Wizarding Avengers *On Hold*

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CHAPTER FIVE
CLINT, LOKI, AND THOR

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England, Leaky Cauldron

"The Leaky Cauldron," Clint sounded out as he looked at the pub sign. He then looked at his brother, "Why Barney?"

The question was simple.

Why did his older brother drag him out of bed before eight on a Saturday morning? Why did he have to beg Mrs. Harp's permission to leave and then stop at a pub in London, England? Why? Why? Why?

Was his brother thirsty? Was this a practical joke? Or was Barney really just trying to grate on his last nerves before school even started?

See, the question was simple.

Barney grinned. "You'll see, now come on!"

He took Clint's wrist and pulled until they were both walking through the pub's front door. All eyes were on them and then they weren't. It was like the entire bar just knew something the rest of the normal world didn't and it proved Clint's thoughts right when a man behind the counter smiled and waved at his brother, it was warm and like they'd known each other for years.

"Barney, good to see you again," Tom, the barman greeted. "And who might this young lad be?" he asked looking directly at Clint, who shifted uncomfortably under the sudden attention.

"Good to see you again too, Tom," Barney smiled before throwing an arm around Clint's shoulders in comfort before ruffling his hair playfully. "This is my little brother, Clint, I told you about him, remember?"

"Of course," Tom nodded. "Nice to meet you, boy."

Clint, even though hesitantly, shook the man's hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you too, sir."

"Oh, I'll have none of that," he waved a hand carelessly. "Call me Tom."

"Tom," Clint said trying it out and Barney smiled as Tom chuckled in approval.

"So, what can I get you two today, Barney?"

"Nothing, thanks," he shook his head. "I'm just passing through. Clint here, needs his school supplies from Diagon Alley it's going to be his first year," Barney informed, smiling proudly at his little brother, a rare thing for Clint to see.

Tom smiled. "Well, best of luck to the both of you, lad."

"Thanks."

Barney took Clint by the arm maneuvering them around the bar and into the back room. They were walking out a door again and being met face to face with a solid brick wall, Clint's face immediately deadpanning.

"A dead end?"

"Would you just have a little patience, Clinton?" Barney asked using Clint's full name that he knew very well his little brother hated.

Clint opened his mouth to object but then it snapped closed at the sight in front of him. Barney was tapping the bricks with the point of his wand and magically, because honestly there was no other explanation, the wall started to part until it created a perfect archway to walk through.

"Amazed yet?" Barney questioned with a smirk.

Clint's eyes widened as he tried to take it all in. The shops, the people, the furniture, the cobblestone road, all of it. Magical wasn't even the right word to even begin to describe it.

With his wide-eyed expression, he looked back at his brother. "Totally!"

"Good," Barney replied as he gently pushed Clint to start walking again. "Now, remember what I told you. Follow my lead, just do what I do. Let me do most of the talking and while we're at the bank just don't talk at all, got it?"