Felicity and Clint walked into the farmhouse. Clint shut the door and signed, Are there any bugs?

Felicity pulled out her tablet and sent out an EMP. Then she jammed the signal so no one could use it as a listening device. They'd left all their other electronics at the tower. "We're good." She said. Clint exhaled, his shoulders losing their earlier tension. Collapsing on the couch, he glared at the ceiling.

"I hate this." He growled. "I hate looking over my shoulder, second guessing every word I say…" He clenched his fists. "It feels like I'm being held hostage. Actually no because I've been held hostage before and that was more pleasant."

Felicity sat next to him. "It's getting worse." She murmured. "Usually I could defuse whatever they'd throw at each other, but lately…" She bit her lip. "I can't go to the lab without Tony playing mind games with me and Steve's got perpetual disappointed face." She shuddered. "And the worst thing is, I'm supposed to mediate between them…but I can't stay unbiased anymore."

Clint sighed. "We could go on the run. Just you and me, Squeaky."

"Clint, there's something else." Felicity said, but Clint was lost in his train of thought.

"Of course we'd have to take Miles with us because this kinda environment isn't healthy for a 16 year old." He continued.

"Clint." Felicity tried again.

"I don't want to have to choose between my friends either, but –"

"I'M PREGNANT." Felicity shouted.

Clint turned to her, his mouth open in shock.

"What?" He asked softly.

"I know." Felicity averted her eyes. "We've been trying for months and then we said we'd stop because of the mess with the upcoming vote on the Registration Act and Tony and Steve, but I guess it just happened after our last fight with Vandal Savage. At the victory party when we got pretty drunk and traumatized poor Bruce when he found us in that closet? Anyways I was about 3 weeks late, which I thought was because of stress, then I threw up and I…I just had a feeling so I went to the pharmacy and got 5 different pregnancy tests just to be sure and they all came out positive. So I asked Bruce to run an exam and I know this isn't the best time with –"

Clint ran outside and yelled up at the sky "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!" He ran back in grinning from ear to ear. Kneeling on the ground in front of where Felicity was sitting on the couch, he stared at her abdomen. "Hey little guy." He murmured, tentatively reaching out a hand, looking up at Felicity for permission. She rolled her eyes and took his hand, pressing his palm on her stomach.

"I'm guessing there's no point in saying that it's too early to feel anything?" Felicity said, amused. "And who says it's a boy?"

Clint moved to sit behind her and pulled her onto his lap.

"Are you crying?" Felicity asked.

"These are manly tears." Clint insisted. "I don't care if the timing isn't ideal; we're not going to put our lives on hold because of few bigots in congress." He pecked her cheek. "I'm so happy, Squeaky."

They sat in silence, knowing that reality was doomed to burst their little bubble of happiness.

"This means we can't stay on the sidelines anymore." Felicity said.

"Let's be honest." Clint muttered. "I think both of us picked a side the second Congress announced they were creating that bill."

Felicity nodded. "We can't bring a child into a world where hatred and discrimination are law. We…" She bit her lip. "We're going to have to fight."

Clint grimaced. "On the bright side, Cap's no longer going to be using his disappointed face with us."


Clint decided he'd be the one to break the news to Miles. Ever since he and Felicity had become the younger hero's legal guardians, he'd been a part of their family and he was one of the only people besides Felicity that Clint still implicitly trusted. He took Miles out to lunch 3 days after Felicity had broken him the news.

"So how's school?" He asked as they sat in the diner booth.

"Good." Miles said. "Chem is kicking my ass though."

Clint snorted. "That's what you get for taking AP. I'm sure Bruce can help you if you want."

"No." Miles looked at him in horror. "Not again. The last time I asked Bruce for help he got so annoyed with the syllabus he called the school to have the curriculum changed. He nearly had a code green after he got into a shouting match with the head of the science department and my teacher still hates me."

"Well, you've got tons of other nerds to choose from." Clint said. "The STAR labs crew, Palmer…"

Miles leaned back and raised an amused eyebrow. "Aren't you married to one of those nerds?"

"Yes." Clint said. "And she's amazing and I love her, but it doesn't change the fact that she's a dork." He smiled "If anything it makes me love her more."

Miles retched. "You guys are sickening."

"Speaking of which." Clint said. "I asked you here because of something related to our epic love story. Felicity's pregnant."

"That's…" Miles grinned. "That's amazing, congrats man."

"We wanted you to be the first to know." Clint continued. "and you do know that this baby isn't going to change how much Felicity and I care about you, right?"

Miles nodded. "Yeah, I think I got that from the first 37 slightly uncomfortable and full of unnecessary information rambles that Felicity gave me when you guys first told me you were trying."

"It doesn't hurt to say it again." Clint fiddled with the unopened menu in front of him. "You're going to be a big part of this baby's life and…there's dangerous things happening now…things that are going to impact all of us."

"I know." Miles murmured. "A girl at my school changed yesterday. Right in the middle of the cafeteria. She just…turned to stone. They made us evacuate. I don't know what happened to her." He looked down at the table, distraught.

Clint rubbed his forehead. "Shit." He growled. "She's a damn kid." He shook his head. "What I was trying to say is…that if something happened to Felicity or me… that there's no one I'd trust more to look after junior."

"Thanks Clint." Miles voice was strangled. He clenched his fists. "Do you really think they'll make people register?"

"I don't know." Clint said. "The act has a lot of support and it doesn't help that you've got crazies like J Jonah Jameson screaming for our heads every other day."

"You mean my head." Miles corrected.

"I was trying to be nice about it." Clint muttered.

Miles looked out the window at the people passing by. "There aren't many of us with secret identities anymore. I'm the only one left in the tower." He looked Clint straight in the eye. "If it passes, I'm standing with Cap."

Clint felt a swell of pride. "Wouldn't expect anything less." He said. "It looks like we'll be jumping on the freedom train as well."

"I hear they hand out free apple pie." Miles said, sarcastically. Clint snorted, pressing his hand against his chest.

"It warms my cold cold heart that you've taken up my sarcasm."

Miles rolled his eyes. "Felicity's not the only dork in your relationship." He muttered, picking up his menu. "What's the milkshake situation here?"

The two lapsed into small talk about food choices and potential baby names, happy to pretend, for a moment at least, that they were two people having lunch and that their world wasn't on the brink of falling apart.


"Oh Squeaky, I'm home." Clint called as he came into the apartment carrying some shopping bags.

Felicity looked up from the couch where she was going over some info on her tablet. Clint leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek as he passed on his way to the kitchen. Lucky barked, bounding after him, clearly hoping the bags included treats. Clint pulled out a new chew toy and tossed it across the room so it landed on Felicity's lap. The dog took off and jumped on the couch, landing on top of Felicity.

"CLINT." She shouted, fighting Lucky off and tossing the chew toy on the ground.

"Oops." Clint said, innocently. "I swear I was aiming for his bed."

"Uh huh." Felicity fixed him with a glare, while Lucky went after the toy. "Expect retaliation."

Clint put the shopping bags down. "Awww, there's the evil mastermind I fell in love with."

Felicity bit back a grin as she stood and walked over to him. Putting her tablet down, she jumped up and sat on the counter, swinging her legs. Clint shook his head at her antics.

"How was your day?" He asked.

Felicity sighed, any trace of humor evaporated.

"Tony?" Clint asked. Does he suspect? He signed. Though they'd told Steve their intention to back him, they hadn't officially picked a side in the interest of maintaining tower order. Felicity shook her head.

"We were running diagnostics on Bucky's arm when Ray called in from Starling." She bit her lip. "I think he's siding with Tony. Bucky got pissed and Tony basically told him that he didn't know why he was being so polite to the man who'd killed his parents."

Clint, who'd just opened one of the cabinets, exhaled loudly. "Stark has a real fucked up way of communicating with others."

"Bucky gives himself enough hell without Tony adding to his guilt." Felicity muttered. "He was goading him. He wanted him to react."

"How did Barnes take it?" Clint asked.

"He just got that…blank look." Felicity said. "I finished the work on his arm as quickly as I could and I made sure that Stark didn't try and slip any locator tech in it." If we have to execute the plan we can't have him be capable of tracking Barnes or any of us. She added in sign language. I checked over your quiver too.

Clint smiled at her foresight. "Thanks babe."

Felicity eyed the bags. "Anything for me?" She asked.

"As a matter of fact." Clint pulled out a bottle of vitamin d tablets, followed by a bottle of fish oil tablets, and prenatal vitamins.

"Oh, just what I always wanted." Felicity said dryly. Clint tapped her nose.

"You need these." He grinned. "It's not just you anymore."

"Oh believe me," Felicity said. "I know."

Clint sighed. "I don't mean to sound patronizing, but we're going to need you strong in case…" He didn't have to finish. Both of them knew. The day of the senate vote was coming up fast. They might soon have to abandon their lives and go into hiding. Clint cleared his throat. "So, anyways. Team dinner tonight, should be fun."

"You mean it should end in murder." Felicity muttered, she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Would it be terrible if I skipped? I'm so tired."

"No one's going to think less of you if you skip the Mandatory Fun Time Stark's imposing." Clint said. "It's not your job to be the Avengers' peer mediator…" Felicity shot him a look. "Well, it sort of is, but this crisis and registration mess is way out of your wheelhouse. No one will be mad at you for taking a break." He kissed her. "Do you want me to make something for you?"

Felicity shook her head. "No, go. I've got leftover spaghetti from yesterday in the fridge. Just go and make sure they all don't kill each other."

Clint pouted. "Can't I stay here and cuddle with you?" He wound his arms around her waist.

"You need to talk to Nat." Felicity smiled, but gently pushed him off. "Battle lines are being drawn and I'm not sure she's on the same side as us."

Clint closed his eyes. "Nat's my best friend." He murmured. "I don't…she can't be on Stark's side."

"There has to be a reason Steve hasn't included her in the meetings." Felicity pointed out gently. It was true. All the people who were anti registration had been holding secret meetings and Natasha hadn't been to one of them. Clint frowned and nodded stiffly.

"I'll go." He sighed. "Get some rest, I'll be back as soon as I can."


When Clint entered the main dining area all of the other Tower inhabitants had already arrived. Everyone was silent and the atmosphere was tense and dark as if a giant cloud were looming over their heads. The long rectangular table was in the center. Tony sat on one end with Steve at the other. At Tony's right was Rhodey, at his left, Bruce. Sara Lance, who was visiting from Starling, was sitting next to Rhodey and next to her was…Natasha. Clint kept his expression neutral sweeping his eyes to the other end of the table he noted that Bucky was sitting at Steve's right with Sam at his left. Miles was next to Bucky and Laurel was sitting next to Falcon. There were empty seats separating the two factions. Clint rolled his eyes. "Well, this is cozy." He remarked as everyone looked at him silently, their eyes asking the question they didn't want to voice. "Anyone notice how much quieter it's been since Thor went back to Asgard?" He took a seat in the middle of the table.

"Where's Felicity?" Tony asked

"Headache." Clint said, noncommittally. Steve and Bucky shared a look then glared at Tony, no doubt Bucky had told Steve of the billionaire's latest comment on Bucky's hydra past.

"Shame." Tony said. "We were….expecting." He put extra emphasis on the word. "Her to join us."

"If she's not feeling well then let her be." Steve growled. "You can't force someone to do something that –"

"I'm capable of defending my own wife, thanks Cap." Clint cut him off before he could go any further knowing full well that Steve hadn't been talking about Felicity's headache. He replayed Tony's words in his mind. Then he realized that Bruce was sitting on Tony's side….and that Felicity had asked him to do the pregnancy examination. Tony knew. Clint shot Bruce an angry look, but the scientist was silently focused on the plate in front of him. Clint grabbed his utensils and stabbed at his food, not paying any real attention to what he was eating. Felicity had trusted Bruce and he'd betrayed her. When had this all gone so wrong? He could feel Miles watching him; no doubt the younger hero had understood Tony's implication as well.

"How about them sports?" Clint said through gritted teeth in an effort to steer the conversation towards any neutral territory. "I hear some people won and others lost."

"That's the way sports work." Tony said. "There are rules and regulations to keep people safe. You can't just oppose them because they're inconvenient."

"It's not a question of inconvenience, Tony." Steve growled. "It's a question of what's right."

"If you don't follow the rules in sports it makes you a cheater." Tony retorted. Clint face palmed; Felicity was much better at the diplomacy thing than he was. She'd have known how to diffuse this…or better yet how to have avoided it the first place.

"An unjust law is no law at all." Steve shot back. Clint recognized the quote as one of Dr. King's.

"I see we've caught up the 60's." Tony said sarcastically.

"You can make fun of me for being old all you want, Stark." Steve said, standing. "But I've seen what happens when people are used as scapegoats to insight public fear. And what happens after they're forced to register on a government database."

"The difference being," Tony stood up as well. "That those people were ordinary humans."

"So are these people." Steve insisted.

"If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the people we fight against." Tony shouted.

"How about," Clint jumped up. "We discuss how well Miles did on his last chem test." He looked desperately at Miles who was glaring at Tony. "Tell them, Miles. You got what? A 93?" Miles locked eyes with Clint and for a second, it seemed that he was going to join in on the argument, then he relented.

"97" he corrected.

"That's great, Miles." Bruce said softly, he flinched when Miles shot him an anger filled glare.

"I know." He said, looking back down at his food.

Steve and Tony sat back down, still glaring daggers at each other. The meal continued in silence. When everyone finished, they didn't stick around. Tony dragged Bruce down to the labs and Steve and Bucky went to the gym, probably to work off some excess anger. The rest of the group broke apart into huddled groups. Sam, Laurel and Miles who were making a halfhearted attempt at a conversation about Miles' day at school Rhodey and Sara were sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels…which left Nat.

Clint motioned for her to meet him on the balcony. "You're siding with Stark." He said when she closed the door.

"And you're siding with Cap." She said softly. "You and Felicity both are."

Clint looked out over the city. "Tasha, I'm not going to try and change your mind…I just want to understand why."

"The act allocates funds for research into a cure." She said. Clint shook his head.

"A cure? Really? These are people we're talking about."

"Inhumans." Natasha corrected. "If I had the chance to undo what the Red Room turned me into I'd take it in a heartbeat."

"Be that as it may you don't have the right to force your choice on others."

"Clint."

"Do you honestly think the government is going to make this cure optional?" Clint growled. "Especially since they'll oh so conveniently have a list of names and addresses of where to send the men in black with the needles."

"Maybe it would be better if no one had powers." Natasha retorted.

"You and I don't have any and we're just as dangerous as Rogers or Allen. More so, because we're more willing to cross the line than they are." Clint growled.

"And maybe that's wrong too." Natasha said, turning to face the city. "If even a fraction of us turned bad…" She shook her head.

"So what's next, a superhero registry?" Clint asked.

Before Natasha could respond Miles opened the door to the balcony and stuck his head out. "You better come quick."

Following Miles inside Clint noted that everyone was riveted to the TV. There was a breaking news bulletin out of Oklahoma. A fire had broken out at a high school football game and they were reporting multiple casualties.

"Though the exact details of the attack are unclear, witnesses say a young man who is a student at the school arrived at the game and began shooting fire out of his hands, engulfing the stadium in flames. It is believed that the suspect had set fire to his parent's house before setting his sights on the football game. We don't have an exact body count; all we know is that the number keeps rising."

The image shifted to one of a press conference on the steps of the Capitol building in Washington where Senator Trask, one of the lead voices pushing for the registration legislation, was talking to reporters.

"Because of these tragic events, my fellow senators and I believe we can no longer put off voting on what would have been a lifesaving piece of legislation. These Inhumans are a threat to our very survival and we're calling a vote within the hour. We will not allow these alien freaks to-"

"Shut it off." Clint growled. JARVIS turned off the TV. Everyone stared at the black screen in silence.

"So that's it." Miles said. "They're actually passing that piece of garbage."

"Miles." Sam said, looking uneasily at Natasha and Sara.

"I'm not fucking registering." Miles growled.

"I think it's bed time." Clint grabbed Miles before a fight could start and dragged him on to the elevator.

"Clint." Natasha said, Clint paused and turned to look at her. "For all Cap's talk about freedom and choice, I don't see him offering any solutions to prevent something like this."

Clint clenched his jaw. "I hope you're happy with the side you've chosen." He said, before the doors closed.

"We need to warn Felicity." Clint said. "Them voting moves up our time table and makes evacuation more difficult."


Felicity had tried to eat the spaghetti, but the sight of it had made her nauseas and she'd accidentally burned it. Throwing it out, she tried to go to sleep, but the dizziness she'd been feeling on and off came back with a vengeance.

"I guess that pregnancy glow people talk about is just the shimmer of a woman losing her will to live." Felicity groaned. "7 and a half more months to go." Maybe the vitamins Clint had brought would help. She opened the cabinet and pulled out the three bottles, taking a tablet out of each of them. Grabbing a glass and filling it up with water she took the three tablets. She was leaning against the counter top when it happened. There was a strange feeling in her stomach and suddenly she began to see stone forming on her arms, legs.

"CLI-" She called out before her entire body was encased in the stone.


The elevator stopped at Clint and Felicity's floor and the doors opened. Lucky was howling loudly. Miles and Clint stepped off and warily entered, Clint grabbing the extra bow he kept stashed in the umbrella stand next to the door.

"Squeaky?" He called out softly. "Felicity where are you?"

He found Lucky in the kitchen howling at a statue, which was strange since he didn't remember them getting putting a statue in the middle of the kitchen or anywhere in the apartment…then he really looked at it. Miles gasped next to him and there was a clanging sound, which Clint dimly registered as the sound of him dropping his bow.

"Felicity?" He gasped, moving forward, looking at the statue which was a perfect replica of his wife. She was looking up, her mouth frozen open as though she were saying something. There was terror on her face. "No." He said softly. "No no no no no no." He sank to his knees in front of her, pressing his face against her stomach. The cold hard rock feeling so wrong, so unlike the women he knew and loved. He'd seen enough of the weird rock shells that the Inhumans came out of to know what was happening. But to see the after math was completely different from having it happen to someone he loved and cared about.

"We should call someone." Miles said. "Dr. Banner."

"No." Clint said hoarsely. "He's on his side." He stood, wiping his eyes. "If Stark finds out, he'll drag her in front of the national press and force her to register where the whole world can see." He shook his head, looking at Felicity's terrified face. "There's a change of plans. You're not going to take part in the civil disobedience routine Cap had planned for when the act passed." Miles was about to protest when Clint put his hands on his shoulders. "I'll stand with Cap, but I need you to get Felicity to safety. Do you remember when she taught you how to hack a quinjet and make it untraceable?"

Miles nodded.

"Good. I'll take you both there and you'll leave." He'd switched to battle mode. Get out, protect, survive. Felicity needed him focused. He could freak out once they were both safe. "Once you're in the air I'll send you coordinates of where you need to go." He pulled out his phone. Staring at the screen he dialed the number he'd been saving in case of emergencies.

"It's Barton." He said when the other person answered. "I wouldn't have called if it weren't urgent." He looked at Felicity's frightened features. "I need your help."


AN: So as you've probably guessed this is an AU of Civil War. I'm going to be borrowing heavily from the Xmen (IE mutant registration act and Senator Trask) and also from the Inhumans storyline on Agents of SHIELD. Updates to this story aren't going to be frequent, but the chapters are going to be longer.

For those of you who don't watch Agents of SHIELD Inhumans are a group of people who are descended from some Kree (Alien species) who landed on earth and did some experimentation in making human kree hybrid weapons. An presents as a regular human until they go through a process called terregenesis which involves exposure to Kree crystals. The person is then encased in a cocoon and emerges with powers, abilities or (in some extreme cases) with a completely different outward appearance. In Agents of SHIELD a bunch of Kreee crystals were accidentally dumped in the oceans and disintegrated getting into the ocean ecosystem which eventually lead to the fish oil tablets. I'm using the public panic generated from people spontaneously turning as the background for the registration act.

The Pro registration (Team Tony) Are:
White Canary (Sara Lance)
War Machine (James Rhodes)
Black Widow (Natasha Romanov)
Bruce Banner
The Atom (Ray Palmer)

Anti Registration (Team Cap) Are:
Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes)
Black Canary (Laurel Lance)
Falcon (Sam Wilson)
Spiderman (Miles Morales)
Hawkeye (Clint Barton)
Felicity Smoak-Barton

The line ups are subject to change and be added on to as the story goes on.

Disclaimer: I own nothing