I unfortunately do not own the avengers

The call came through the Avengers Tower in the early morning, causing everyone and everything to freeze.

"Daaaaaaaad!"

Clint bolted upright in bed, practically catapulted himself out of it, and dashed to Natalya's bedroom.

"What happened?" He asked breathlessly, finding her curled up on an armchair in the corner of her room. She had a StarkPad in her hands (a StarkPad was the result of Tony's experimentation on an iPad. So far it worked great). "What's wrong babe?"

Talya led the iPad out to her father wordlessly. He looked at it, and then looked at her helplessly, his eyes holding a reprimand.

"Talya, how did you get this information?" Clint demanded, his voice soft. She shrugged and looked away, and suddenly he knew. "Tali, did you hack SHIELD?!"

"Can you please focus on Mom!?" Talya burst out suddenly. He voice softened to a plea. "Dad... I knew something was wrong when she left. Something was unusual about this assignment. So, yes, I hacked to figure out where her mission was, and I've been keeping tabs on her ever since."

Clint opened his mouth to scold her for doing illegal activities, but she rolled right over him. It was moments like these that she reminded him of her mother, with her red curls and pale complexion. Admittedly, the grey eyes were his, but when they were alight with determination like Taly's were now, it was Natasha Romanoff all the way.

"I was right, wasn't I?" She asked aggressively. "Her safe house went and..."

She broke off, unable to continue, and turned away. As Clint somehow managed to pick up his teenage daughter and take her spot, leaving her in his lap, he noticed the tears that were rolling down her face.

"Natalya. She's probably covering her tracks. She's most likely in a Quinjet on the way home right now," he assured her, but also reassuring himself. "She'll be home soon."

He got not answer from his teenager, but her breathing evened out, and the tablet dropped to the ground. As carefully as he could, Clint shifted her to his bed, reflecting that Talya was getting to big for him to do this. He took the StarkPad and padded out into hall, and into the elevator. He made his way to Tony's quarters.

"Tony. Tony. Get up. Tony," Clint repeated monotonously, banging on the door. It took three minutes but eventually he opened the door.

"Clint," Tony said dangerously as he opened the door. His hair was mussed from sleep, and he needed to shave. "Are you aware of the time?"

"I need a favor Tony," Clint said, keeping his voice low. Tony sighed dramatically, rubbing his hand across his face.

"At 3 am?" Tony whined, resting his head on the doorframe. Clint held up his hand, already knowing the question would come up.

"It's for Talya," he said, raising an eyebrow. Sure enough, Tony stepped out of his room without further protest.

"What do you need?"