Clint Barton was very confused when he got off the phone to Natasha at 2 in the morning. He didn't understand why he had to get involved with the Avengers again, hadn't New York been enough for a while. Nat had instructed him to meet at Stark's house on the coast in 2 days. When it came to Natasha, Clint had a very soft spot for her. He would protect her in any way possible. Clint knew when she was upset or angry, happy or sad which I why her phone call had confused him. She sounded scared, a very rare emotion for a highly skilled assassin to have, because of this he got out of his bed and started packing his bag for his long trip to California.

As Clint was packing he was running through his head why she would feel scared and so unsure of this situation. Was Nat scared that there are more idiots in suits to powerful for them to control? That wasn't it and Clint knew it, but telling himself that it was this reason gave him some understanding. Once he had packed two bags, one with civilian clothes and fake identities and one with his S.H.I.E.L.D identity and weapons including his bow and arrows.

Just as Clint was about to leave he heard a door being smashed in. Immediately Clint dominated a defensive pose and pulled his bow and quiver he stood at the side of his door. A few seconds felt like hours as he waited to see if the attacker was going to smash the door in. Clint heard heavy footsteps coming towards his door; a good assassin would not be this loud he thought.

Suddenly a huge boot kicked its way into the small room. Following the boot was a 6'5" mammoth of a man with a short military style buzz-cut in full camouflage trousers complete with military green tank top. He took a quick glance around the apartment and then spotted Clint stood next to him arrow poised and targeting the man heart.

"What do you want?" Clint asked in a clear loud voice to help him look intimidating against he giant.

"You little man" the stranger said menacingly as he made a grab for the bow. Clint released the arrow but the man was already behind the arrow tip. After a quick struggle the bow was thrown to the floor and the violence continued with fists. It took one punch to the rib cage and Clint knew this would be no easy fight.

"Why would you want me?" Clint asked in a desperate attempt to buy time.

The man looked at Clint like he was stupid then pointed to the bow.

"Because you should have joined us little man, with us you would be top of the chain! Have your own crew, have a good wage packet. Even have a wife, because we all know that Widow won't be saying 'I Do' any time soon" shouted the behemoth.

"You know that I would never join your group of manic terrorists!" Clint snarled. He was starting lose his patience with this man.

"All I wanted was to work with you, but after seeing New York I want to use you as my little minion, unable to control what you do… like a small robot. You should know how it feels, its happened before hasn't it Clint" the whispered. At this point Clint lost it. He hated people bringing up what happened to him with Loki. One swift kick to the man's throat rendered him motionless. The man fell to the floor gasping for air. The assassin side of Clint kicked in, he knew the man might survive his kick, so he thought it best end his life there and then. He found the arrow that was loaded into the bow and plunged it into the man's chest, straight into his heart.

Then just like nothing had happened Clint picked up his bags and all of the man's possessions including his wallet and gun and travelled to the elevator to the make shift lobby of this small motel. He checked out, thankful that he had used an alias and apologised for the mess he had made in the room. With that he left 'The Palm Motel' and travelled to Lampang Airport to catch the next flight to England. He would of preferred to catch a direct flight to California but Nat said that he had to find Steve Rodgers who was apparently staying there. All the way to the airport he kept staring out the window for potential threats, something he hadn't done in months. It felt odd to be a target again, that's when it hit him. This is what Natasha was scared of, she was scared of being a target again.

As soon as Clint got into the airport he went straight to the 'Private Plane' section of the airport and using one of his many ideas, checkout his plane he had flow in on. As he waited for some airport security he tried to remember what the man had said 'Should have joined us' yes that is what he said. Looking through the man's wallet he found a drivers licence. Fredrick Mason. Clint was so shocked he didn't notice a flight attendant walk over to him.

"Mr Watson, your plane is ready, have a safe flight to England" she overly polite woman said before tottering off in her ridiculously high heels. Clint slowly got up and walked out of the building towards his private jet. It wasn't really his. It was S.H.I.E.L.D.S but they wouldn't care if one went missing under his name. after doing some final checks Clint lined up with the runway, with the go ahead from the control tower he started to speed down the runway, 20 seconds later he was in the air climbing altitude to his cruising height.

3 hours into the flight and Clint was bored, there was nothing for him to do but pull out his bow and start to clean it. This bow was specially designed for him. Palm and finger recognition meant that the bow would only open to him. It had the strongest arms on a bow that had been made with the same metal alloy as Starks Ironman suit. The arrows were made by Stark industries too, a carbon fibre blend with made them strong but light enough to travel seamlessly through the air. Then he paused and thought. Why were they meeting at the Stark mansion and not the Stark Tower? That's when he realised it was a more personal matter than a business meeting which made Clint nervous.

After 2 stop for fuel in Berlin and France Clint finally made it to England he went onto his next mission. Trying to track down a man that had never been to this country, not from this time period and no mobile phone. He had to find Steve, convince him to come back to America with him and do it all in 36 hours, piece of cake.