A/N. Hello, everyone! Welcome to my Civil War snippets. I absolutely LOVED the movie, but there were a lot of moments that I wanted to see that weren't in the film. What happened to Pepperony? What happened between AoU and CW with Vision and Wanda? Where did Natasha go? Etc. So this is where I will explore those characters and those situations teased in the film. Please enjoy :D

Disclaimer - I don't own anything

Who's strong and brave here to save the American way?

Clint jumped in surprise, dropping the screwdriver onto his other hand. "Ow! Fuck!"

Who vows to fight like a man for what's right night and day?

He scrambled for the phone, wildly shaking his left hand in an attempt to cool the burning pain in his knuckles. The device clattered off the table and onto the floor.

Who will campaign door-to-door for America?

He dove after it, dropping to his hands and knees. Shit. Where'd it go?

Carry the flag shore to shore for America?

From Hoboken to Spokane!

There! He grabbed it.

It's the-

"Hey, Cap. What's up?" He asked, standing and brushing himself off.

"Hi, Clint. How's Laura and the kids?"

Clint knew immediately that was something was off. Steve's voice was cautiously casual. "They're fine. What's wrong?"

There was a pause in which Steve was probably mulling over whether or not he should even bother trying to deny it. Finally, a sigh came over the phone "You know I wouldn't ask this of you if it weren't important."

"Aw, man!" Clint dropped the screws he was still holding from before onto the table. Some of them rolled over the edge. He couldn't bring himself to care. "Steve, I'm retired. I know you don't understand the concept of that word since you've never taken a break in your life-"

"Not true."

"- but it means that you can't call me on missions anymore. I've spent enough time away from my family as it is."

Steve sighed again. "I get it, Clint. I do." Steve remained undeterred at Clint's snort of disbelief. "But we need your help."

Clint saw where he was going with this. "Don't. Don't you dare pull that card-"

"And we're your family too."

"God damn it!" Clint fell into his office chair as if fainting from the sheer irritation "You're evil," he grumbled.

He could almost hear the shit-eating grin on the other end. "That's debateable." Then things turned serious again. "Clint, the government wants the Avengers to work under a governing body."

That was not the kind of thing he was expecting from this call. "What? Did they not see how SHIELD turned out?"

"General Ross is promising that it was a one-time thing and blames it all on Hydra."

"Wait, General Ross? As in 'guy-who-chased-Bruce-for-years-and-nearly-killed-him' General Ross?"

"That's the one."

"What the fuck?"

"President Ellis has made him the new Secretary of State."

"What. The. Fuck."

"I know. But that's not the worst of it."

Clint threw his back, scrubbing a hand down his face. "I'm beginning to see why you called." When Steve didn't continue, Clint lifted his head. "Hello?"

"I'm still here." He hesitated. Steve never hesitated. "Ross and Tony are working together."

"What?!"

"For what it's worth, Tony really is trying to do the right thing."

"Because him doing the right thing always turns out so great."

"The important part is that he's trying. After Ultron… he's carrying a lot of guilt. He and Pepper split. Things aren't going well for him and all he wants to do is make it better. But he's going about it the wrong way."

"I'll say."

"He believes that giving the Avengers oversight will prevent disasters like Ultron from happening again."

"Well I have to say that I disagree."

There was a smile in Steve's voice. "I was hoping you'd say that. But there's more."

Clint sighed, resigned to his fate. Laura was going to be upset, but she'd understand – which somehow made the whole thing worse. He started rubbing at his temples. These guys were going to give him grey hairs. "Lay it on me."

"In addition to controlling the Avengers' every move, the government also wants to register every enhanced in the country and put them on a list."

"A list?" That didn't sound good.

"It's a record of all the enhanced so that they can 'take precautions'."

It suddenly dawned on him why Steve was really calling. "Wanda."

"Tony's got her locked up at the base. Vision's her guard dog."

"Locked up?" Confusion laced his brows together. Wanda was too powerful to be kept in a cage. He'd like to see Tony try.

Steve sighed. "It's complicated. Something happened on a mission. People died. Wanda feels guilty. I have a hunch she's staying there of her own free will, but there's no way that's good for her. She needs to see that she's not someone to be feared and she needs to be able to show others that."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"Vision will see me coming a mile away. I need someone who knows his way around the base to infiltrate it and get Wanda out of there."

Clint cared about Wanda. He really did. But he still didn't see why he, specifically, was needed for this mission. "Can't one of the other Avengers do it? What about Nat?" Several beats of silence followed his question during which a herd of elephants trampled through the living room upstairs. Clint pressed the phone to his shoulder and tilted his head upward. "Hey, settle down up there! Daddy's on the phone!" He vaguely heard Laura's chastising voice from upstairs before replacing the phone by his ear. "Sorry."

"Natasha agrees with Tony."

That caught him off guard. "She does?"

"She knows we made a lot of mistakes, caused a lot of destruction. Lost people along the way."

"She can't expect us to save everyone every time. It's logistically impossible."

"Maybe. But it's something to strive for. The Sokovia Accords – that's what they're calling it – have split the team right down the middle. People are taking sides."

"And she sided with Stark?"

"She's fighting for what she believes is right. And I'm proud of her for that."

"Let me talk to her. I'll talk some sense into her."

"No, Clint. She's made up her mind. I need you to talk to Wanda."

"You said there are other people on your side, right? Get one of them to get her out and then I'll talk to her."

"Like I said earlier: Vision will be expecting us. He knows who agrees with me and which of us is most likely to come for her. But he won't expect you."

Clint frowned. "Are you sure about that?"

"No. But Wanda will listen to you. She doesn't deserve to be treated like this. It's internment. She needs you."

He sighed again, kicking his legs up onto the desk, where the closet door he'd been trying to fix still lay. "How long's she been there?"

"About a day."

"And who else is there?"

"No one that I know of. It's getting dark over there. The workers should be leaving. It should be just the two of them. I… don't think the rest of us will be coming back."

Clint sensed the sadness in that statement. "Who's on whose side?"

"Natasha, Vision, and Rhodey are with Tony. Sam's with me. He said he knows a guy so maybe one more. And you, I assume."

"You assume correctly. And once I get Wanda, we'll probably have her." He paused. "You know, taking sides usually means that those two sides are gonna clash one day."

"I know. But there's something else."

"What is it?"

"Bucky may be on our side."

It took Clint a second for the words to register. "Bucky? As in the Winter Soldier? As in ex-Hydra assassin? As in brainwashed ex-Hydra assassin?"

"As in my best friend? Yes, Clint. That Bucky."

"So you finally found him? And he's free?"

"Long story. Get Wanda and I'll tell you later."

"Steve, I'm supposed to take my kids water skiing tomorrow," he whined.

"I will pay for you to go next time. Please. Wanda needs you."

Clint sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as it was starting to hurt. "Fine. For Wanda."

"For Wanda," Steve agreed. "And one more thing."

Clint groaned. "Steve!"

"I need you to drop by San Francisco and pick up a guy named Scott Lang"

"Is this Sam's guy you mentioned earlier?"

"Yeah. We could use him."

"Steve…"

"You know the Accords are wrong. You don't have to fight with me. In fact, I don't want you to. Go back to your family immediately after getting Wanda. Tell her to get Lang. But I need you for this one thing. Please."

He was going to regret this. "Fine."

"I'll text you the details."

"Right. Okay. And I'll just fly over with my private jet," he said sarcastically.

"We both know you have a quinjet stashed somewhere over there." He paused. "Also, we're in Berlin."

"Steve!"

"Did I forget to mention that?"

Clint grumbled to himself.

"I can hear you."

Clint ignored him. "And how am I supposed to take on Vision? The guy has a space rock in his face that shoots lasers. Lasers."

"Actually, they're psionic beams." Clint was unamused. "Some advice: try not to."

"Gee, thanks Cap. I see why everyone says you're the best strategist in the world."

Laughter echoed in Clint's ear. "Try not to engage at all."

"Your faith in my skills is astounding." But he may have some trick arrows that could help. How ironic that something Tony created would be used to take out something Tony created – not only that, but an android who was on Tony's side.

"Hey, you asked."

"And I regretted it immediately." Clint's feet thunked as they hit the floor. He stood and began making his way upstairs. "You owe me for this, Rogers."

"I know. Thank you, Clint."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you in a few hours." He pressed END just as he entered the upstairs living room. "Honey!" He called, looking around at the mess of toys scattered all over the carpet.

"In the kitchen!" She called back.

He meandered over to the adjacent room and found his wife tending to a pasta of some sort at the stove. Setting the phone on the counter, he made his way over and wrapped his arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her head.

"Uh oh. Sadly-affectionate Clint has made an appearance again. What's wrong?" She twisted in his arms to look him in the eye.

He exhaled. "I got called in."

She blinked, the wooden spoon in her hands ceasing to stir. "But you're retired."

"I know that and you know that and he knows that and yet… They can't seem to work without me." He shrugged, trying to play it off like it was no big deal.

He didn't want to go. Of course he wanted to help Wanda. Of course. But he retired for a reason. These past few weeks of retirement had been amazing and he never wanted them to end. Sure, he missed the ache in his arms from firing his bow and the rush of adrenaline as he scaled buildings and the feeling of satisfaction whenever an arrow hit its mark but his kids were more important. He'd already missed so much time with them. He'd been in Sokovia during Cooper's birthday and he'd been fighting Chitauri during Lila's. He didn't want to waste any more time.

Laura placed the spoon off to the side and turned off the stove before turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands slid around to her back and he gently moved them away from the stove. "They really need you, huh?" She whispered, understanding in her voice and disappointment in her eyes.

That stung. "They can't seem to get anything done without me." He half-smirked.

Laura pressed one of her hands to his heart, right over the pocket in his flannel shirt. "As long as it's important."

"Of course." He kissed her forehead. "I would never leave otherwise."

"You're leaving?" Clint and Laura turned to see Lila in the doorway, holding an empty cup. Her eyes turned glassy. "But- but we're going water skiing tomorrow."

Clint's heart broke in two. He knelt down and opened his arms. She ran at him, throwing her arms around his neck, clinging to him. He grunted and shifted her weight before standing, holding her securely to him. "I won't be gone long. Not like last time. I promise."

She sniffed. "But what about tomorrow?"

"We'll go some other time." He brushed her hair back, softly stroking her head. "And we'll bring Auntie Nat. What do you think about that?"

Lila sniffled again. "Okay."

"Alright. C'mon, spider monkey. Go climb the trees or something. Your daddy's getting old." He set her down next to the sink as she giggled.

"Okay, Daddy." She rubbed away a few stray tears and deposited her cup on the counter before running out the side door. It swung shut behind her.

"You know she's just going to tell Cooper and then we'll have to do this all over again," Laura pointed out.

Clint sighed. "I know." He walked over to little Nathanial, sitting in his high chair at the kitchen table. He gurgled and waved his little arms and legs around, messing with a rattle and banging it on the tray. "Hey there, squirt." He brushed Nathanial's nose with his large finger. Nathanial smiled and giggled, squealing and squirming with more enthusiasm. Spit dribbled down the sides of his mouth. Clint took the bib and gently wiped it away. "Daddy has to go away for a few days," he explained quietly. "But Daddy'll be back. And then you and I are going to prove to Mommy that I can get that airplane of food through those hangar doors, huh?" He tickled Nathanial's mouth with his index finger.

Nathanial bubbled with laughter and reached for his dad, wrapping his tiny fingers around Clint's calloused pointer finger. He dropped the rattle and reached with both hands.

Clint smiled. "Got a good grip, there, son. You'll make a good archer one day." He kissed Nathanial's head and stood.

Laura had an exasperated look on her face. "Not all of your children need to be archers, Clint."

"One of them will like it. I know they will."

"Cooper doesn't."

"Lucky for him, I have Lila and Nathanial."

She shook her head. "You're incorrigible."

He grinned and wrapped her up in his arms. "And you love me."

"That I do." They shared a brief kiss before pulling away. "Be careful, okay?"

"Always." He started walking for the door to his room.

"And Clint?"

He started climbing the stairs. "Hm?"

"Have fun out there."

He paused, one foot hovering above the one stair that always creaked.

"I know you miss it," she admitted, coming around the corner and into view at the bottom of the stairs. "It's a part of you."

He… didn't know what to say.

"You're an Avenger. No matter how retired you say you are, the world will always need you. And I'm okay with that."

Speechless, Clint blinked at her.

"Go be a hero. Be someone our kids can look up to. Go be you."

Clint's feet pounded down the stairs as he surged forward and kissed his wife, passion overcoming him for those few, precious seconds. Then it was over and he was already up the stairs. Laura smiled and wiped away a single tear.

"Mommy?"

She turned to find Cooper in the doorway. "Yes, sweetie?"

"Lila says that Daddy's leaving."

She smiled sadly at him. "That's right. Daddy has to go away for a few days."

"But Daddy promised!" He stomped his foot on the hardwood floor. "He promised no more missions!"

"Daddy is a very important person. His team needs him to-"

"No!" He screamed.

"Cooper," she warned.

"No!" He screamed again. "I don't care how important daddy is! He promised!"

"He won't be gone long-"

"I don't wanna go water skiing anymore! Daddy's a big fat liar!" Cooper turned on his heel and stormed off.

"Cooper!" Laura made to take off after him, but a hand on her shoulder held her back.

Clint stood on the first step behind her, his quiver over his shoulder and his bow in one hand. "I'll talk to him." He kissed her one more time and then took off at a jog through the kitchen and out the side door.

It was mid afternoon and the sun was blazing brightly in a crystal clear sky. Lila was swinging dejectedly on the tire swing he'd built for her last year. Without looking up from the shapes she was making in the dirt with her shoes, she pointed to the barn.

Clint ran up to her and kissed her on the head. "Bye, sweetheart."

"Bye, Dad."

He jogged over to the barn. The door was ajar. He slipped inside, barely moving it to do so. It was dark, as there were no windows, but he could hear the animals chewing and moving in their stalls. "Cooper?" He called.

No response.

Clint was pretty sure he knew where his son was. He walked to the other end of the barn and peered into the very last stall on the left. Cooper's horse stood there lazily, blinking and occasionally munching on the hay. "Hi there, Mickey." Clint opened the door and stepped inside, petting Mickey's mane. "Have you seen Cooper? He's doing what I used to do when I was a kid. I used to run to the shed in the backyard and lock myself inside so my dad couldn't get to me." It was for very different reasons, but that was neither here nor there.

Something shifted and then sniffed to the right.

Clint bent down squinted in the darkness. Cooper sat curled up in a ball, fists clenched tightly and his head on his knees. "Cooper, buddy-"

"I don't want to talk to you," he whined.

"Then don't talk to me. Let me talk to you."

Cooper groaned. "No."

"Yes. Now scoot over."

Cooper didn't.

Clint squished himself between Mickey and Cooper and plopped down on the ground, leaning his back against the wall. "I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"I am. It may not look like it, but I am."

"Then when are you going? Why are you going if you're sorry, huh?"

"I'm going because I have people that I care about that need me."

"You care about us don't you? What about us?"

"Of course I do. But there's a whole world outside this farm that you haven't experienced yet. I know you haven't seen much of it and that's my fault, but I'm doing this to keep people safe."

"I don't care about other people! I just care about you."

"You may not care about other people, but other other people do. And this person I'm going to help? It's Wanda."

Cooper stilled. He peered up at his dad. "W-Wanda?"

Clint nodded. "She's in trouble and I'm going to help her."

Cooper hesitated. "Is she hurt?"

"Sort of. She's hurting here." He poked Cooper's heart. "I'm the only one who can talk to her right now. Try and help her."

"… the only one?"

"The only one. You don't want Wanda to hurt, do you?"

It took a second, but Cooper shook his head. "No. I like Wanda. She's teaching me and Lila how to fly."

Clint smiled. "I know she is, bud. But she can't ever come back if she's in trouble."

Cooper's eyes widened. He looked away. "Well… I guess it's okay if you go this one time…"

Clint ruffled Cooper's hair. "Thanks, kid. I owe you one. We'll go water skiing some day. And we'll bring Auntie Nat."

"Can we bring Wanda too?"

"I'll have to ask her, but yes, she can come too."

"What about Thor?" Cooper was getting excited now.

"I don't know about that, but tell you what. Next time I see him? I'll ask him."

Cooper beamed. He threw himself at his dad, who caught him with an "oof!". Cooper squeezed him tight. "Come back soon, Dad."

Clint squeezed back. "I will. I promise."