A/N: I own nothing related to Marvel, Harry Potter, or DC

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Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton was returning to his tent after helping clean up after one of his circus' performances when he was startled.

"Mr. Barton." Clint stopped and looked around, while slinging his bow off his shoulder and drawing an arrow in one smooth practiced move.

"Who's there?" he asked, keeping his bow trained where he thought the voiced had originated.

A tall figure in a set of long robes stepped out of the shadows by his tent.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, I need to discuss something with you."

"What about?" he asked, never lowering his bow.

"If we could step inside please, we have private matters to discuss."

"I'm not going back there, you can't make me."

"This has nothing to do with the Deere family, now if you would follow me please, I'm afraid I have somewhere else to be tonight." Dumbledore turned and made his way into Clint's tent.

He hesitated a moment before following him in, keeping the bow held tightly in his clenched fist, although he did return the arrow to his quiver.

"I'm listening."

"You're a wizard Clint."

Clint blinked a couple of times. "Tell Barney it didn't work." He walked over to his nest of blankets, "You can let yourself out."

"You're brother has nothing to do with this, he is what we call a muggle, a person born without any magic in them. You, however, are a wizard. You have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, starting September 1st." Dumbledore handed him a heavy envelope.

Clint barely looked at it, just barely noticing his name and tent number.

"You're serious?"

"Yes Mr. Barton, now we have some things to figure out."

"Like how I can afford this? I'm sure it's some type of boarding school and even though they let me have a small percentage of earning from the shows, it's not going to be enough is it?"

"There is no cost to attend school; however, we will have to see about getting your school books and other needed items. There are some funds set up in our world to help out students such as yourself."

"So I'll be a scholarship kid, super." Clint muttered.

Dumbledore ignored his comment, "Also, students are not permitted to stay at school over the summer, so you need some place to stay over those months."

"Here." Clint broke in.

"And you will need to be at King's Cross in London to catch the Hogwarts Express to school. Ticket information is in that envelope."

Clint let his shoulder's drop, "Oh."

"I believe that can be arranged Headmaster."

Clint jerked his head up at the new voice. "Lady Elizabeth?"

"Hello Clint, Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to stop by and answer any questions about the wizarding world for you."

"Headmaster?" he asked turning back to the strange man.

"Yes Mr. Barton, Hogwarts is my school."

"I can take care of getting him to Diagon Alley for his things and get him to the train on time."

Dumbledore looked down at his pocket watch and stood up, "that would be most helpful, now I'm afraid I must take leave."

Dumbledore walked out of the tent and Clint jumped up to follow him.

"Headmaster, sir." He paused when Dumbledore turned around, "thanks."

Dumbledore reached out and shook the offered hand. "You'll do well in our world."

At that he walked a few feet away and turned in a circle before disappearing from view.

"Where did he go?" Clint asked out loud.

"He used advanced magic that you will not be doing for several years. Now let's go in and discuss, I'm sure you have several questions."

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Tony Stark had just gotten home from his parents funeral when he found a large tawny owl sitting outside his window. He pulled the letter off the owl's leg and it went on its way. He tossed it onto the pile of school stuff already in one corner of his room. There was never any doubt in anyone's mind that Tony would be attending Hogwarts, he had gone with his mom to Diagon Alley weeks ago to get his things. He flopped down on his bed and let his mind wonder. Next thing he knew, there was a knock on his door.

"Can I come in?" his dad's business partner, Obidiah Stane poked his head into the room.

"Sure Obie." Tony sat up and watched Obie bring in a cage, holding an owl.

"This is for you. I heard a school owl was hanging around the house today."

"Yeah, I got it." He nodded his head in the direction of his school pile.

"Wonderful."

There was an awkward pause in the room.

"Well, I best be going, I'll check on you tomorrow. Jarvis is downstairs if you need anything."

"Okay."

Obie turned to leave the room, "Don't forget to name the owl."

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"Mom, we'll be fine." Steve said for the hundredth time. "We have to go."

"Fine, fine." She hugged her son tightly, before turning and pulling his best friend into a hug, "Watch out for him."

"Of course Mrs. Rogers." James 'Bucky' Barnes said.

"Don't forget to send an owl about the sorting."

"Yes dad." Bucky said as he and Steve picked up their trunks and headed for the train.

The two eleven year olds dragged their trunks over to the train and as they struggled to lift them onto the train, an older teen came over and grabbed one end of each trunk.

Together, they climbed the stairs onto the train and made their way down the hall until Steve found an empty compartment. The teen helped lift the trunks into the overhead storage area.

"Hey thanks man." Bucky said.

"Yeah, thank you for the help." Steve added.

"No problem, name's Phil Coulson. I had someone help me my first year too."

"I'm Steve Rogers, this is Bucky Barnes."

"I'm going to go see if anyone else needs help, I'll check in on you later, if you want?" he offered.

"Sure man, be nice to have an older friend here." Bucky said moving over to the where Steve was already hanging out the open window waving goodbye to their mom's.

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"I want this compartment."

Clint looked up from the book he was reading.

"Did you hear me first year? I want this compartment."

"And I want a full Gringrotts vault, but we don't always get what we want."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Clint made a shooing motion with his hand.

The bigger kid stepped fully into the compartment followed by three other kids. Clint tossed his book aside and stood up, wishing he had his bow but knowing he could put up a decent struggle with all the self defense he knew.

Before any blows could be exchanged there was a throat clearing from behind them.

"Is there a problem here?" a tall, well built kid, already in school robes, asked.

"Stay out of it Fury."

"Now you know I can't do that Ross, why don't you guys find another compartment before things get messy here."

The one called Ross let out a huff of air before turning and walking through his followers, who turned and followed him out.

"I could have handled that."

I'm sure you could, you seem like a strappy thing. Name's Fury, and you are?"

"Barton, Clint Barton."

You're welcome Barton." Fury said turning and leaving the room.

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"Well this seems like an exciting room, mind if we join you?"

Bruce Banner looked up from his potions textbook.

"Not at all." He said standing to offer his help to the two kids who came in.

"I'm James Rhodes." Said the skinny black kid, "and this knucklehead is –"

Bruce cut in, "Tony Stark. Pleased to meet you in person." He offered his hand.

Tony looked at it, "I don't like to be handed things."

"Okay then." Bruce retracted his hand.

"Potions book out means you either really like science or you're a fellow first year." Tony observed.

"Yes on both counts actually."

"Which house do you want to be sorted into?" James said.

"Any of them is fine with me."

"Come on, you can be honest with us." Tony said, pulling out a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans.

Bruce accepted a couple of beans and gave a half smile. "Ravenclaw."

"You can join Tony then, in the brain club." James said with a laugh.

"You're wanting Ravenclaw too?"

"That's what everyone expects me to go to. Dad was Ravenclaw, mom was Hufflepuff."

"What about you James?"

"Gryffindor, hopefully."

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"Anything from the trolley dears." The witch pushing the cart of goodies asked the room of third years.

"Oh nothing for me thanks." Melinda May said.

"Didn't we go through this last year too?" Maria Hill rolled her eyes at her friend. "I'll take two chocolate frogs, a box of Bertie's beans too." She said pulling out some coins.

"Can I get a cauldron cake and a licorice wand please; also, four things of iced pumpkin juice." Phil Coulson said going over to the cart. "Oh, and I need a Daily Prophet too if you have one."

"Here you go son." The lady handed over the requested items, allowing the two girls to get their drinks before moving on.

"Always have to read the paper." Maria said sharing a laugh with Melinda.

"Don't you subscribe?" Melinda asked.

"Of course I do, but I left my original copy at home this morning."

Melinda accepted the offered chocolate frog from Maria and grinned at her friend as the compartment opened again and Nick Fury came in.

He took the empty seat next to Maria and accepted the juice Phil handed him.

"Thanks man."

"Busy already?" Melinda asked.

"Ross was already starting something with some first year named Barton."

"What'd he say the kid did?" Maria asked, offering Fury the box of beans.

"Nothing, Ross just wanted the compartment."

"What happened?" Phil asked.

"When I came up, the kid was standing there, fist balled, read to take on Ross and his goons."

"Brave kid." Phil said.

"Or stupid." Melinda argued.

"He'll be one to keep an eye on, that's for sure." Fury said.

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"First years, over here. First years, step this way." Came a booming voice above the crowd.

"Who is that?" asked Laura Cardellini of her new friends.

"That's Hagrid, the grounds keeper." Helen Cho answered.

"He's huge." Pepper Potts observed as they made their way along a path with the other first years.

"Okay, four to a boat everyone, keep everything inside the boat."

"Can I join you?" the trio of girls turned to the new voice.

"Sure, come on in." Pepper said as they all climbed into a boat.

"Thanks, I'm Jane Foster."

"I'm Pepper Potts, this is Helen Cho and Laura Cardellini."

"They don't expect us to row this thing wit out oars do they?" Laura asked.

At that moment the boats started moving on their own.

"Well that answered that." Helen said as the girls shared a laugh.

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