By the time they get back to the base, Clint is awake but groggy. May and Skye bring him inside, as he fights them the least. Lucky follows at his heels, more than a little annoyed that he is still muzzled. When they get inside, May brings them to the lab. Where they meet up with Simmons, the biotechnisionist on Coulson's team. When they arrive, Simmons begins sewing up May. While Fitz begins working over Barton. Coulson wants him drug tested to know exactly what is in his system and how to help him withdraw. Barton puts up little protest. He knows where they are now, and he knows it would be difficult for him to escape. The "playhouse" was a fortress, one that he had used as a safe house more than once. He knew almost everything about it, and he knew it would be foolish to try to escape.

After Fitz is done poking him with needles, he calls Lucky over to him. He takes the muzzle off of him, for which he receives kisses. A muzzleless Lucky makes the others uneasy, but they don't dare say anything. And for now, Lucky is happy to lay over Clint's lap.

About an hour into being at the base, Coulson comes back with a blond agent that Clint knows too well.

"Bugger the fuck off, won't you." He tries to sound angry, but a bit of playfulness shines through.

"It's nice to see you too asshat." She says, walking over to pet Lucky, who licks her hand affectionately. "He looks healthy. Looks like you finally remembered you have to feed him."

"Only took two years of living by myself to figure it out. He's gotten pushy about it."

"Yeah, I taught him that when he was with me. He looked half starved when you dropped him off to me last time."

"So you're the one that taught him to nuzzle me until I feed him. I was blaming Lance." Clint rolls his eyes annoyed. He rubs Lucky's ears. "Looks like you're not going back to momma's anytime soon, buddy, she teaches you bad habits."

"It's not a bad habit to teach him how to make sure he gets food."

"Fair, but it's still annoying."

"It's not like barking helps him any. You never have your hearing aids in."

Clint waves her off, but smiles.

"You two know each other." Simmons speaks up, in a bit of awe. "You've never mentioned that before, Bobbi."

Clint snorts. "We more than know each other. But, I'm not surprised she's never mentioned me. I don't talk about my exes either."

"You two used to date?" Skye speaks up from the corner. "That's not in either of your files."

Bobbi laughs, "A lot of things aren't in our files. Clint and used to be married."

"I thought you and Lance used to be married?" Fitz questions.

"I have two ex-husbands." Bobbi says with a shrug.

"I didn't know you two split up." Clint grins. "The git finally managed to run you off?"

"The git did." Clint turns his attention to the door, where Lance Hunter has appeared. "I didn't think they'd manage to bring you in. You must be getting soft in your old age."

Clint winces. "May fights dirty."

Bobbi laughs. "Not as dirty as you."

"Yeah, well…" Clint has no defense.

"And I haven't completely run her off." Lance interjects, while wrapping his arm around Bobbi's waist. "We broke up, and then ran into each other and are now… well we're something."

"Good for you." Clint laughs. "When I ran her off, I knew I had no hope of ever getting her back."

"Yeah, I know. I was around for that, mate."

"In my defense, I didn't run far." Bobbi says as Lucky jumps down to stand beside her.

"Only because you still liked my dog." Clint says as Lucky demonstrates his point.

"Yeah, well, I knew you wouldn't agree to split custody."

"Damn right. I've had him longer than I've known you Bobs. He can visit, but he's mine."

"I know, Clint." She says laughing as Lucky licks her face. "And I love every minute he's with me."

"You're really coddling a dog that bit me?" May walks back into the room, holding her arm.

"He only attacked, because you attacked me first." Clint says pulling Lucky to him as May gets closer.

"I thought you used to hit harder." May chides. "I prepared for more of a fight."

"Yeah, well, shit happend…" Clint trails off getting lost in his memories. Before he can daydream too much, Lucky licks his face bringing him back.

"So why the fuck did you bring me here anyway, Coulson?" Clint glares at the man who is being uncharacteristically silent in the corner. "You know I hate the playground."

"I didn't exactly have any other options, after the triskellion fell, this became our new base."

"The Triskellion fell?" Clint's brow furrows in shock. He hadn't been keeping up on current events.

"You mean you don't know?" Coulson looks equally confused. "Nat helped take it down."

"I haven't talked to Nat in forever. She calls, I don't answer."

"Well, I guess that explains why she didn't bring you into help her. SHIELD fell. Hydra was within the organization, Cap and Nat brought it down. The Triskellion fell with it. For a while, we were technically a terrorist organization. Now, we're sanctioned again but it's touch and go. We're trying to restart."

"I'm sure Fury is thrilled about that."

Coulson's brow furrows again. "He's not the director anymore. He hasn't been for almost 2 years. Have you been living under a rock?"

"Something like that." Clint mumbles. He begins thinking back on the time he's been living in his cabin. It had been a long time. The days had started blurring together with the weeks, but had it really been almost two years. "When was New York?"

"Almost two and half years ago." Jemma Simmons pipes up.

"How have you heard about nothing? Have you been in that cabin this whole time?" Coulson is amazed. Barton had never been known to stay in one place for any prolonged period of time. The longest Phil had known him to call a place home had been a year. Clint had always credited his mobility to his childhood, but Coulson thought it also had to do with the amount of enemies the man had made over the years. He felt like a sitting duck whenever things started to seem routine.

Clint looks down at his feet. His face abruptly abnormally white. "Yeah, I have. How'd you find me anyway? I burned all my past alias'. I burnt all my old phone numbers too. I only have one left, and Nat was the only one I ever gave the number. I don't answer it though, so I'm pretty sure you can't track the signal…"

"We couldn't. Sk.. Daisy tried for months. I dug around in some old files. We've been searching all your known properties. When we didn't find you in any of those, I took a wild guess and looked up some of Kate's. I picked the first one that looked like nothing should be there and went with it."

"You know me too well, Coulson." Clint shakes his head. He continues to pat Lucky, refusing to make eye contact with a man who had once been like a father to him. "How is Kate anyway? I haven't heard from her in almost 3 years."

"You didn't hear?" This time it's Hunter who speaks up.

"No, I think it's safe for you to assume I know nothing that has happened in the last 2 and half years." Clint snaps back.

"Kate is dead, mate." Hunter is blunt. He always has been. It was a trait that Clint once had liked in him. Now he wishes that he had softened the blow.

"How?" Clint exhales the word. It feels as if all the wind has been knocked out of him.

"She was running with me for a bit. We were mercenaries for hire. After you walked off the face of the earth, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. You two had always been partners in crime, and well she didn't take you disappearing too well. So she wound up in a hard place and I bailed her out more than once before I decided it was easier just to keep her with me. We got a bad job. Kate got caught in the crossfire of some of those russians you two used to bother. I tried to save her mate, I really did. But by the time I got to her it was too late."

Clint's hands have balled up into fists. His face remains stoic throughout Hunter's story. His white-knuckled fists are the only indication that he feels anything in reaction to the news. When Hunter finishes his story, he lunges forward tackling Hunter to the ground. His blows land anywhere he can hit. There is no skill to his attack. He throws punch after punch, making his knuckles go raw and bleed. The pain doesn't stop him, he only feels a blind rage.

The others try to pull Clint off of Hunter, but they can't hold onto him. He twists like a deranged animal out of their grip. Lucky doesn't help them either as he aggressively nips at them every time they try to touch Clint.

Simmons is finally successful in breaking up the fight. She manages to get ahold of Clint just long enough to inject with with a sedative. As the drug begins pulling on his limbs, Coulson and May are able to drag Clint off of Hunter. Simmons begins treating Hunter's wounds. Coulson and May continue to carry the now unconcious Clint out of the room. Coulson leads them to a guest room, where they lay Clint down on the bed. Knowing that restraints won't actually hold Clint once he wakes up, they forgo any preemptive measure to prevent Clint from moving once he wakes up again. Instead Coulson orders Daisy to watch him until he wakes up, knowing that Daisy is the only one who can hold her own against him.