A/N- I would just like to thank SweetSouthernCharm, MGA-Middy and Guest Reviewer Mrs Holmes for reviewing my story. Thanks for all the encouragement. And Cap's Best Girl also deserves a huge thank you for being my beta and giving me the idea for the costume. Check out some of her Marvel related stories.

Clint's P.O.V

It had been a day since we had the meeting with Fury about the Circus and it was all I could think about since then. She was mainly all I could think about. She was the biggest thing I left behind when I chose S.H.I.E.L.D over the Circus, the most important.

The rest of the Avengers and I were all back on the Helicarrier sitting around a table on the bridge, deep in conversation about the Circus of Crime, when Tony Stark burst through the doors, file in hand.

"You know, Nick, when you mentioned the Circus of Crime, I thought to myself, 'Where have I heard that name before?' and then it hit me" he tossed the file onto the desk where it slid to a stop in the middle of the table. "The Circus of Crime, they tried to rob me seven years back and yet again someone tripped the alarm."

"Wait, so are we dealing with criminals that have consciences?" Cap asked, sounding confused.

"I couldn't tell you what this is Captain" Fury said, nodding in his direction "But the last time this happened, I can assure you that the person who triggered the alarm turned their life around. And that is the sort of help I want to give the person who pulled the trigger in the jewellery shop this time."

"Well, what makes you think that this person actually deserves a second chance? If we can even find them" Nat stated dryly.

"If anyone here should believe in second chances, it should be you Natasha" Fury said, unmoved by her statement. "And this is an obvious cry for help. We just need to find out which one of these two actually triggered the alarm"

"I'm on it" Tony said, before running of the bridge and leaving the rest of us with Fury.

"Well, I guess that's everything then" the Director stated, chuckling slightly under his breath.

We started to leave the bridge when Fury called out to us. "Wait, Barton I want you to take the lead on this one."

"Yes, sir." I replied, with a nod, trying to conceal the emotions written on my face.

As we made our way to the Quinjet that was to take us back to Stark Tower or Avengers Tower as Tony has taken to call it- our new home. Nat turned to me, no emotion on her pale features, "What's wrong with you? I would have thought you would've loved to be the lead on a case, even it was just to rub it in Tony's face."

Apparently, I'm not as good as concealing my emotions as well as the red headed assassin, or as well I thought.

"Yeah, it's great I'm the lead. I'm just trying to think of the best way to tell Stark that will get to him the most." I smiled at her but even I could've seen through it.

"Are you sure?" Cap asked me "You seemed awfully quiet in the meetings we've had recently."

"Totally fine, Cap" I flashed him what I felt was a more sincere smile "In fact, I've never been better." I turned around and continued walking towards the Quinjet, with my head down in hopes to hide my face from Natasha and Steve.

I got onto the Quinjet and took the empty pilot's seat, never bothering to glance back at my fellow avengers, now deep in conversation. I listened to the topic they were speaking about, the life I had tried so hard to leave behind.

I thought back to the security tape and started to think of the two skilled thieves. One thief, the woman, I would've recognised anywhere. It was definitely Amy. She still had the same white leather costume as she did eight years ago. I had a hand in designing it all those years ago. Her suit was a piece of white leather which stopped halfway up her thigh, the sleeves reached just above her elbows so not to restrict her movements. Patches of leather were cut away around her hips showing off more of her perfect pale skin. A small white belt sat on her hips with enough space to place small knives in case she needed them, although she rarely did. The suit came up and sat above her chest but didn't reach her neck instead the material went up and covered her shoulders before going down her arms, perfectly sculpting her muscles. She usually wore a small necklace with the uniform but I couldn't see it in any of the surveillance photos.

"So who are the main suspects for pulling the alarm?" Cap asked looking over at me.

"My best guess is that it was the woman" I said simply, never taking my eyes away from the sky surrounding us.

"Why the woman?" Bruce asked, genuinely intrigued by what my answer would be.

"Yeah, Clint, why the woman?" Nat asked me, clearly wondering if she should be offended for her gender.

"Well, from the tape we saw that she was behind the counter for some time, given her plenty of time to actually trigger the alarm." I explained my reasoning.

"That's very observant of you, I don't think anyone else noticed that" Steve replied.

"Well they don't call me Hawkeye for nothing, Cap" I stated trying to put some humour into the statement.

The rest of the journey back to the tower was silent as I smoothly flew us back to the Avengers Tower. As the rest of the team thought about our mission, I thought about Amy and how I could help her if it was actually her that triggered the alarm.