I am truly sorry for not updating Modern Myth, but as you can probably already guess, I lost my inspiration on that story so I'll leave it in hiatus for the time being. A friend of mine remind me of my love for certain anime character and pum, all my inspiration move towards him, I haven't stop thinking on different ideas but seeing as I like to do crossovers I decided to start with this one.

Do not worry, I do got a looooooooooooot of chapters already written for this one, so hopefully my muse will be around until this is finished.

This story contains some AU and is a pre of the Avengers. It will also mention a few other characters that are vital to this story, none of them OC I can assure you that.

As always I don't own nor win anything from writing this, is just pure entertainment.

A long journey always end's with something good or bad, it is up to the person to decide which path she or he should take in order to get his desire end, and if they wanted to learn from this experience or obtain something in exchange. For people like the ones working at SHIELD, ending a journey always meant saving lives, doing the most good, retrieving something that would aid the world in a bright future or a close situation.

There were some cases tough, that didn't apply to this rule.

For agents like Natasha Romanoff and Clinton Barton, ending a journey meant surviving a new danger, going back home with a beating heart and a success in their mission. There were no lessons to learn, no exchange of experience, just plain moving from one spot to another, getting the job done fast and with result that benefit not them but their agents fellows behind them.

Clint should have expected that he could not escape the lessons life had being throwing his way since his parents death, since Phil appear giving him a purpose on life. No. The marksman always thought his purpose was to serve others, destroy lives like someone had destroyed his.

But god, or destiny, or whoever is out there planning all this things obviously had other plans for him…

SHIELD HEADQUARTERS - NEW YORK CITY - 4:32 P.M.

"Am I going where?!"

"Europe," Phil replied calmly not lifting his eyes from the paper he was scribbling in "City of Bergen, in Norway, very fine city"

"I don't care if they are friendly or not. We just got back from New Mexico" retaliated the agent pacing, like some sort of caged lion waiting for the cage to open. Truth be told, it had passed two days since the incident with that strange hammer in the desert and their close encounter with alien gods, as Clint had kindly put it. Now they wanted them to try another weird encounter in Norway. "Does SHIELD like to have his agents butt kick, after the Thor disaster we have barely any good agent left that is cleared from medical"

"This is a one man mission Barton, we don't need good agents, we need you out there"

"What makes you think I can control whatever the hell you want me to find!"

Phil looked at his enraged agent at the eyes, clear pale blue eyes that held a slight amount of tiredness that hasn't being there before, but it wasn't that bad, Clint had being in worst situation with less energy, he can pull this mission up and it wasn't as if he was going to kill someone or get into a fight, just do a recon of a very suspicious company that had just opened in European continent and was apparently working on something that involved children.

Clint had already read part of the report and discarded the mission fairly quickly, no kid had gone missing around the continent since the foundation of the company and there was no visual proof of any children in the facility. For all intent and purposes, the place looked like your average medical company. But some agents that had being sent undercover to assess the company intentions had mentioned hearing voices of kids around and some secret meetings had taken places three months after the company had started.

Obviously, Fury had suggested they needed a man who can sneak into the place and stay invisible among the other employees long enough to uncover the truth and who was better and seeing things than SHIELD's little Hawk.

"It's a two month recon mission Clint; we aren't expecting you to fight against anything, just to enter the facility and find what they are hiding there, The council wants to make sure this Searing Laboratory is not tied to anything involving children, or other villains cliché plan"

Clint huffed.

Phil glared.

The archer's shoulder dropped in defeat.

"You think they're really trafficking with children?"

"That is what you are going to find out"

"Okay, fine, what is the ETD on this?"

Phil glanced at his watch calculating the time it actually took for him to put the transport ready and let the agent gather whatever material he is to need on the mission.

"Two hours," he answered staring at his more calm agent "since you stomped out of debrief, I need to fill you in on some important things, but we can pass over that on the way to Bergen, meet me at the hangar in hour and a half"

Clint offered a two fingered salute before turning back around, Phil dropping back to his files as he called for a Quinjet for him and Barton. Hopefully things will turn out better once the archer is on the field.

Like hit suddenly by a wave, Phil pushed himself off his chair and walked towards the big window of his office that oversee the outer training ground. One lonely figure was running around the circuit under the ever watchful eye of one Natasha Romanoff. Phil smiled fondly at the rookie agent as Natasha screamed something at him, forcing him to pick up his pace. Normally he wouldn't worry about leaving the rookies in the command of Romanoff as he departed on a mission with Barton, but this particular recruit wasn't your average agent.

"I can handle him just fine Coulson"

Phil flinched when the voice of Natasha floated from his phone. How she had managed to do that, he will never now. But he waved at her the moment their eyes locked. She seem to have pick up on his concern and knew that Coulson would not leave until he was sure his assets were safe and in good hands. The red haired assassin was right at one thing; she could handle everything on his absence. He turned around after another look at the training agents and moved towards his desk. He had a mission to prep for and an angry Hawk to deal with.