Chapter two
In No way Will This Be Civil
"Will your join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me" – Les Mis
Clint hardly got any sleep after he ended his conversation with Natasha. He spent a few minutes standing in his kitchen, full of anger. He didn't know how to proceed. Once Clint got control of his anger, he started to think though everything. He gets to work on packing a backpack full of knifes, a few guns with some ammunition ,extra arrows, a basic first aid kit, some energy bars and a water bottle or two. Clint didn't know how the waters would turn, but he needed to be ready to leave in moments notice.
"That house I bought about ten years ago, the one in Montana, is still vacant. If it comes to it, we will have to relocate there." Clint told his wife.
"Do you think that will be necessary?" Laura asked, packing a suit case full of clothes, and basic kitchen supplies. She was capable of packing up the kids and moving, she would miss their farm, but she would do it for the kids safety.
"I'm not sure Laura. I don't know if they will hunt me down and try to force me to sign. Tony knows where I live, so who knows." Clint said, he had known taking the avengers to his farm during the Ultron event was a risky choice, but there was noting else he could have done at the time. They had needed a place to stay, and if he went back in time he would make the same decision.
She nodded as she continued to fold clothes and put them in the bag. Clint knew he asked so much of Laura and the kids. He was hardly around, and because of him they had to live way out on a farm, and now he might have to drag them over to Montana. They were supposed to be a secret, he would do anything to make sure they were not found.
After packing a few bags, Clint and Laura finally decided to try and get a little bit of sleep, they had about an hour and a half before they would usually be up to get the chores around the farm done. Clint only managed to doze off a little bit, but couldn't fall asleep. Clint assumed the same was true for his wife.
The next morning Clint was in the kitchen working on breakfast. Two of the kids ran around the house and Nathaniel Pietro sat in his high chair. Clint had been up for a while, having fed the animals and milking the cows while Laura collected the eggs. They both worked on making breakfast, trying as hard as they could to act normal so they wouldn't worry the kids to much.
Clint spun around spatula in hand ready to attack when a sudden noise startled him. He felt foolish about point five seconds later when he realized it was his phone ringing. Then dread filled his body, what did this phone call mean? Who was calling? Clint shared a look with his wife, before handing her the spatula for the bacon and walking over to his phone. His son ran into the kitchen but Laura told him to go into the other room, she didn't want him to hear whatever this possibly was.
Clint held the phone to his hear.
"Hello?" he answered hesitantly.
"Agent Barton?" a male voice responded, seemingly as hesitant.
Clint paused for a moment, he was 99% sure he knew who it was. So he went out on a limb.
"Captain?"
"Yes" was the response. Clint sighed in relief, he quickly gave Laura a thumbs up to reassure her. At least he knew Cap wasn't out to get him.
"How can I be of service Cap?" he asked.
"Well, I hate to bother you Clint."
"But you are, so it must be important" Clint responded. He knew how polite Steve was, he never liked to burden people with his problems.
"Yeah I guess I am. I assume you know about the accords?" Steve questioned.
"Yeah, Nat called me last night."
Clint could almost hear Steve's disappointment. The man no doubt thought that meant that Clint was on Natasha's side, that she had snatched him up.
"and?" Steve finally broke his silence.
"Well, I told her no way in hell would I sign it. I guess I'm kinda retired right now"
Steve chuckled with relief on the other side of the phone. Clint could just hear the stress this guy was under. What was cap anyways? Sure he was like 90 something, but when he got frozen how old was he? Twenty four? Twenty Five? The Captain was still quite young and had already dealt with to much in terms of leadership roles, it's a wonder his hair wasn't grey….did his Soldier Serum allow grey hair in the first place? Clint shook his head, he was letting his mind wonder off topic.
"Clint, I have a favor to ask you. I understand if you say no, its totally fine. But I'm running low on people I can trust, so I figured I'd give it a shot and ask"
"Fire away Cap" The Archer answered.
"As you may know, I and a few others are now wanted people. We didn't sign the accords, and now we are acting on our own. This puts us in violation of the new law."
Clint nodded slowly. "Yeah"
"Clint, I fought back during World War II, and I crashed that plane, freezing myself for 70 years. I didn't do it for nothing, I did it so that people could be free. I didn't do all of that just to sit back and let the government try and gain total control once again. I cant sit back and watch, not in my right mind I can't."
Clint could head the desperation in Steve Rogers voice, this was something the man just couldn't let happen. Steve was a man who would never sit back and watch anything he felt to be wrong happen. Clint understood that, he felt similarly.
"I understand Cap."
"Things are going south Clint. I have gotten some news of some very bad things that I can't continue to let happen regarding Hydra. Tony wont let me solve this problem, he's to concerned about his damn accords-"
"language" Clint interjected.
"-He's going to fight us. I need all the help I can get."
Clint took a moment to process what the Captain was saying.
"What did you find out?" Clint wondered aloud.
"Bucky is not the only one, there are half a dozen more, I need to make sure no one unthaws them and takes advantage of them. They could do serious damage."
Clint sighed heavily. No, that couldn't happen. Between that and the unjustness of the Accords there was no way he could stay out of this one.
"What do you want me to do? "He asked, sending a glance over at his wife. She was disappointed, not in Clint, but in the situation as a whole. She hated that he had to be dragged into all of this.
"Well, I need you to bring your gear and meet us-"
"Who's us?"
"Sam, Bucky, Wanda and I."
There was another pause. Clint could hear some racket in the background. A muffled. "Put that right back where you found it Repunzel, or so help me" That confused Clint quite a bit. He could hear Steve move the phone away from his hear a little bit.
"Bucky, but his stuff back down, and Sam. Please try to get along." He could hear Steve say.
"Repunzel over here is the one who wont stop touching my stuff" Sam, that was defiantly Sam.
Clint listened, amused at the conversation on the other side of the phone. He grabbed a piece of bacon and popped it into his mouth as he waited. A few more words were exchanged, and once Steve defused the fire he returned back to his conversation with Clint.
"Sorry. Anyways. Do you think you can join us? I know it's a lot to ask" Steve asked.
Clint looked over at his wife again, then at baby Nathaniel. Clint wished he could say no, but too much was at stake here. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
"When do we start Cap?" He asked.
"Actually, I already have something you can do for me." Steve said slowly.
"Oh Yeah Cap? What would that be?" Clint asked.
"Well, there is a guy a need you to pick up for me on your way. Call him a recruit of sorts."
Clint chuckled a little bit and shook his head. Why was he always the one to handle the new kid? Natasha, Wanda and now this man? He was like a super hero recruiting agent slash chauffeur.
"what's his name and where can I find him?" the new chauffeur asked.
"His name is Scott Lang."
This Chapter was harder to do. I didn't want to give away to many Spoilers. So because of this, their conversation stayed more shallow than Clint and Natasha's was.
Also, I might post more one shot chapters if you want? Any requests?
