thought of women protecting him before men, he was sure Harry had all of them on speed dial, including Steve, Thor, Tony and Bruce, all of whom would run to help him, but it was with Pepper and Natasha he threatened with, not with any of the strong, physically imposing men. Maybe Harry thought he wouldn’t fight a woman? If that was the case then perhaps Harry didn’t think him a complete piece of slime after all.
Clint was not offered the settee or the bed, so he stood, even as Harry sat on the edge of the settee, his knee jerking helplessly. Clint felt bad for him, he knew how damaged the muscles and nerves were and how painful it jerking out of his control would be.

“Well?” Harry snapped through his thoughts and he took a deep breath, knowing how hard and painful this would be for himself to admit, but he didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to make things right with Harry.

“I didn’t tell you because I was afraid Harry. I know I have absolutely no good excuse for keeping it from you, I know that nothing I can say will ever be a good enough excuse for you, but it’s the truth regardless. I was afraid. I have never, ever done anything like that to any Omega before, honestly I keep the hell away from any and all Omegas, you read the reports on the invasion of Manhattan, you know I was taken over by Loki and was forced to do things I never would have dreamed of doing, I almost killed everyone I work with, everyone I ever felt any sort of connection with or feelings for, I almost got Agent Coulson killed with the storm I led on the Helicarrier and being caught in your pheromones was a lot like that and it terrified me. I had lost my mind again, lost my free will of my own actions and it reminded me so acutely of when Loki took me over that I panicked. I hated feeling so out of control, so lost. What I did to you was terrible Harry, I know, but if I had had any choice in the matter, I would never have done it, never. No matter what people are always saying about Alphas, we’re not all like that, I do not go searching for Omegas on heat to take advantage of, you can bet your last dollar that Steve would rather eat his own eyeballs than do anything to disrespect any Omega and Tony is so afraid of being sued for everything he has, he has every one-night stand screened for their born rank to make sure he doesn’t bring back any Omegas. None of us meant to hurt you Harry, I’m sorry.”

Harry was quiet for a long while before he responded.

“That’s all well and good Clint, apologising might make you feel better, might help ease your guilt and let you sleep at night, but how does it help me? I’m still pregnant; I’m still going to be forced to have a baby I didn’t want at just twenty years old. I’m not ready Clint; I don’t feel ready for this!”

“We can all help you if you’ll let us Harry. You don’t have to be alone. If you don’t bring up the Protection Act, I can help you with the baby, you can be sure Steve and Tony, Bruce and Thor, Natasha and Pepper will all help you, all you have to do is let us help. We want to help, I want to help Harry, to make up for the botched rescue attempt, please let us help you.”

Harry was clearly thinking and Clint didn’t want to spoil it by saying something that would ruin it, so he bit his tongue.

Harry sighed. “I’ll think about it, but nothing you can ever say or do will ever make me forgive you for what you did to me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, truly I wouldn’t, I just want the chance to prove I’m not some sort of lowlife, scumbag who runs around looking for Omegas in vulnerable states to take advantage of.”

Harry nodded. “I will think about it Clint, but right now I want to sleep on it.”

Clint took the hint and he left happier than when he knocked on Harry’s door, he felt lighter, even though Harry would likely never forgive him, he hoped they could patch things up and maybe move on from this.

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Harry still couldn’t sleep after Clint had left, even though he was tired. He had been adamant that he was leaving, but now he wasn’t sure it was the best idea. His mind was racing, trying to work out any ulterior motives Clint could possibly have. He was just giving himself a headache.
He placed a hand on his still flat belly, wondering if the baby was Clint’s ulterior motive, he had said not to invoke the Omega Protection Act which would leave him no legal or otherwise claim to the baby, was Clint trying to take the baby from him or did he just want the chance to see the child once it was born?
He growled and tossed in the bed again, he didn’t know what he was supposed to think or do, he didn’t know what to do and he had absolutely no one to ask for their opinion or for their help, he didn’t know what to do.
He still remembered the pregnancy test he had owl ordered from St Fiacre’s, he had sat in the bathroom in the middle of the night, praying that none of the Avengers woke up and needed the toilet because he didn’t think he could move as he clutched the little stick in his hands.
When it had flashed up pregnant, three weeks, he had backed up into the sink and almost fallen into the shower bath. He had had a small panic attack in the bathroom, grabbing Jarvis’ attention, who asked him coolly if he should get Master Tony or Master Bruce.
Harry had swallowed hard and shook his head, biting out a few breathless no’s. He had clutched that test so tightly it had almost cracked. He had forced himself to breathe and splashed cold water onto his face. He had made sure he had all of the packaging for the test, leaving no evidence behind, before he rushed to his room and locked himself in. He shoved the test and the box into the depths of his suitcase and he had not slept at all for the rest of the night, his mind racing with thoughts and his heart heavy with feelings and emotions. It was then that he knew for sure that Clint had impregnated him and he had started getting his head around himself having a baby, four days on and he still hadn’t managed it.
He hadn’t been able to wait for the pregnancy test, and it was really small, so he had ordered it via owl and had stayed in his bedroom the day it was due to arrive so no one would see the owl.
He had immediately ordered books and information, prenatal potions and anything else they recommended for male pregnancy from St Fiacre’s, but insisted they post it via Muggle means and the very large package had arrived for him a few days later and had been brought to him by Steve, who was very curious about what he was ordering and how.
Harry had smiled and told him it was none of his business, to which the olden time, honourable man had blushed and immediately agreed that it was none of his business and wandered away, Harry would have felt bad if it wasn’t so funny.
Harry tossed in bed again and thought back to the last week of his life, he hadn’t done much except hide pregnancy books under novels he had already read and sit quietly in Tony’s living room ignoring all of the others, though it was nice to be among people who liked reading in the quiet too, Steve would sit with a book and read or with his sketch pad drawing, Bruce would sometimes join them with science text or paperwork and it was peaceful and Harry enjoyed it, even if learning about everything he could expect during his pregnancy upset and distressed him.
Harry flumped onto his back and just decided to go and get something to drink, warm milk or something. He had never particularly liked milk, having never been allowed it in childhood, but the book said it was good for the baby so he was willing to force it down.
He padded softly down the hallway and pressed the call button for the lift, spending a moment before it arrived looking over his shoulder for anyone coming out of their rooms, he really didn’t want to be escorted to the kitchen and watched obsessively before being escorted back to his room like a toddler.
He made it to the kitchen and poured a mug of milk, putting it in the microwave and heating it slightly. He didn’t know Tony’s rules on drinking in the bedrooms or taking cups from the kitchen, so he sat at the table to drink the mug of milk.
He got lost in thought and soon he just put his head on the table to think, his thoughts making him feel heavy and worn down, but he must have ended up falling asleep because the next thing he knew Steve was touching his shoulder gently and he jerked awake, scrubbing a hand over his face and blinking around him.

“Uh?” He groaned sleepily.

“It’s half six in the morning Harry, are you alright?”

“Mmm. I must have fallen asleep.” He said through a yawn.

“Do you want to go to bed and sleep for a little longer, or would you like breakfast?”

“Breakfast sounds nice.” Harry said with a smile. “I don’t mind making it; it’s about time I helped chip in.”

“It’s alright, I’ve got it. It’s my turn on the rota to cook breakfast.”

“Sit down and let me do it.” Harry glared at Steve, who swallowed, not in fear or anything stupid like that, but probably swallowing down a dozen reasons why Harry shouldn’t be allowed to cook or go near sharp utensils or the oven.

Harry happily went and searched through the cupboards and fridge, happy in the knowledge that he knew what everyone liked by now and started making thin pancakes for crepes, he made sure the fillings were all fruit to stave off the worry or the lectures he was bound to get, plus Tony had a thing for blueberries, sometimes the only way to get the man to eat anything was to make it blueberry flavoured.

“These are really, really good.” Steve told him as he served himself peach and apricot crepes from the plate and bowls Harry had put them on, each bowl had a different fruit filling, from diced strawberries, blueberries, diced peaches and apricots, kiwi and grapes and thin apple slices. There was a huge variety of fresh fruit available in the kitchen and Harry suspected it was Pepper’s doing.

“I did say I was a good cook, I wasn’t lying.” Harry grinned ruefully as he took a thin pancake from the plate stacked high with them and filled it with blueberries, folded it up and ate it before Tony woke up and hived them all away.

“What’s in the oven, it smells lovely.”

“Muffins, blueberry ones, cherry ones and chocolate ones for Natasha and Pepper. Girls like chocolate.”

“You do too I bet.” Steve grinned and Harry smiled unrepentantly back as he stuffed a kiwi and grape crepe into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. It worked surprisingly well and he made and ate another one.

Natasha swayed into the room with Clint, the both of them dressed in gym clothes and covered in drying sweat.
Natasha immediately went for the diced strawberries, folding them into the pancake and eating it happily, Harry watched Clint subtly, wanting to know a bit more about his baby’s father, wondering what filling he would choose. He was slightly surprised that Clint went for an unusual apple and kiwi filling.
Tony came out very soon after with Bruce in tow from down in the labs. They came over to the table to join them. Tony saw the bowl of blueberries and was pulling it towards himself before he had even sat down, he was still talking to Bruce about whatever they were doing, Harry smiled as he realised it was an almost unconscious thing for Tony to immediately go for the blueberries.

“These are really, really good, you’ve out done yourself Steve, I told you practice would make you better at cooking.” Tony said as he took another huge bite out of his blueberry crepe.

“It wasn’t me who made them.” Steve said, nodding his head towards Harry, who was happily making his fruit filling of strawberries, blueberries and kiwi all artisan before folding it up and stuffing it into his mouth.

He noticed everyone watching him and he swallowed with a frown. “What?” He demanded.

“These are really good.”

“I told you I was a good cook. I wasn’t lying.”

“These are better than good cook level. These are amazing!” Tony praised and Harry couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s fine, I’ve got to get more fruit into my diet anyway for the baby.”

“There have to be more blueberries though.” Tony frowned as his bowl was empty already.

Harry wondered if Tony even knew where the blueberries in his own kitchen were kept, but as he peered around looking for them, it seemed obvious he had no clue.

“You really don’t know your way around your own kitchen?”

Tony shrugged. “I only put a kitchen in here because Pepper said I should, I’d order take out every day if it was up to me.”

“Thank fuck it’s not up to you.” Harry said with an eye roll as he took the empty bowl from Tony, took two punnets of blueberries from the huge fridge, of which there at least eight punnets left, washed them, dried them, tipped them into the bowl and handed them back to Tony, who grinned so thankfully and happily at him that Harry had to grin back.

The oven beeped to let Harry know his muffins were done and he hurriedly stuffed another bite of his breakfast into his mouth, chewing as he pulled on oven gloves to pull them out.

“Did you make your own muffins? Seriously, you can make muffins?” Tony demanded. “Did you make blueberry ones?”

Harry held a blueberry muffin out to Tony who took it from him and bit into it, even though it was still hot.
He actually moaned around his mouthful and Harry plated up the three flavours of muffins and took two blueberry muffins before giving the entire plate to Tony when he wordlessly demanded it.

“These are better than those muffins at that coffee house I like!” Tony grinned. “I make Happy go out every morning to get me coffee and blueberry muffins from that coffee place.”

Harry remembered the paper bag of blueberry muffins that Agent Coulson had given him the morning he had been taken and wondered if Tony was the friend Agent Coulson had been referring to, the man was the Avengers handler and was present on all their missions, so they could be classed as friends, but he didn’t see Tony giving up anything blueberry flavoured willingly. He sighed if only he had stayed at work that day, perhaps things could have been very, very different, hindsight and all of the rest.

“I can make you more if you’d like. I enjoy baking.”

Harry took one muffin of each flavour and peeled a mouthful off of each one, tasting them critically and smiling as they all met his expectations.

“If you ever feel like baking, feel free to feed me blueberry muffins.” Tony told him, ruffling his hair.

Harry rolled his eyes and ate the rest of his muffins, drinking freshly made orange juice, before eating another crepe.
It was then that Thor made an appearance, wearing next to nothing and Harry couldn’t help but stare appreciatively, partly wishing Thor had forgone the boxer shorts too.

“Thor, how many times, you need to get dressed before coming to the table!” Steve chastised. “There are women and an Omega present!”

Thor looked bashful, his cheeks and upper chest going pink and Harry grinned.

“Oh don’t get dressed on my account.” Harry grinned. “I’m rather enjoying the view. Sit and eat Thor, have a muffin before they go cold.”

Thor did as was asked, sitting in the one of the only seats available, which were very luckily on either side of Harry, who was very happy at the seating arrangement.
Thor was distracted by the food and Harry was distracted by the mountain of muscle beside him.

“Harry, you need to eat.” Clint told him, Harry didn’t hear the hint of jealousy and anger, but everyone else did.

“I’ve eaten enough.” Harry said distractedly, not taking his eyes from an oblivious Thor, who was happily complimenting the food as he ate what was left.

Tony chuckled behind him and shoved his shoulder, unfortunately, or rather fortunately, Harry wasn’t expecting it and went into Thor, his hands sliding over bulging muscles and sliding down to Thor’s huge thighs. Harry went pink, but he couldn’t stop grinning.
Thor caught him and held his shoulders in huge hands and demanded to know if he was alright, putting his face close to Harry’s and asking if Tony had hurt him.

“Oh no, I’m fine. How did you get such huge muscles?”

“I am a warrior of Asgard. I need to be in the best of strength I can be to protect those around me.”

“I can feel that.”

A chair scraped over the floor suddenly and Clint stood up and strode away quickly. Harry watched him go curiously, his mind analysing his gait, his body language, the stiffness of his back and shoulders and how he didn’t look back not even once. It made Harry so very curious, if Clint’s only concern was the baby, then why did he care what or who Harry did?

“What’s his problem?” He huffed, even though he believed he already knew, but he happily turned back to Thor and fed him more food, his hand placed on one of those solid thighs. He refused to feel guilty; he had nothing to feel guilty for, but this did make him burn with curiosity to test this new development, no one but Malfoy had ever called him a Saint after all.

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A/N: Busy, busy week last week, but I’m back now with chapter six, chapter seven will be up soon, I’m thinking Sunday or Monday and chapter eight will be up next week as well hopefully, fingers crossed for that one, so Damaged Bodies will be getting a chapter boost.

JulyAngel: They’re born Alphas, but they choose how they act, just like we do. Normal Alphas who don’t care about social rank or aren’t bothered by it come across as protective to Omegas and sometimes even Betas, because that’s what society dictates they should feel, but the reality isn’t as clear cut as that, you get the dicks who dislike all Omegas and are discriminate towards them, thinking they’re just a distraction and shouldn’t be allowed in the work place and will harass and tease them, calling them names etc and then there are others who are downright hateful of all Omegas, which is where you get Alpha parents disowning or abandoning their Omega child.
If you get to know someone and come to like or love them, then the protective feelings increase, Fury feels protective over Harry because he is one of his Agents, accepted into his Agency and he feels responsible for all of his Agents, so when Harry was found to be in danger through workplace negligence and was then kidnapped and subjected to torture, his protectiveness went into overdrive. Think of it as any other discrimination, racism, sexism, ageism, homophobism, only instead of age, gender, race or sexual orientation, it’s because you’re born an Omega, the perceived weakest and most useless of the social ranks, good for nothing other than stress relief, fucking and making babies, in some Alpha and Beta eyes.
As for Harry leading the war, he was the prophesised child, the only one said to be able to defeat Voldemort, Omega or otherwise, they had to put their trust in him and his close friends and family knew how tough and determined he was, despite being an Omega, and of course once Dumbledore, the figurehead for the ‘light’ rallied behind Harry, the only hope for the wizarding world, the rest fell into line.

Guest: Harry was not able to Apparate out of the factory where he was being held because he did not have his wand on him. It is implied in canon that a witch or wizard needs a wand to be able to Apparate and Harry’s was locked in a safe at his home. Not to mention he was very sleep deprived and had been tortured, his mind was a mess so he would have very likely splinched himself very badly, which would not only have been disastrous and would have probably killed him, but would have broken the Statute of Secrecy too, so no, it was impossible even if he did have his wand on him, which he didn’t.

anon: The Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics aren’t canon, and yes they are a fandom all of their own, you can Goggle it if you’d like on a fandom site called Fanlore to get more basic information, though I have changed some things so it’s not a solid guideline. There are loads of fandoms that have A/B/O dynamics though, not just Avengers, but Sherlock, Harry Potter, Teen Wolf and many more.

I hope you’ve all enjoyed this chapter! Until the next one lovelies,

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