A day above in the SHIELD Helicarrier was suprisingly more normal than one would think. Scientists in labs, assistants and agents walking the halls, assassins practicing their techniques and poster leaders creating idealistic illusions and covers to feed to the common minded sheep of the populace. But alas, normalcy was just too boring it seemed.

At least, that's what went through Fury's mind when he saw Fitz and Simmons searching frantically for the wayward ward of the Helicarrier. That in and of itself wouldn't be too strange, the little red head had taken after Clint with his fascination with traveling through the air ducts, as well as Natasha and Coulson with his sneaky little running off habit while being able to convince everyone that they were crazy for thinking he was going to run off before running off all together. Really sneaky little shit.

While Fury was being roped into helping find the little British born terror, Ron was looking at some of the jets aboard the ship. Hiding among the equipment, not one agent noticed he was there. He kept glancing at the jets trying to find the one his daddy often used. He missed him a lot.

He knew his daddy was busy working for Uncle Fury protecting people. But he still missed him lots. He wished his daddy was around more. There was just something special about a daddy that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Kind of like when he was with Auntie Tasha, but not like when he was with Uncle Nicky or Uncle Phil.

He hiccuped, holding back tears. He was a big boy. Six years old and raised among the smartest government agents he knew. He would not cry.

He just really wanted his daddy to hug and know he wasn't coming home with boo boos. Pulling himself into a ball, he felt an odd tickle in his tummy. His stomach began to twist and turn uncomfortably and his vision contorted blurring his world. He closed his eyes feeling pressure all over his body. His ears popped and the funny feeling disappeared.

"Holy shit!" an all too familiar voice cried out in surprise. Ron's eyes popped open to see he wasn't in the hanger, but in his daddy's quarters. He was sitting on his daddy's bed, and standing in front of him smelling kind of stinky and looking grungy and tired.

"Daddy!" Ron cried out jumping off the bed and tackling Clint, holding him in a hug despite the terrible sweaty smell. Clint stared down at Ron, then wrapped his arms around him.

Clint was baffled, knowing that Ron was not in the room when he entered. And yet appearing out of thin air on his own bed of all places. Thoughts ran rampant in his head both in awe and concern. Awe from the what he had just seen. Concern from what he had seen others react.

He didn't say anything, he just kneeled down pulling his son into a closer hug. He kissed his temple in a rare show of touchy-feely affection.

"Daddy? How'd I get here?" Ron then questioned. Clint didn't say anything at first. He had to pick his words carefully.

"Ron, you know you are my special little boy."

"Yes daddy. You and Uncle Fury say so often."

Clint chuckled at Ron's innocence.

"We do don't we?"

"Uh huh."

"Well it's true. And it's not just that you're on a flying ship either," he stated in a positive tone.

"Is it cause I like to crawl in your air vents?" Ron questioned.

"No. It's not that. Ron, do you remember when I went on a mission a few months ago with Mr. Howlett?"

"Who?"

Clint sighed trying of a way to describe the short, angry, hairy man without giving Ron fuel for bad name making that would bite him in the butt later.

"The man who had the growly voice?"

"Oh! The Wolfy-man!"

Clint held back a laugh.

"That's right. Wolverine."

"What 'bout him?"

"Well he's special too."

"How?"

"Well he... Well he can grow claws."

"Claws?!"

"Uh huh."

"Can I grow claws too?!" he asked excitedly.

"No."

"Oh."

"But, I think you can teleport."

Ron gasped with surprise painted on his face. Confusion blossomed on his face after a moment, "What's teleport?"

"It's when you are one place, and then you appear somewhere completely different."

"Like popping out of vents?"

"Kind of. Except, you don't need the vents-"

"But I like the vents!"

Oh this was going to take a while.

Natasha was suprised when she came to alert Clint in which that trained agents had lost his son again, only to find Ron sitting on Clint's bed with a very serious expression on his face.

"Clint. Ron."

Both boys turned to the Black Widow, Ron a little more reserved than his usual exuberant greeting. His brow furrowed in a foreign expression.

"Auntie Tasha? Am I a mutant?"

Natasha glared at Clint. Clint sent her a look back.

"Ronnie here teleported into my room today," he explained in an even tone. Natasha's eyes widened ever so slightly and looked back at Ron.

"I'm suprised too Auntie Tasha. One minute, I was looking for daddy's plane, the next, I'm here with daddy."

"I see," she stated noting in the back of her mind his new found quirk of reading faces. She was going to hurt Coulson for teaching him how to read faces. He should not be reading her face to tell when she was concerned or feeling a threatened emotion.

"We are going to talk to Fury about seeing Professor Xavier this Saturday. To see if he really does have the X-gene."

A silent message was sent between their eyes. After being with SHIELD for a year, she had met Clint's Ward, and a week later she had figured out that despite similarities, Ron was not related to Agent Clint Barton. If he didn't have an X-gene, then it could be a clue as to who his biological parents were.

Okay so anyone notice that in Doctor Dolittle with Eddie Murphy, the camp that his youngest daughter goes to is named Camp Hawkeye?

And the chapter... How bizarre.

My logic, if Ron showed powers, I would believe that people would assume he was a mutant with the X-gene.

So please don't hate me, and please review.