My name is Hannah.

Hannah J. Barton.

And this is my story.

It all started like a normal Saturday. I woke up early to have the t.v. even though there was no one to share it with. I've been alone for almost a year now after my parents disappeared on a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to move, the only ones who knew where Agent Coulson, Nick Fury, and my uncle. I don't mind though, I like having Phil here. It's good to talk to someone every once in a while, though I usually keep to myself.

Dad always said I had too much of my Uncle in me.

I looked up when I heard a knock at the door, probably just Phil.

"It's open!" I called. And sure enough, the special Agent walked in with a bag in his left hand. That caught my eye. Phil's always felt sorry for me the day my parents disappeared, so he buys me things he knows I'll like. Weird? Maybe a little but I'm not complaining.

"What's that you got Phil?" I pointed to the bag. Which just so happen to have the Hot Topic logo on it.

He didn't..

The suit wearing man grinned at me. "Just a special something for a special girl's special day," He said pulling out a brand new pair of blue jeans, striped hoodie, and a t-shirt that looked like it had blood splattered on it.

He did!

I was off the couch in an instant, running at him and throwing my arms around him in a big hug. He ALWAYS remember my birthday! He was like my new dad..in a way.

"Oh my god, Phil! You're so awesome!" I took the bag from him and sat on the floor in front of him and continued to dig through it.

Yeah I sometimes did things without thinking. So what? Sue me.

I heard him chuckle and he squatted down next to me. "I thought you could use something to cheer you up."

I stopped my treasure hunt and slowly looked at him, he had that look in his eyes. That same look when he told me my parent's were gone.

"Phil...what happened?" I stood up slowly, looking at him as he did the same and sighed.

"Nothing..so far. But you're Uncle has now disappeared. Hannah I'm sorry, but under the coart of law since you have no other relative, I am removing you from the premisis."

My eyes widened is horror. "Y-you're kicking me out of my own house?" I was shaking in disbelief. This couldn't be happening! Where the hell was my uncle? He can't be gone too...

"No..Phil you're lying! Stop saying that!" Hot tears poured down my cheeks as I pounded my fists on his chest. He caught my wrists and held them firmly.

I sobbed into his shirt as my whole world came crashing down. He let go of my wirsts and held me, my own arms wrapping around him.

"I'm sorry Hannah. I really don't want to."

"Agent Coulson, do you have Hannah?" I heard Nick's voice over the walkie talkie as Phil walked me to the car, my suitcase in hand.

"Yes sir. It took longer than expected due to the news." He glanced at me before putting my things in the trunk and unlocking the passenger side door for me. The other line was quiet for a minute and Phil had to make sure Fury was still there. He was.

"I understand, bring her back to base as quickly as you can."

"Yes sir." Agent Coulson switched off the devise and started the engine, looking back at me but I wasn't looking at him. I was turned away, looking out the window at the house that I had grown up in.

The car gave a lurch as he backed our of the drive away and pulled out into the road.

"Don't worry Hannah, you'll find your Uncle and you'll be back here before you know it."

I still didn't say anything, I didn't want to. Although I was known for being quiet, I talked whenever he was around. But for now I just stared at the trees and houses passing us by as I got farther and farther away from home.

The drive to the airport was normally short, but this one seemed to drag on. I got on a jet and was off on my 13 hour flight to S.H.I.E.L.D's helicarrer, I was alseep most of the time, I didn't want to watch as I left.

Finally that damn flight is over. Oh look, it's Phil again..how'd he get here so fast? Oh well. The ride to S.H.I.E.L.D was longer than I thought, even longer because I couldn't fall back asleep. But once we got there, it was vagely how I remember.

Another agent took my bags while Phil led me to Director Fury. The one eyed man looked at me the entire time he talked to Coulson. I didn't look at him though. I just kept my gaze to the floor. I didn't catch what they were talking but soon a woman took my hand and was leading me down a few hallways before stopping at a door that had the words C. BARTON on it.

"This was your Uncle's room. Director Fury thought you'd like to stay in it for now." She punched in the code and the door slid open, revealing my Uncle's living pace. It resembled his personality perfectly. It wasn't too big, a bed and desk, plus another door that led to probably a bathroom, plus a shelf to hang his bow. Simple and Secluded. Yup, just like Uncle Clint.

"Thank you," I say softly before stepping into the room. The woman nodded and walked away, the door closing as she left.

I took a breath. The air smelled strangely like Uncle Clint.

I crawled up onto the bed and curled into a ball as tears blurred my vision again.

I hiccuped sadly as I cried. Everyone I loved was gone. Mom and Dad were probably dead. And Uncle Clint...

Uncle Clint..I closed my eyes as I ran through the memories.

I smiled when I remembered my uncle took me hunting one time. He shot a 9 point buck through the eye easily while I was only able to shoot a rock and occasional tree branch. I was never as good with a bow as he was.

Before I knew it I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, I was still in Uncle Clint's room, but something felt different.

I strained my ears and I heard the soft hum of an engine. Were we in the sky? Oh right..the Helicarrier. I smiled again as I remember my Uncle talking about it. Weird how my uncle was closer to me than my parents. They were always away..you can't blame me for becoming attached to Hawkeye.

I slipped off the bed and walked out. Although I would rather stay in his room till Clint got back, I can't do small spaces. Or Spiders. Sue me I'm claustraphobic.

As I got closer to the main room, I heard talking, numerous voices.

"He killed 80 people in two days.."

"...He's adopted."

Who was talking? Who killed who? Was Uncle Clint one of those 80 people?

As I walked into the main room, I was greeted by whom I could only presume were 'The Avengers.' Some secret group of soldiers Hawk was part of I guess.

"Hey, uhh..who's kid is that?" I looked over at a man with spiked brown hair and for some reason a glowing blue..thing in his chest. Tony Stark. Iron Man, Genius, Playboy fanantic...

"Ahem..Tony this is Hannah Barton. She's Clint's neice." Red haired woman. Natasha Romanof. A.K.A. The Black Widow. Her name gave me shivers. What was with her and spiders seriously?

It was that point Director Fury decided to cut in. "She's here under coart of law. Agent Barton was her only known relative and since he is..elsewhere..we are protecting her until he is found."

Elsewhere. He was just trying to not say Missing. Just like mom and dad.

I sat in an empty chair next to a man with wavy blonde hair wearing a blue hoodie. Steve Rodgers. Captain America. The man out of time.

"I'm really sorry about your Uncle, Hannah. I know what it's like." I looked at him. My blue/grey eyes catching his own sky blue ones. I allowed the smile to cross my face before nodding my thanks.

"I'm going to guess she's mute?" I heard Tony say. I gave him an odd look while he got a glare from Fury. No obviously I wasn't mute, I just chose to not talk is all.

The debriefing in the main room took forever. And I somehow managed to stay quiet the entire time. Tony probably still thinks I'm mute, but I could care less.

I walked back down the halls to Uncle Clint's room, the door sliding open instantly for me. I didn't bother changing into my pajamas as I crawled under the covers and turned out the light. There really wasn't a point.

An entire 24 hours of being completely and totally alone in the world...

Worst. Birthday. Ever.