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Authors Note: Clint gets to kick some ass in this chapter...hahaha

Connor's set up a command post where he could see everything and be in control of the task ahead of them.

All the agents knew where they were going to be posted and what they would be looking out for. Clint was going to be taking out the snipers from the roof and going in through the roof. The teen was a master of climbing in and out of vents and finding ways of sneaking into areas no one else could get to. Connors knew he was the right man for the job, he just wasn't sure how the boy would react when they found Phil, and he seriously hoped they got to him while he was still alive.

Clint had his game face on and was giving nothing away, but the chance of hurting the people who had taken Phil from him was the only thing keeping him sane right now. His hands were shaking and he willed them to stop, he needed to be at the top of his game now, Phil needed him.

Nothing else mattered.

So Clint waited patiently for Conner's signal to move in, even though everything in his body screamed at him to go now. His dad was in there, with these guys doing god knows what to him.

When the rest of the team was in position, Connors gave the signal.

Clint couldn't help it, he smiled.

Those ass hats wouldn't know what hit them.

And with that thought, Clint moved, his bow in his right hand and released it to full form, grabbing an arrow. He sighted his first target in less than a few seconds and released the arrow, it flew true and straight through the snipers right eye. He fell quietly, the other snipers meeting the same fate within minutes.

Clint confirmed they were all down and made his way to the other roof. There was a three meter gap between the buildings and Clint jumped across without any hesitation.

Connor breathed a sigh of relief when Clint told him he was on the other roof and was about to make his way inside.

We're on our way Phil, just hold on.


Phil couldn't stop the scream of pain that was torn from his lips, Eduardo stood back with a satisfied smirk, it taken long enough to get a reaction from the agent. He was only mildly impressed, he wasn't used to having to do so much work. Holding the serrated dagger in his left hand he turned it over appraisingly, blood dripped from the tip onto the dirt covered floor.

Phil bit down on his lip and hung his head forward, breathing through his nose to try and control the pain. He eyed the bloody wound in his left thigh, Eduardo had decided it would be better to twist the knife while it was still inside his leg before yanking it back out.

Phil lifted his head slowly and glared at the man as best he could with one eye swollen shut, blood covering one side of his face, his whole face throbbed. His chest hurt more now and he knew that a few more ribs were broken.

Eduardo didn't bother asking him questions now, he seemed to realise that he wasn't going to get an answer. It was almost like he enjoyed causing the agent pain.

Phil was actually shocked when the man finally spoke.

"Well you certainly lasted longer than your friends, I'm almost impressed. What sort of training have you had, I wonder? What makes you able to last that much longer, hmmm?" Phil stayed quiet, still glaring daggers at the man.

Eduardo laughed. "Ah yes, I almost forgot. You don't talk." He stood and made his way over to the chest, pulling it open he picked out what he was looking for.

Phil looked nervous when he eyed the gun that was suddenly aimed at his head. He almost closed his eyes as his last thought was of Clint and how sorry he was.

Then he heard a familiar noise.


20 Minutes Earlier

Clint dropped to the floor silently from the vent high up in the ceiling, he looked around the darkened room and smirked. It looked like his luck was improving, he managed to land himself right in the middle of the weapons armoury.

He made his way to the door after grabbing a few extra items and shoved them into his small back pack.

Peeking through the small gap in the door he saw it was clear for the moment and quickly moved. Connor had disabled the camera's as soon as Clint dropped inside. He stayed close to the walls and moved quietly, barely making a sound, then stopping at the corner to the next corridor, he listened first then poked his head round.

Only one guard stood at the next doorway. Clint pulled his bow out again, taking an arrow, he pulled it back and relaxed his shoulders, breathed deeply before moving into the open. The guard was on the ground with an arrow in his throat before he even realised what was happening.

Clint moved quickly.

He had taken out another four when he heard it. Phil screaming, everything inside Clint froze in that moment. He had to focus, as much as he didn't want to admit, that was a good thing. Phil was still alive.

He made his way quickly and was caught off guard as a man rounded the corner in front of him, Clint raised his bow but the man was quicker and knocked it out the archers hands. Clint grinned, oh well…looks like he'd have to get his hands dirty.

The man pulled out his own weapon but this time Clint showed his speed and it went flying out of his hand. The man launched himself at Clint and the archer readied himself, he let the man tackle him but twisted them midair and smirked in satisfaction as the man under him cracked his head against the floor.

Clint dodged a wild swing aimed at his head and delivered one of his own. The man was knocked unconscious, and Clint got up quickly grabbing his arrow and heading towards another door. This was where he heard the scream of pain come from.

He pulled the door open and disappeared into the darkened corridor.


After a moment Phil opened his eyes to see Eduardo standing gaping at the arrow sprouting from his chest. He slid down to the floor, the gun falling from his lax fingers. Phil looked confused until he turned to face the door and he almost cried in relief, Clint stood in the doorway frozen, then seemingly coming to his senses ran over to Phil and started untying him.

"Are you okay, dad? We're going to get you out of here, can you walk?"

Phil took a second then nodded. "I-I think so…." He managed, his jaw aching.

Clint pulled Phil's arm around him and helped him stand, he wrapped his own arm around his dad's waist and after one step Phil wavered, his leg almost going out from under him. Clint managed to keep him upright but he could tell Phil wasn't doing so well.

He pressed his comm. "Collins, I've got Phil. He's pretty bad, we're going to need a medic."

"Copy that, Hawkeye. Get out of there, we've got you covered."

"Roger that, Hawkeye out."

He eyed his dad's injuries, worry had filled his whole being when he had looked through that door. Phil was one of the strongest people he knew and to see him like that….Clint pushed those thoughts aside, it was time to get Phil home.

"Come on dad, time to get you out of here."

Phil managed a small smile. "Thank-you…son."

Clint gave a quick nod and helped him out of the room toward the extraction point.

"Told you I'd have to come rescue your ass."

Phil groaned.