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DA Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Bucky found himself in Atlanta the next afternoon. He knew enough about Harper that he hoped it wouldn't take long to locate her. Opening the browser on his phone, he looked up the most expensive hotel in the area. Clicking on the number, he called the front desk.

"Hello, thank you for calling. How can we help you today?" a young female answered.

"I am looking for my wife, and I'm hoping you can tell me if she has checked out yet or not?" Bucky lied confidently.

"I would be happy to look for you, sir. Can I have the last name?"

"It should be under Samael," he told the girl. It was the alias she had always used when working for Hydra, so it was worth trying now. "I'm not sure which first name she used, but it should be either Lilith or Freya."

There was a pause, but he could hear the clicking of the keys as the girl typed on the computer. "It looks like she is still checked in and has the room booked for another couple of days, sir," she informed him.

"Wonderful," Bucky said, "Can you put me through to her room? She isn't answering her cell phone, and I just want to make sure she is doing alright."

"Of course, sir. Just one moment."

After another brief pause, the phone began to ring. Bucky let the tone play through a few times and then hung up. Harper wasn't answering, which could mean one of two things. Bucky could only hope that it meant she was out of the room, but he still had a bad feeling in his gut about this entire situation. Plugging the address into his phone's GPS, Bucky made his way to the hotel.

He approached the front desk, where a young woman stood behind a large counter. "Hi, there," he said, trying to appear friendly. "My wife is currently checked in here. I tried her cell phone and room phone, but there was no answer. Is there any way you can help me out?"

"Oh yes, you called for her not too long ago," the clerk said. "Let me try calling her room since we don't usually give out guest information. If she doesn't answer, I will make an exception this once for you."

"I really appreciate it," Bucky smiled at her. He walked over to the seating area in the lobby and waited while she called up to the room.

The young clerk tried to call Harper's room three times over twenty minutes before giving up and creating another key for the room. Placing it in the small sleeve with the room number, she walked around the counter to the lobby and approached Bucky. "I tried calling a few times, but there was no answer," she explained, handing him the card. "Here is a key for the room. If you have any trouble, just let me know," she smiled at him kindly.

"Thank you so much," he told her.

She left the lobby and went back to work, leaving Bucky alone. He quickly made his way to the room, knocking on the door first, hoping that Harper might answer. When there was no response, he used the key and opened the door, thankful she didn't lock it with the safety locks. Bucky stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him, glancing around the room. He could tell immediately something was wrong.

Walking farther in, Bucky saw Harper laid out on the bed with blood staining the sheets. She was unmoving, and her breathing was shallow. Her skin was pale, and her usually bright blonde hair now had hints of a dull copper-red. She had been beaten pretty badly and was bleeding from multiple wounds all over her body.

Bucky's heart ached. The Dark Angel was untouchable, just as he had been as the Winter Soldier. Seeing her so weak, so helpless, broke something in his heart that had never been touched before. He couldn't help but kneel down beside the bed, tears pricking his eyes as he gently brushed a few strands of blonde hair away from her face. "Damn it, Angel," he whispered with a sigh. "You're going to be okay. I promise," he murmured.

He stood back up, pulled out his phone, and took a seat in the chair at the small desk. Scrolling through the names in his contact list, he knew there was only one person he could call.

"What is it, Barnes?"

"It's about the Dark Angel, Fury," he replied.

"What about her?" the director asked.

"I found her, sir. And it's not good."

"Hang on a minute," Fury responded. Bucky could hear shuffling on the other end for a few moments and then heard a door slam shut. "Where did you find her?" Fury finally spoke again.

"At a hotel in Atlanta," he replied.

"Was she conscious when you found her?" the director questioned.

"No. She is unconscious, and her injuries are extensive."

Fury groaned. "Is she breathing?"

"Yes, she's alive, but barely. She is severely wounded, sir."

"How serious are her injuries?"

"She was bleeding profusely, though it seems to have stopped for the time being, and has severe lacerations across her chest and abdomen. A wound straight through her shoulder, but I don't know what from. She has bruises all over her as well. I don't know what happened to her, but she's in bad shape."

Fury sighed. "Send me the location and room number. I'll have someone come and collect her. Whatever you do, do not give them any information about who she is. Clean her up as best you can, and I'll have a clean-up crew handle the room."

"Understood, sir," Bucky said, hanging up.

Setting his phone down, Bucky ran his hand over his face before standing and walking to the bathroom. He turned on the water at the sink, allowing it to warm up while he grabbed a couple of the small face towels. Wetting each and wringing them out, he shut off the water and walked back to the bed. Bucky gently began to wipe the dried blood off Harper's exposed skin.

As he cleaned off her face, he heard a quiet groan escape her lips. Bucky froze. His heart was beating faster than usual as he looked at Harper. "Hey, Angel, stay with me, okay?" he whispered softly. Bucky placed his hand in hers, wrapping her fingers around his palm. "I know you're weak, but if you can hear me, please, try to squeeze my hand. Or twitch your fingers. Something," he begged her.

Harper tried her best to close her hand around his, only able to curl her fingers a little. Her eyes flitted open briefly, and he felt a pang of hope. "You're okay, Angel. I need you to keep fighting for me. We're going to get you out of here and fixed up. I promise, okay?" Harper moaned again in response, squeezing his hand as best she could.

Once Bucky had gotten her as cleaned up as he could, he set about packing up all of her things. He picked up the room and ensured everything was where it needed to be. There was a knock at the door that took his attention. Approaching it carefully, he looked out the peephole to see a pair of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on the other side. Bucky opened the door and ushered them inside.

"We're going to take her out the back door and directly into our van. She'll be transported to the hangar, where we will be getting her onto a quinjet to fly her back to New York. Fury said you could fly back with her, if you want," one of the agents explained to Bucky.

"Yeah, okay. What about clean-up in here?" Bucky asked.

"We have a team coming in. Just give us your room keys, and one of the agents will check her out once the room is clean," he replied.

Bucky nodded at him and handed the man the two room keys. The agents thanked him, carefully picked up Harper, and walked out of the room. The second they were gone, Bucky grabbed her bag and made his way to the front of the hotel. He avoided the front desk and quickly got into his car to follow the van to the S.H.I.E.L.D. hangar.

Within two hours of Bucky calling Fury, he and Harper were back at the Avenger's Tower safe. Bruce was hard at work figuring out just how extensive Harper's injuries were. While he worked on the scans and tests, Bucky stayed by Harper's side, watching the monitors, waiting for any answers Banner could give him.

Clint walked into the room while a nurse was cleaning up a few more wounds on Harper. "What happened, Barnes?" he asked, concerned.

"Why do you care?" Bucky asked him sharply, looking at him coldly.

"She's my sister. Why wouldn't I care about her?" Clint replied simply.

"You didn't seem overly concerned when Fury told you he was worried something happened," Bucky snapped. "What if I hadn't overheard? Huh? What if I hadn't flown down there to find her? If it had been left to you, she'd be dead, Barton!"

Clint put his hands up defensively. "Okay. Yeah. You've got a point. But she's still my sister. We may not like each other, but I still love her," Clint admitted quietly. Bucky stared at him for a moment in silence before turning away. "Do you know what happened?" Clint inquired after several minutes.

"No," Bucky said bluntly, shaking his head slowly. "I took a shot in the dark that she still used the same alias, and I knew she only ever stayed at the most expensive hotels. By the time I got to her, she was unconscious and barely breathing." Bucky paused for a long moment before continuing. "I called Fury, got her cleaned up as best I could, and we came back here. The doctor has her in a medically induced coma, but there's no telling how bad things are yet."

"Shit," Clint muttered, running a hand through his hair. He glanced at the monitors and frowned. After a few minutes of silence, Barton turned to leave. "If anything changes, let me know," he called over his shoulder. Clint looked back at Bucky with a somber expression as he stepped through the door. "Thanks, Barnes," he added, closing the door as he left.

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DA Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Harper arrived in Atlanta and parked outside the house. It had been several years since she had last seen the mother and son that resided inside. The home was dark when she entered, but as soon as her footsteps fell upon the creaking floorboards, a form appeared in the hallway between the living room and where Harper needed to go.

"It's been a while," said the man who appeared before her.

"Marcus, now isn't a good time," she warned.

The man raised his left hand, aiming a gun at Harper’s heart. "Seems like that choice is up to me, not you."

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. "I taught you everything you know, junior. But I didn't teach you everything I know. Just let me do what I need to, and I'll be gone."

"Who sent you?" Marcus questioned.

"No one fucking sent me," she scoffed. "I'm here to get something, that's it."

His finger slowly moved off the gun's trigger, relaxing only slightly. “And just what would that be?”

"That's my business, not yours."

"So you're not here for me? Or my mom?" he questioned.

"No. I'm not. You know damn well, if I was here for either of you, you'd both be dead already. I wouldn't be standing here making small talk with you.”

He looked away from Harper, lowering the weapon and placing it back in its holster. “So why are you here?" he asked.

"The safe in the office. I just need to get something out of it. Then I'm going on my merry way," she answered.

"How do you expect to get in? My mother has the key hidden, and neither of us knows the code."

"I have the code, dumbass. Otherwise, I would have shown up when I knew your mother was here. Not when I thought the house was empty." Harper took a few steps toward the hall where he stood. "Now, are you going to let me get what I came for? Or are you just going to cause a problem?"

Marcus stepped aside, allowing Harper to walk down the hallway to the office. "What's in there that you need so badly?"

"Nothing you need to know about," she stated. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to be quick. The longer I’m here, the greater the risk to you... and your mom."

Marcus watched Harper until she disappeared around the corner and into the room. It wasn't long before she reemerged, tucking something into the pocket of her jacket. She paused briefly at his side to pat his shoulder as she passed him. Once she reached the front door, Harper turned back to face the young man. "Listen, Marcus..." she started, locking eyes with him. "You're like a brother to me, and you know full well I would never let harm come to you or your mother. I don't know what kind of shit you got yourself caught up in. Hell, I don't think I want to know. But promise me something, alright?"

"Sure." He shrugged. "I guess?" he replied, not sure of the question.

"Promise me you will reach out if it gets too bad? Your mom knows people to call. They can help protect you both."

Marcus nodded his head, "I promise," he assured her. "But what about you?"

"Keeping you two safe is the reason I can't stay now, nor can I have contact with either of you until I know this threat is squashed. I know damn well that whoever you pissed off has someone tracking me, even if they're doing a shit job of it. That's why I have to get back to New York before they can find me here."

He studied Harper's face for another moment, trying to read some sort of emotion that he couldn't see. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her words. She had always been cryptic, and he never really knew how much she meant by anything she said, but he could tell she meant everything this time. He trusted her. That's what mattered most in this situation. "I understand," Marcus told her. "Be careful."

"Always am," she assured him with a smirk as she walked out of the house.

It had been five days since Fury had seen Harper. He wasn't expecting her to reach out once she had acquired the serum, but he had thought someone would have mentioned her visit. While sitting in his office, he decided to call once again.

"Hello?" a man answered.

"I'm looking for Nia," Fury replied.

"Sure, just a second."

Fury could hear some shuffling before a woman spoke up. "Hello?"

"Nia, has the Angel arrived yet?"

"She was here two days ago. As far as I knew, she was heading back your way. Why?" Nia asked.

"I haven't heard from her. Not that I expected to, but what she said before she left has me wondering."

"Nick..." her voice trailed off. He could hear the worry in her tone, though.

"I'll figure it out. Just stay alert. When I know more, I'll fill you in," Fury told her, hanging up the phone without another word.

Fury sat there for a moment with a troubled look on his face. Things like this didn't typically phase him, but knowing the people involved made this situation different. This was a possible threat to people he cared deeply for, not just friends and colleagues.

Standing from his desk, Nick walked out of his office and down to the archery range. He found Clint working with some recruits and called him into the empty hallway to speak with him. "It's about your sister, Barton," Fury began.

"What about her?"

"How much do you know about her life?" Fury questioned. Barton looked at Fury in confusion. "Let me put it this way," he tried, "Before a couple of weeks ago, when was the last time you saw her?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "Close to fifteen years. Why?"

"She was in my office last week, wanting that serum. She said there was someone after her," Fury said.

Clint rolled his eyes, "There's no one that could be a threat to her."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Barton. Someone, or something, has her spooked enough to seek me out."

"Look, Fury, with all due respect, Harley has made more than her fair share of enemies through the years. I'm sure she is fine and just said what she felt she needed to say to get what she wanted," Clint insisted.

As Clint and Fury continued their conversation about Harper, Bucky approached from a side hallway. Before he could turn the corner, he heard the two men talking. Stopping in his tracks, Bucky stood with his back against the wall and listened.

"Barton, your sister was last seen in Atlanta two days ago, and there has been no sign of her since. I've got a bad feeling that something happened to her," Fury explained.

"And that makes it my problem how exactly?" Clint responded. "Just because she is my sister doesn't mean I would go on some wild goose chase to find her because of some 'bad feeling.'"

Fury sighed heavily; he couldn't argue with that. "Look, I just want to make sure she's okay. If she isn't, then we might need to think about how to protect ourselves," Fury reasoned.

The two men stared each other down for a few seconds before Clint turned around and headed back towards the range. "I'm sorry, Fury, but I can't help you," he said as the door shut behind him.

Bucky let out a breath and walked down the hall, back the way he had come. He knew the Angel, and he knew Fury. If something had the two of them worried, it wasn't anything good. Bucky knew Clint wouldn't do anything, not until it was too late anyway. Still... he couldn't shake the idea that something terrible was going to happen, if it hadn't already…

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DA Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Fury opened the door to his office, flipping on the light as he stepped inside. He seemed unphased as the light revealed someone sitting in his chair at the desk. The stranger had their head tipped back and hands behind their head, eyes closed, and their feet kicked up on the desk with their ankles crossed.

"To what do I owe the visit?" Fury asked.

"I just have some questions... Director."

"Those questions wouldn't have anything to do with the files that you copied from S.H.I.E.L.D. servers, would they?" He stepped further into his office, closing the door behind him.

"They might." The person lowered their feet to the floor and sat up in the chair.

Fury stood at the corner of his desk. "Then allow me to ask a question first," he began. "Are we playing fair?"

"That entirely depends on you, Fury," the visitor shrugged.

Nick took his weapon out of its holster and placed it in the center of his desk. The visitor stood, placed a knife on the desk and walked around to the other side, allowing Fury to take a seat in his chair. "What questions might you have, Barton?" he asked.

"I want to know where the vials from Project Gladiator are," Harper answered.

Fury sat back in his chair. "You won't find them," he responded.

"You really believe that?" she challenged.

"I can assure you," Fury answered, leaning forward onto his desk, "That no one can find those vials."

"I think you underestimate me," Harper stated flatly.

"What do you want them for?"

Harper smirked. "That's my business."

Fury sat up straight again. "It's going to come out, either way, Barton."

"Maybe," she agreed, "But on my time, not yours."

"So... you want it for yourself," he reasoned.

"Never said anything to the contrary, did I?" She asked.

"No," he confirmed. "But you know as well as I do that there are plenty of people who would love to get their hands on those vials."

She took a seat opposite him, resting her arms on the desk with her hands clasped. "You're right; there are. But none of them matter. I'm not doing this for the money. Now, we can either do this the simple way, and you just give me what I want. Or we can do this the fun way, for me anyway, and I take what I want. The choice is yours, Fury."

Fury sighed, knowing that he couldn't win an argument against her without giving something away. "Let's be honest, Barton. You wouldn't be here if you didn't already have an idea of where the serum is. So you don't actually need me to give you that information."

"Fair point," she acknowledged.

"Why come then?"

The young woman smirked again, leaning back slightly. "Call it a professional courtesy," Harper shrugged.

"I see," Fury nodded. "Is that why no one has been hurt?"

"Yet..." she clarified. "No one has been hurt yet."

Harper kept her eyes locked on Fury. She could tell he was trying to process all the information he had thus far. His eyebrows furrowed, thinking about how to proceed. Eventually, his shoulders relaxed, and his gaze became less serious. "Alright, Barton. Let's make a deal."

A smirk crept on her lips again. "What sort of deal?"

"Call it a personal courtesy," he countered. "You get what you want, and no one gets hurt in the process."

"What's in it for you?" she asked.

"Answers, Barton. I want answers."

Harper sat up in the chair, folding her arms over her chest. "How specific do these answers have to be?"

Fury looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. "Specific enough that I can justify what I'm agreeing to."

She nodded in agreement. "Fine. But only out of respect."

"Fair," he replied. "Why do you want the serum?"

"Personal use," Harper replied shortly.

"Personal for yourself?"

"Yes."

Fury nodded, understanding. "What for?"

"Call it precautionary."

"And why would you need any sort of safeguard?"

Harper sighed, "What are we doing, Fury? Playing twenty questions?"

"You could give me the short version if you're in a hurry," he offered.

Harper considered for a moment before responding. "Someone contacted me to take out a target. They wanted me to take down someone going by the name Scorpio. I took the job without question.” She watched Fury’s eyes widen slightly. He knew exactly who she had been sent after. “Once I found out this Scorpio's real identity, I changed my mind. Unfortunately for me, I didn't realize the reach the original contact had. Now... the hunter has become the hunted," she explained.

Fury raised his eyebrows slightly. He had known Harper for many years and never knew her to be the one under attack.

Harper continued, "There's not many that can do my job better than me, Nick. You know that better than most. I can't take that risk this time around. Not without a safety net."

Fury sat quietly for a moment. Then he nodded in agreement. "What happens next, Barton?"

Before she could answer, a knock on the office door interrupted them. A voice came through the door, "Director Fury?"

Fury looked towards the door. "Yes?"

Agent Hill opened the door, just enough to poke her head inside. "Sorry to interrupt, but they're back, sir."

Fury nodded, and Hill closed the door. He turned back to Harper, "Unless you want to see your brother again, I'd suggest heading out the same way you arrived." He wrote some information on a piece of paper and handed it to Harper. "I'll let her know to expect you."

Harper took the paper and offered a respectful nod before standing up and quickly leaving the office. Fury sat in the silence for a while, taking in all the new information. He didn't like the thought of Harper, or anyone, having those vials, but he was sure that he chose the lesser of two evils this time around. Besides, he owed her one for turning the job down. The least he could do was help her survive the consequences.

Fury stood from his chair and left his office, locking the door behind him. As he walked the halls toward the briefing room, his mind was racing with the possibilities of who could have Harper concerned enough to seek out his help, even if it was just to confirm what she already knew. And who had tried to hire her in the first place?

Fury walked into the large meeting room, took a seat at the head of the long table, and looked around at each team member seated around him. "So," he began, "What did you find out?"

"Well, sir, I know who has been breaking into the different S.H.I.E.L.D. locations," Clint spoke up first.

"And it is?"

"My sister, sir," Clint answered.

"Do we know what she is looking for?"

"Not entirely. We know she wants information on something Laura worked on when she was with S.H.I.E.L.D., but aside from the name of the project, we have no idea what it is," Clint said.

"She wants information on something called Project Gladiator, sir," Steve added.

"It was a project intended to try to replicate the Super Soldier Serum. After some setbacks, Laura succeeded in not only making the Super Soldier Serum but a combination serum as well. Laura and I were the only ones that knew about that accomplishment," Fury explained.

"What could she possibly want with that?" Natasha asked. "She seems to be going through a lot of trouble if she just wants it to sell to the highest bidder."

Fury looked between the three Avengers, not wanting to reveal more than they needed to know. "I couldn't say. Did she mention if she is working for anyone?"

"No. Not directly anyway. She mentioned something about a client, but there's no telling with her if it was just empty words or not," Clint replied.

"This isn't going to be a problem for you, is it Barton? Possibly having to take down your sister?"

"No sir," he assured. "She and I haven't been on the best of terms in a very long time."

"Good," Fury stated. "Let's keep our guard up then until we figure out exactly what her intentions are," Fury instructed.

"Yes, sir," the trio answered in unison.

Once Fury was back in his office, he locked the door and sat at his desk. After several minutes of debate with himself, he picked up the landline and dialed a phone number.

"Hello?" a woman answered cautiously.

"I'm sorry to call you like this," Fury replied.

"Is something wrong?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "But I'm calling to tell you that the Dark Angel will be stopping by. Whether or not she'll stop when you are at the house, I don't know, but she is picking up something."

The silence on the line lasted for what seemed like an eternity. "Are we still safe with her?" the woman finally asked.

Fury hesitated before answering. "I trust her," he said.

A small sigh could be heard from the other end of the line. "That doesn't answer the question?" she pressed.

"The Angel won't do anything to hurt you, you know that. I'm sure she will make it a point to show up while you're both away. She is taking something from the safe, and that's all,"  Fury told the woman.

"Okay," she agreed. There was no arguing against him. The woman knew he would never lie to her. "Thank you."

After hanging up, Fury stared down at the phone for a moment. I hope I'm not wrong.

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DA Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Laura stood in the kitchen, quietly making dinner as she listened to the children play outside. She could see them from the small window above the sink as she washed a few dishes.

"Hello, Little Bird," a voice spoke behind her.

She turned around quickly, coming face to face with a woman she hoped she would never see again. "What are you doing here?" Laura asked, feeling behind her for something to use as a weapon.

"No need to get hostile," the woman said, putting her hands up in defense. "I just thought it would be nice to meet my niece and nephews, is all. Maybe see my sister-in-law again."

"Harley... How did you find us?"

"I have my ways, Bird. You know that." Harper took a seat at the small table in the kitchen. Her calm demeanor and honest eyes trying to ease the tension in the air.

Laura shook her head, turning back around to continue cooking though keeping her guard up just the same. "What do you want, Harley? I mean, what do you really want?"

Harper sighed heavily, looked down at the table, and then back up at Laura. "I told you, I just want to meet the kids," she answered sincerely.

"That's bullshit, and we both know it," Laura stated calmly, turning her head to try to get a read on the woman sitting at her table.

"I promise," Harper insisted. "Look, my niece and nephew are teenagers, not to mention your third kid is damn close to starting school, if not enrolled already, and I've never met any of them. I haven't had any family in a long time. I want to change that," she explained.

"I... I can never tell when you're lying to me, Harley. But fine, you can stay for now. Just know, if you so much as look at one of my kids wrong, I will end you."

"Of course, momma bear," Harley agreed with a smirk. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Laura shot her a quick glare before opening the small window and calling for the kids to come inside. They entered moments later, each wearing a confused look on their faces as they spotted the stranger in their home. "Kids, I'd like you all to meet someone," Laura began, motioning towards Harley. "This is Harper Lee. She is..." Laura paused, thinking of how to explain this.

"I'm your aunt," Harley cut in.

"Why have we never heard of you before?" the oldest boy asked.

"It's a long story," Harley answered. "But, I'm here now, so what do you say we start off on the right foot, huh?"

"And how do you expect to do that?" he asked.

"Well, first, why don't you tell me your names?"

He let out a sigh, "I'm Cooper." He gestured to his sister, "This is Lila. And our brother is Nate," he finished, gesturing to the last child in the room.

"You can call me Harley. It's nice to meet all of you finally," she smiled at the three children.

Laura watched as they interacted briefly, never taking her eyes off Harper. "Why don't you guys go wash up for dinner?" Laura suggested softly. The children nodded happily, walking off to wash their hands.

Once the children were out of earshot, Laura turned to Harley, "I don't know what game you're playing. But don't act like their friend, if you intend to abandon them, because-"

Harley held her hand up, "I'm not going to do anything to them. Believe it or not, Laura, I'm not the heartless monster you and my brother seem to think I am."

The five of them all sat around the larger table in the dining room, quietly enjoying a meal together. The kids talked about school and sports, and Harper answered some innocent questions about herself.

Once dinner was over, Harper helped to clean up the dishes and even helped the older two kids with their homework. Laura was surprised, she had expected something terrible to happen, but Harley kept to her word so far.

After the kids did their homework and put everything away from dinner, Harper decided it was the right time for her to head out for the night. "I should be heading back to my hotel," she said.

"Do you have to?" Lila asked.

"I've put enough stress on your mom today," Harper replied. "But don't worry, I'll come back tomorrow to visit again." She looked up at Laura, who was still cautiously watching her former sister-in-law interact with her kids. "As long as that's okay?"

Laura looked at her kids, who were all waiting patiently to hear an answer. Finally, she nodded. "I guess that would be alright," she finally answered.

Harper smiled at Laura and gave each of the kids a hug before leaving the house. This is easier than I thought it would be, Harper thought to herself as she got in her car, waving goodbye to the kids as she drove off.

Harper arrived at the farm a little before the kids were due home from school the next day. She knocked on the door, waiting until Laura answered it. "Hey," she greeted, "I figured if I came by early, I could maybe help you with some things before they get home."

Laura looked at her skeptically. "Help me? Why would I want your help?"

"I told you yesterday. I'm not the monster you think I am. I've changed, Bird," Harper stated as she followed Laura into the house.

"You'll have to excuse me if I don't believe you, Harley."

"Believe me or don't, it doesn't matter to me," she shrugged.

The two women set to work in silence - picking things up around the house, sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, regular everyday tasks that Harley hadn't done in a very long time. With the help, Laura got dinner going and finished before the kids ever arrived home.

They all ate dinner together later that evening, chatting idly. The kids took turns talking about their day, telling stories, and making jokes. As Harley watched the kids, a small smile formed on her face as she listened to them talk.

Once everyone had finished eating and had cleared the table, the kids went to work on their homework while Laura and Harley cleaned up the dishes. With everything finished early and the sun still out, Harley suggested they all spend some time outside. "I know I just kind of showed up yesterday, but I brought a gift for each of you kids today," she said.

"A gift? Really, Harley, you... you didn't need to bring anything," Laura said hesitantly.

"Yes, I did," she replied. "I wanted to. They're in the car, come on," Harper urged.

The kids hopped up and ran off outside, following Harley to her car. Laura trailed behind slowly, not wanting to ruin a moment for the four of them but always skeptical of Harley.

After opening the trunk of the car, Harper pulled out a large bow and a quiver, "This set is for you," she said, handing it to Cooper. She pulled out another set with a slightly smaller bow, giving it to Lila. Nathaniel stepped forward, looking into the trunk next to his aunt. "Don't worry, little man, I got one for you too," she said, pulling out a small plastic toy bow with a small quiver holding plastic suction cup arrows. Harper couldn't help but chuckle a little as the little boy squealed with excitement.

"Really, Harley, you shouldn't have," Laura said, trying to sound grateful but failing miserably.

Harper walked over to Laura, "The arrows all have plastic tips so that no one can get hurt. Clint and I started when we were barely older than Nate is now. Besides, this is the only thing I know. Might as well keep the skill in the family, right?" she joked gently.

Laura didn't reply but instead smiled weakly. "Alright then, I suppose I'll allow it." She turned away from Harper and headed back to the house, leaving the kids with their aunt and new gifts. Once inside and out of earshot of Harper, Laura took out her cell phone and called Clint.

Clint answered by the second ring. "Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"Hey, are you busy?" Laura asked.

"No. No. Just going over some files, but it's fine. Is everything okay?"

"I think so," she said. "You just didn't tell me that your sister would be stopping by the farm."

"What?" Clint questioned, worry filling his tone.

"Well, I assumed you told her where we were..." Laura began, suddenly even more concerned than she had been the last two days. "But from the sounds of it, you had no idea."

"Did she say what she wants?" he asked.

Laura paused briefly, glancing out a nearby window to see Harper showing Nate how to hold his little bow. "She showed up yesterday and said she wanted to meet the kids."

Clint's heart dropped. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered quietly.

"What does she really want, Clint?" Laura asked softly.

Clint stayed silent for a moment. "I don't know, Laura," he admitted.

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Laura asked. "Do you think she's safe around the kids? I mean, so far, she seems like an entirely different Harley, but I can never tell with her."

Clint sighed heavily. "It's not the kids I'm worried about. She won't hurt them, that much I know. She wants something from you, Laura."

"What do you mean?"

"Harley targeted S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities all down the east coast. She took any file that so much as mentioned your name. We don't know what she is after or what she is doing. But you know my sister. If she's going through all this trouble, it's nothing good," he explained.

"Has she hurt anyone?" Laura asked.

"No."

"Then why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?!" she yelled into the phone.

"I'm sorry. I thought we could handle it," Clint tried to explain.

"Handle what? Your sister? Are you kidding me, Clint?!" she snapped.

"Look, we'll be there tomorrow, and I'll take care of it. Okay?" Clint pleaded.

Laura relented. "Okay. I trust you," she said, sighing heavily as she ended the call.

She hung up her cell phone, throwing it onto the couch beside her. Laura sat on the sofa and rubbed her hands down her face in frustration. "Damn it," she cursed, running her fingers through her hair. "I knew it was too good to be true..." she mumbled under her breath.

Chapter 6 – Masterlist – Taglist

DA Chapter 4

Chapter 3

The elevator chimed, and Clint stepped out into the main room of the Avengers’ tower. The others had already arrived and were sitting on the various sofas and chairs around the center of the room. He could hear Tony throwing a fit, complaining about something, and arguing with the others.

"If nothing was taken or destroyed, I don't see what the issue is, Stark," Bucky stated.

"Because I don't like knowing someone was going through my shit, Barnes, that's what!"

"What's going on?" Clint asked as he approached the group.

"Someone managed to get into the tower last night," Steve told him.

"Shit," Clint said softly. "Any idea who it was?"

"They left this," Natasha slid a piece of paper across the table toward him.

"Damn it," he said under his breath, looking at the same symbol he had seen in the photographs.

"Have something you'd like to share with the rest of the class, Barton?" Tony questioned, seeing Clint's expression.

Looking up and seeing everyone staring at him, Clint placed the file he held on the table. "Um, well," he began, taking a few of the pictures out and spreading them out. "It's the same symbol that was left at every S.H.I.E.L.D. location that's been hit," he explained.

"Do you have any idea what it means?" Sam asked.

Clint leaned back in the chair he had taken a seat in, running a hand over his face. "Yeah," he began, "Unfortunately, I do."

The team sat in silence for a few minutes, expecting Clint to continue, but he never did. "Well? What does it mean?" Tony pressed.

Barton looked at each person in turn, taking in their expressions. "It's-"

Before he could tell them anything, the lights flickered and went out. The room was plunged into darkness, save for the dim glow of the cityscape below filtering in through the window wall, though it wasn’t enough to make out anything of importance. They all stared at one another, not quite sure of what had happened.

"Fuck," Clint muttered under his breath.

"What's going on, Tony?" Steve asked.

"I don't know, Rogers," he replied. “But maybe Barton could give us some insight?”

"Well, well, well," a voice spoke from the shadows. "Am I disturbing your little party here? My apologies, I guess my invitation got lost."

Most of the team stood quickly, taking up a stance ready to fight. Barton, on the other hand, remained in his seat. He knew where this was headed.

"Who are you?" Steve called out.

"Depends who you ask. Some will say I’m an angel, sweet as can be. Others? They say I’m a devil," the intruder responded. "I've been called a misfit, a schemer," the stranger laughed a little. "I've even been called a traitor," she snarled.

"Who are you?" Steve repeated.

"Why don't we find out together?" the voice responded, still hiding.

"Or you could just tell us," Tony quipped. "Save us all a lot of time."

"Oh, I don't mind wasting time," came the response, though it sounded as if they had moved.

Everyone went quiet for a moment, looking around the darkness to try to figure out where the intruder had gone. After a minute or two, the sound of footsteps moving against metal drew everyone's attention to one particular spot.

"Why does it always have to be a game?!" Clint called out. He could hear the person walking on the walkway above where the team stood. "Just tell us what you want. I know who you're looking for, and I promise you won't find a damn thing in the files you've taken."

"Oh, Hawky. I don't need the files for that. My client, on the other hand, will have a field day with some of the stuff I found," she answered.

"Clint?" Steve looked at the archer, "Is there something you'd like to tell us?"

Clint looked at everyone through the pitch black, knowing they were all staring back at him. He couldn't read their facial expressions, but he could tell they were waiting patiently for an answer. Before he could give one, though, the lights flickered back on and revealed the stranger standing on the platform overhead.

She was dressed in black, with gold accents, a quiver of arrows on her back. She had already lowered her hood; her blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

"I know you," Bucky spoke up. "You're the Dark Angel."

Steve turned to look at Bucky. "Who?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone.

"She's known as the Dark Angel, at least to Hydra. She's an angel of death."

"Come again?" Tony looked at Bucky in disbelief.

"An angel of death? Arguably the best assassin around. Never misses a shot, never leaves a target alive," Bucky continued, ignoring the shocked looks on the faces of everyone else in the room.

Tony was speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence. "How… How do you…"

"We worked together on certain... jobs," he explained before Tony could finish his thought.

"Good," she finally spoke again, "Now, you all know me, and I, of course, know you. So what do you say we-"

"No," Clint cut her off, "No games. I'm done with the damn games." Finally standing from the chair, Clint walked forward and stood in front of the team, looking up at the woman. "You owe me an explanation."

"I don't owe you shit," she snapped in reply.

"You break into S.H.I.E.L.D. locations, leaving that damn symbol in the debris. Then you hack into Stark's security just to leave another damn note behind. Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked.

"If it was obvious, I wouldn't be wanting to hear it from you," Clint growled out.

"Fine," she shrugged. "Stark's security? Was just a fun challenge. Proved to myself I could do it, though, huh?" she chuckled. "As for the little ‘notes’ I left behind? I knew you'd see them. I gave you a chance, Hawk. Before anything happened, I gave you a chance. But you couldn't be bothered. So, now I do it my way," she explained.

"What is she talking about, Barton?" Tony demanded. "Who the hell is she?"

"She's his sister," Nat answered before Clint could try to skate around it again.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard that right," Tony started. "You wanna run that by me again, please?"

"Nat's right," Clint admitted, nodding in the woman's direction. "She's my sister. And that symbol she left behind everywhere is one we made a long time ago when we were kids. A way for the two of us to communicate, let the other know we were alright without speaking… and eventually without even seeing each other," he explained. "The circle? It's a halo for her. The whole angel bit is one she had long before she went rogue. The arrow is for me."

Harper watched the team as they looked at Clint in disbelief. "But why would she leave it at each location?" Sam asked.

"She was telling me it was her doing the damage. We aren't exactly on the best of terms," Barton admitted.

"What does she mean that she gave you a chance?" Steve questioned.

Clint sighed, "She stopped at my house before she ever hit the headquarters in D.C.”

Harper couldn't help the smile that crept across her face. "You know," she spoke up, "I just came to say hello, knowing you all would be here. But watching you turn on my dear baby brother? Is so much better."

Steve stepped forward, narrowing his eyes as he glared up at the woman in front of him. "No one is turning on anyone."

"No offense, Cap, but you don't seem very intimidating," the woman stated. "I mean, you play frisbee, that's it. And your archer there can't even hit me. What makes you think any of the rest of you would even stand a chance?" She smirked at the team, clearly enjoying herself.

"What do you want, Harper Lee?" Clint asked. "Just tell me what the hell you want so we can be done with this," his tone almost begging.

"What do I want? Well, see, I already got all I needed from S.H.I.E.L.D.. So now? Now, I want to go visit some family that I haven't seen in quite a while, baby brother." She looked down at Clint with a smile.

"You don't even know where they are, Harley," Clint replied coldly.

"Of course I do. I know everything, brother," she grinned again. "I really should be going, though. Got lots of things to do, places to be." She laughed as the lights flicked, causing the room to go dark yet again. "See you later, Hawk!"

When the lights came back on moments later, she was gone. The team stood in silence for several minutes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "You have some explaining to do, Barton," Tony finally spoke up.

"Yeah," Clint mumbled in agreement. "I guess I do." He took a seat in one of the chairs, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

The team sat around in silence for a while, deciding the best way to approach the situation at hand. As usual, Tony was the first to break it. "Alright, I'll say it. What the hell, Barton?"

"Look, I know," Clint replied. "I'm sorry, alright?"

"Why didn't you tell us you had a sister?" Steve asked.

"Didn't seem relevant, I guess," he shrugged. "It's not like we’re close. Until Harley showed up at my house, I hadn't spoken to her in years. Like I said, we're not exactly on the best of terms," he explained.

"Why not?" Thor questioned.

"Harper Lee... Harley and I fell out when we were younger. We had different paths we wanted to take. She's resented me ever since," Clint answered.

"There has to be more to it than that, Barton. She's your sister," Bruce stated.

Clint sighed and said, "She got jealous... when we were teenagers. Our mentor chose me over her, and she hated him for it. But she never forgave me for going along with his choice," he explained.

The team listened intently to his explanation, but Steve was the one who spoke next. "You two were kids, and he made a choice, not you. So, why would she be upset about that?" he questioned.

"Because she was better. And we all knew it."

"Better how?" Natasha asked.

"From the get-go, there wasn't a shot Harley couldn't make. It wasn't just archery either, give her any weapon, and she could wield it like a pro." He paused for a moment before continuing, "But she was fed up with the life we had. She wanted something more, something better. So, Harley got her G.E.D. and joined the Army for a short stint." Clint sighed heavily but continued with his story. "At one point, I thought she was dead. Learned that was a load of shit when Nat and I stumbled on her working with Hydra almost fifteen years ago."

"So she decided to join Hydra to get back at you, for shit that happened when you were kids? That doesn't exactly make sense, Barton," Tony shook his head. 

"Nothing she does makes sense, Stark. It's always a game to her. If it made sense, it wouldn't be Harley," Clint rolled his eyes.

"She doesn't work for Hydra, Stark," Bucky spoke up.

"What do you mean? You're the one that said you two worked together," Tony turned to him.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, we did."

"Then how can she not work for Hydra?" He questioned.

"The Dark Angel is a freelance assassin. She'd work for S.H.I.E.L.D. if they paid her enough," Bucky explained. "They would hire her for certain jobs, but she isn't solely Hydra."

"Why not?" Tony questioned.

"Because she has no interest in staying in one place. Like she used to say, 'an angel of death goes where they are needed,'" Bucky answered with a shrug.

"So she just wants to kill people?" Steve asked.

Bucky sighed. "Not just anybody. She only takes jobs that she agrees with."

"Look, this isn't helping a damn thing!" Clint exclaimed. "What my sister has done before has nothing to do with right now."

Tony let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. So what do we do about it then? What is her plan? Do you happen to have any insight on that, at least?"

"If I knew what she was planning, I would have stopped her, Stark," Clint bit back, annoyed. "All I know is what Nat discovered," he added, nodding in Natasha's direction.

"And that is?" Bruce asked.

"The agent files that she took all have some connection to Clint's ex-wife, Laura. She was an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D. several years ago and worked on a few projects. But she retired when she and Clint got married," she explained.

"Do you think she's looking for something to do with her?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. But what, I don’t know," Clint sighed.

"What projects did your wife work on that would be of any interest to your sister?" Tony inquired.

"Ex-wife,” Clint clarified before shrugging, “And I don't know. We never talked about work stuff."

"You don't think she'd actually try to find Laura, do you?" Natasha asked.

"There's no way she could. I don't have her information saved anywhere, and S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have her information anywhere either. For her safety and the kids." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration yet again.

"Maybe, but there's no telling how long your sister has been planning this. Especially since we don't know what she is planning," Bucky pointed out.

Chapter 5 – Masterlist – Taglist

DA Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Three days had passed since Fury had informed the team of the attacks on the S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities. Whoever was doing the damage seemed to have taken a break from their efforts.

Clint had kept to himself for the most part since finding the symbol in the photographs Fury had given him. Barton hadn't mentioned to anyone what he discovered, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong about what he saw.

By day four, Natasha was getting a little concerned. She found Barton in his small office, still staring at one of the photos. Walking in, Nat closed the door behind her and quickly took a seat at the desk opposite Clint. "Alright, spill," she said flatly.

"What?"

"You have been unusually quiet the last few days, holed up in this office that you never use, and you've done almost nothing except stare at these pictures. There's nothing there, Clint."

"I really want that to be true, Nat. But..."

"But nothing. Just tell me what is going on with you and what is so bothersome in those photos that you won't even talk about it. You know that you can talk to me about anything."

Clint looked up at Natasha, taking in the sincerity and care she tried so hard to show in her eyes. He pushed the picture across his desk to her. "Look. Look close. Tell me what you see."

She glanced at the image in front of her, shaking her head, "I've seen all of them. There's nothing there, Clint," Nat repeated.

"It's not something that's going to stand out. It's not a drawing or an item left behind. Look at the mess, look at the detail, Natasha," he pressed.

Nat sighed and picked up the photo, her eyes scanning it for any small detail she could make sense of. Clint watched her face as she stared at it. Natasha frowned, "There is nothing here, Clint, I don't understand -" she started. Before she could finish, her mouth dropped open slightly, and her eyes went wide.

Clint couldn't help but smirk a little, an 'I told you so' look forming on his features. "Found it, didn't you?"

"It's been years, Barton. It can't be..." Nat trailed off as she shook her head, "This isn't possible."

"Those shapes aren't made by accident, Natasha. It's there for me." Clint sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Nat sat up, leaving the picture on the desk. "So what are you going to do? You know you can't handle this alone."

"That's just it... I don't know what to do," Clint groaned, running his hand through his hair, his mind racing.

"Why not tell Fury? Maybe -"

"Because," he cut her off, "This is my problem."

"Not anymore, it's not," Natasha argued. "Those are S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, S.H.I.E.L.D. academies. This stopped being your problem after that first building was hit, Clint."

"Yeah... Well…" Clint grumbled, knowing Natasha was right. "Look, just don't say anything yet, okay? Give me two more days. If I don't have a plan by then, I'll talk to Fury," he tried to reason.

"Fine. You have forty-eight hours. Then I make it everyone's problem," Nat agreed.

He could tell she wasn't happy about it by how she walked out of the room. "Nat," he called before she could close the office door. She looked back inside briefly. "Thank you," Clint muttered.

She nodded once, closing the door behind her.

The next evening, Clint sat at home wracking his brain to figure out how he would talk to Fury and the rest of the team. At this point, he had no real choice in the matter. He had to tell them something, at least.

There wasn't a single other clue left behind to point Barton to what the assailant's next move might be. There was nothing to say what they were looking for, where they would hit next, or even if they would hit another location. The only thing left for Clint to do was try and come up with a plausible excuse for his lack of response.

Clint stood up from his reclining position on the couch. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Typing out a message for everyone to meet at the tower the next evening, Barton sent it before he could think twice about it. Making his way to the kitchen, he found a glass and poured himself a drink. He sat down, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, staring at the golden liquid before him. How the hell am I going to explain this to everyone?

Taking a sip of his drink, he felt the liquid burning his throat when a soft knock on the door caused him to jump slightly. Looking over at the clock, he noticed it was nearly midnight. He sighed, standing up and walking towards the door. His footsteps echoed loudly in the silence of the night.

Opening the door, he let out a breath of relief to see Natasha standing on the doorstep. He stepped aside, allowing her entry into the living room. Closing the door behind him, Clint turned to watch her walk to the center of the room. "What is so important it couldn't wait?" he asked, almost annoyed.

"We need to talk. Now." Nat looked at him, worry etched on her face, something Clint never saw often from her.

"About? We talked about everything yesterday," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow as he walked back to his drink, trying to sound unimpressed.

"I was going over the files that the assailant took. Only, they weren't taken. They were just copied and then hidden in the systems. The agents' files, Clint. The former agents' files that they took? It's all information on someone specific," Natasha explained.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Natasha paused, thinking about just how she should tell Clint. Finally deciding on just being straightforward, "Clint, it's all information on Laura."

Clint froze mid-step as a sudden wave of dread washed over him. The words hit him like a truck. "No," he muttered. "No, there's nothing on her file anymore. There's nothing -"

"All her past work is still in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database, Barton. It's just the current events since her retirement that S.H.I.E.L.D. kept off the record."

Clint took another step, feeling numb and hollow. His heart thudded painfully in his chest. "You're sure?" he choked out, unable to speak.

Natasha nodded, "Anything with even a mention of her was copied from the different locations. The stuff on other agents was either somehow connected to her or was copied as a shit attempt at a cover.”

"Damn it," Clint cursed, "Fuck. This doesn't make any sense," he mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. There was no denying things now. He had to tell Fury, and the team, everything.

Chapter 4 – Masterlist – Taglist

DA Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Clint awoke with an uneasy feeling. It had been several days since his sister had appeared, and though he was not opposed to her disappearing again, he found it odd.

Arriving at the compound, Natasha greeted Barton and informed him that the rest of the team was waiting in the conference room for his arrival. Following her down a hallway, Barton saw the rest of the group sitting together around the large table as he made his way through the room. Their boss seemed to be the only one missing.

Tony looked up from the packet of papers in his hand as Clint took a seat with everyone else. "Finally," he announced, "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

"Relax, Stark," Fury responded as he joined the team, "This isn't going to be quite as cut and dry as you may hope."

"So, what's going on?" Steve asked.

"Over the last week, several S.H.I.E.L.D. locations along the east coast have been hit. We don't know who or why, and they don't seem to be working in the most logical way possible," Hill explained as she entered the room behind Fury.

"What do you mean?" Natasha questioned.

"Logically speaking, we'd expect whoever is doing this to hit the bases in order of their geographical location. But they seem to bounce all over the map. They hit a location in D.C., then one by the Canadian border, before going south of the first location, only to come back to New York." Hill displayed a map at the front of the room, showing all the locations the various attacks had taken place.

"We don't know what they are looking for, but we think they're targeting specific places," Fury added.

"Are there any clues to point us to someone? Anyone?" Clint spoke up.

"The only thing we can go off of is their ability to hack our systems and mess with the security. Whoever these people are, they've got some pretty advanced tech," Fury said. "They are quick too but don't seem to be in this to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. as a whole," he continued. "They hit one or two rooms inside the building, destroy some things, take the files they intended to, and then leave."

"What do they take?" Steve wondered aloud.

"Files on weapons and technology we have been working on, files on some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents - including former agents - and any information we have on Hydra. Nothing that seems important in the immediate future, but in the wrong hands, it could do some damage," Fury replied.

"You said they destroy things," Clint looked at Fury, "I don't suppose there are any photographs of the damage before the agents cleaned it up, is there?"

"Something you're looking for, Barton?"

"Not exactly, sir. I just thought I could look them over and see if something might have been overlooked, is all," he offered.

"I will get them to you later today," Fury agreed.

"So, what do you want us to do about all this?" Tony asked, finally speaking up again.

"We need you all to be on alert and ready to go if we manage to track down whoever is doing this. For all we know, they could hit here or the tower next," Nick explained.

"How soon can we expect them to strike again?" Steve questioned.

"We can't say for sure, but I would expect another location to be hit in the coming days.”

Everyone nodded. The plan was to keep watch throughout the day, and hopefully, they would catch whoever was responsible within the next few days. With nothing left to talk about, everyone began to disperse.

Clint still had the same uneasy feeling he had felt when he woke up, and it was only growing with the news of these security breaches. He knew it was no use trying to figure anything out with the cloud still hanging over his head, so he decided to go to the archery range. Maybe a distraction would help calm his mind and perhaps even find answers.

As he walked into the room, he saw a couple of trainees honing their skills. He watched as one of the recruits shot three arrows in rapid succession, each landing in the center circle of the target. As he approached the group, a smirk grew on his face, standing beside the recruit.

"Hey, newbie. You're doing great," he praised, patting the recruit on the back, "That was impressive," he added.

The recruit turned to him in shock. "Y-Your Clint Barton?!" she stammered.

"Yeah, I am. Who are you?" Clint tilted his head curiously.

"Natalie. Natalie Smith. Pleased to meet you," she held her hand out and shook Clint's lightly.

"Same here, Natalie. Keep shooting like that, and maybe I can retire soon," he joked, picking up a bow and quiver from the end of the line.

Though Clint hated using equipment that wasn't his, he found himself relaxing a bit with the training session. After a quick challenge between himself and the recruits to test their accuracy, Clint took a breather and watched as they continued practicing, giving pointers when he was asked and correcting anything he saw wrong.

After spending a bit of time at the range, Clint made his way to the small office he had at the compound. He didn’t use it much, mainly because he usually didn't stay long enough to sit down and make himself comfortable. Fury had insisted they each have an office space, though, 'just in case.'

Once he sat down, he noticed someone had been by and dropped the information about the recent attacks on the S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities. Picking up a file folder that sat in the middle of the desk, he began looking over the photos from each location that had been hit so far. The pictures showed rooms in disarray, but nothing necessarily damaged beyond repair. Whoever did this was doing it as a way to let S.H.I.E.L.D. know they had been there. They were sending a message, nothing more.

Clint sighed deeply, shaking his head. He had no idea what he was looking for or if he would even spot anything, but Barton knew he had to try. Something inside of him was telling him to search and that he would know what it was when he saw it.

As he was thumbing through the stack of pictures, he finally noticed something in one of them. It wasn't anything that the person had physically left, like a drawing on the wall or anything. But Clint saw a distinct symbol amongst the debris. Whoever hit the locations laid out the items in the shape on purpose. He picked up the photo, examining it closely, almost as if hoping he was wrong.

Flipping through the rest of the photos in the folder, including the ones he had already checked, he found several others with similar imagery hidden in the chaos. The more pictures he looked at, the quicker he spotted it. Always the same symbol, always subtle - left at the scene, just for him to find.

Chapter 3 – Masterlist – Taglist

DA Chapter 1

Masterlist

Clint arrived home in his S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform after having just returned from his latest mission. He entered the pitch-black house with his quiver on his back and bow in hand. As he crossed the threshold, he felt something was off. Someone was inside his home. He couldn't see them or hear anything, but he knew they were there.

He stood stock-still for several seconds as he tried to figure out just where in the house the intruder may be. Clint didn't appreciate feeling so vulnerable in his own home. He took a deep breath in through his nose, trying to clear his head and focus.

"I know you're in here," he called out to the darkness. Clint waited, listening intently for any sign of life, only to be met with silence. No footsteps, no breathing, nothing. As Clint slowly walked farther into the home, he caught a hint of movement out of his peripheral on his right side. Without hesitation, he reached back with his left hand, grabbed an arrow from his quiver, and fired into the shadows.

The stranger sidestepped the projectile with ease, causing it to lodge in the wall behind them. "You're losing your touch, Hawk."

"I missed? I never miss. I can’t miss," he mumbled to himself, though he never took his eyes from the direction the voice had come from.

"Well, you almost never miss," the stranger quipped.

"How... I... Who are you?" he asked, struggling to make sense of this situation.

"Who am I? The ‘archer who never misses’ can't even remember the one person that can avoid his arrow," the stranger said as they began to step further into the living room.

Clint could now see a faint outline of their form as the person moved into more light. He could make out that they were wearing a black cloak as the edges fluttered softly as the stranger continued to step closer to him. They lowered their hood, and Clint's eyes grew wide at what he saw. A mix of shock, disbelief, and horror flashed across his face before finally settling on apprehension and confusion.

She was beautiful. Her pale face was framed by flowing blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. Her green eyes looked deep into Clint's soul. She was dressed all in black with gold accents. She was gorgeous and yet, dangerous.

"It's been a while, Hawk," she stated, her voice echoing around the quiet room.

"How did you find me?" Clint asked, not moving his gaze from hers.

"All these years... and you're still as predictable as the moon," she said matter of factly.

Her comment caused Clint to scoff. He turned away from her and walked towards the kitchen, flipping the light switch on as he entered. He took the quiver from his back, placing it on a small table along with his bow. "What do you want, Harper Lee?"

She followed him, closing the distance between them. His senses still heightened as she drew closer, and his heart rate increased. He never knew what to expect from her.

"Is this really how it's going to be?” she questioned in the same monotone voice. “What is so wrong with a sister visiting her favorite brother?"

"I'm your only brother," Clint pointed out.

"Exactly," she stated with a smirk. "Which also makes you my favorite.”

"Harp-"

She cut him off. "Do you think that maybe…” she began as she leaned against the table, “After all this time, you could give me the benefit of the doubt?"

Clint rolled his eyes. "Don't get smart with me," he retorted, glaring at her. "We both know that this is a ruse."

"Maybe it is... Maybe it isn't," she shrugged.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. The two siblings stared at each other in silence for several minutes, the tension between them becoming unbearable. Eventually, Clint broke eye contact. "Fine," he conceded, turning on his heel to walk back into the living room.

Harper followed suit, taking off her cloak and draping it over the back of the couch before taking a seat. Clint sat down on a second sofa opposite his sister. They looked at each other for a few moments, silently debating what to say next. Finally, Harper cleared her throat. "So... How, uh, how's Natasha?"

"Really?" Clint asked sarcastically.

"What do you want from me, Hawk?" she snapped.

"I don't know! But some bullshit small talk isn't it!" he fired back. Harper rolled her eyes in response, causing the siblings to sit in silence once again.

Just as Clint was about to say something to break the awkwardness, his phone went off in his pocket. Pulling it out and seeing the name on the screen, he motioned for his sister to stay quiet.

"Hey," he answered.

"Hey, I know you left for the day, but I have some paperwork I need you to look over. Are you home yet?"

"Uh, now's not a good time, Nat. I have some... some unexpected company," he told her.

"Company? Are you okay?" Natasha asked, rightfully concerned.

"Yeah. It's fine. Just not a good time," Clint tried to assure her.

"Who's there?" Nat pressed.

"Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. I just have some company,” he repeated, trying to end the call quickly before Natasha could try to get anything from him. “I'll be at the compound tomorrow. We can talk then."

"Yeah, alright," she agreed.

Clint hung up his phone, setting it aside and turning his attention back to his sister. "So, are you going to tell me why you're here? Or am I just supposed to play into your game like always?"

"Why does it always have to be a fight when we see each other?"

"Because every time we see each other, you have some ulterior motive for being there," Clint complained. “Hell, you even managed to ruin my wedding day.”

"In my defense, she wasn’t right for you, Hawk. Besides, that's not even true," she replied defensively. "The last time we-"

"The last time we saw each other, you shot me, Harley!" he yelled, "Why do you think we haven't seen each other in years? Huh? And now you show up, unannounced, breaking into my house, and you can't even tell me why you're here.”

Harper stayed silent, his tone making it clear that it wasn’t worth her time to try to talk. She stood up, grabbed her cloak, and began walking toward the front door of the home. "You know, you're right, Clint. I shouldn't have come. I don't know what I was thinking or what I had hoped it would accomplish." Harper reached for the handle, turning it slightly and opening the door. "See you later, Hawk," she said quietly before leaving the house.

The events of the night before still played through Barton's mind as he arrived at the compound the following day. Why had his sister made an appearance? And why now?

Natasha had wasted no time tracking Clint down, finding him in one of the training rooms with his quiver and bow. "So... how was your company last night?" she inquired.

"What?" Clint asked in response, not catching onto Natasha's meaning.

"Your... ‘company’?" she clarified.

Clint glanced up at her as if she had just spoken in a foreign language. "Oh. That," Clint replied, finally realizing what she was hinting at. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot as he thought back to the incident. "Nothing too exciting." Natasha raised her eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. He cleared his throat before continuing, "It was just an old friend, Nat. That's all."

Natasha looked confused by his statement. She tilted her head to the side, asking, "What do you mean an 'old friend'?"

"It's no one to worry about. I got it handled."

"If you have it handled, what's that?" she pointed to the target at the other end of the room.

Clint turned to glance at it momentarily. "Just shooting practice," he responded casually.

"Shooting practice?" Natasha repeated skeptically. "You don't miss, Clint. What do you need to practice for?"

"I appreciate the concern, Natasha, but you're not going to get what you're looking for," he scoffed.

"Whatever you say, Barton," Natasha muttered as she turned to leave. "By the way," she added, calling over her shoulder, "You missed the center." She smirked as she shut the door behind her.

Clint remained standing there until he heard the sound of the elevator across the hall opening. He walked over to the target to retrieve the arrows he had shot and noticed that he had indeed missed his mark. Just barely, but it was still off. He sighed deeply, running his hand down his face. I can’t miss. If I miss, it means I’m just another dude with a bow. It means I’ve been fooling myself this whole time. I can’t miss. Why do I let her get to me like this?

Chapter 2 – Masterlist – Taglist @lostinwonderland314​

Dark Angel Masterlist

Harper Lee “Harley” Barton had always been the hunter, but when the tables are turned on her, Harper must put aside her natural instinct of protecting her family through distance by coming out of the shadows and admitting the truth. Will she survive the challenges that lie ahead of her? Or will she fall prey to her own darkness once more?

These will be ongoing for the entire story -

Characters - Clint Barton, Harper Lee Barton (OC), James Barnes, Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Laura Barton, Barton kids

Pairing - None through most, but eventual Bucky x Harley OC

Word Count - TOTAL ~40,034

Warnings - Angst, Fight Scenes (nothing too graphic), Mentions of killings  (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

Read here too!: AO3 - Wattpad - Quotev

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Chapter 16 Chapter 17  Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 20

COMING SOON!!!

Summary: Harper Lee "Harley" Barton had always been the hunter, but when the tables are turned on her, Harper must put aside her natural instinct of protecting her family through distance by coming out of the shadows and admitting the truth. Will she survive the challenges that lie ahead of her? Or will she fall prey to her own darkness once more?

Pairing - hinting/eventual Bucky X Harper (OC)

Marvel Masterlist

Marvel Movies/Marvel Comics/Marvel TV Shows

SERIES/MULTI-PART WORKS::

Finding Home BuckyxOFC *Complete* Double Agent Tony Stark Sister OFC *Complete* Dark Angel Clint Barton Sister OFC/BuckyxOFC *In Progress*

ONESHOTS::

No Pairing

Steve Rogers/Captain America Things I Can’t Say

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier I Hope *Part 2 - in planning* Just Another Night  What I Got

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Thor Odinson

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Loki Laufeyson

Have to reblog for this commentary lol

clint barton’s (goliath-inspired) TIME LOST outfit - MARVEL’S AVENGERS

In Civil War, Team Cap and Team Iron Man are gathering their members, and according to the movie, Clint goes after Wanda. But this time...

Clint Barton had made that fire, knowing it would draw out Vision and give him enough time to talk to Wanda. He was ready to confront him, bringing his special arrows that would deliver an electric shock that could trap Vision in it. As he walked through the compound looking for Wanda, he heard a voice, Wanda, talking to someone else. But that was impossible, no one else should be here, all the intel told him that there was no one in the Avengers compound except Wanda and Vision.

Clint slowed down as a precaution and readied an arrow from his quiver. As he moved slowly through the darkness, he listened intently to hear their conversation.

It was a man's voice, a deep, strong tone and a faint accent that Clint wasn't sure where it belonged.

- Wanda, listen to me, these humans are getting ready to fight each other, They want to kill each other, they want to chain each other, they want to take away your freedom. Today it's just a piece of paper, tomorrow, they will put a collar around your neck and force you to obey them. It's something I've been warning everyone about for years. They blame you for everything my dear, they hate you for this, they want to put you on trial for this. Don't you understand? and for what? All those humans you saved in Lagos don't matter to them, only five dead Wakanda politicians and the whole world is after you. Stark doesn't care about you, Rogers doesn't care about you, one of them wants to imprison you in the house, and the other one just needs you for your power so he can save his childhood friend from the consequences of his own actions.

The man's voice was familiar to Clint, but he couldn't be sure where he had heard it before. From where he was hidden, he couldn't see the man's face or even his figure, But only a small part of Wanda's face. She was completely upset had her head down in a thoughtful somewhat embaresed position, as if she did not dare to look at the man eye. She didn't answer to his previous accusations just one sentence: They are my friends.

The man sighed, as if he had been struck by a sudden pain: "Your friends *a deep pause, as if he didn't know how to continue* want to hand you over to the government. Thay want you to You'll have to answer for saving all those innocent people. They want to put you under house arrest, they want to take away your every freedom of action. They want to blame you for everything that's happened in Lagos. And if you don't cooperate with them and don't bow to their every whim, they'll send you to Raft! Do you know where Raft is? These so called friend will do this to you. This same heroic, honest, ethical, and dedicated team that you are so very proud of.

He said each of these words with a low voice and a passion as if they were the worst kind of insults. And for him, perhaps they were.

- They wouldn't do that. You're paranoid. They would never do that to me. Stark kept me here for my own safety. I know, I'm sure.

She doesn't sound very sure.

At this moment, Vision returned: Wanda, there was a fire in the compound. I wanted to– augh, augh!

Clint couldn't see what was happening, but from the sound of it, it seemed like Vision was in pain. Wanda's anxious voice came: Please don't hurt him! Please. He's the only one I have here. Please! He didn't do anything!

The man said in an authoritative tone, "It's too late, Wanda, make your decision. Come back with me to where you belong, to the people you belong to, or stay here with these humans and their toys and share their fate!"

At this point, Clint decided that hiding was enough, he had waited long enough, it was bad enough to hear that some bastard had come and was questioning the entire Avengers, but he was damned if he was going to let him take Wanda with him.

While he put one of his most powerful arrows in the holster, he came out from behind the wall: "Well, you bastard, I don't know who or what you are, but don't think I'm going to let you come here and threaten this girl. She's like my own daughter, you understand? I adopted her."

When Clint emerged from behind the wall, the man's back was to him. All he could see was a tall, stocky figure with white curly hair that reached down to his shoulders. The Vision was kneeling at the man's feet, trapped in what seemed like an invisible death grip.

Wanda looked at him with a mixture of surprise and fear. But the man didn't move at all, and didn't show the slightest sign of acknowledging for Clint or the weapon that was pointed at him. Instead, in one slow motion, he raised his right hand and made a fist. And all hell broke loose.

Clint's bow was knocked out of his hand, his quiver was ripped from his back, all his knives and hidden weapons were pulled out of their pockets, and Clint was suspended in midair, and then one of his own arrows was wrapped around his neck. At that moment, Clint remembered where he had heard that voice, he didn't need anything else to confirm who this man was. Actions spoke for themselves.

The Master of Magnetism, Erik Magnus Lensherr, Magneto, with all his dignity and awe turned around and stared at Clint with his icy cold blue eyes.

He said in a voice dripping with venom:" If my daughter needs another father, I can find a better one myself."

Clint and Vision simultaneously muttered through clenched teeth: Daughter?

Wanda stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. She glanced at Clint and then at Vision and begged Magneto, "Father, please! Don't do this, they're my friends. Vision helped me a lot after Pietro died and Clint saved my life on Sokovia! FATHER!?

Magneto looked away from Clint and took two steps closer to Wanda, towering over her: "You WILL come with me. You may hate me for it. But I would perfer you live to do so. *Magneto took Wanda's chin in his hand and forced her to look at him, his eyes lost their hard expression and instead filled with pain and sorrow* I lost your brother, I don't want to lose you too. There is no mercy for you among these humans my daughter. Come with me. I am sorry for everything. I love you. Wanda!"

He said her name like a plea.

Wanda looked into her father's sad eyes: "Ich liebe dich auch, Vater." And threw herself into his arms. "But please let my friends go."

Magento slowly nodded and with a small gesture of hus hand he released both Vision and Clint.

Wanda stood there awkwardly next to her father، She looked at Clint and Vision with tearful eyes: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Magneto put a protective arm around her shoulder: "For perfectly valid reasons, Wanda hid her and her brother's relationship with me from all of you, if they, the ones in charge of this contract, find out she's my daughter, they'll make things many times harder for her. You can have your civil war, I couldn't care less, but don't bring my daughter into it. *he glances deeply at Wanda* She's all I have left."

Clint could relate to this. He nodded in agreement. "Okay. Just for Wanda's sake." And he smiled reassuringly.

Wanda returned the smile and looked at her father: "I'm going to get my things."

In less than half an hour, they were both gone. Clint wasn't sure he'd made the right decision, but when he remembered Magneto's tired, pained look, he wondered how he would have acted if one of his children had been in Wanda's place right now. Now the only problem left was to come up with a plausible excuse for the captain to explain Wanda's sudden disappearance without arousing suspicion.

Wow, this was supposed to be really short, but I got carried away. This is the longest fic I've ever written, and I hope it's good. If there are any problems with grammar or terminology, It's because English is not my first language.

Misadventures of Irondad: Avengers! Educate! Pt. 3

Peter: is still completely confused of what is going on.

Stark Tower is now occupied with a sex education seminar featuring a tipsy Tony Stark and Clint Barton, a displeased Steve Rogers, an amused Scott Lang that is poorly explaining the process of how babies are born, Sam and Bucky are now arguing over who is in charge of drawing diagrams on the mark/erase board.

Peter: slowly raising a hand because he feels like he's in school what is going on? Is this supposed to be like some abstinence class?

Sam: staring at Bucky's poorly drawn genitalia and stick figures I don't know, but I know I wouldn't want my 'Johnson' near that thing

Bucky: you think you can do better?! You draw it!

Tony: staring at the many badly drawn pictures oh I got it! It's a dick! It's a big black dick! snaps his fingers with an epiphany BLACK COCK DOWN!!!

Sam: the hell did you just say?

Steve: slowly face palming Peter.....promise us you'll never have sex....

Peter: being a typical teenager and cringes is that what this is about?!!

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Mr. Parker, if you'd like, I can call on a true medical professional

Tony: NOT THE WIZARD!!!!

~20 minutes later~

Stephen: obviously unamused and stalks in this had better be good of why you're calling me, Stark.

Steve: well....you are a medical professional and well....

Stephen: sees the poorly drawn illustrations I may not be THAT kind of medical professional, but it seems I'm the only one mature enough for this sort of situation

Tony: you better not do any of that weird magic stuff to my kid, Wizard

Stephen: I wouldn't dream of harming Peter. It's you that's the thorn in my side. Now, come Peter, come and speak with the adult

Steve: but....I'm an adult....

Clint: that won't even use correct anatomical terms

Steve: well excuse me for being born in the era of class

Tony: snorting watch out everyone, here come the Propersaurus Rex

And that is how Peter underwent 'the talk'

Misadventures of Irondad: Avengers! Educate! Pt. 2

Steve: looking at Clint and Scott as they walk in oh uh....that was poor timing

Tony: ya think you can help us out with something?

Clint: laughing at this rate I should be the kids third dad instead of an uncle. But sure, what is it?

Steve: turning red like an idiot we're trying to give Peter....the talk....

Scott: ha! Oh that's easy to explain!

Steve: I don't like how easy you made that sound.

Clint: how's about we have a round first? Take the edge off?

Peter: uhm....dad? What sort of talk are we having?

F.R.I.D.A.Y: I believe what Mr. Stark and Rogers are trying to explain to you is the actual of_

Steve: NOBODY ASKED YOU F.R.I.D.A.Y!!!

Tony: now holding two big glasses of whiskey don't be like that, Rogie. She'd just trying to help.

Steve: I don't need a computer explaining this to our son, Tony

Scott: well ya know as they say, it takes a village. I've heard that illustrations actually really help with this

Tony: **looking to Steve*** ohhh....i see why now you needed Bucky and Sam. F.R.I.D.A.Y, contact Barnes and Wilson!

Peter: confused as hell what the hell is going on?

Misadventures of Irondad: Avengers! Educate! PT. 1

**Peter Parker has reached that magnificent age where he must listen to 'the talk' about life** Tony: **having been doing some drinking that day to prepare himself for this** Peter, have a seat. Your father and I need to talk to you Peter: **raising a brow because one dad is mildly drunk and the other is a blushing mess** did I do something wrong? Steve: no, son. You haven't done anything wrong_ Tony: **cutting Steve off** yet anyway Peter: uuuhhmmm....okay? So, if I'm not in trouble, what is it? Tony: well Peter, you see...your dad and I love each other very much and_ Steve: **slowly face palming** we can't do this. We're literally missing pieces to the puzzle. Tony: I'll call the other two for back up. **has F.R.I.D.A.Y contact Clint and Scott** Steve: no!!! Not those two!!! Toooonyyyyy..... Peter: uh, dad? What's going on? You seem really embarrassed. Steve: it's a little hard to explain Tony: **laughing** it's not THAT hard Steve: it is when you're missing all the pieces! If you can call on Clint and Scott, I'm calling on Bucky and Sam!!! Tony: the hell is Bucky going to do for this? He doesn't need any part of this Steve: **as Clint and Scott are making their way in** neither do Clint and Scott! But yet, here we are... Clint: hey, that's a bit harsh

Misadventures of Irondad: Four Guys & a Baby

Tony and Steve are new to this whole parenting trope. Neither has ever babysat before much less changed a diaper.

Tony: staring down at Parker and an obviously smelly, poopy diaper how the hell does so much crap come out of this little body?

Steve: I don't know, but you're on diaper duty today. I didn't hardly sleep last night.

Tony: wide eyed I'M NOT TOUCHING THIS!!!

Steve: yyyyyooooouuuuuu wanted a baby, so now yyyyyooooouuuuuu can take care of him.

Tony: Steve....Stevie....I might be a genius, but I don't know the first thing about changing no damn diaper....

~Several moments of uncontrollable gagging later~

Steve: trying to keep down his lunch because new dads usually can't stand the smell of a poopy diaper F.R.I.D.A.Y!!! CALL CLINT AND SCOTT WILL YA?!

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Calling Clint and Scott.

~An amused Clint and slightly confused Scott arrive at the Stark Compound~

Scott: sssoooo....what exactly is it you needed?

Tony: it. Is. Everywhere.

Peter: **still laying on the changing table with a very disapproving glare on his face because his diaper still isn't changed***

Clint: you mean to tell me that good ol' Tony Stark doesn't know how to change a poopy diaper? Oh this is priceless. laughs and starts to work on changing this war zone of a diaper

Scott: of all the things you can make, you never thought of a robot to change the diapers?

Tony: don't question me and my choices....

Clint: okay you two turtle doves, I cleaned up ground zero. Can I go home now, or do you two need a babysitter to babysit you while you try to babysit your own baby?

Tony: eyes narrowing are you mocking me?

Misadventures of Irondad: Clint teaches Peter ASL

Clint: *has in his hearing aids so he can hear but is still using ASL as he talks with an adolescent Peter* this might come in handy one day. I know on the job, my batteries go dead and I can never hear. So maybe if you're ever out and someone is hearing impaired, you can help them too. Peter: *still learning how to move and position his hands correctly* but Uncle Clint, my iron spider suit can do almost all of that for me Clint: yes, but you may not always have that suit. Trust me, ASL is more useful than you think. Tony: I can probably make a translator for that if the event ever arises. Clint: *glares at Tony and flips him the bird* translate that Tony: that position is already taken ~several months later~ Peter is out in the city and there has been a massive attack. A man whom is deaf is terrified and confused as to what is happening. Peter: *using ASL as he talks* it's okay, I am here to help you. I will not hurt you. I can bring you to safety. Clint: *seeing the events unfold on TV smiles proudly to himself* take that Tony. Translate that. That's my boy, Peter. That's my boy.

Misadventures of Irondad: Uncle Clint baby sits

Steve: okay, be sure he eats at 6 o'clock, but no later than 7. He takes his bath at 8:30 and he’s usually in bed by 9.

Clint: Cap, you really need to relax. I’ve got this. We’re going to be best buds, aren’t we Petey? *picks up a toddler Peter Parker*

Tony: Steve will you come on? We’ve got dinner reservations to get to. Clint will be fine. *grabs Steve by the wrist and starts dragging him towards the door*

Steve: you be good to him Peter! Don’t give Clint too much trouble!

Clint: oh don’t worry….we’ll be just fine.

~later that night~

Steve: *drags in a tired and more than slightly drunk Tony* Clint? Clint we’re back little early. What do we owe ya?

Peter: *shoots a spider web and hits Steve right in the face* mother fucker!

Steve: *gasps* PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!!!

Tony: *proudly* that’s my boy

Nick Fury: *coming out of the shadows* you hired Barton….to baby sit this little shit? Barton can barely take care of himself.

Steve: Fury? Uh….why are you here?

Clint: *stuck to a wall covered in webs*

Nick Fury: you’re baby sitter got caught in a sticky situation. Someone had to change the shitty diapers.

Steve: *watching Nick leave* what the actual hell happened….

Clint: can someone unweb me please?!

Misadventures of Irondad: Bath Time

Steve: Alright Peter, it's time for your bath and then bedtime.

Baby Peter: ...... *quickly tries crawling away* 'Uncle' Clint: run Peter run!

Tony: dammit Clint, you're not helping!

Steve: *gasps* Tony! Language! *gets hit in the face by a web*

Baby Peter: *on the roof giggling madly*

Tony: Peter Benjamin Parker. Get your little arachnid butt down here now.

Baby Peter: *sticks his tongue out*

Tony: F. R. I. D. A. Y, deploy the spidey catcher....

Clint: wait, you actually made something like that?....

~later~

The bathroom is a total mess of bubbles, water and spider webs. Tony is exasperated and Steve is somehow stuck to a wall. A naked baby Peter is crawling on the floor as happy as could be.

Clint: so, I'm guessing that went well.

Tony: we never speak of this again

happy birthday james (aka my bf) 😼😼