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(EDIT: I HAVE CHANGED THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER. CLINT DOES NOT HAVE KIDS.)

(I know I originally said there would be no age of ultron spoilers for a while but THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS THAT ARE A MAJOR PART OF THE FILM.

Okay so this chapter slightly links into parts of Age of Ultron, but it will alter some of the movie in a way scale. This story will follow most of the things that happen in AOU but will not follow any of the later marvel movies. Agents of SHIELD may be featured but at the current TV show plots, I am not sure.

Anyway, SPOILERS.


She's in a basement; Connor recognises it as the one were Skye had been shot by Quinn almost two years ago. There's blood on the ground, and it's wet and fresh. She looks around to find the source of the blood but there's nothing anywhere. No blood trails, no person and no scents.

She crouches down to examine the puddle and as her finger tips lightly touch it, she's startled by a loud bang and the air rushes out of her lungs in fright. Jumping up and spinning around, Connor notices the gun and then the person holding the gun. She stumbles back in shock, her shoes now covered in blood.

Steve smirks at her as she snarls at him. "Whose blood is this?"

The Captain laughs before pointing at her. "It's yours, Whittmore," he laughs and it's malicious, and Connor feels something isn't quite right. She looks down at her hands and finds them covered in blood, and she notices her shirt is stained.

It's her blood on the ground now. She falls backwards, another round fired at her. Her hands are pushing down on the wound, trying to slow the bleeding but Steve just laughs and another round goes off. She's not healing.

He stops when he's standing above her, her eyes shining blue in fear and pain while he raises the gun against her head. The barrel is cold and she is found wondering how it came to this.

"Goodbye Whittmore," he spits and his finger tightens around the trigger.


Connor shot up, her eyes glowing blue in the darkness and she's panting heavily. It takes her a moment to adjust but she's home at the Avengers Tower. It was a dream. She let out a large sigh before stretching and noticing her claws are flicked out, and she can see blood under them. Connor jumps up immediately, looking for the source of the blood.

It takes her a moment before she sees the dried blood on her legs, and she knows what has happened to her. While she was sleeping, she had subconsciously half-shifted and lashed out, cutting herself instead of just swiping at the air.

She examined the sheets, and sighed as she saw the dried blood coating the sheets and pillow cases. Looking over at her alarm clock, the bright yellow lights reflected the early hours of the morning and she knew that no-one would be up by now, but she knew Steve would start his workout routine in less than an hour.

Stripping the sheets, she gathered them in her hands and headed down three floors to where the cleaners of the tower were usually at this time of morning. They worked in the early hours to avoid inconvience. Connor walked into their rather large staff room and the three men and two women jumped to their feet, standing tall at her appearance. Connor shook her head and they relaxed.

"I'm eighteen, please, don't stress yourself," she joked and they laughed slightly before one gathered the sheets from her hands. She could see them all shocked at the amount of blood on the sheets and she sighed before asking them all to keep it confidential.

They agreed and promised her bed would have new sheets placed on it by the time she had a shower. Connor was glad she had slipped on her lounge trousers before coming down as she hadn't washed the dried blood off her legs yet.

Heading back upstairs and stepping into the shower, Connor watched as the water was stained red with her blood and she watched it travel down the drain with little emotion. There was something wrong with her. She had been back at the tower for only four days, and each night she had encountered one of these dreams. They were all her being shot by the team, yet in different places and they all started differently. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone about them.

Connor leaves the shower once the water turns back to clear and she can't find any more blood on her body. Like promised, as she leaves the shower wrapped in a towel, her bed has new sheets on it and any other traces of blood around the room have been cleaned up. She decided to ask Pepper to give them all a pay rise.

Walking into the large closet that had been added since Connor's absence, the young wolf smiled in content at the choice of colours she could pick. Pulling on her basic underwear, she pulled on a pair of loose blue jeans with the hems rolled up and she searched for a top. Nothing caught her eye until she saw a nice pale blue knitted pullover. Connor pulled it off the hangar and over her head, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

She smiled at how even through the jumper, her tattoo was still visible slightly and she rolled the sleeves up, running her hand lightly over the darker pattern. She thought of her family for a moment before she remembered what she had learnt about them being HYDRA agents. She didn't want to remember them like that.

She headed into the kitchen, three floors up and was slightly surprised to find Natasha sitting at the large glass table reading a newspaper and eating some toast. The spy muttered a hello as Connor entered, focused on the story she was reading. The teenager poured herself some cereal before moving over to the table and flicking the TV on to the news channel.

The girl sighed as she watched the coverage about a small earthquake in California, but it hadn't caused any major damage or injuries. She continued to watch for a short period of time before the news reported seemed to perk up as they listened to something in their earpiece.

"Breaking news here! Tony Stark is holding an impromptu press conference, right this minute!" Connor groaned as she realised the billionaire wasn't kicking around the tower, she had just presumed he had slept in. She looked over at Natasha and the spy didn't look at all confused, yet just continued to eat her toast.

"You knew?" Connor blurted out and Natasha nodded, ignoring the angry looks Connor was shooting her as she started to fill in the crossword. The teenager rolled her eyes and turned back to the TV screen.

"The rumours are true. As of 11:26PM on the 25th of February, Connor Whittmore has returned to the Avengers," he continued to speak as cries broke out from the press around him. "Connor had been kidnapped and held hostage with a LMD being used to act like her body. She is currently recovering from a two month coma and will not be speaking in public for a while. We would like to thank you for your patience in this time."

The screen cut back to the reporter and Connor groaned but knew it was for the best that the public knew she was alive. The reporter was rambling on about how she herself was glad to see the black wolf back in town. Connor scoffed at the black part, remembering how her fur was now a light shade of grey. She hadn't told the team yet. She would tell them if it came up but she knew it wasn't going to until they actually see it and get confused.


She starts her new training routine the next morning (yet again being up early to get clean sheets and wash the blood off her body) when she heads down to the gym and finds Clint already beating up a punching bag. She opts instead for shooting practice, the past few months teaching her that she can't always rely on her powers only.

Picking up the gun that Natasha gave her many times ago, she ran her hand along the side before focusing on a target on the wall opposite her. She fired five rounds, before checking her aim. She had managed to hit four of them in the different bull's-eyes on the target while the fifth one only just missed it. She heard Clint whistle behind her and paused as he walked up beside her, having collected his bow from the weapons arrangement.

As they practiced in silence, Connor starkly brought up something that was confusing her.

"So who are the kids?" Clint seemed surprised but quickly covered it, Connor unfortunately catching his original reaction.

"The ones you call at night when you think everyone else is sleeping," she pointed out, also pointing to her ears. "Enhanced hearing, remember?"

He groaned and turned to face her, before placing the bow and arrows across his back and lightly pulling her out of the room. They passed Natasha and he told her they were boring the jet and turning off the GPS. She seemed to understand immediately and grinned at him, before promising she would cover for them.

Connor was in shock but once the jet took off, she voiced her confusion. "Barton, what the hell are we doing?"

He smirked at her. "You asked who the kids were, so I'm taking you to meet them," he declared and Connor started to narrow her eyes at him.

"Oh my god, you're a dad!" She ground out and he shook his head but didn't comment on it.


They reached a farm half an hour later. As the jet landed, the front door of the large house was swung open and two young kids came rushing towards them, wrapping their arms around Clint and he laughed as he swung them in the air.

Connor studied the kids before her jaw dropped and as the woman started to walk towards them, her suspicions were confirmed. "Laura?" She squeaked and Clint turned around to face her, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"You know each other?" He asked and Connor's jaw almost dropped.

"I met Laura like a week ago?" Connor muttered, still really confused about what was going on. The woman smiled and reached her hand out to the girl.

"A full introduction is in order: Hi! I'm Laura Barton!" She chirped and Connor looked frantically in between Clint and Laura before wanting to scream.

"YOU HAVE A WIFE?" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air. Clint and Laura laughed before one of the kids scoffed.

"Uncle Clint is not my dad..." the boy muttered, and Connor shot him a hurtful look.


"Fury helped me set it all up before I joined SHIELD. Only him and Nat know, and now you I guess," Clint told her, having explained everything to Connor. She was still coming to terms that he had a deceased brother who left behind a family that Clint cared for without anyone knowing anything at all. She supposed it made sense though, considering how much of a important and wise figure he was in her life. His brother had died only a few months back, and it made sense to Connor as she remembers Tony mentioning Clint had been taking a lot of time off to "travel" recently.

They continued to talk when Clint's little niece – Lila – appeared with her brother – Cooper – trailing behind her.

"Do the wolf thing!" She squealed and Laura was about to scold her before Connor waved her off and followed the little girl outside, taking a deep breath and shifting fully, landing on four paws. She smiled slightly at the older boy's grin as he patted her fur.

She watched Clint's eyes widen and her mouth opened, her tongue rolling out and Clint knew she was smirking at him. He eyed her newly coloured fur suspiciously before muttering under his breath knowing she could hear.

"Wipe that smug grin off your face or I'll throw you out the plane and into the ocean. No-one would know." Connor shut her mouth instantly, but she knew the man was joking.

As she watched the four of them (including Clint's pregnant sister-in-law) interact with each other, Connor was brought back to the memories of her family interacting and only hoped they would have a nicer story than her family.