Hello all, to fill my sudden obsession of Jeremy Renner/Clint Barton I have created this! I hope you will read and comment on it so that I may better my writing skills. Thank you!

Clint Barton is one of the top ranking S.H.I.E.L.D agents, so what would it take to completely disarm this cold stone killer? It's quite simple actually, one former agent and her son. Dredging up the past isn't easy, but sometimes its the one thing that makes a person stronger. Clint/OC

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Clint sighed in the hospital letting his head thunk against the wall. Hours…they had lost hours because of this 'mishap'. Hours then turned into the entire day. He let out another sigh opening his eyes after another hour went by.

"Clint…" He heard Nat's voice as she was rolled out into the hall. He stood up looking down at her, "So…it's a lot worse than I thought it would be… broken femur."

"That's a big …big break…" He cleared his throat and looking at her well wrapped leg.

"I know." She swallowed, "Falling off a 'roof' does that."

He nodded slowly catching onto the story she must've told, "Femur…great…you can't dance on a broken femur." He muttered thinking about the parties they normally had to attend on missions. He thanked the nurse taking Nat from him.

"Can't do a lot on a broken femur Clint. Can't stand, can't walk, but you do get a lot of surgeries." She looked back at him and smiled, "And a lot of pain killers."

"They doped you already, fantastic." He shook his head sighing.

"Yup so I'm gonna be in Italy for at least three months." She told him, "First surgery is in two days."

"And they're just letting me wheel you out of here with a broken femur?" He questioned her.

She smiled up at him high as a kite, "I was very persuasive."

"Ah…" He sighed not wanting to really know as he walked her out to the car.

Great. Now he had to figure out how to complete the mission without her, well at least without her on his arm mostly. Let's face it when going undercover women were mostly there because of their sex appeal. He helped her into the car carefully, then pulled out of the parking lot into the night.

All the way back to the hotel he thought about his options. How could he make this work? He wasn't allowed to make contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. until they needed extraction. He was on his own.

Bringing Nat into the hotel room was whole mission in itself. God, what did they give her, twice the dosage? He thought to himself as he set her on the bed as she giggled.

"I want soup." She told him sitting up on her arms.

"Right…I'll get you soup later, but I have to work now okay, you just…just rest." He pushed her down as she tried to get up off the bed.

When he finally got her to lie down he walked over to his bag pulling out his computer. He sat at the table and pulled up his Italy file. He started scrolling through everything. Contacts, agencies that owed him, fake company names he could use, a couple of photos.

Photos? His brows went together curiously as he clicked on them pulling them up and stared at the image.

It was a younger him about twenty years ago with his arm around a young dark haired woman with beautiful dark eyes. They were both smiling and looked happy. His chest tightened as he stared at the picture and clicked the next photo where they were kissing by a sunset.

Mara Berti, a European S.H.I.E.L.D agent. They had worked together several times over the course of two years making a good cover, and then roughly twenty years ago she disappeared from the agency. The pictures were for the cover up operation they had done.

People had believed them whole heartedly and it was mainly because of her. She played the perfect wife and together she made them seem like the perfect couple.

It could work. He shrugged and started clicking on the computer. It would take him a little while to actually bring Clint and Mara Archer back to life, not to mention he had to find Mara entirely.

Sure she had disappeared, but he had found her once before to see what had happened, though he never did get an answer. They were supposed to meet up like always for the mission, but last minute the agency replaced her. Nearly cost them everything.

"Where's Mara?" The business associate at the party asked him.

"We're taking a break you could say…this is my sister…"

Clint blinked the voices of past doubt away. He was lucky the agent they replaced her with was well experienced and knew how to work quickly. Then the entire Archer family just faded, their billion dollar company continued to do their thing, but without Clint and Mara's help. They just didn't get out anymore. Rumors began to spread until there wasn't anything left.

He started doing a facial recognition and a last known whereabouts search. It was going to take a while so he got up and looked at Nat who had passed out finally. He rolled his eyes happy that at least someone was getting some rest this night and walked out of the room to get her soup.

He came back an hour later loaded with goodies and a clear head. He looked over at the bed not seeing a sleeping Natasha. His bagel fell from his mouth, "Nat?" His eyes scanned the room quickly and landed on her in the corner of the room in front of the laptop, "You're supposed to be in bed." He scolded.

"It started beeping, it was annoying." She looked at him her red locks falling into her face, "Who's this?" She indicated the picture of a woman on the screen.

He walked over looking at the screen. God she hasn't changed much. She still had those dark eyes, but her hair was cut off at her shoulders now. He smiled at Mara being caught on a security camera outside a market in Sicily, "That is our ticket to success. Eat up and rest up we hit the road in the morning."

"But my surgeries…" Nat looked at him. The drugs were wearing off and she was getting agitated.

"We'll transfer it to a hospital there." He told her setting her soup on the table with the rest of the food, "Won't be hard to do, after all you are persuasive."

"Har har…" She rolled her eyes, "Where are my meds? I feel like I'm about to punch something, and I really don't want to break you."

"I don't know. You had them last." He sat down to start eating ignoring her obvious jab at him.

"Clint…"

"Nat…" he looked at her then sighed as he got the death glare from her, "Fine I'll check the car." He got to his feet and started outside, "Don't eat my bagel."

"Thank you!" She rang after him reaching for her soup.

Once Nat was fed and thoroughly drugged up she rested, while he put the finishing touches on the Archer's stunning return to the world. He sighed looking at the screen hours later; all that was left was to push a button to make it real and to do that he needed Mara to say yes.

He sighed leaning back into the chair stretching then stood up putting everything away. He glanced at Nat as he walked to the door with the bags. He silently debated with himself if he should just go and do this alone and leave her there.

Shutting the trunk of the car he decided that living was a better option. A scary Natasha Romanoff was never a good thing to have following you around, just meant you had a target on your back. He walked back inside over to her shaking her awake, "Nat, wake up time to go."

She opened her eyes slightly, "Now?"

"Yes now, you ready?"

"I guess, but where's the fire?" She looked at him yawning as he scooped her up. She made a face as her leg was pinched against his arm.

"No fire, just the sooner we make contact with Mara, the faster we can get this mission going and go home." He told her adjusting her as he walked out the car so he wasn't hurting her as much.

"Really?" She eyed him in the morning light.

He sighed relenting, "I know her, the woman we're going to meet and we worked well together back in the day." He set her down in the seat, "Really well."

"Really well?" She stared at him still raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah…" He looked at her then shut the door and walked around the car getting inside, "Kinda like you and me, we work well together, we can anticipate what the other does."

"Uh huh." She got comfortable as he backed out of the parking lot popping a pill in her mouth.

He smirked glancing at her, "You sound jealous Nat."

"I'm not jealous." She rolled her eyes and looked at him, "I just don't work well with others…too much liability."

Clint knew all too well about the liability of having more than one person on a mission, but he also knew that it could work out well…when people didn't break there femurs, "Well you can't dance or walk so you don't get many options." He told her, "Get some rest. It's going to be a couple of hours."

He looked at the address on the piece of hotel paper then looked up at the house cocking an eyebrow. This couldn't be right. This place looked too natural, too calm, too…normal.

"This it?" Nat looked past him to the house.

"I guess so." He told her slowly turning to her slowly giving her a serious look, "Stay in the car." He got out and walked up to the door slowly still taking in the house. Two story, small balcony on the second floor, vines crawling up the sides of the house, everything made out of stone and wood. It was quaint needless to say.

He raised his hand and knocked firmly on the door. He could hear a couple of people and laughter on the other side of it. The door opened and he saw her. His mouth went dry suddenly and he cursed inwardly. Say something you fool.

"Uh…hey Mara."

She stared at him her face going red, fear racing through her eyes before they narrowed in on him, "Cosa diavolo vuoi Barton?" She snapped at him.

He raised his hands looking at her as she yelled at him in Italian, "There's no need for hostilities. I need your help."

"Get the fuck off my property." She started to shut the door.

"Mara please. My partner is hurt and I need someone for this mission." He put his hand on the door to stop it from closing, "I wouldn't ask if I didn't really need the help."

"Get. Off. My property." She told him clenching her jaw her, dark brown eyes glared at him with so much pain. What was causing this hostility toward him? From what he remembered they had left on good terms. Really good terms.

"Mara…" He stared at her confused but still intending to have her hear him out.

"Mamma?" Clint watched her eyes close cursing to herself. Mom? She was a mom? The voice wasn't young sounding. Clint's face went blank trying to process this new bit of information.

"Jeremy vai al piano di sopra." She looked back at someone, obviously male.

"Mamma, cosa c'è di sbagliato? Chi è?" Footsteps walked toward the door quickly as Mara protested more telling them to go to the kitchen or upstairs.

"Jeremy." She hissed as a young man's face appeared over her head.

Clint stared at him his mouth dropping open slightly at the face. The boy smiled his blue eyes lighting up with curiosity by who was standing at their door, "Hello, can we help you sir?"

"Oh wow…" Nat was hobbling up behind Clint, "There are surprises around every corner these days. It's nice to know that your eyes get passed along Clint."

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NTK