Prologue-

Hello all. So this idea came to me today and I couldn't resist typing it up. What you need to know: this is the movie-verse (with Andrew Garfield as Spiderman) and takes place after Age of Ultron by maybe half a month to a month.

Cover image is mine. Please don't take unless you let me know. ;)

#PietroLives is totally supported, so that'll be in here.

This's my first Avengers Fic, so let's see how this goes, haha.

Anyways, shall we?

Oh, btw:

Italics = POV character thinking

/Words/ = Someone else communicating via telepathy

(Credit for that system goes to Eboni, because she's the first person I saw use it)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel characters or setting. :'( I haven't seen any other story like this, so I take credit for the idea. ;)

Clint Barton

When Clint first joined the Avengers, like any other normal human being, he thought the worst part of being a hero was going to be the constant stress of fighting. Man was he wrong. As he had discovered, early mornings were killer. His wakeup call had a vast range of no sleep at all to 5 AM (and that was only if Laura allowed it).

He mentally cursed. So now, here I am, called at some early-ass time in the morning to meet at Avengers tower. The Great Archer jabbed one of the controls on the Quinjet and grumbled as the thrusters powered up.

Clint had technically been contacted at 11:30 yesterday night, but it was a four to six hour drive at least to get from his farm to the New Avengers Mansion (where he was visiting quite often nowadays), much less Avengers Tower. On top of that, he was confident that a recently un-pregnant Laura had eaten all of his Oreos, so he didn't have his daily Oreo-boost. The Archer flipped the 'Communications' switch on the panel laid out before him and watched as a live video feed appeared on a small screen on the console. It rung for a second before beeping, a signal that the call was accepted.

"I think I might retire," he announced.

"You wouldn't last a minute retired," Wanda replied as her face formed on the screen.

"You're right, where would I be without my skintight Avengers uniform, and Steve barking orders into my ear every minute?" Clint scoffed back, with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh please, you love them," retorted the Sokovian with a playful smile.

"Wait, what time is it? You sleep okay? Did the call wake you up? Sorry bad idea on my part." Clint rambled, concern etching into his features as he subconsciously flicked a few more controls.

"I am fine," the little sorceress assured. "Back in Sokovia, Pietro and I would wake up at this time every day, sometimes earlier," Wanda explained. "I'm used to it." She said, as if recalling a fond memory.

"Alright…" replied Clint uneasily. His eyebrows furrowed suddenly, "I've been gone, what? Five minutes?" Clint scolded as he caught sight of Pietro limping into the kitchen behind Wanda, attempting to be sneaky. "Hey, you white haired bastard! You're supposed to be in bed! And resti—Hold on! Are those my Oreos?! Those better not be my Oreos, you brat!" Clint accused, tapping digital Pietro crossly.

"Lay off, Old Man!" the reply came through a mouthful of cookies. "I am just stretching my legs!"

"Pietro!" Wanda said with a frustrated tone, realizing her brother's presence. "Motănel! You must return to bed!"

Pietro threw his hands into the air, "God! Can't I do anything?! What is this?! Prison?!"

Clint's tenseness eased and he chuckled as the male twin left the room (with the cookies in hand, Clint noticed). "Looks like he's doing better." He chimed with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Mm," Wanda muttered with a frown. "I suppose. He pretends to be fine, at least. He'll act all tough when you're here, but he was hurting last night." She paused and an ache pulsed in Clint's chest. "It was bad, Clint. Nightmares, flashbacks, physical pain."

"The whole load, huh?" Clint sighed. Wanda nodded sadly. "I'll stop by Cho, after I see what Steve wants, see what she's got for him. Sound good?" he offered with a small smile.

"Yes," she returned. A beat of silence. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, kid." Clint flipped another switch as he hit a bit of turbulence.

"What do you think the Captain wants?" inquired Wanda in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit more.

"Dunno. Probably something boring. Patrol or some shit like that," shrugged the Archer as he gazed out into the sky.

Wanda smiled at that, "Hopefully it's a bit more exciting then you make it out to—"

"Good morning you two," came a new voice. Clint grinned like an idiot as Laura appeared behind the sofa Wanda sat on. His wife bent over and pressed a kiss to Wanda's head. Wanda still seemed a bit off with physical contact, but Clint could see she was getting better with it. Laura stayed bent over, propping the upper half of her body up on her elbows, a gentle smile on her face.

"Good morning, Miss Barton," Wanda answered, looking over her shoulder and Laura.

"Wanda, how many times am I going to have to tell you? You can call me Laura, its okay," Laura said gently, squeezing Wanda's shoulder lightly.

"Right, apologies Mi—Laura," the Sokovian corrected quickly, an embarrassed red appearing on her cheeks.

"And how 'bout you, husband?" asked Laura as she looked at the camera, straight at Clint. "No good mornings?"

Clint smiled at his wife playfully, "Right, right, sorry." He adjusted the coordinates so he was pointing in the right direction, "Good morning hon—"

"Oh no, you have to call me 'Miss Barton'," Laura stated with fake authority.

Wanda laughed and Clint played along. "Alright, Miss Barton, you have any idea how Pietro found out where the Oreos were?" he asked cheerfully.

"I had nothing to do with that," Laura said with a sly smile. She winked at Wanda and Wanda stifled another laugh.

"Uh huh, sure."

"Well, I've got about two hours before Cooper, Lila and Nathan are up and moving, I'm going to go read a book and enjoy the quiet," his wife announced. "I'll see you later, love you." She gave a small wave.

"Bye. Have fun," nodded Clint with a smile.

"And I am going to go check on Pietro," Wanda added as soon as Laura left. "He's probably forgotten to take his medicine." She sighed worriedly.

"Or avoided it," Clint agreed. "You should try that crap. Pain meds taste like horse shit."

"I'll take your word," she scooted forwards, reaching for the tablet she was using to speak with him. "Oh, and I will let Cooper and Lila know you said hello."

"Thanks, let me know if there's anything else you need," Clint thanked; he sighed contentedly as the Wanda nodded and the screen went black.

He looked up to see New Avengers Mansion on the edge of the horizon. It didn't take long before the Mansion was just below him and he was lowering the Quinjet onto the rooftop landing pad.

He was welcomed by the entire Avengers team (Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Thor), Steve standing point.

"Hola," Clint greeted as he walked down the ramp, bow in hand.

"Barton," Stark said. He wasn't wearing his usual Iron Man Armor, apparently feeling it necessary to dress in a suit today.

"Hawkeye," Steve replied, giving him a firm handshake.

"Agent Barton," Bruce gave a laid back smile (although, Clint wouldn't expect—and or want—much else from him).

"Friend Barton!" Thor cheered, slapping him on the back. Clint cringed, releasing a breath.

"So what's the deal, why'd you call us here?" he croaked as the team entered the building and began down a long corridor.

"Well, if you'd been on time, you'd know," Tony prodded, a smug look on his face.

"Yea well I don't live five minutes away, like some of you do," Clint replied pointedly.

"Excuses, excuses," chided the billionaire.

"Lay off, Stark," Natasha interrupted, "It's not like you were much better. You were technically late too."

"Yea, but not as late as him," Tony retorted, gesturing a hand at Clint.

"Can we focus on the point?" Bruce asked curiously. "Like Clint said earlier, is there a reason we're here?"

"Don't worry, we're almost there," Steve replied, typing in a four digit code into a keypad.

"You know what I still don't get?" Tony rambled. "Why can JARV—the Vision hold Mule-near?"

"Mjolnir," Thor corrected with a hearty laugh. "I do believe he is worthy. I thought I the only one, but apparently there is another."

"But that doesn't make any sense. It's science. If he can hold it then—oh! I've got it!" Stark suddenly shouted. The team went on alert at the loud noise, all eyes going to Tony. "It—the hammer—it's got a DNA identification scanner. Your lighting brought the Vision to life, as you were on top of the Cradle, mind you!" he said, waving his hands about and shoving a finger at Natasha's face to make a point. "I bet your DNA was transmitted into the Cradle, giving Vision a piece—be it a very small piece—of your DNA, so he can hold the hammer." He threw his hands in the air, as if to say 'There. Beat that.'

"While that is a most intelligent idea," concluded the Asgardian, the rest of the team watching in interest. "I fail to see how my DNA travelled through the lightning."

"Oh and we checked," Natasha pointed out with a smirk. "Vision doesn't have DNA. His cell tissue is made of Vibranium and prosthetic skin."

"Shit," Tony bit out under his breath.

"Nice try, Stark," Steve chuckled. "Oh, it's up here." He said suddenly.

Clint looked up to see a large window dead ahead of them. The window pane separated the hallway from another room. It appeared to be some sort of lounge area for the New Avengers. The Vision sat on one of the three couched placed in sort of a three sided rectangle, the forth side being a flat screen. The AI was chatting with Rhodey—or War Machine, as Tony had said. Sam—Falcon—was mildly talking with the two, but he Clint's hawk eyes caught him peering over the Vision's shoulder.

Clint drew his eyes over to where Sam was looking and spotted a kid—maybe Wanda, Pietro's age—perched on the wall. He peered out a close by window, looking deep in thought. The hood on his dark gray hoodie was drawn up, but Clint could easily spot brown hair.

"Who is that?" Bruce asked curiously.

"And what mystic arts does he possess?" demanded Thor as he eyed up the teen's position on the wall.

"Everyone," Steve announced. "Meet Spider-man of Queens, New York. Meet Peter Parker."

Okay, so this was basically just an introduction, more interesting scenes will take place next chapter. Trust me. ;)

Motănel = "Small Male Kitten" in Romanian XD

I PROMISE: Pietro will be a large character in this story, sorry he wasn't in this chapter much. And Peter will definitely be important.

Let me know what you thought of this little trial. Reviews, feedback and PMs much appreciated. ;)

-AsgardianGrizzly