Caulson's POV

He watched as every member of the bar started turning over tables to create cover. As if having second thoughts the bartender shouted at the kid," Hawk get the civi out of here. You are the worst off out of us. The Organization would love to get their hands on you. So take the civi and run."

The boy next go stiff looking like he wanted to argue. Then comprehension came over his face.

The boy gave a solemn nod and said quietly," Good luck seekers."

No one seemed to hear him as the boy pulled them towards the back of the bar. As they stepped out men in suits came forward and the boy cursed. Before Phil could do it say anything a knife was drawn. Half a second later it buried itself into one of the suits chest. The other took cover and began radioing fire backup.

Barton pulled him down the alley by his arm. The look on his face told Phil all he needed to know. They were under attack. Phil drew his sidearm in preparation for the next group to attack.

Barton eyed his weapon before checking around the corner. A shout of," Raypulse ," and the brick exploded above their heads.

Coughing Barton said," Damn it. Organization dogs everywhere. We are numbered and outgunned."

There was something left unsaid there and Phil knew it. Barton grabbed at something in a pouch at his side," Fight for me, Lindorm!"

A bright light shone from a necklace that he pulled out. A dog like creature came forth. It didn't have legs instead it's tail was long and it floated.

Without a spoken order it attacked the men. Barton grabbed his arm and had them running in the opposite direction. The young man took him through all the back roads. It was like he knew everything like the back of his hand.

Once they were far enough away he said," We lost them. For the moment at least. Listen..."

Whatever was going to be said was lost when a light hit Barton. The blond stumbled his eyes fluttering and Phil only had a second to catch him before his legs gave out. Slowly he lowered the blond to the ground checking his pulse. It was flighty at best. Leaving him there was no longer an option. It would likely end in the sniper's death.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Fury's number. It only rang twice before his boss answer with an gruff," Fury."

Phil said hefting the the boy up so that he could get the out of there," Nick it's Phil. I need a pick up and fast. I also need a medical team to meet me once we arrive."

"Are you hurt? Or did you shoot the target? I do believe i said i wanted Barton dead if you couldn't bring him in."

That was putting it mildly. The director didn't want Phil to even try to bring the teenage assassin in at first. It had been him who convinced the man to let him try. There was something different about this kid.

He said calmly," The kid is alive and I still think that he would make a better asset than a dead body. He really didn't have much of a chance to answer me. I'll explain when I'm back on base"

It didn't take him long to reach the extraction point. Fury had sent him the usual jet to pick him up. The ride to the carrier was almost as short. His worry for the young man that was in his charge grew with each passing moment.

The medics came into the jet and immediately hauled the boy off to medical as soon as they landed. He knew he would have to go to Fury and debrief.

Clint's POV

When he came to he was laying on an uncomfortable bed. It only took him a brief moment to realize he wasn't home or in an Organization cell. Given who he was they would have just strung him up and left him to die.

His mind trailed back to the suit who he protected. Who was he with? SHIELD? Immediately he sat up and noticed one of two things. One he was in an infirmary. Two someone had taken out his hearing aids.

He couldn't stay here. No matter whether he was with SHIELD or not. He wasn't safe. The Organization would hunt him down until they killed him.

Right behind those thoughts he had gained his feet. His eyes scanning the room looking for his weapons or clothes. Currently he was only wearing thin hospital pants and shirt. The scars on his right shoulder were more pronounced under the white shirt. No doubt from the overuse of his power.

A quick survey of the room found Springer who was in his puzzle box form but none of his other titans. Also still missing were his hearing aids. Someone wanted to make sure he didn't leave without speaking to them first.

Well he was going to find his titans and get the hell out of this joint. The longer he stayed the more likely they were to realize he was awake. Or worse the Organization would find him.

On first instinct he tried the door. Unsurprisingly it was locked and he didn't have the strength to try a lockslip yet. He gazed around the room looking for any kind of exit. When looking up he spotted a vent. One that he could easily get open with a paperclip. On his chart he found said paperclip and got to work.

Within seconds he was in the vents silently crawling through them. His shoulder twinged with each movement but he ignored it.

Clint had to search four floors before he found his titans. They were sitting on someone's desk. Thankfully for him the office was empty. So he dropped into the office and quickly gathered the titans. Having no pockets made him have to slip them over his head. Power coursed through him when they touched his skin. Worry and concern filled him from the titan's bonds. He sent back gentle vibes as he entered the vents again.

He had just closed it and was getting ready to find an exit when the door opened. The man he protected from the bar entered. He had a phone to his ear but due to not having his hearing aids he couldn't hear what was being said. The man's body language didn't give anything away either.

The man seemed to grow agitated and then dug around in his pockets. What he came back with shouldn't have surprised him yet it did. His hearing aids. Great if he wanted to leave he would have to confront the man.

Then again... he could try to stay in the vents until he left. Then it would just be a matter of stealing them back. Or not.

The man did a double take on his desk. So he wasn't so incompetent that he wouldn't notice missing weapons. Though Clint was unsure if the man realized that each of the amulets were weapons in themselves. Though useless without a seeker. Unless it was Springer or Charot. They were unique titans that could do as they pleased.

The man glanced around his office obviously looking for how he got in. One would think for a secret agent he would know how to check up. Oh well makes his life easier.

As if sensing his thoughts the man looked directly at his vent. It made him freeze instinctively. What was this guy?

So far this agent had faced down a group from the Organization. Saw him summon Lindorm. Most people passed out from seeing that titan. Hell the man saw Murasame without an issue. Even Dante and Metz had problems with Murasame.

His heart hurt at the thought of his dying mentor. Metz had contracted a seeker disease. It was extremely rare and didn't have a cure or even a treatment. Last Clint heard the man only had a year maybe two left. That had been months ago. He missed his mentor and friend. The fact that he was unable to visit the man hurt the most.

When he left his mentor he knew he would never see the other again. It would put him in too much danger to even visit briefly. He had to settle from hearing news from Dante by visiting bars.

Now he was all alone and no one would come to help him any more. No one cared enough. If they did they had their own problems and couldn't be bothered. It was what unnerved him about this agent. He seemed so sure of both himself and his agency. Hell he even brought Clint to be healed. What kind of person did that?

The next thing that entered his mind was how in the hell was he going to leave? No doubt this man would hear him if he tried now. The way he stared at the vent made him wonder if he knew he was there.

Coulson's POV

His eyes stayed on the vent. He didn't hear anything from them. Yet he could feel a gaze on him. Barton had escaped a locked room without tampering with the lock. If he was in the vents that would explain how he got out and how the necklaces disappeared from his desk.

Phil took the hearing aids they confiscated in order to keep Barton from leaving. Keeping in sight of the vent he placed the hearing aids on the desk. Slowly he backed away and kept his hands out and open. If Barton was in there he wanted the boy to come down on his own.

After a few moments the vent opened and Barton dropped from the vent. So his hunch was right. Though by the tenseness of the boy's shoulders he was prepared to fight.

He signed out,' Those are your hearing aids. You can put them back in. We haven't tampered with them.'

A flare of mistrust went through his eyes. After a moment the boy took them and put them back in.

He said," Thanks. Why did you bring me here?"

Phil said being sure to keep himself between the Hawkeye and the door," You needed medical attention. You have been unconscious for three days."

"Why do you care? I'm just a weapon and a killer."

Phil's eyes narrowed as he struggled to keep calm. This boy saw himself as a weapon. It wasn't true. People like him were rare and could be redeemed if given the chance. He was going to give him that chance.

"I don't see you as a weapon. Yes you have killed and will likely continue if i let you leave. I was given a kill order for you. Instead I chose to change my orders. Join us. Fight for SHIELD. You will be able to choose your assignments."

:Most of all you won't be just a weapon. And maybe just maybe i can find out why my men had to die.: were his last thoughts on the matter as he waited.