Clint looked at his partner. Like she was one to talk. While she'd never told him a lot, he knew enough to know that the Red Room where she'd grown up and had been trained had done a number on her genes as well; she was a lot older than she looked. Her, Steve, Thor and now Harry. Clint couldn't help but shake his head – he was surrounded by teammates whose age and looks simply didn't match up.
Oddly enough, what should have been a simple mission was a lot harder than either of them were expecting. S.H.I.E.L.D. had tasked the two of them to find out more on Harry Potter's background and to recommend plans if S.H.I.E.L.D. ever needed to step in and provide security due to the Mage's secret identity being compromised, at least in terms of the non-magical world; the magical side of things Harry would have to take care of by himself.
Thus, Clint and Natasha found themselves in England; their first stop being a small neighbourhood in Surrey called Little Whinging. Unfortunately, they hadn't counted on every house seemingly being made from a cookie-cutter. Infiltrating hadn't been easy. Eventually, they'd managed to find a house where the occupants had gone on holidays that they'd 'borrowed', the perfect place for them to watch the house across the road.
Number Four, Privet Drive was occupied by a single older couple, Harry's aunt and uncle, according to the file. From what they'd seen so far, their lives appeared very ordinary and incredibly boring. The woman seemed to do nothing but stay home all day and peer out the window at anyone walking past. The husband had a job at a drill company that he went to every morning at the same time and came home promptly at the exact same time every evening.
Clint was sure that if he'd grown up in a place like this, that he would have gone mad within the first week. No, there were merits to having grown up in a circus, even if it did mean that he and his brother had become orphans when they were very young and that they'd had to run away from the orphanage to join the circus in the first place. Thinking about it, there were a couple of parallels between the life that he'd lived and the life that Harry'd lived. Maybe one day the two of them would have to sit down and compare notes.
"I don't think we're going to learn anymore by staying here," Clint stated. "These two live perfectly normal, boring lives with no variation. What's the next part of our assignment?"
"The cousin, one Dudley Dursely or Hermione's parents, take your pick," Natasha replied.
"Let's get the cousin done first," Clint decided.
With that, the two quickly began packing their gear, eager to move on.
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The instant that he slunk into the newly reopened Marauder's Den, Gwen Stacy's eyes narrowed.
Peter Parker.
She had a few choice words for him.
As she filled the next order – delivering a trayful of drinks to Flash and some of his football teammates – she watched the smaller boy with dark brown hair slide into a seat at a table off to one side as was his normal habit.
"Gwen …" her boss began as she returned the tray to the counter.
"I'm going to need a couple of minutes," she said, cutting him off without taking her eyes from her quarry.
"O-kay," Harry said, not that she was paying attention, having already begun weaving her way through the tables.
"What were you thinking?" she hissed as she slid into the seat across from Peter.
Instantly, his head shot up and his brown eyes locked onto her blue eyes.
"Gwen?" he asked.
"What were you thinking?" she asked again, beginning to get impatient that he had yet to answer her. "You could have been arrested and I could have been fired!"
"I wouldn't let that happen, Gwen, you have to believe me on that," Peter replied.
"You still haven't answered my question, Peter," she said. "What were you thinking sneaking into Oscorp like that?"
Peter sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up somewhat.
"I had to go, Gwen, don't you see," Peter replied. "I just found out some stuff about my dad and I wanted to learn more. He used to work at Oscorp."
Gwen sat back in her chair, her head nodding slowly. She could understand the attraction of wanting to learn more – his parents had been dead for a very long time now.
"But why sneak in? Why not just make an appointment with someone to ask about your father?" she asked.
"The opportunity came up and I just decided to go for it?" he replied, trying one of his big grins on her and she was not going to let it distract her. No, definitely not.
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