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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

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.

Chapter Seven – Accusation and Interrogation

“Where are you going though?” Steve asked him for the umpteenth time.

“Out!” Harry replied once again. “I’m going stir crazy in this house!”

“Let me go with you.”

“No.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out!” Harry yelled as he stepped out of the building and got into the taxi he had called, slamming the door on Steve and telling he driver to take him to a shopping centre.

“Alpha problems?” The man sighed, Harry was happy to scent that he was a Beta and a bonded one at that.

“A very over protective Alpha.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“If he bothers you too much, call the enforcers, they’ll sort him out.”

“Oh it’s not that bad, honestly, he’s just worried. The enforcers don’t need to be involved; they’re only for emergencies and very bad Alphas, not ones who are just being overprotective.” Harry hurriedly assured. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to be taken away and locked up by the enforcers, who were a branch off of the police force, only they dealt solely with Alphas and they were a lot less tolerant than most police officers.

Harry let the silence fill the taxi, not feeling the need to speak, he got out and paid for his ride and went into the shopping centre, intent on buying some things he needed.

Of course he would get distracted by the baby shops though, he couldn’t help it. He had easily ignored the first four he had walked past, what with them being coloured in pink, yellow and beige, displaying cute little baby clothes and female maternity wear, but the fifth was aimed purely at pregnant male Omegas and he licked his lips debating with himself before slipping inside the soft blue and white shop and wondering if it would hurt to buy just a few baby things, even if he was only a month gone.

“Can I help you?” A happy man asked him, Harry relaxed as he sniffed the obvious Alpha to find his scent claimed him as bonded.

“I…I think I’m here a bit prematurely, I’m only a month pregnant, but I’m so unsure about everything, I just wanted to see the things I might need.”

The man smiled indulgently at him and stepped around the counter. “I’m Killian; my Omega Paul is pregnant with our second child. He’s in the back napping with our Benji, but he had a crazy idea when he was pregnant with him about setting up a baby shop aimed exclusively at male Omegas because he got so frustrated when he walked into a baby shop and had to pass through all the women’s maternity wear and women’s things to the back corner of the shop where there was a very small, limited selection for males, you’d think shops would have more of a selection, but no, apparently they don’t think male Omegas care about what they’re wearing when pregnant and it would be a waste of money, Paul and I thought differently, so he wanted to set up a purely all male shop. Of course I called him crazy and then bought this place for him to run and I have to say it’s been a huge success, male Omegas care more than other pregnancy and maternity shops think.”

Harry smiled as Killian threw a friendly arm around him and pulled him further into the shop.

“Whatever you need, we can get it for you, I swear it, we’ve been working very closely with maternity designers for a larger range of maternity wear for males, we’ve been working with real pregnant male Omegas to find out what they need and stocking it and we’ve even been speaking with paediatricians and nurses to help Paul write his own books to help other Omegas.”

“I’m not sure what I need yet, I’m not even showing, but I’m not sure on anything I have to do or what I should be eating or anything.”

Killian nodded. “Okay. Books and information first then, but as long as you’re eating healthy, lots of fruit and vegetables, and eating unhealthy things in moderation then you’re not doing anything wrong. Don’t think just because you’re pregnant you can’t have your favourite meals or snacks, even if it is the occasional take out or chocolate cake because you can.”

Harry was led to a bookcase filled with pregnancy and child care books and he happily realised he had none of them, so he picked up one of each.

“There’s no need to go overboard.” Killian told him with a laugh.

“You should see the amount of books I’ve already got; this isn’t overboard, not yet. I just want to do everything right.”

“As long as you use common sense, there’s no wrong way.” Killian told him with a laugh.

“I’ve been accused before of not having much common sense.” Harry answered with a fond, yet painful reminder of Hermione, he was sure that was why he was reading so much now and turned to books for answers in her absence, because it would have been what Hermione would have done, it helped him feel better and closer to her, even though she was dead and gone.

“This is all going to be expensive. I wouldn’t want to leave an unbonded Omega out of pocket.” Killian said worriedly.

Harry sighed. “I’m not bonded no, but I’m…living with the baby’s Father and I do have a job, a very high paying one too, I have a lot of money to waste without leaving myself out of pocket, I promise.”

“The pregnancy would be much easier on you if you bonded to the baby’s Father.” Killian told him seriously.

“I’m not ready to be bonded.” Harry confided softly.

“No one is ever ready to bond.” Killian said. “I was absolutely terrified when Paul shyly asked me to bond to him. I refused the first time and Paul thought I didn’t want him enough to bond myself to him for life, I almost lost him through my own fear, luckily I realised quite quickly what was going on and I begged him to forgive me and bond to me.”

“Of course I said yes.”

Harry turned to a doorway in the back where a rounded man stood proudly, he was tall, almost as tall as Killian who was over six feet, handsome and very obviously pregnant and happy to be, his loose shirt clearly showing off his bonding scar.

Killian went to embrace his Omega and kissed him lovingly and possessively, laying a heavy hand on the swell of Paul’s belly.

“I was just telling this gentleman that everyone is terrified when they bond themselves to someone.” Killian answered an unasked question.

“Oh, no Omega anywhere has ever gone into a bonding without being terrified, I’ll challenge any Omega who says otherwise, Alphas are terrified of bonding as well mind, Killian was, it’s a huge commitment for both parties involved, a lifelong thing, you have to put your whole trust in just one person and you have to trust them to care for you, to protect you and to love you and your children for the rest of your lives, it’s a huge step, but it’s one that I have never regretted.”

Harry grinned at the two loved up men and turned to look at the little baby onesies to give them a bit of privacy. He had to laugh when he found the Avengers clothes for babies; the Ironman bodysuit in particular caught his eye. Tony would get a huge kick out of it.

“I love those.” Paul told him with a grin. “Benji was in all of them, the Captain America ones are the peoples favourite, but I think Ironman is just as good, he lives right here in this city you know, it’s nice knowing there’s someone around close by when the shit hits the fan. It’s why I feel so safe living here, knowing the Avengers are here to protect us.”

Harry smiled sadly, unfortunately he knew exactly what sort of pressure that comment and ones like it could cause, he had had the fate of the entire wizarding world and Muggle Britain, resting on his own shoulders and the weight had almost brought him to his knees, he had been too young, he hadn’t been ready, no one had cared as they threw him out into a war to protect themselves just because a little glass ball had said he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort.

There had been times he had thought it was impossible, when the war had seemed endless and hopeless as every enemy he cut down was replaced by more, but he alone had survived out of everyone he had known. Only him and he had grieved and mourned as the media went ballistic around him, as photos and memories of survivors who only knew him by name offered up every tidbit they could remember about him in battle and all he wanted to do was shut himself up and mourn, but he wasn’t allowed that luxury, he hadn’t even been able to go to the graveyards where his friends and family had been buried without being hounded, the media had no shame when it came to him and he had had to leave, he had packed up everything of sentimental value, packed a few clothes and fled to the airport and he had gotten on the first flight to New York, where he had been able to mourn in peace, even though he couldn’t visit the gravesites he hoped his friends and family understood and were there with him on the days or nights where he spoke to them and let out all of his thoughts and feelings on the war.

Harry took in a deep breath and picked up one of each bodysuit and rested them over his books, trying not to let his darkening mood show to the two happy, loving people behind him.

“Wait, are these the right size? I have no clue what size my baby will be.”

“That’s alright, these ones go right up to ten pounds, if a baby of yours comes out bigger than ten pounds, I’ll give you a full refund or an exchange for a bigger size.” Paul said with a smirk.

Harry grinned at him. “Thanks.”

“What else do you need?”

“I’m not sure. I just had to get out of the house, so I decided to come shopping. I have no idea what I need though.”

“You’re not showing so you must be in the first trimester, under two months.” Paul said sucking on his lip watched happily by his bonded mate Killian.

“I’m only a month pregnant, I found out four days ago.”

“And since then you’ve gone ballistic?” Paul nodded understandingly.

“A bit. I’ve gotten so many books and I’m already on my prenatal stuff.”

“That’s good, prenatal nutrients are very important for a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby, but I think you have everything you need for now, but don’t hesitate to come back if you need something else.”

Harry nodded seriously as Killian rung up his purchases and Paul packed them into a bag for him. Harry paid happily and waved goodbye to the nice couple, making a mental note of the name of the shop and where it was located so he could come back when he needed to in a few months.

He didn’t stay out for much longer, he had only wanted to get out for a few hours, he had bought some things, gone to three book shops and by now he was sure he was being followed by someone; he touched his wand on his forearm and breathed out in relief.

He slipped around the corner of the shopping centre and stayed where he was, pretending to look in the window of the clothes shop.

He felt someone standing just on the other side of the pillar and he poked his head around it to see Natasha and he gave her a wry smile.

“Why are you hiding and following me?” He demanded.

“I’m making sure you aren’t in any danger and I wasn’t hiding, if I had not wanted you to see me, you wouldn’t have seen me.”

Harry sighed heavily. “I can’t even go shopping without being followed.”

“No, because we still haven’t caught the people who were behind your kidnapping.”

“I can protect myself!” Harry insisted, the mentally added ‘now that I have my wand’ was left unsaid.

“We just want to be sure.”

Harry huffed. “Fine, I was about to head back home anyway, I’m done.”

“What have you bought?”

“Don’t you know?”

Natasha shook her head. “No, I didn’t catch up to you until I found you in the book store; you had several bags by then.”

“Just some baby things mostly, I want to know as much as I can.”

“Want to grab an ice cream?” Natasha asked randomly and Harry was thrown off slightly and he thought about it.

“Alright.”

“What’s your favourite?”

“Chocolate, but I fancy plain vanilla at the moment.”

Natasha nodded and they walked over to one of the food courts and Natasha ordered a strawberry and raspberry ripple double cone for herself and a double vanilla for Harry.

Harry thanked her and bit into his ice cream where anyone else would have licked at it, he didn’t suffer any sensitivity in any of his teeth and he very rarely got brain freeze so he found it easy to bite ice cream.

Natasha directed him to a car and Harry slid in with her and his bags.

“This is Tony’s favourite car and his personal driver Happy.” Natasha told him.

“So no ice cream drips in the car?” Harry grinned as he clicked his seatbelt in one handed as the car pulled off.

“Not unless you want to volunteer to be Tony’s personal human test subject.”

Harry chuckled. “I think he’d like a human test subject if Pepper would let him get away with it.”

“She never would.”

Harry shook his head. “Thank fuck for Pepper.”

“You know you hurt Clint the other morning.”

Harry paused mid bite and stiffened right up, turning to glare at her through furious eyes.

“I hurt him?” Harry demanded. “I know you’re close to him and one of his friends, but I don’t think he has a right to be hurt!”

“I disagree.”

“Disagree all you damn well want, I couldn’t give a shit about him or what hurts him!”

“Did you have to be all over Thor, just to taunt him?”

“Contrary to what any of you might believe, I wasn’t ‘all over Thor’ as you put it, because Clint was there. I did it because I was comfortable and having an Alpha flaunt himself in front of me was too good an opportunity to pass up, I was teasing Thor more than anyone else, do you think if I walked around in a pair of shorts that not a single one of those Alphas would make a comment?” Harry demanded.

“So you do what every Omega around the world accuses the Alphas of doing every day? Only it’s fine for you to harass them but not the other way around.”

“There is nothing wrong with light hearted teasing, but yes, when that goes from teasing to harassment then there’s a problem, I know when enough is enough, most Alphas don’t. If Thor had given a single indication of discomfort or told me to stop I would have, would an Alpha do the same?”

“It upset Clint.” Natasha evaded.

“I don’t give a stuff if he got upset, but if a gorgeous Alpha sits next to me near naked, then yes I’ll tease him. Thor happens to be a very good looking, very muscled Alpha, he’s very physically perfect and if he carries on coming down to breakfast in just his shorts, I’ll continue to tease him until he tells me otherwise or I get bored.”

“If Clint did the same?”

“I’d leave the room; I have no want to see him wearing anything less than a full outfit. Besides he’s definitely no Thor and no Steve either. I’d bet Bruce and Tony were more muscular than him.” Harry said spitefully, thoroughly upset by Natasha’s inquest.

“So you’re shallow? Just interested in the packaging?”

“No, but I would like an Alpha who could at least protect me and there’s nothing wrong with being attracted to a nice body.”

“Clint saved your life!”

“Yes he did, and he impregnated me without my consent or knowledge at the same time.” Harry hissed back.

The car pulled to a stop and Harry forced himself out of the car before Happy could open the door, he threw his partially eaten ice cream away and stormed into the Tower with his shopping bags.

He slammed the buttons for the lift and growled as he went past the floor where his room was and right up to Tony’s floor, he had a hunch that Tony and Jarvis were involved with overriding his destination.

“How was your day?” Tony asked happily, before his face went worried and analytical when he saw Harry was obviously angry and upset. “What happened?”

“Why are you people following me?!” Harry demanded.

“No one’s followed you; we’re all still here despite most of us wanting to run after you.” Steve told him his face scrunching up in confusion.

Harry blinked, they all looked concerned and confused, even Clint.

“You didn’t know?” Harry asked calming down.

“Know what?”

“That fucking evil bitch followed me!” Harry hissed pointing in the general direction of the lift.

“Pepper?” Tony questioned surprised.

“Pep…what, no! Natasha.” Harry said. “You really didn’t know?”

“She said she was going to the gym floor.” Tony scowled. “Jarvis, did Natasha go to the gym floor?”

“No Sir, she left the building two hours ago and arrived back with Mas…with Harry four minutes ago.”

“So she didn’t tell you what she was going to say to me or why?”

“No, what did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Harry huffed, blowing out a breath, there was no need to get angry with them, despite the earlier trust issues, he could see that they were telling the truth this time at least.

“It obviously upset you.” Bruce said concernedly.

“It’s fine, she’s entitled to her opinion of me, I wanted to know if any of you knew, but I can see that you didn’t, so drop it please.”

“What did you buy?” Tony asked a few moments later, offering a change of topic.

Harry grinned and dug in the baby bag to find the Ironman bodysuit. He put the bags down and held it up for Tony to see.

“What do you think?” He asked with a grin.

“I love it; I think it’s the best thing a baby can wear.” Tony grinned with a head nod.

“I saw it and thought it was cute, the salesman assured me it was a best seller.” Harry chuckled as he let Tony inspect it. “Though this one was cute too.”

Harry dug in the bag and dug out the Captain America bodysuit, showing it to the room.

“You had to go and ruin it.” Tony pouted exaggeratedly.

Harry chuckled. “I like it, I also like that they’re sort of unisex. Not that I think it matters too much. The Hulk onesies were sold out sorry Bruce, though I’ve reserved one to pick up when they get more stock it, it seems the Hulk is a very popular choice.”

Bruce looked embarrassed and Harry grinned lopsidedly.

“Where are the infant garments dedicated to the mighty Thor?” Thor demanded.

“They were not unisex Thor, they are definitely for little boys, if I have a boy, I’ll buy one, but if I have a little girl, I’m not putting her in a bodysuit that says ‘I have a mighty hammer’ across the front of it, actually, saying it out loud I don’t think I’ll put a son of mine in one either.” Harry scowled as Tony burst out laughing. “I don’t think they thought it out very well.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Bruce smothered a laugh behind his hand. “How are you feeling Harry?”

“My leg aches, but not half as much as it has been, I think the muscles are getting stronger. Other than that and being interrogated and chewed out by a woman I don’t know and don’t particularly like, I’m fine.”

“What did she say?” Clint asked, looking faintly pale. Harry happily ignored him and dug through his shopping bags. “It was about me then.”

“Why else would a woman who has known me for all of five minutes corner me when I couldn’t escape and accuse me of all sorts?” Harry bit back coldly.

“I didn’t ask her to do anything, I swear.” Clint told him insistently, looking imploringly at him.

“Then tell her to back the fuck off. I don’t care if you think I’m shallow or vain or petulant or whatever, I don’t care, you can all think what you like, but I don’t want to hear it.”

“I don’t think you’re any of those things.” Clint said hurriedly.

“Well obviously your partner seems to think you believe differently, now I’m going to my room, today has worn me out.”

“You haven’t had dinner.” Steve interrupted.

“I couldn’t eat right now Steve, but thank you anyway.” Harry answered as he packed up his stuff and headed for the lift, a hand rubbing his churning belly, perhaps the ice cream hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

Harry made it to his room and kicked off his shoes, stripped off his shirt and fell onto his bed, sighing, leaving his bags on the floor. He crawled under his duvet to get warm, fully intending to get comfortable and read some more of the current pregnancy book he was reading before getting a quick shower and changing for bed, but he got too comfortable and he fell asleep easily without even getting out of his jeans.

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Harry woke up suddenly and he didn’t know why until his stomach lurched and he kicked his twisted duvet from his body and scrambled out of his room and into the bathroom, only just managing to shut the door and reach the toilet before throwing up noisily and messily.

His vomiting was so violent and sudden that he couldn’t stop his eyes or his nose from running; his body was shaking hard and leeching of all warmth.

“Sir are you well?” Jarvis asked him.

“Is anyone awake Jarvis?” Harry forced out miserably before he brought up more bile and his stomach clenched hard.

“Master Tony and Master Bruce are awake and in the lower lab, would you like for me to inform them of your condition?”

“N…no. I don’t want to bother them if they’re working.”

Harry heaved and threw up again, his stomach and throat burning, the pain in his belly making him move one hand from the toilet seat to press against it hard even as he rested his head on his arm, resting across the toilet seat, getting in a few shallow breaths before he threw up once again, his eyes streaming and his stomach cramping.

“Master Steven is stirring if you would like me to inform him.”

Harry shook his head as he was unable to reply through another round of vomiting. He didn’t need to have said a thing though as it seemed Steve had woken up to use the toilet and found Harry regardless as he was halfway through an uncontrollable episode of repeated dry heaving that he couldn’t break and couldn’t stop.

“Harry? Jarvis get Bruce!” Steve ordered as he cradled Harry’s freezing body in his arms, rubbing circles on his back to help sooth him.

“No…no need.” Harry bit out, before he heaved again and a trickle of bile dribbled continuously from his throat, making it so he was unable to breathe, which caused him to panic and heave further, his body shivering uncontrollably, leaving him gasping for air.

Bruce and Tony both burst into the bathroom as Harry was panting heavily with Steve’s help, getting only a few moment’s reprieve before the vomiting started again, even as Harry sobbed and brought up nothing but bile and stomach acid.

“Morning sickness?” Bruce questioned as he placed a cool hand on Harry’s already cold forehead. “He’s in shock, probably from waking up suddenly and the force of the vomiting.”

“What do we do?” Steve asked desperately.

“Wait for him to finish and then get him warm and replace the fluids he’s lost. Water or actually a weak fruit juice might be best.”

“I’ll go get on that.” Tony offered. “I’m not any good with people being sick and whatnot.”

Tony made a hasty retreat and left Harry in the hands of Steve and Bruce, Harry wondered as his stomach tried to exit his body if he would have been better just staying on his own as the two flapped about him and didn’t seem to have any clue what to actually do while he vomited.

An hour later Harry had been cleaned up, had washed his mouth out and was wrapped in a warm, woollen blanket on Tony’s settee with a glass of lukewarm, watered down fruit juice shaking between his hands. He was taking small sips from it and nibbling on a few crackers Bruce had handed him. He felt better but completely drained and exhausted. If this is what morning sickness was, he had absolutely no idea what insanity possessed people to get pregnant for a second time.

Bruce came and sat by him, taking a hand gently and considering it between his own before two slender fingers pressed on his wrist, counting his pulse.

“You’re getting better, you’re warmer at least, but I would say you’re still a bit shocky, try and drink a bit more, the sugar will help you feel better.”

Harry did as he was told and took a few more shaky sips.

“Why would anyone put themselves through this?” Harry groaned miserably.

“Who knows.” Tony replied. “I always thought breeders were insane anyway.”

Harry managed a weak smile and allowed himself to rest his head on Bruce’s shoulder. He didn’t care that for the last few days he had been angry with the man, he had helped him when he had had no clue what to do, he had never been as violently sick as that and he was grateful for the help and now he just wanted to sleep.

“Get some more sleep Harry, we’ll watch over you.” Steve assured him.

“Get him a bucket, this carpet wasn’t cheap.”

“Have some consideration Tony!” Steve snapped, but Harry managed a small chuckle.

“I promise not to be sick on your carpet, just keep that woman away from me.” Harry said as he was eased down onto a cushion and covered more firmly with the blanket, Bruce taking his glass of juice and putting it behind his head on the end table.

“Is he really asleep that quickly?” Tony asked a few minutes later as he checked his watch and checked Harry. “That was barely five minutes.”

“His body is exhausted.” Bruce said softly as he tucked a stray tuft of hair behind Harry’s ear, only for it to pop right back out and to its original position. It made him chuckle. Even Harry’s hair was stubborn and disobedient.

“He’ll be okay though won’t he? Was it something he ate?” Steve asked worriedly.

Bruce shook his head. “He’ll be fine, but it’s morning sickness Steve, not anything he ate. It’s a common part of pregnancy.”

“Will he be like this every morning?” Tony asked.

Bruce shrugged. “We’ll have to wait and see. I’m not sure, but this bout was really violent and unexpected, hopefully now it’ll calm down and won’t be as violent, but we’ll have to wait and see and try to find something that can settle his stomach so he can eat and sleep properly.”

“It’s a shame really.” Tony said. “I was hoping he would make me more muffins for breakfast.”

“Tony!” Steve chastised.

Bruce just shook his head and rubbed soothing circles on Harry’s shoulder when the twenty year old shivered under the blanket.

“Jarvis, put the temperature of the house up please.” Tony requested, his eyes not missing the shiver.

“Done Sir, the heating temperature has been put up to fifteen degrees.”

“Do you think he got to sleep before he was sick? I couldn’t help noticing he was still wearing his jeans.” Steve said worriedly.

Bruce considered it but he shook his head. “I think he must have been so tired he fell asleep in his clothes, he must have kicked off his shoes, taken off his shirt to get changed, but never managed to fully change before falling asleep.”

“Jarvis has Harry been sleeping properly?” Tony questioned concernedly.

“Harry has been plagued with nightmares since his arrival Sir, he wakes up often throughout the night and sometimes he stays awake reading until it is morning upon which he moves himself and his books to the communal living room and reads there. He has slept for a full eight hours only twice and he averages four hours a night.”

Tony rubbed his eyes. “Should we get him on sleeping pills? Are there any sleeping pills safe for pregnant Omegas? Maybe I should make one.”

“You’re not using Harry and his baby as test subjects, he’ll be fine.” Bruce said sternly. “He needs to rest often, maybe take a couple of breaks in the afternoon, he needs to eat properly and he needs absolutely no stress.”

“So in other words we keep Clint and Natasha away from him.” Tony nodded.

“I have no idea what possessed her to follow Harry and interrogate him, but we had best be sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“It was obviously over Clint.” Tony rolled his eyes. “What else would it have been? His muffin choices? His reading material? He hasn’t done anything that warrants an interrogation if it wasn’t to do with Clint.”

“I think it might have been to do with Thor’s appearance at breakfast and Clint storming off.”

“That was hardly anything to ream out a pregnant Omega over, it was damned funny.” Tony waved off.

“I don’t think Clint saw the funny side.” Bruce said wryly.

“That’s his problem, I told him he needed to explain everything to Harry then back off and give him space and he hasn’t done so, what’s the point in giving him advice if he doesn’t take it?”

“He’s a very stubborn man unless the orders come from Coulson.” Steve pointed out.

“Hmm…maybe I should get Agent to talk with him.”

“What happened?” Clint asked panicked as he stepped off the lift and saw Harry sleeping on the settee with Bruce hovering over him.

“Morning sickness Clint, he’s fine.” Bruce assured.

“He doesn’t look fine.”

“He needs some rest and relaxation, Steve found him being violently sick two hours ago and he slipped into shock, but he’ll be fine.”

“The baby?”

“As right as rain.”

“How can you be sure?”

“It was morning sickness Clint, nothing too serious, as long as he isn’t as sick as he was this morning every single day; he’ll be fine and can stay out of hospital.”

“Yeah, he’s hardly dying, Cupid.” Tony shrugged.

“Don’t you have things to be doing in your workshop?” Clint demanded.

“I always have things to do in my workshop, fortunately though sick little Omegas come before that so I’m staying top side until Harry’s better.”

“I think starting breakfast will be a good idea, Clint it’s your turn, don’t make anything for Harry though, he won’t be able to stomach it, porridge or dry toast would be better if he feels up to it later.”

Clint nodded and unhappily moved to the kitchen with Steve following behind him and Bruce watched him go sadly. He hoped Harry would forgive him one day, even if he was never able to forget what Clint had done to him, he hated seeing people in pain and both Harry and Clint were hurting.

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Harry was left alone to sleep for as long as he liked, even Steve not saying anything about the missed meals, especially not after Jarvis had informed them that Harry had not been sleeping properly.

Harry finally woke up sometime after two in the afternoon with a small whining noise in the back of his throat. His stomach heaved and Tony’s eyes widened.

He picked Harry up as quickly and as carefully as he could and nearly ran to his private bathroom, which was even bigger than the communal bathroom a floor down, and placed Harry in front of the toilet, his heart beating as he felt out of place, he did what he had seen Steve and Bruce doing before he had run away and patted Harry’s back awkwardly.

Harry heaved but nothing came up and he breathed rapidly and shallowly until his stomach was back under his control and his breathing was following.

“Are you alright?” Tony asked uncomfortably.

Harry hummed and pushed back from the toilet.

“No sick, are you sure?”

Harry cracked a smile and a small chuckle. “I think my stomach’s completely empty, there’s nothing left to come up after this morning.”

“Thank fuck for that!” Tony sighed in relief as he helped Harry stand and let him wash his hands and face regardless.

“Thank you, Tony.”

“That’s alright, I’d rather have my bathroom sterilised than my carpet ripped up and replaced.”

Harry grinned and allowed the man to half carry him back out to the living room.

“Your bed is fucking massive, that’s definitely orgy sized.” Harry teased as they moved past it.

“Room for me and several very gorgeous women, sometimes men, very rarely men.”

“You mean that many people want to be around you at the same time?” Harry teased.

“Of course, I’m Tony Stark.”

“What do they think when they wake up to find the rest of the Avengers in your kitchen?”

“Some scream and throw fits; others try to fit themselves in to stay. I had one who tried hitting on Steve; apparently she wanted the whole Avengers team under her belt.” Tony shrugged. “Either way Pepper deals with them, I’m usually down in my workshop when they crawl out of my bed.”

“I’m sure one day you’ll find the right person.”

“I’m not looking too hard.” Tony answered with a wink and Harry chuckled. “Now do you want to sleep some more or do you want to risk eating something with a bin shoved in your face?”

“I think some quiet time would be best, my stomach’s still restless.”

“I’ll go and get you some of your books.”

“I’m reading the one on the bedside table.” Harry told him as Tony settled him down under the blanket.

It took Tony just a few minutes to retrieve the thick book and get back to the living room to hand it over to Harry.

“Thanks Tony, you can go do what you want to now, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Your drink is by your side and Jarvis can call any of us at any time alright, I’ll be down in my workshop.”

“Okay, but I’m sure I’ll be okay, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Tony nodded and tucked Harry’s blanket over his bare shoulders, it was horrible to see the scars the little Omega had been left with, not that he cared, but he rather thought Harry might if he actually got around to realising he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Harry allowed him to tuck him up, holding the blanket in place with his chin as he opened his book to where he had left off and Tony happily slipped down to his workshop, informing Bruce of what had happened once he arrived.

Harry was happily engrossed in his book, taking a sip of the weak juice that was beside him now and then, trying to figure out what flavour it was supposed to be, he thought it might have been summer berries, but it was nearly impossible to tell with it being so diluted.

He was left alone, no one coming onto Tony’s penthouse floor until Bruce wandered up at four in the afternoon, two or so hours after Tony had left.

“Hello Harry, how are you feeling?”

“Fine, I feel so much better.”

“That’s good, do you want to try eating something or do you want to leave it?”

Harry considered the question seriously. “I’m hungry and the juice hasn’t done anything to my belly, so I think trying to eat something would be best. I can’t go a whole day of only eating a few crackers.”

Bruce nodded at his answer and headed into the kitchen to start dinner, smiling as Harry wandered over to the kitchen table, putting his book down before washing his hands and looking at him for instruction.

“You know I don’t think making you work will help you feel better.” He said wryly.

“I disagree. I want to help.”

Bruce shook his head and started telling Harry what he wanted done, it took him less time than it usually did to make dinner with the competent helping hands, Harry really was good in the kitchen and when Bruce didn’t need any more help he moved to a spare counter and said he was making dessert. Tony would be ecstatic.

Bruce got Jarvis to call everyone to dinner just as Harry was putting his dessert into the oven; he said it was a chocolate brownie pudding. All Bruce knew was that it looked gorgeous and smelt better.

Harry was happily eating tiny amounts of food from his fork when everyone arrived; thankfully Thor was dressed as was everyone else, even if Natasha and Clint were in shorts and tee shirts.

“I thought we’d have time to shower, you said half five.” Clint said, still breathless from his sparring exercise.

“I had some expert help so I finished earlier than I expected.” Bruce said with a smile at Harry, who grinned before taking another small forkful of food.

“You shouldn’t be making him work, he’s unwell.” Steve hissed at Bruce.

“It’s fine, I wanted to help, I’m feeling much better now.”

“As long as you still feel better after you’ve eaten I have no problem.” Tony saluted him and Harry rolled his eyes as he chewed.

Dinner was mostly quiet as Harry was once again sat next to Thor, because Harry had moved as soon as Natasha had tried to sit next to him. Harry would have taken anyone else, even Clint sitting next to him, but not her and the only other seats available were between Thor and Bruce or Thor and Steve. Harry had happily taken the seat between Thor and Bruce, the furthest from Natasha.

Harry finished last, even though he had started first and he put his plate in the sink ready for Natasha to clean, taking his pudding from the oven happily, which drew Tony’s attention.

“Please tell me that’s for everyone and not just you.”

“I couldn’t eat all of this in a week.” Harry chuckled as he cut it into eight pieces and put them into dishes as Bruce took a pot of cream from the fridge.

“You’re the best.” Tony told him as he handed him his bowl and a spoon.

“You’re just saying that because you want more muffins.” Harry grinned.

“That is entirely true but I’ll settle for not having you being all morning sick on my carpets.”

“Morning sick.” Harry snorted with a laugh. “I’ll try, but I make no promises.”

“That’s fair enough I guess, maybe I should turf Pepper out of her room and swap you around so you’re closer to the bathroom.”

“Do that and I’m sure Pepper will get to you before I do, but in case she doesn’t, I’ll break both of your legs.”

“I love how you’re always threatening to break Alpha bones. It’s all sexy and cute at the same time.” Tony faux growled at him, bearing his teeth.

Harry burst out laughing and patted Tony’s cheek. “Underestimate me all you want, but I’ll still break your legs if you try to move Pepper from her room because I’m very sure she’ll go right for your throat if you suggest it.”

“Point taken.” Tony answered. “I’ll give you your own personal bucket instead.”

“That would be lovely.” Harry grinned, turning back to his pudding.

Natasha finished her pudding and then got started on washing the dishes, Clint moved to the settee and switched on the TV and Thor joined him. Bruce took Harry’s empty bowl so he didn’t have to go near Natasha and Harry surprised himself, but not as much as he surprised the others, by taking his book to sit next to Clint.

He sat curled away from him, his knees curled up, protecting his belly, but he still sat next to him and stayed there, breathing as evenly and gently as he could, testing himself more than anything. He could do this, he wasn’t a fool or an irrational person, he could sit next to Clint easily, it’s not like he truly remembered being mated, not really, he just knew that it had happened and he was now pregnant from it. He got a few flashbacks, a few memories of the event, but nothing in full, nothing that reminded him of pain or distrust.

Harry must have fallen asleep because the next he knew his back was cold and he arched to keep it from getting colder, reaching out with a groan to the warmth against his front, holding it tightly.

“Harry, you need to let go, you need to sleep.”

Harry blinked his eyes open and blond hair caught his eyes, he frowned immediately thinking of Steve, but the body under his hands was wrong.

His brain caught up and he saw Clint and recoiled from him. Clint moved away as if he had been burnt.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked trying to be angry, but he was just too tired and groggy.

“You fell asleep upstairs; I thought you’d be more comfortable in bed, so I carried you here.”

Harry calmed down and nodded. “Thank you Clint.” He forced himself to say.

Clint nodded and edged backwards to the door. “Goodnight Harry.”

Harry smiled and covered himself over.

“Don’t forget to change into your pyjamas; it can’t be comfortable sleeping in your jeans for yet another night.” Clint told him.

“Thank you, goodnight Clint.”

The door closed and Harry sighed in relief as he obsessively listened and heard footsteps down the hallway, he was being stupid, Clint hadn’t meant to hurt him, it had been out of his control, he wasn’t going to turn into a ravaging beast and mate him in a tower full of superheroes.

He slipped his jeans off and changed his boxer-briefs, pulling on sleeping shorts as well, before snuggling down in bed and falling off to sleep with difficulty, his mind playing over his evening with the Avengers and most particularly Clint, whom he had spent the evening sat beside and who had carried him easily to bed. It was too confusing and his emotions and thoughts were too confusing, he pushed them away and fell off to sleep, praying that the violent morning sickness did not come back the following morning, he had had enough of vomiting for the entire year.

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A/N: Another one down, another one to come soon, Tuesday or Wednesday I’m thinking, but don’t hold me strictly to that, anything can happen between now and then after all, but that’s when I’m hoping to get it up and out.

Sakura Lisel: Accidental magic is what magical children and adolescents have before they have a wand or not enough control over their magic and have nowhere to focus their magic from extreme emotional outbursts. Harry is no longer a child and he has ample control over his own magic from the war, thus accidental magic would not have occurred because Harry cannot perform wandless or wordless magic. He was trying his hardest to keep his emotions and breathing under his control, which would have also helped hinder any magical build-up’s because there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t scream something out that he didn’t want his captors to hear if he lost control of himself. Also they were recording him and Harry knew they were recording him, having him perform magic, on camera where anyone, most particularly S.H.I.E.L.D, would have seen him doing so, would have been
disastrous.

fan of fanfiction1: Nope, Harry is not a Lord of anything, he can’t do wordless or wandless magic and he is not the Master of Death in this fic, which is sticking closer to canon on that front where Harry lost the Resurrection ring in the forest and never went to find it, left the Elder wand in Dumbledore’s tomb and only kept the invisibility cloak.

Thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed, I welcome your questions, but please, do not tell me Harry is out of character because he is not a super powerful wizard who can perform the most impossible of spells with a flick of his wrist, because he can’t, not in this fic and certainly not in canon, some of you need to go back and read the books again because you have obviously read too many stories and have forgotten what canon is and are confusing it with fanon.

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