Lizzie rolled over on the bed to find her husband's side empty. Feeling around to find that it was still warm she figured he couldn't have been gone for long. Glancing over at the bedside table to find the bright red numbers displaying that it was 3:27 in the morning. Wondering why he was up so early she sat up and looked around the dark room, her eyes adjusting quickly to make out the dark shadows of furniture in the spacious master bedroom. Seeing a small sliver of light coming from under the door to her right she wrapped on of the soft quilted blankets around her and made her way to the door. Pulling it open quietly she saw her husband leaning over the wooden crib directly placed across from the door. His back to her she couldn't see his face as he silently watched their baby girl sleeping so clueless to the world and everything it has to offer.

"I didn't mean to wake you." He said quietly. "Kailee was crying. I figured you could use the extra sleep."

Wrapping an arm around his waist she leaned into him and gazed down at the sleeping baby.

"You didn't wake me. I rolled over and you weren't there. So I got up to investigate, saw the light and here you are. How did you get her to go back to sleep so quickly?" she asked.

"She had a dirty diaper. That was all, I offered her the bottle but she didn't want it." He answered as he re-ajusted to lay an arm around her shoulders bringing her even closer than what she already was.

"hm" was all Lizzie said as she leaned into her husbands embrace.

"You should go back to bed Liz, you need it." He said kissing her forehead.

"And you don't? I see the way you yawn during the day Clint. I know you aren't sleeping." Lizzie looked up at him with a stern face. "Talk to me, tell me what's wrong. You haven't talked to me about what happened when you where under His control? I don't want to lose you again. I thought that I was never going to see you again when Coulson called me and told me what happened." Rubbing his chest to try and get him to soften up, she hugged him to her.

"I don't want to tell you what I did, I don't want to know what I did and yet I know. I still feel like he's still in my head sometimes. I can still feel the way it felt to have no control what so ever over my actions, to know that I'm hurting people that I care about or worked with." Clint said trying to keep his voice down so he didn't wake up his daughter. (A.N. Lol, didn't realize till I went back to edit that I wrote son down and not daughter. Sorry for the confusion)

"Oh, Clint. He's gone and he will never get to you again, unless you let him. I was so scared when Fury wouldn't let me come in to find you. I don't ever want to lose you to that monster ever." Lizzie said as she gripped him tighter to her. She felt like she was trying to give all her strength over to him. He looked so lost to her, so unsure of himself.

"Have you told the psychiatrist about these feelings Clint, or have you been shutting him out?" She asked him after a few moments.

Director Fury had wanted Clint to see a S.H.I.E.L.D. psychiatrist after the battle to make sure his agent was all there after being taken over by Loki. Clint had been going to the Dr. for the last three weeks, but Lizzie didn't know if it was helping him at all because he wouldn't tell her how the meetings went.

"No, I haven't. I really don't think he's helping me at all Liz, he just want's me to talk about it and I don't want to. The nightmares aren't going away. Not like you think they are. I've just gotten better at hiding them from you." Clint answered after several minutes, and when he did answer he didn't look at her, just at Kailee.

"Oh Clint. Why didn't you tell me? I want to help you get better, but I can't do that if you won't let me help you. I'm upset that you didn't tell me till now, but I'm not going to yell at you if that's what you thought I was going to do." Pulling back from him, she searched his face for an answer, but didn't find one. "Ok, we will talk about this in the morning, right now lets go back to bed." Grabbing his arm and leading him back to the bedroom she turned the light off and closed the door behind them.

"Lizzie, I don't know if I can sleep." Clint said once the reached the bed.

"Then at lest hold me, and lay with me." Lizzie said letting the blanket drop from her shoulders she goes to spread it back on the edge of the bed when Clint wraps his arms around her waist form behind.

Breathing in her unique scent he buried his face in her neck. Nipping it lightly he smiled when she moan and pushed back against him.

"Clint." She breathed has his hands drifted down to the hem of her short nightshirt. In fact he even recognized it as one of his older shirts.

Turing in his arms she pulled him towards her as she walked backwards. Feeling the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed she pulled him with her as she flopped back into the bed. Loving the way his weight felt pressed intimately against her. Bringing her lips to his ear she whispered, "Make love to me Clint, show me that you love me and never want to lose me."

With those words whispered in his ear Clint made love to his loving and caring wife in the dark of night. Putting all his fears and nightmares behind him as he felt his wife's gentle cresses and heard the moans and screams of pleasure that he gave her.

They both found release in each others arms and lay spent for the rest of the night tangled together till the dawns morning rays peaked through the pale blue drapes and white blinds that covered the windows.