A/N - Alright, so I already attempted to upload this once. However, in planning this story my original idea and what I found myself able to write in any long chapter like structure did not coincide really. So I changed the approach I am writing this story in. This chapter is practically same as the second chapter of the story 'A little Miracle' with a few differences. I am sorry for any confusion and that my first attempt to write this did not work out so well. I hope you all enjoy it none the less.

This story will over Pre-Phase 1, Phase 1 (specifcally agengers) and Phase 2 'kind of' and also it will cross over y with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D though I hesitate to place it there seeing as my story plot is not directly effected by the story line in Avengers of SHIELD rather by the existence of the characters in the MCU as a whole in which I include under the idea of Phases not specific movies per-say. Long winded a/n I know. When we get to the AOS part that takes place during phase two when Fiz, Simmons, Skye, Coulson, May, and Ward are on the bus I will bring this up again but it wont come in for a while.

Disclaimer – I do not own any part of the MCU or Believe of which the main character is sort of molded after.

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Chapter 1:

0-8-4

Pre-Phase 1:

Fall 2007

Raven Corp Facilities Research Center

Canadian, Texas

They were the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division's best,

They were unmatched in their field,

They had the highest record for mission completion in decades,

The Marksman and the Assassin,

Strike Team Delta,

The two were constantly sent on dangerous and high-profile missions taking out targets and keeping the world safe.

This mission, however, had none of their usual aspects. There was no main target to eliminate, instead an 0-8-4 to find and catalog. The 0-8-4 was at Raven Corp, a genetics lab that had been in a race with other companies, such as OsCorp, to create medicine using cross species genetics. However Raven Corp had a much looser view on funding (well at least looser on who they told about their dealings). Once enough money got moved from high priority Russian spy rings and other terrorist groups such as the ten rings, the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division took notice. Once they took notice and found more shady dealings such as a project classified within the company named Project Prodigy and the readings that project supplied the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division decided it was time to take action.

In their three yearlong partnership the two never sent on missions so seemingly unimportant on paper. In fact they questioned the sanity of Garrett when they were handed the file. Finding and cataloging 0-8-4's was level three and four field works not level six which is where the duo sat in ranks.

The facility was hard to crack initially, security was better than Intel pointed to and took longer to disable than the two originally planned. However there didn't seem to be anyone down on the lower levels. They came across a few armed and for the most part untrained guards but nothing that matched what they were faced with upstairs.

"Status," The disembodied voice of their mission handler called.

It was Clint that answered, per usual, Natasha rarely talked back on missions due to her usual up close and personal Field assignments. One could not give status when seducing targets and not be caught. There for status was always left to Clint. On missions void of close constant espionage Natasha would some times talk with their normal handler but Garret was practically a stranger to Natasha, and a possible treat. She would not be talking. "Two levels below the basement, still haven't found anything extremely out of the ordinary. No sign of Prodigy yet. We sure it's at this location."

"All files originated from a computer at this location." Garrett said.

"Well there's nothing down here Garrett , just a lot of lab tech, nothing that even registers on the reader." Clint said looking over to Natasha to make sure his statement was correct. The small tablet like electronic the red-head held was supposedly able to detect the presence of this specific 0-8-4, at this point however seeing as they could not find the O-8-4 the tech was quite useless.

"Keep looking,"

"This would be easier if we had specks on what we are looking for." Clint quipped back. Natasha responded with a slightly heavier breath Clint knew to interpenetrate as a huff. Looking over at her he saw the face of a trained assassin. He saw Black Widow in all her glory. But there was the smallest glint in the corner of her eye that told him Natasha was in there somewhere as well, and that Natasha was quite ignored with the amount of information they were given for the mission. For such a menial mission a lot of things were classified.

"That is classified." The handler answered and the Black Widow mask fell for a second as Natasha turned her lips up ever so slightly as if to say 'point' before the mask was replaced.

"Of course it is," Clint landed against a random desk in a relaxed position as if he where not on mission and was just poking around R& D to annoy the resident kid scientists FitzSimmons, "If we don't have the classification why are we here Garrett?"

"Just keep looking Barton," John Garrett said his voice now edging on annoyed.

"It would be my genuine pleasure Garrett," Clint smiled as he watched Natasha retrace their steps. However unlike last time there was a spike in the reading near the right corner of the room where a small janitorial closet sat. Clint approached and ran his hands over the walls, finding secret doors what Coulson 's forte but Clint had been around Coulson enough that he picked up quite a few tricks of the trade. As he felt his finger dip in the far right back corner he pushed the door open to reveal a rickety looking wooden staircase.

"Hiding a stairway in a closet, really, that just screams shady." Clint rolled his eyes at cliché-ness of it all as he raised his fire arm from its holster and his flashlight from its position attached to his belt. Clicking the flashlight on he stepped in front of Black Widow ignoring her death glare as he scanned the area.

"Clear," He called dodging the blunt end of Natasha's gun as she walked into the room and swung it at him. Clint was never overzealous in his protection of his partner, sure he took more than a dozen or so bullets for her but that was nothing more than normal, he just knew there where risks she had to take in her line of work. That was why assassins like her did not have a very long life expectancy. Therefore, he took all the danger he could from her with an eased smile. He knew she thought it to be childish cockiness but he saw no problem in allowing her to continue to think that.

"Moving down to next level," After descending what seemed like quite a few floors they came across a reinforced steel door with the words 'Project Prodigy' painted on them the J and D being written over the split in the door as the other letters fell on either side.

"Really, I think this place needs some runway lights or something. It's like they didn't even try."

"It took you an hour to find Barton."

"That is because it was so expected it was ingeniously unexpected."

"Just do your job,"

"Sure thing Garrett, approaching 0-8-4, next training says its mechanical," His head turned toward Black Widow. Instead of normal bets the two took to betting on who would run their next training sessions. Clint's usually involved slightly childish field play and or long hours spent at the range. Natasha's where either sparing or other physical and structured training than Clint liked. Natasha looked and rolled her eyes at his antics.

"Next two weeks of training says its stolen tech" she smiled placing the small bomb* against the door and moving away waiting for the door to open. After hearing the small explosion and felling the backlash they turned around and looked into a room that seemed quite different from the rest of the for one it was not white. There was large control room and above that where five separate windows four of the five windows where dark and empty but the fifth held something slightly different.

A small brown haired toddler, who was no more than one and a half if the agents had to guess, floating above a generic brown crib, Natasha began the file downloads before as Clint stood transfixed for a moment watching the anomaly that was before him.

"Take it that it's not Tech, stolen or otherwise."

"Option E none of the above, you are not going to believe this,"

"You would be surprise what I will believe."

"You won't believe this."

A round of bullets burst from a man who just entered the windowed room. He dived under the desk taking Natasha down with him and prepared a firearm. He twisted and shot back his first shattering the protective glass and his rounds following attempting to hit the other assailant. Gunfire from the other side stopped as the man reached down to grab the small child and ran from the room. Jumping over the desk he was previously under and rolling into the room the field agent chased the other man.

"In pursuit of the 084," He said as he continued to chase the man dodging the bullets he shot off some of his own.

"Hawkeye status?" There was no answer as the man led him down other halls the small child just in his line of vision.

"Hawkeye status?" Garrett called again but there was still no answer as Clint continued his pursuit. Another armed gunman appeared in the hall taking Clint's attention for a minute as he neutralized him. In that minute however the 0-8-4 disappeared.

"Damn it," He cursed.

"Now you answer," Garrett questioned.

"What the hell is going on down there Hawkeye?" Natasha asked.

"Lost sight of the 0-8-4, hallway forks, requesting back up" He informed as he swung his gun pointing at each hall but not hearing anything from either.

"I will be there in five. Don't move location." Inwardly his was kicking himself in the ass for not expecting some sort of retaliation on Raven Corps part. More than the hired guns up stairs that is. He wouldn't be surprised if Project Prodigy was wiped clean before they even got down here. They were going to not complete the mission. A level four mission and they were going to come back without any information on Prodigy. He felt the overwhelming need to kick a wall but controlled it. After all a dented wall was the last thing they needed at the moment.

"Hawkeye I will take the left hall you take right. Keep up chatter." Natasha said as she began down the hall. The word Clear was thrown back and forth between them like a ping – pong match as they moved. In the corner of his eye Clint caught sight of the man he was chasing and the 0-8-4.

"Have visual, He is not alone. Think I figured out why we were here Black Widow, They look like KGB men."

"Get to him Black Widow, Do not approach, Hawkeye, Do not Approach," Garrett said though their coms. This seemed much more familiar. Expect their roles where usually reversed. As Natasha was usually the only on in the field directly for most of their missions he was always her back up not the other way around. Seeing as he was stuck for a few moments until Natasha got there he stressed his ears to eavesdrop into the man's conversation.

"Strucker is paying good money for this one. She is younger than the others more manipulable."

"Belova will pay double."

"We have an agreement with Strucker, Belova is getting the others." The man said in Russian Clint knew enough of the language to make the main point but he was unable to decipher it completely, when Natasha appeared seconds later gun in hand. With non-verbal gestures the two created a plan for attack and executed it without a hitch knocking out and or killing the men who surrounded the small 0-8-4.

As the small child stared up at them from the floor she began to make grabbing motions at her hands her eyes locked on the two Strategic Homeland Intervention and Logistic Division agents before crunching her face and requesting one word, "Up." Clint turned to Natasha and motioned forward and was slapped upside the head for his trouble as Natasha pushed him ahead.

"Worth a try," he mumbled under his breath. "Garrett we collected intel and 084, we will be at rendezvous in ten." Clint said as he bent down to pull the small child into his arms.

Two minutes earlier than he originally planned Clint, Natasha, and 0-8-4 showed up at the rendezvous point Natasha reported to Garrett then moved to turn in for the night. Well that is what she said at least. Clint knew that turning in for his partner did not mean she slept rather she trained. He would confront her later but for now he had a bone to pick with the Missions handler.

Looking down he saw the small child was now only sniffling as she rested her head against his shoulder and placed her thumb in her mouth. Such a natural child action made Clint breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't know how much more crying he could handle. He held her tight to his chest, less because he wanted to hold her there and more because she had a damned vice grip on his Kevlar.

"What in the hell did we just walk into Garrett?"

"Agent Barton,"

"Do not try to distract me, that mission was not what was outlined in the file."

"Sometimes files and missions differ."

"And sometimes files lie. Why else name every organization who has their hand in Project Prodigy except for Red Room and Belova."

"No Intel pointed to Belova's involvement."

"This was not about Belova,"

"Then what is this about, and why is there a kid?"

"This is about sending a team in under informed, and the kid is your 084."

Random Marvel Tidbit - My Niece who will be two in a little more than a month had just began to enjoy the Marvel world with me. In the form of Disney cartoons. Yey.

Her favorite is the Hulk because she thinks the Hulk is like the puppy. Big but not that scary, 'he stuck in the tv'. Oh the joys of child logic.

I shall leave you with this quote form my niece, "Hoolk Smasssssh'

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