Clint sighed as he finally made it to the elevator at stark tower, still caked in the dirt and dried blood from today's "assignment", every part of his body ached…how did this happen! His mind took him back to the fight, how did this F*cking happen, looking around Tasha wounded, cap was protecting her as much as he could, stark kept flying over head getting rid of the airborne problem, his Quiver was malfunctioning (thanks Stark!) and all he kept thinking was were the f*uck was Banner!

"Good Evening Agent Barton" J.A.R.V.I.S brought Clint back into the room,

"I wouldn't call it good Jarvis" Clint grumpily stated.

For once Clint had beat the team back to the tower, which never happens…EVER, instantly he's adopting the fighting stance bow and arrow at the ready…. how did he get here first, how did a NY Taxi cab beat stark! His eyes dart to every corner of the room searching for anything…anyone.

He slowly starts to make his rounds of the house when he starts hearing it…. running water…coming from his 'Nest", he looks at the Jarvis panel on his door and sees if he can make sense of any of the mumbo on there, his finger brushes the AI's screen

"How can I help you agent Barton?" Jarvis enquires

SHIT SHIT SHIT Clint curses himself way to be covert Barton..he kicks in the door looking around….nothing there.

"Agent Barton your bath is ready"

Clint slumps down after hearing Jarvis, "I need a vacation Jarvis"

he throws his quiver and bow on the floor and heads into the now steamed up bathroom, "when the fuck did stark add this helpful feature",

he starts to undress readying his body for the heat of the bath, he can never fully relax not in his line of work he thinks as he places his knives by the bath…just incase.

Barton finally slips into the bath the hot water soaking over his entire body, finally he feels every muscle relax , the dirt finally being soaked off and he sighs

"this is the life" he says out loud before plunging under the water to soak his hair and get the dried blood off his face.

He sunk even lower in the bathtub until he was comfortable and for the first time in weeks he finally drifted to sleep.

Suddenly he jumped up grabbing a knife from the tub, groggy he realized that the bath water was ice cold, "it was just a nightmare calm down your back home" he thought to himself as he got out of the tub and draped a towel around his waist. He waltzed up to the mirror checking his bruises and wounds from hours before.

"Jarvis, where is everyone?" he asked trying to not show the fear in his voice. "Searching.."

"some supercomputer" Clint thought, I might as well use google" by the time he made it to the fridge he realized he had been home alone for almost 2 hours, something wasn't right.

"Agent Barton I am unable to track the wear abouts of the team" Jarvis chimed in.

"Fuck where is everyone" he picked up the phone and started to dial when the other line rang…. "Hello" static loudly played in his ear "what the fuck is going on Clint thought" then he heard it….very quiet but he heard it whispers then line went dead, what is going on am I imagining this…am I dead? He pondered.

Clint shook his head trying to expel that thought and grabbed the equipment from earlier from his floor and threw on his S.H.I. sweats and shirt and headed for the door "Jarvis alert me if anyone comes home" he yelled as the elevator doors closed. Some thing just wasn't right.

He grabbed his COM piece out of his pocket and jammed it in his ear, hoping to hear something…anything. All he heard was crackles of nothing and then all of a sudden "Agent B-r-ton com- in,-Ge-t Bar-on" the feed kept breaking up but he knew that voice straight away, "I'm here " he said hoping to get some sort of reply "5th a-d Ma-ison, come to 5th and Madison" finally the com was clearing up and he jumped in the closest cab he could find and headed to where he was told.

The Taxi smelled like vomit and old dog and the driver wouldn't stop asking him questions about the Avengers and Tony Stark "the greatest man alive" Clint just rolled his eyes and kept his eye out for anything suspicious. The taxi came to a halt and he jumped out throwing $50 in the cabbies lap and rushing for the door.

Throwing open the door he had his bow at his side but was ready to use it if he needed too, the room was empty all be it for a pile of beer cans in the centre. Clint walked around quizzically opening the doors of the rooms around him when he felt a arm slip around his waist, tensing up ready to flip who ever it was over his shoulder he grabbed on to the arm with a vice like grip.

"how did you get here so fast Barton, that cabbie must of liked you"

he relaxed, that voice was stirring something in him "Hey what can I say, i'm a very likeable guy' he retorted. He turned around to face the person he was speaking to, those eyes he could get lost in "what is going on boss, where is everyone? Why is Jarvis unable to find everyone? Is Tasha okay?"

Suddenly he was pulled into a hug, the warmth from it made him bury his head in his neck and inhale his scent.

"Barton, all the avengers have been given time off…clearly you didn't get the memo" he chuckled.

"Dammit, I guess ill get to packing and head to the Caribbean," he paused and then started to blush "you wanna come with me Boss? Or are you not included in the time off"

"Barton I'm your handler, I'm supposed to stick to you like glue" he touched Clint's chin and lightly kissed him.

"Well let me say that I'm glad that Fury picked you and not Agent Sitwell", he returned the kiss.

"Lets get out of here Barton" as he said that agent Coulson grabbed the archers hand and walked towards the waiting town car.