Chapter 1-Arrowhead Under The Pillow

A/N-Set shortly after Age of Ultron. Clint is not married.

Disclaimer-Do not own Avengers or anything else to do with Marvel, Disney etc.

The first time Clint heard the screams he was awake and he out of bed within record time. He ran down the hall and kicked Wanda's door open with his duvet wrapped his legs, an arrowhead in his hand and wearing nothing but black and purple pyjama bottoms, finding himself staring at the equally shocked girl on the opposite side of the room from him.

"Uh, morning?" Clint said, unsure of whether to stay or leave.

"Morning." She barely whispered, surprised and embarrassed that she had waken him up. When her eyes trailed down from his face to his bare chest, her embarrassment only grew more. She then noticed Clint look at her attire: black shorts and a red vest and was genuinely surprised she hadn't died of embarrassment by now.

"Uh. Are-" Clint started, when Sam and Bucky appeared in the doorway.

"What happened. He heard screams." Sam said, a pistol in his hands, as he scouted the room.

"I thought the Facility was empty for the night." Clint said, remembering his earlier conversation with Steve, who told him that everyone was either doing their "own thing" or on a mission with the good Captain.

"Yeah, well." Bucky started, as he propped the rifle against the wall. "Me and Sam went for a couple of drinks and the cab fare was cheaper if we came here."

"So care to explain why your topless and holding an arrowhead?" Sam asked, diverting the attention back to Clint.

"I also keep an arrowhead under my pillow." Clint shrugged.

"That's weird." Bucky commented.

"Don't you guys sleep with guns under your pillows?"

"Yeah, but that's normal." Sam summed up before he and Bucky headed off down the hallway, taking their nighttime weaponry with them.

Clint then turned back to Wanda. "Ice Cream? I know where Stark hide the really goo rocky road."

"I've never had rocky road." Wanda told him.

Clint simply extended his free hand. "Right this way then."

-Scarlet Dreams-

"So do you wanna talk about it." Clint (now wearing a hoodie, although it wasn't zipped up) said, sitting cross-legged on the counter top island, eating rocky road straight from the container.

Sitting on the stool in front of him, Wanda (wrapped in a red robe) looked down, also with a container of rocky road. "It was nothing." She said quietly, something she had become accustomed to since Sokovia.

"Well, whatever that nothing was it was enough to wake me up from four rooms away." Clint said. "But I've had my fair share of night-terrors so I'm not going to press. I'm just going to sit hear and eat ice cream." Clint gave her a cheeky smirk, with made Wanda smile back at him.

The two were then interrupted by Sam and Bucky, the two hiding in the doorway, so only their heads and hands could be seen. "Hey sorry to interrupt but if you guys are gonna get some sleep, then you probably should now." Bucky informed them.

Cap'll be back soon and he says there's a mission for us." Sam said before the two disappeared again.

-Scarlet Dreams-

The second night they were on the Quinjet, heading back to the Facility and Clint had the foresight to stay up all night and watch her sleep in the bunk, while Rhodey was piloting with Cap keeping him company, Sam and Bucky were sleeping in their chairs and Vision had powered down.

So when she woke up, screaming once again (causing Bucky and Sam to fall out of their chairs and Rhodey to make a sharp turn to the left), she locked eyes with him and Clint simply walked over and held her, as she tried to forget the images that she just viewed.

"You saw Sokovia right?" Clint said more than asked gently, his lips barely touching Wanda's forehead. "About Pietro and Ultron and everything that happened."

"Yes." Clint heard her clearly despite her mumbling into his chest at such a volume that only those with super-hearing could possibly hear her.

"I know what that's like. After New York. After Loki." Clint gently said, talking more to himself now than her. "I remember everything he put me under with his little Infinity Stone trick. I hurt fellow Agents, I hurt innocents. And yet the worst part is that I can't totally blame that bastard Loki, because the man I was under that spell was as much a part of me as that girl that teamed up with Ultron to avenge her family is a part of you."

"How did you-" Wanda started, her face lifting from Clint's chest enough for him to see her face, and she his. "How did you make them go away?"

"Well kicking alien ass and stopping Loki helped a bit. Then some time away from S.H.I.E.L.D., away from the Avengers also helped. Only they didn't stop until I learned to face what happened."

"How did you do that?"

"First it was by getting into fight I knew I would lose, then it was getting my ass kicked by Nat - physically and emotionally - and then it was facing what I couldn't escape: myself."

"Okay." Wanda said, sitting up, a look of determination on her face.

"Okay?"

"Okay. Help me, stop the night-terrors."

Clint had seen the look in her eyes, it was the same one he saw in his own eyes, in his teammates eyes. "Well, for starters, here." Clint pulled out an arrowhead and closed her hand around it, making her raise an eyebrow and Clint smirked. "To keep under your pillow."

"You keep an arrowhead under your pillow?" Clint turned towards Cap and the others, who had managed to hear the conversation, now doubt thanks to the comm-links all over the jet.

"That's weird." Rhodey said. "Why don't you have a gun like a normal person."

"See?" "Told you." Bucky and Sam exclaimed, causing Clint to turn back to Wanda, who was sleeping once again, the arrowhead clutched in her fist.

Clint rested against the wall, and closed his eyes, listening to the other's conversation about arrowheads and pillows and of course, guns.