Description: Or, The One Time Clint Didn't Have A Retort. After the death of Phil Coulson, the Avengers thought they would never heal properly. However, they get a shock bigger than one Loki could ever dream up, Clint and Natasha more than anything: Phil had a daughter. Clint/OC, some Bruce/Tony, some Hill/Steve. Loki doesn't make an appearance, sorry.

Rating: M, for strong language.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, and I got my inspiration from the song Time Machine, by The Click Five. I somehow connected this story to that song by thinking, "What if Jeremy Renner sang this song? What would it sound like?" Then this annoying idea popped into my head, and would not leave 'til I got it down. Thus, Shock was born! It's not beta-ed, and it will get fluffy, but no smut! I'm not ready for that yet. Please be warned: there might be quite a bit of grammar mistakes, so please point those out for me, so I can fix them. Well, I hope you enjoy it, and this would be my first fanfic on here, so please try to keep the flames to a minimum. As always, constructive criticism is highly valued and welcome! :)

Clint yawned. This meeting had to be one of the most boring meetings in the history of all meetings, ever. Well, next to the one after Budapest. He glanced over at his fellow Avengers, and was happy to see he wasn't the only one who was bored out of their minds. Stark and Bruce seemed to be gazing at each other, with Natasha looking amusedly at them. Steve looked to be falling asleep, and behind him Agent Hill wasn't looking much better. Thor was completely zoned out, the poor guy. Clint yawned again, and hoped that Fury would hurry the fuck up with this.

Suddenly, a muffled yelling could be heard from outside in the corridor, and it steadily got louder and louder. The door burst open so hard it bounced off the wall. A brunet woman in her mid-twenties/early-thirties strode furiously into the room.

She stalked up to Stark and whacked him upside the head, hard. Clint heard the smack from across the table, and he winced. Then he tuned in to what she was yelling. "How DARE you! Why the fucking HELL did you just waltz into my lab with all of the weapons, and just TAKE IT?" she screeched, waving her arms around. "Hold on, Lydia. Took what?" Agent Hill asked calmly. The woman-Lydia-took a deep breath. "He took Agent Barton's bow. I was fixing it, since it had a frayed string, and I was making some improvements as well. This jerk," she threw a dirty look at Stark "just took it, saying some crap about, 'needing to take it to the professionals'. I am a professional, damn it! I've been working with S.H.I.L.D weapons since the day I got here!"

Clint was surprised. So this was the scientist who worked on his bow. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, but seeing as it's my bow, I think I should decide who works on it." He pretended to consider, then walked over to Lydia. "Miss-er, Lydia- I would be honored if you would continue to work on my bow. You have always done a bang-up job, even when I bang it up nearly beyond repair. I have a feeling you could fix anything." He gave a dramatic bow, and winked. Lydia, however, looked unimpressed. "Yeah, I'll do that," she said tersely. She turned to Stark. "That bow better be on my worktable exactly how I left it, or I will hunt you down. Clear?" At Stark's nod, she turned on her heel and left.

Natasha let out a barking laugh. "I like her." At Stark's furious look, she laughed again. "Any woman who can hit you and resist Barton's charms is friend-worthy in my book." She sat back, looking amused. Clint was dumbfounded. He'd lost count of how many women he had got into his bead with that wink. "Who was that girl?" he asked Fury. Fury looked hesitant to answer. "That's classified." The Avengers looked at him. He sighed, and said resignedly, "That is Lydia Coulson, Agent Coulson's daughter. After she heard about her father's death, she immediately requested to be transferred to the weapons division. She'd been a minor scientist before. A warning: unless you want your ass ripped open, do not mention her father." With that, Fury left the room. The Avengers looked at each other, too shocked to speak. Unsurprisingly, Stark was the first to break the silence. "Phil had a kid?"

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Lydia grumbled under her breath. She absolutely hated when people messed with her stuff, 'specially stuff that was in the process of being fixed. She swiped her card to get into the lab, and her anger was slightly abated when she saw Barton's bow on her worktable. Her thoughts turned to the agent. He was roguishly handsome, well-muscled, and an obvious flirt. He made her stomach do weird things that were not entirely unwelcome, if she was honest with herself. However, she had no time to be dwelling his on ridiculous good looks. She went to work on the bow. The sooner she could get done, the better.

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"All Avengers, please report to the main control room. All Avengers, please report to the main control room." The mechanical voice faded, and each and every one of the Avengers groaned. As soon as they were gathered, Fury entered with Hill and, surprisingly, Lydia, who was carrying a big box. Steve immediately stood and helped her set it on the table. She smiled her thanks, and then began to rifle through it. Fury explained that each of their weapons had been taken to her lab and modified to better suit their needs. Then he sat back and gave Lydia the floor. "So!" she said cheerily, clapping her hands. "Who's first?"

Steve stood up. She smiled and produced his shield from her box. "I polished it and worked out any kinks, and I also tightened the arm straps slightly, so it wouldn't slip around, but it will still slide on like a glove." She handed it to him, and he examined it closely.

She pulled out two handguns next. "For Agent Romanoff, these are two highly-modified handguns, fit perfectly for your grip as well. They carry twice the amount of ammo, but weigh no more than your guns do now." She passed them to Natasha, who placed them in her holsters.

A pair of pants was next. "For Dr. Banner, super stretchy pants that will immediately conform to any shape you happen to be in at that time. If they rip, just bring them to me and I'll fix them up. I couldn't decide between black or purple, so I went with purple." She added with a smile. Bruce chuckled, and thanked her.

Stark's Iron Man mask was next. "I asked Pepper to bring it to me, and all I did was polish it, and fix one of the eyes." Stark nodded and took the mask.

Finally, Clint's bow made an appearance. "Now, I must say, I had fun playing with this. I fixed the string, replaced it with super strong, super stretchy cable that won't break unless you use it to lift a car, which, by the way, I will kill you if you do, 'cause this stuff is NOT easy to come by, replaced the metal with titanium alloy, which will never rust, coated the whole thing with a protective sheen that will help it resist acid, and then had enormous fun testing it out on my idiotic lab assistant." She grinned, handing it to him. He grinned back, nodding his thanks. With that, the Avengers stood, thanked Lydia, and filed out. Clint hesitated, and said, "Lydia? Um, I just wanted to say thanks for fixing my bow for me, and…your dad was a great guy. I know you don't like to talk about it, but he was the best handler I've ever had, and I considered him a great friend." He waited anxiously for her reaction. He really hoped she didn't kill him before he got a chance to try out his new bow. Lydia slowly turned around. Her face was unreadable. "…Thank you, Agent Barton. That…means a lot. He talked about you all the time. All good, don't worry." She said, seeing his face. He nodded and risked a small smile. She smiled back, to his relief. "Well, I gotta go try this out on the lesser agents," he said cheerily. Her smile turned into a full-blown grin. "Have fun with that!" she teased. "Oh, I will," he said.

A/N: Well, this is it for now. I'll wait to see the comments, to see if I should continue this or not. Hope you enjoyed it! :)