Hey guys! I hope you all have been enjoying school :6 It's really rainy here and my dogs keep jumping on me and getting me all muddy xP

Also, for those of you wondering what was going on with my chappie 3... i DID reboot that. i renamed it and added a(n) (important) line at the end. ;)

anyway, enjoy. (i really like this chapter... maybe my favorite so far?)

Clint was practicing his archery against the training room settings.

He jumped and grabbed a rope hanging from the ceiling to swing over the hole in the floor that had appeared before him.

His comm. beeped at him. He glanced down at it, and saw that, once again, Captain America was trying to get a hold of him. He rolled his eyes and dismissed it- he'd been getting calls all morning, from Cap and Tony alike. They wanted to debrief him from yesterday, or something, but he knew he couldn't tell them anything. It would just end up making him all pissed off and storming out of the mansion, possibly to go confront some super-villain and get himself in serious trouble.

On the wall on either side of him, three ten inch squares of the wall fell away, and small canons appeared in their place. As they began to shoot at him, he ran, loading his bow with three arrows and destroying all three of the canons on one wall with little bombs at the tip of each.

He was about to do the same to the three on the other wall when the program shut down. The door to the training room rolled open, and revealed none other than Steve Rogers.

"What the heck, man?" Clint asked, clicking a button on his bow and folding it up.

"We need to have you checked up. The explosion yesterday must've knocked you around somehow," Cap answered curtly, stepping to the side to allow Jane Foster access to the door.

"I don't need a doctor, Cap. I'm fine. It only knocked me on my ass."

"But how can I trust your word for it?" Cap asked, cocking his head to the side and blinking at him.

"Okay, what are you trying to make me do." Clint asked, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

Cap sighed, "Barton, you have two choices here. You can Let the nice lady examine you for injuries, or you can come to the war room and tell Ironman and I exactly what went down yesterday. Your choice," Cap said, positioning himself directly in the middle of the doorway, seeing the speculation in Clint's eyes. Clint was trying to figure out how far he could get by barreling by Steve and running as fast as he could before someone would catch up with him.

Seeing as he probably couldn't actually barrel through Steve, he decided he wouldn't get too far. He would have to approach this matter much more… subtly.

"Fine, let's go talk with Uncle Tony," Clint slumped, and Steve grinned, holding out his arm to let Clint walk in front of him.

They had gotten to the bottom of the stairs in the lobby, and Clint decided that this was as good of time as any. Pretending to start walking up the steps, he slowed down a bit so Steve would be beside him instead of behind him, and used the third step to push off backwards, jumping five feet away, and making a run for the door.

"Hey!" Steve yelled, but Clint was already out the door. The gate was closing before him, but that didn't matter. He ran between two of the thick bushes planted beside the gate and jumped the brick fence.

He heard the propellers of Ironman's suit zipping overhead, but he turned and ran before looking up- it would only distract him from trying to get away.

He'd gotten about two and a half blocks- Clint was a fast runner, mind you- before Ironman landed in front of him.

"Clint, we just want to talk to you! Stop running!" But Clint wouldn't have it. He pulled out a special arrow- a type that he hadn't used in years- and let it zoom towards Ironman. It didn't hit him, but instead started zooming around him, emitting a high pitched shrieking, causing all the people within vicinity to cover their ears and double over. The arrow was set to a special frequency to send Tony's suit into overdrive, temporarily disabling him.

He didn't look back to see where Cap was, but turned to continue running.

He came to an alley he knew about seven blocks down. Giving himself a running start, and jumped onto a dumpster placed conveniently beneath a set of fire escape ladders. Grabbing the bottom rung on the ladder, he climbed the first few just with his arms, but was then able to put his feet onto the rungs, giving him enough leverage to jump the rest of the space to the roof of the building.

He sat there and gave himself a minute to gain his breath.

Clint really had no idea why he always had to fight authority, even his friends, but he did. He really wanted to be able to just talk to people, but he'd never been good at that. His head said 'just talk to them' but his heart- or maybe it was something else in his head?- said 'no, you can't do that. They'd laugh at you and ridicule you, ya idiot'. It was about then that his old Mississippian accent would seep back into his thoughts.

That was another thing- why didn't he use his Mississippian accent? He'd been fine with it until he started hearing his first real girlfriend- Valerie- start mispronouncing things with her southern accent. Since then he'd done his best to talk 'normally'. Honestly, wouldn't you think that someone who had an accent would think that that accent was normal?

Clint was starting to confuse himself. Why was he on a roof again?

He was quickly reminded by the roar of Cap's motorcycle, which was slowly making it's way down the road outside of the alley he was in.

He ducked down, his breathing now regulated, and tried to make sure Cap didn't notice him. Just in case, he reached back into his quiver, pulling out an electro-shock arrow.

But something didn't seem right. He reached back again, and silently counted how many arrows were in his quiver.

There were five. He had twenty just a minute ago… which meant that he dropped fifteen arrows in the last nine blocks. That probably left a pretty clear path, pointing directly do where he was hiding.

"Hawkeye, I know you're up there. Can't you at least act civilized? You didn't need to attack Ironman like that," Steve called.

"Yeah, and he didn't need to get the suit out!" Clint called over the ledge, still not looking. He pressed the feather of the arrow to the string, getting it ready.

"Clint, we just want to talk to you."

"Yeah, but I don't want to talk to you!"

"Then you can talk to Tony."

"You really think that's much better?"

"Come on, Clint! I didn't even bring my shield- we're not fighting you here. We're on your side!"

"I'm glad you say so- that means there no hard feelings over this…" Clint said, standing up, but hiding the bow and arrow out of sight of Steve still. Steve had dismounted his bike, and was standing near the trash can, looking up at Clint, fiddling with the arrow that he'd dropped as he jumped up onto the roof. Cap's wrist had healed completely from the fracture he received to the Scaphoid yesterday.

"Yeah, now just come down and we can talk."

"Oh, I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about this" and he launched the arrow, which hit Steve right in the center of the chest.

Clint didn't watch as it electrocuted Steve, instead, he jumped the gap between the roof he stood on and the next roof, and ran along the rooftops.

Unfortunately, he hadn't realized that Pym stood on the other roof (mini-sized) until he jumbo-sized up and caught Clint as he jumped

"Clint, settle down and answer the nice people's questions, okay?" he asked condescendingly into his hand.

Clint glared, squirmed and struggled in the large red-spandex-clad hand, and gave up, "Fine," he huffed, even as he released two arrows from their place up his sleeve.

After being forced back to the mansion, his bow and quiver were removed from him by a weary-eyed Pepper, and they were set on the far side of the room, opposite him.

"What the hell, Clint."Tony was still a little dazed from Clint's crazy arrow thing, and his ears were still ringing, causing him to wobble occasionally.

Steve was shuddering slightly, from after effects of the electrocution.

Hank's hand was bleeding slightly from the arrows Clint managed to stab him with, causing Hank to drop him.

Jan's arm was bruised from Clint smacking her away after he'd gotten away from Hank and she tried to reinforce them.

Thor's hair was caked in mud.

T'Challa was nursing a gash in his right hand.

It had taken them a little over an hour to wrestle him back to the mansion, and they now had him securely latched to a chair in the war room.

They all sat around glaring at him. It had taken the combined efforts of Thor, Panther, and Hulk to get him to give up- well, not give up (never give up, ever) but at least be held down long enough for Cap to tie his hands behind his back and heave him over his shoulder.

"What do you want?" Clint snapped.

"I think you already have a pretty good idea as to what we want, otherwise you wouldn't have ran like that." Clint rolled his eyes at Cap.

"Fury's riding our asses over letting that guy go yesterday. He says we need to catch him again, seeing as we're the ones who let him go" Tony informed him, "Seeing as you and Mr. Escapee seem to know each other pretty well, we want you to give us the lowdown."

"And why do you think I know him?"

"Well, let's see. He knew your first name, he said 'oh, you look good', he gave you something, saying he thought you 'might have use for it', and then said, 'See ya, Hawky', or something. Even psychos don't talk to people they don't know like that-and they especially don't guess random people's names right."

"Okay, so he knows me from a long time ago. That doesn't mean I know anything about him!"

"Actually, most of the time, that does mean that." Wasp put in. Clint glared at her, "Just saying," she said, putting up her hands defensively. She winced at the sharp pain that caused in her arm.

"Most of the time" he snapped back. Wasp shrugged.

"Okay, let's simplify this for you- what did he give you?" Ant-Man offered.

"Nuthin'," Clint answered without thinking about it.

Cap folded his hands behind his back and circled him, "Oh really? Then where'd this ring come from, Clint?" Clint squeezed his eyes shut and furrowed his brow.

"So, why would this mysterious guy who you don't really know, but knows a lot about you, just give you this beautiful gold ring? Clint, have you not been telling us something?" Tony smirked playfully, having bent down to inspect the ring now residing on Clint's pinky finger, the heart pointing away from the rest of his hand.

Clint glared down at his feet. "Care to share something with the rest of the class, Clint?"

"It was my ma's," Clint all but whispered, his eyes now relaxed, and somewhat pathetic looking. He seemed to have shrunken into the chair he was placed in.

Everyone froze- Clint getting sensitive? Shit, it's a sign of the apocalypse. They're all gonna die.

"Fuck, Clint, I'm sorry." Tony blinked.

"Screw Fury, I'm not helping you guys go find my brother and drag his ass back to jail. Just, untie me now."

And with that, and several more blinks from the on looking Avengers, Clint stormed out and likely back into the gym to finish where he left off.

intense, right? LOL

anyway, i really hope you enjoyed reading that as much as i enjoyed writing it! :3

So, i'm trying to make this story my 'most popular' story on , and it only has 25 more visitors to go!

Just saying, i write off of fuel. Fuel is an equivilent to 'reviews'. I usually write two chapters per review i get xD

I would still like to know the weather patterns/normalties of NY, and the same for Mississippi, if anyone happens to know.

I hope you guys like my references to the original Tales of Suspense comics in this chapter!

So, plz review and keep being awesome!