Laura sat in a folding chair in front of a corn lined baseball field. Her youngest son sat in her lap licking a dangerously drippy popsicle. Clint watched as thin tendrils of hair escaped her loose braid and fluttered in the breeze. As if she could hear his thought, she tucked the hair behind her ear and looked at him.

"What?" She asked him catching his gaze.

"Nothing. I still can't believe this is mine," Clint responded. Laura raised her eyebrow. "I never expected to really retire. I mean, the world has gone to sh-..." Lila sat beside them. "Shoot."

" Nice save. Cooper is batting next. I love you too. But sticky here, he's all yours," Laura says handing over the toddler. Clint grabbed a baby wipe and quickly cleaned the baby's bright red fingers. His youngest began to fuss. Clint stood as Cooper batted. Cooper was surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, good at hitting. Couldn't seem to miss. Cooper hit far into center field and made it to second base.

"Look Nate, the moon," Clint told the fussing toddler pointing at the darkening evening sky. Nate looked at the moon and clearly said "airplane. Daddy, airplane."

"No bud, that's the moon," Clint said watching the game.

"Airplane. More airplane," Nate said excitedly. Clint finally looked and yes 2 airplanes flew under the moon.

"Oh, yeah they are airplanes. They are flying kinda low though," Clint frowned. They aren't anywhere near an airport. Distractedly he watched the planes fly out of sight. "That's weird."

"Everthing okay?" Laura said with a hand on his arm. She knew that look and didn't like it.

"Yeah fine. Just weird. Lila, do you want a popsicle? Your mom packed enough for every child here." Lila nodded and grabbed a popsicle.

"Can I get one for Brook too? And go play with her on the playground," she pointed to the playground beside the field. Clint nodded and Laura warned her not to go anywhere else. Lila ran excitedly to her buddy.

A few minutes later a loud boom sounded in the distance. The game halted as everyone looked towards the sound. Clint recognized it as the direction the planes had flown. The line referee began screaming as he looked at his hands. They had turned to dust and were spreading up his body and he turned to dust.

"What the hell, " Clint handed the toddler to his wife. Another parent quickly dissolved. Children ran from the dugout and many dissolved to dust. Cooper was on the field as he dissolved with fear in his eyes. "No," Clint roared. He pulled his wife to a stand. The children on the playground began to run towards their parents. Lila dissolved midrun. Clint tightly hugged his wife and child. The deaths seemed random. He couldn't believe 2 of his children were gone. "Clint.. honey...help.." Laura looked into his eyes and she and Nate dissolved in his arm. "No," Clint moaned. He and other people who survived stood looked around in horror and grief.

Clint stood in shock tears streaming unchecked for minutes before running to his truck. In the glove compartment was a gun wrapped in a cloth and a flip phone. He put the gun in his waistband and dialed the only number on the phone. He was too shocked to process what happened but knew he needed help.

"Barton. Are you okay?" Answered a concerned Steve Rogers.

"They are all gone, cap. What the hell happened?" Clint asked feeling hollow. His whole body shook.

"Thanos," Steve squeezed out. "We couldn't stop him." The guilt in his voice was palpable. "We need you back. Out of retirement."

" I can't retire now. Where are you?"