Hadrian Romanoff and the Beginning

Chapter-2

Clint woke up twenty minutes earlier than he had planned. Harry was sitting on his chest, staring down blankly at the man. Clint looked around and saw that besides him and Natasha, four other agents were sleeping in the room.

"What's up, bright eyes?" Clint asked tiredly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Potty,"

"It's down the hall." Clint tried.

"Potty!" Harry whined. One of the other agents made a muffled noise and shifted in his cot.

Clint groaned but pushed himself up. "Alright, alright. Come on." He lifted Harry up as he swung his feet over the side of the cot. "You couldn't wake up Nat because?"

"Dada tu'n." Harry answered solemnly with a serious nod of his head.

Clint rolled his eyes. "Of course it is. And of course you memorized the schedule. You weirdo." Harry stuck his tongue out.

By the time Harry had done his business and they had returned Natasha had woken up and was getting dressed. "Coulson sent out someone to get a car seat while we slept for the drive over. If the Dursleys decide to take him in we can leave it with them."

"By 'sent someone' you mean Coulson went to Babies 'R Us and browsed for an hour making sure he got the perfect seat for half the price?" Clint teased, setting Harry down to change his own clothes. "No peeking, little guy."

"Blegh,"

Natasha let out an airy laugh at Harry's reaction, earning a giggle and applause from the little boy. With a small grin, Natasha reached over to ruffle what little hair Harry had. Clint turned around just in time to see the action. He pretended not to have, though, covering it up by slipping a clean shirt over his head and looking away.

"You ready, bright eyes?"

"You r'dy, Bin Hoo'?"

"Natasha!"

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The car was silent as they turned onto Privet Drive. The houses that lined the street all looked remarkably the same and all like they were out of a Hallmark advertisement. Clint nearly missed Number Four because of how alike it all was.

He pulled into the driveway next to a car with worn out tires. "Are we sure this isn't Mayberry?"

"Shut up, Barton."

"Roger that, Romanoff." Clint saluted. He twisted in his seat to look back at Harry, who was sitting quietly in a black and blue car seat, his blanket across his lap and a sippy cup with water down apple juice in his hand. "You ready to meet your Auntie Petunia, big guy?"

"Tuna!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"Eh, close enough." Clint shrugged.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she stepped out of the car and opened the back door to unbuckle Harry. Clint climbed out as well and waited until she made her way towards the door with Harry on her hip to move. When they were standing in front of the door they took a few seconds to relax themselves so they wouldn't look threatening before Clint rang the doorbell.

It only took a few moments before they heard the sounds of someone moving around inside. The door swung open to reveal a thin, pinched face woman with perfectly done hair and nails wearing a dress Clint had only ever seen in fifties sitcoms. "Oh, hello. How may I help you?"

"Petunia Dursley?" Clint inquired, trying to sound all business but affable as well.

The woman shifted. "Yes, that's me. And who might you be?"