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Chapter Two: Clones?

Natasha's POV

Natasha Romanoff was a Russian spy trained to withstand practically any type of torture and mind tricks. Which is ironic, considering she was brainwashed by the KGB for multiple years before she was saved by Clint. So, when she was forced into an incredible awkward situation that the Black Widow program didn't train her for, she did what Clint did literally, roll with the punches, although she wasn't as sarcastic with her interrogators as Clint was.

What was originally supposed to be an extremely easy mission, fetching important presidential papers with some type of information that she would illegally read later from a Hydra base went completely wrong. Before she got onto the plane, she had some coffee at the SHIELD base. Twenty minutes later, while boarding the plane, ignoring the feeling of haziness clouding her brain and the nausea settling in her stomach, she sat down, reading over the plans once more. Five minutes later, she couldn't focus and the agent, whom she forgot the name of, whispered into her ear, wishing her sweet dreams and a hail Hydra, she knew she was in trouble.

Next thing she knew, she woke up inside a small room tied (poorly) up, with only her arms and midsection tied. Whoever was holding her hostage only took her gun, but completely missed her knives hidden in her pant leg and the emergency comm link Steve made everyone wear (although Clint barely did) because they were all constantly targeted and sometimes caught unaware.

When the first agent came in, a young female with brownish- blackish hair tied up in a tight ponytail, eyes narrowed, lips tight, and striking eyes, Natasha just raised the eyebrow that Clint referred to as "The eyebrow raise of all eyebrow raises." She leaned back in her chair as best as she could, and promised herself that once the Avengers came and crashed the party, with Stark being as annoying as only Stark could, she would just respond that she knew what was happening all along and let herself be kidnapped and interrogated for that long while Bruce and Clint just rolled their eyes.

She ended up turning the interrogation onto the girl, whose name was Jane, and she had to stop herself from smirking when Jane gave up and stomped out of the room. As Jane opened the door, she saw that the door was unguarded and that they were in a house, based on the bathroom across the small hall. She couldn't see anything really past that, but she knew she wasn't in need to hurry and get out.

Once the next guy came in, all bark but no bite, threatening her with torture and what not. She almost felt like falling asleep, just so then she could piss this guy off even more. She set off her emergency comm, which was hidden in a place that she wouldn't tell anyone thank you very much, and barely listened until the guy, Ethan, leaned in and stared her into her eyes, and asked who she worked for and why she killed those four IMF agents.

That part caught her attention. She narrowed her eyes at the question. She had only a little idea of who and what the IMF was, and she definitely didn't know any information regarding the agents. She denied any claims about her killing them, and when they asked who she worked for she said nothing. The game continued for another painstaking twenty minutes, until Ethan put his hand up to his comm link in the ear, accompanied by a confused face, he got up and left.

Sighing, she knew it would be a little while until the rest of the Avengers came in and "rescue her." Even longer if they were off fighting against some aliens or another lab experiment gone wrong. She sat in silence for barely another minute until the door opened again and a man walked in. She almost groaned at this, she didn't feel like going through this again, and she could really use a cup of non-drugged coffee.

She analyzed the man and was immediately put on her toes. He had dirty blonde hair, smoothed down, with blue, piercing eyes- the same pair she had only seen throughout her entire life and world adventures once, and that was on her best friend Clint Barton. The two of them were identical in practically every way. Sure, Clint had only a little more muscle mass, but that was barely noticeable. The way he walked over, a swagger to his step, and took the chair and swung it around so he was sitting backwards on it, a smirk on his face while he called him Nat, just like Clint does. The man's entire entrance screamed Clint, except for when he pulled out his gun and set it on the table facing himself. She definitely didn't keep the surprise off her face too well either, and she mentally smacked herself for it too.

Will's POV

William Brandt walked into the room filled with as much Clint-ness as possible. Anything that would make her feel nervous or lower her character. He already knew she hadn't killed the IMF agents, and it was a painful blow to his mental state that the IMF hadn't figured anything out yet about the IMF agents, and the fact that they had started persecuting innocents. Or somewhat innocent, at least.

He made sure Benji had cut the cameras, and not that he didn't trust Benji, he knew Ethan would force them to be put back online. So he cut the wire connecting the camera to the computer in half and made sure to leave his comm link on the table. He took out his phone so Benji wouldn't hack into it, and he made sure that they had no way of gaining insight onto his interrogation.

He knew that Clint had an emergency comm link that he barely wore, seeing as he didn't want Stark knowing that he was talking to his bro late at night or when he went on top secret solo missions. So, he figured that the other Avengers had them too. And based on Natasha's lack of stabbing people and escaping, she was just in for the ride and waiting for the Avengers to crash the party. Knowing his time was scarce, he set down his gun as a small sign of peace and went straight into business.

"Look, I know you didn't kill those IMF agents." He said, gauging Natasha's reaction.

With pursed lips and a quirked eyebrow, Natasha still couldn't get the fact that this guy looked like Clint. She remained quiet for a second before speaking. "Finally they send someone in who knows something."

Will snorted, "The information we had was a bunch of crap. They don't even recognize you as an Avenger."

Natasha didn't know if that was a sign of idiocrasy or if this guy knew what he was talking about. Narrowing her eyes, she asked her next question. "How do you know all of this information?"

Will licked his lips. This was the critical part. If she didn't believe him, he wouldn't be able to get any answers about why she was here or if the Avengers knew she was being held by the IMF and Clint was just playing a joke. If the Avengers had no idea that the IMF had her, they could easily come in her with guns- or arrows- blazing. He was also sure that the text message was the key to Natasha being her in the first place.

Sighing, he let out the truth. "I'm Clint's twin brother."

Will carefully watched Natasha's expression. It didn't reveal that she didn't believe him, but it also didn't reveal if she did believe him. Natasha's eyes went even more narrower, as if she was actually considering this. "Prove it."

Will let out a breath he had no idea he was holding. He could easily prove this. Clint didn't open up to very many people. The embarrassing stories he had about Clint was more than even Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, and Natasha knew combined.

"His favorite color is purple, favorite food is pizza, doesn't matter the topping as long as it isn't pineapple and ham. He thinks that type of pizza is worse than any type of Hydra experiment. He was born in Iowa, orphaned at eight, and both of us and our older brother ran away to Carson's Traveling Circus at age ten. He was trained in archery, got betrayed by his mentor and brother and left for dead. He eventually was recruited by Phil Coulson working for SHIELD. He met you a few years in, made a different call, and brought you back. He was chosen for the Avengers Initiative, and he was then mind controlled by a Norse God because Whoopi! Aliens exist! His friend, Phil Coulson, was killed and he blamed himself for that. He lives at Stark Tower part time on the floor under Thor and above yours. And if that wasn't enough, I know everything that went down in Budapest over those three weeks."

Natasha's eyes flashed slightly at the last part, but she seemed to be thinking over his words very carefully, as if chewing them and tasting them to see what each tasted like. She mulled it over for the next two minutes, while Will impatiently tapped his fingers. Finally, she nodded her head. "I believe you. But why bother telling me this anyways?"

Will felt relieved at her response. There had been a few cases with people that didn't believe him. Mostly criminals looking for revenge against Clint, and then others like Phil and even Fury. Although Fury was a very interesting story for another time.

Answering her question, he replied: "I know you have the comm link, and you've probably set it off already. How long do you think we have until the Avengers come crashing in?"

Natasha shrugged. It wouldn't do him any good if she told him, anyways. "I give them at least five minutes, fifteen at most."

Will nodded. "I have business to take up with Clint. You being here isn't a coincidence- someone purposely set this up and I have a feeling they're not going to be very friendly when they get here. I'm just going to assume that Clint or the other Avengers have no idea that the IMF is holding you hostage, right?"

Natasha nodded.

"That means they're probably going to come into here looking for blood, and if they try to talk their way through it my team is just going to shoot. Except Benji, because he's going to be stuck fanboying over Stark. But I'd rather see my team and my brother in one piece, so I'm going to let you go out there as soon as they come in. Sound good?"

Natasha nodded again. She strangely trusted Will, but she had no idea why he needed to be so secretive about meeting Clint or what in the hell he meant by this being set up. That meant that both of their organizations had moles in them, and they had already dealt with a Hydra invasion just recently. Whatever was going to go down, she was looking forward to it.

Ethan heard the door fall before he saw it. The next thing he knew, he had his gun raised and pointed at none other than Captain Freaking America in all of his American greatness. Iron Man, who had openly announced that the man in the suit was the Tony Stark, came next, repulsors aimed and ready to fire. Thor stood on the captains left side, Mjolnir held up, ready to strike. Hawkeye the "man who never misses" (Ethan mentally snorted at that- nobody could ever not miss) had his 180- pound bow drawn with a sharp arrow, and three more in his hand. There was something Ethan recognized about the man, but he didn't know from where. Didn't matter anyway. Even if they were the Avengers, at least Hawkeye and the Black Widow would end up riddled with bullet holes.

Wait- the Black Widow? Ethan suddenly realized who they had in their custody, and why the Avengers busted down their front door. Benji had too.

"Umm Ethan, I think the Black Widow we have is the Avenger Black Widow. This isn't good, not good at all! We're screwed Ethan!" Benji said, eyes widening with each word.

"Shut up, Benji. I know." Ethan hissed back, promptly stopping the British man's ramblings.

Ethan looked at his team. He knew Will was still in there with the Widow, and they had no way of contacting him inside to bring the Widow out as a hostage, because Brandt just had to cut the damn wires. Jane had no hesitation bringing her gun up and aiming it at the good 'ol captain, which in itself was a scary thought. Captain America was a hero. Benji had his gun up too, but Ethan doubt it was even loaded or off the safety. There was no way he would try to shoot Tony Stark.

It didn't matter though. The IMF gave their team a mission, and they will do their darn best to complete it.

Finally, Mr. Red, White & Blue spoke up. "You can either hand us over the Widow quietly and we'll take you in for questioning with no blood shed, or we can do this the hard way."

If it was possible, the tension that filled the room sky rocketed. The Avengers took a tighter more offensive grip on their weapons, and Hunt's team took their stand. Both sides knew this was going to end up in bloodshed and someone going on a trip to the morgue.

It was as if Will sensed the tension, because following those intense five seconds before someone pulled the trigger, the door to the bedroom opened. And instead of Will walking out, it was the Black Widow.

Ethan instantly stood even more battle ready at the sign of the suspect walking out instead of his friend, and he assumed the worse while Natasha walked out of the room, all spunk in her step, a sly devilish smile on her face, and her eyes held a mischievous look. She made her way over to where Hawkeye stood, who seemed to relax a bit.

All three of the IMF agents assumed the worse, and snarling, Ethan held up his gun and aimed at the Widow, finger ready to pull the trigger in 5, 4, 3, 2…

A second before he squeezed the trigger, he heard Will's voice call out. "Stop it Ethan, before you do something even more stupider than attacking the Avengers!"

Will walked out of the room, closing the door shut behind him. He had his sleeves rolled up, gun tucked into his waistband, hands raised. He reached towards the table to grab his phone while everyone looked on in mass confusion.

"I assure you, this is all a big misunderstanding. Ethan, put your gun away- same for you Jane. Now." He said the last part a bit harsher and louder. Ethan hesitantly put his gun away, and so did Jane. Benji had already put his gun down, and was looking between Will, his friend, and Hawkeye, the Avenger.

The Avengers didn't know what was really happening. They got Natasha with no force, and the man who just walked out of the room was calmly talking with his hands up as if this was a regular occurrence. He grabbed his phone and casually, as if talking to friends rather than ex assassins and lab experiments, genius and a god, for crying out loud! And him saying this was all a misunderstanding, and making the other agents put their guns away, something was completely out of place here. Especially how the Brit looked constantly between the man and Clint.

Stark lifted up his faceplate, but kept his repulsors up, though aimed a little lower. "A big misunderstanding? You're kidding me right? How could you mistake an Avenger for a lowlife assassin and murderer? No offense, Widow."

The other Avengers seemed to agree, and slowly lowered their weapons slightly. Clint's bow was completely limp, and the four arrows tucked safely into their quivers. Natasha looked between Clint and the man a few times. She smiled slightly, before saying:

"You guys do look a lot alike, you know."

Stark shot her a confused look, along with Thor and Rogers. Clint just smiled, before looking across the room where Will sat leaned against the table, arms braced on both sides.

"I never thought the IMF kidnapped Avengers, and I thought for sure my own twin would've told me he had my best friend interrogated."

Ethan and the Avengers looked on in extreme confusion, besides Natasha and Jane, who just had her eyes narrowed dangerously low.

Will shrugged. "I'm fine with it, as long as it gets me out of the office. And it wouldn't be the first time you pulled something like this." He pushed his way off the table and walked towards Clint, no one raising a finger or a gun. Or a hammer.

Clint walked forward a little bit in turn, so the stood right in the middle between the two teams. "Hello, Clint."

"Sup, Willy." The two brothers shared a brief hug, before Clint went all into older- twin- protection- mode.

"Something's wrong, isn't it. You have that look." Will stared at him for a few seconds before sighing.

He spoke in a low voice, making sure their teams couldn't hear them. "It's this whole entire thing- Natasha being kidnapped was set up. We were meant to meet here."

Clint narrowed his eyes. "How do you know this?"

In turn, Will unlocked his phone, which was Stark Technology unlike the other standard IMF phones, which were all Hammer. Clint had given him this after he kept on complaining about Hammer tech.

Going into the messages, he pulled up the one from the blocked number and handed it to Clint, who's eyes widened as he read the text message. "I traced the signal, it led directly back to IMF headquarters. We were set up. And I think this all has to do with Purple Day."

Clint rolled his eyes at the name, but quickly continued. "Do you think they're going to come for a "visit?"

Will shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think they expected the emergency comm link. But by now they've probably realized that there is a big ass quinjet sitting in the front lawn."

"Shut up, we thought Natasha was actually in grave danger. We can't remain here, so where do we go?"

Will bit his lip. Clint realized he did that whenever he was thinking something over or unsure of something. "The IMF is infected, and Barney is alive somehow and we have a bunch of people we pissed off coming after us. What's one of the safest, secure buildings in the US?"

Clint groaned, he knew where this was going. "Shield just dealt with Hydra- and I don't know how willing Stark would be to let four strangers live in his building."

Will glared slightly at his twin. "Shield should understand what the IMF is going through then. I trust Fury too." Clint shot him a confused look, but Will continued. "We said that as soon as this got personal, we would take action. I count this as personal."

Clint considered this for a moment while eyeing his twin. He really didn't want Stark to perform experiments or anything on Will, and with Barney being involved, he really wanted to keep his team safe. He remembered all too clearly what happened during their Purple Day adventure- and he knew Will wasn't recovered all the way from that too. Now diving straight into something like this, this was going to be dangerous. But it had to be done.

"Fine- as long as you make sure Jane doesn't shoot Stark or anything." Clint said.

Will grinned. "Deal, as long as you make sure Stark and Natasha don't shoot Benji."

Clint rolled his eyes, and nodded.

"Could someone explain what the hell is going on here?" Tony Stark said, raising his voice.

Clint turned to Stark. "Cool your tits, tinman. Avengers, meet my twin brother, William Brandt."

Will turned to address his team: "Ethan, Jane, Benji- meet my annoying twin brother Clint Barton."

Clint spoke next. "And we're all taking a fieldtrip back to Shield Headquarters and then to Stark Tower!" He finished, clapping his hand together.

There was an immediate uproar:

"Why are we going to my tower?"

"What about the IMF?"

"We just tried to kill each other, and now you expect us to live together, for like no reason?"

"Why?"

"This isn't going to be good for Banner's anger issues, you know."

Clint and Will shared a sigh.

"Stark; we are going to your tower, or else I'll tell Pepper about the bunny accident." Stark's face went considerably pale, and he mumbled a quick 'whatever' "The IMF has enough problems. They'll be fine for now- they aren't looking for any nuclear physicists who want to blow the world up or anything. The whole 'Natasha being kidnapped' was just a big misunderstanding that was purposely set up by someone to get us here together. The 'why' will be -mostly- explained shortly. So now if everyone could please get out and onto the big ass ship!"

Cap muttered a quick and quiet 'language' under his breath, but everyone seemed to take the twins word and throwing an untrustworthy glance at the other team, they all filed out of the room in a nice and somewhat orderly fashion until it was just Clint and Will left.

"I hope we know what we're doing, Clint." Will admitted.

"I do too, Willy. What about these computers and stuff?" Clint said, gesturing to Benji's technology strewed on the table.

Will shrugged. "We have no use of it, and it has nothing important on it, nothing that Barney or the carnies haven't gotten their hands on." Will was quiet for a minute. "What if we're wrong? About this whole thing, and it all being connected with Purple Day and our days at the circus?"

Clint shook his head. "You doubt yourself too much, sometimes. If we are wrong, which we probably aren't, all things considering, it was time for our teams to meet. It was bound to happen anytime. Come on, let's leave and give everyone a heart attack at the Shield base. And how do you even know Fury?"

Will got a twinkle in his eye, "We all have our secrets, don't we Clint?" Clint rolled his eyes. "I'll be out in a minute, have to make a quick phone call."

"Whatever, meet you out there."

Will nodded and took out his phone, waiting for Clint to leave. As soon as he left, he called the analyst he had left currently in charge- Sammy Bridge.

"Hey Sammy, the team's following a lead, don't know for how long or anything. But I'm keeping you as head analyst for now, but that still means you can't touch the coffee. Depending on how this 'thing' goes, make sure that if you see or feel anything shady going on, get out of there. Call in sick and get away, and put Arthur in charge. Be smart."

He hung up, but still couldn't keep the feeling of unease settling in his stomach. If they found out he had friends in the IMF besides his team, well, it wouldn't be the first time they used someone he cared about against him. He just hoped Samantha took his warning seriously.

He turned and quickly made his way out and aboard the quinjet. It was actually quite roomy, and he took a seat next to Benji, who's mouth was still slightly hung open like a fish, and across from Clint. Clint seemed to be looking for any clue on his face about what's going on in his head, but couldn't. Tony had the quinjet being flown on autopilot to the Shield base, and an uneasy feeling had swept over the plane.

"So, are you two clones or…" Tony started, changed out of his Ironman suit.

Will and Clint sighed simultaneously. When they were younger, kids at school would ask them the same question. They shared a look, then spoke at the same time. "We are not genetically engineered at all- at the end of the day, we're just two twins talking to an idiot."

Tony narrowed his eyes at them. "Notting Hill, really? And has anyone told you that's really creepy?"

The twins shrugged, "Why else would we do it?"

"Good point. When are we going to find out why we're taking you and your team to a super-secret spy base for no given reason?"

Will smiled slightly as everyone in the plane turned to look at him. "It will all be explained shortly."

Author's End Note: Yep- another chapter that basically nothing happened in. Don't worry- next chapter we'll find out what in the hell is going on with the Barton boys, and where carnies and Hydra end up in all of this. And to those who know who Barney is, what role do you think he has? And why does Fury know Will? And what part does Sammy play in this- is she good or bad? Don't worry- she's not a love interest or anything. More like a mentor/ student/friendship. So many questions, but next chapter we'll hopefully get these answers. Exposition is done, and now we're getting into the juicy stuff. Be ready for more brotherly bonding and Clint meeting Ethan. (There's a few bumps in the road between them.) And yes, the Notting Hill reference is a very poor one indeed.

So until next time! And maybe we'll find out just what Purple Day is…