A/N: The only thing that is mine is my OC.

I have been working on this story for so long I can't remember when I started it. I hope you like it. This is part one of I don't know how many (because they keep making movies). This is complete up to Civil War. Each part will follow a movie fairly closely. If you don't like that, then this might not be for you. But I hope you will give it a try. I will do my best to post one chapter a week.

Luke Shylow ran around the small apartment trying to grab all the papers he could find. His heart was pounding in his ears.

"They will be here soon. We have to go." He called his wife in the other room. Rose was grabbing clothes for them and their daughter. Luke shoved another stack of papers into his bag. Why had they taken this job? He could still be an unknown professor and Rose a famous musician.

"Daddy where are we going." Luke stopped looking at the door. Jennifer stood in the doorway her blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cape. Luke gave the best smile trying to hide his fear from his daughter.

"We are going away for a little while Dream." Luke tried to reassure the five-year-old, but his shaky voice only made her green eyes grow larger. He turned back to his work not being able to look at her any longer.

"Why?" She asked walking into the room. Luke closed his eyes for a moment.

"Because Daddy and Mommy work for people who keep secrets and today, I found a big one." He zipped up the bag just as Jennifer placed her hand on his arm.

"I…I can keep secrets," Jennifer said. "Tommy took an extra cookie at school yesterday." Her eyes flashed at the apparent secret she had shared. Luke opened his mouth to say something when a scream filled the air. He didn't think he grabbed his daughter. Jennifer was shaking. Her mouth clamped shut trying to fight back the tears. Luke shoved the shaking child under the bed saying a small prayer that they wouldn't find her. Reaching into his waistband, he grabbed his gun before heading out of the room.

One year later….

Clint made his way down the dark hall. This base was huge to think that S.H.I.E.L.D. had never noticed it before today. This being his first mission as team leader he did his best to hold back the nerves that were building. He could hear his men clearing rooms as they went. There was still no sign of the people that occupied this place. He came to a large metal door with a lock on it. He motioned for one of the agents to open it before entering. It was a small room with only one low hanging light that barely lit the center of the room. Clint scanned the corners spotting a small form. Taking a step closer he realized it was a little girl. Her black hair flopped in front of her face. Clint motioned the others to stay back as he crouched before the little girl. She slowly lifted her head revealing deep blue eyes staring back at him.

"I'm Clint." His voice caused her to flinch slightly. He tried smiling, but that didn't stop her from pulling further into a ball. Her eyes scanned him there was something about her eyes. They seemed to be unnaturally blue. "What is your name." He asked sitting on the floor in front of her.

"Base is clear. From what we can tell she's the daughter of those missing agents from last year." The report came over the coms. "Barton there is a lab with a file that has a name on it. From the looks of it whoever was here has been running tests on her. Sir, it looks bad." Clint closed his eyes for a moment needing to prosses the information. Then opened then turning his attention back to the girl.

"Is your name Jennifer Shylow." Clint's words caused a flash of surprise to cross her face. She gave a small nod. "How about we get out of here." He said to her standing up. Clint remembered when news about her parents came out. Everyone assumed that they were all dead. She moved to get up but was stopped by a set of chains around her wrist. Clint took a step toward her causing her to retreat further into the corner. He held up his hands pulling back slightly giving her space.

"I'm not going to hurt you I just want to take those off." She again didn't say anything, but Clint felt she had permitted him to get closer. He quickly unlocked them revealing bloody wrists where they had cut into them. Clint turned back to the agents waiting at the entrance of the room.

"Rumlow hand me something to bandage her wrists." Rumlow who had joined them past over some cloth. Clint wrapped them then stood back up.

"Alright, Jennifer lets go see the world." He saw the corner of her cheek twitch before they headed out the door.

17 years later