Sorry for the lateness of this chapter, I was intending on updating Healing Wounds but I realized that if I wanted to get to the best part of that story I need to finish this one first, some important facts you all need to know or you'll get confused.

Special thanks to those who review the last chapter: Jane S. Winchester and Lollypops101

Also I want to apologize for the shortness of this chapter, this is just a fill for the story I needed a good way to get to the part were the explanations come, and none of the ideas fit as good as this, promise the next chapter will be longer and I'll try not to go on hiatus again.

Disclaimer: the characters here mentioned doesn't belong to me, they are own by Marvel and Stan Lee, only the OC are mine.

When they finally arrived at the rendezvous point at the edge of the city it was in utter silence. Only Tony's suit thrusters could be heard in the mist of their entire journey there. They didn't even notice the motor of the bike anymore.

In the background a few SHIELD agents roamed the place in that old 'I own this place' manner that seems to identify every tech and support staffs within the organization, and maybe everybody in there except for Hawkeye and Black Widow. Some of them were readying the Quinjets for the take-off. Others attended to mindless things moving from one side of the small site to the other mumbling stuffs to themselves or carrying one piece of equipment from a tent to one of the jets.

But for the new arrivals all this passed unnoticed.

There were a lot of things to deal with that they didn't want to deal. A bunch of ideas that roamed over their heads individually, causing more questions to appear and answering none of the ones they formulated before.

It was all wrong, all garbled and unfamiliar. Too much information was missing and at least for some of them, couldn't believe that their handler, that Phil could hold this type of information from them.

Clint was torn between believing the man that had raised him or opening his eyes to the dark truth that Coulson had hide from them. The archer had trusted in Coulson since he was seventeen years old, since the man had handed him a paper that legally stated him as his guardian until he was twenty one and helped him get promoted to a full SHIELD agent in less of the established time. He had trusted him, since Phil had helped him seal all ties with his dark life and start a new age in the light, to clean all the red in his ledger and see that he truly has a heart.

He had given Phil what he wanted and asked nothing in return but trust and now he discovered this.

But was it really like that?

He could not know anymore. People had always used him and tricked him into doing their wishes most of his life, and Clint had learned over time how to separate those people from the ones that truly wanted to help him, which were a few, and Phil had being one of them. He held the first place on that list.

But during this whole mess, something had started to created doubt in Clint's mind, making him believe that maybe he had made a mistake, let his perception being clouded by his heart, his sentiments, his desperate need to have someone at his side who wanted him for who he was and not for who he was pretending to be. Maybe Loki had been right. Maybe Clint did have a heart, way to much of a heart actually but…Was that really a good thing or a bad thing?

He parked just in front of the Avengers Quinjet in the middle of the SHIELD frenzy. He felt the presence of Phil, more than he saw him, moving on the background and decided to pay no much attention as he helped the poor teenager off the bike. Bruce was inside the jet, probably tending to Steve's injuries and Thor was manhandling a woman –the only prisoner they apparently manage to catch and stop before she killed herself - into one of the Quinjets.

A flash of fiery red moved on the edge of his peripheral vision and he saw Natasha strolling towards them, her eyes fixed on the teen behind him with a mixing of fear and pain.

Not wanting to get into an argument in front of the girl. Clint dismounted of the bike practically handing the thing to Tony before he hurried to meet his partner half of the way. Not listening to Lucy's protest about his wound.

"Where were you?" the question flies in a tone more harsh that he intended to but he cannot even consider correcting himself now. Besides, the way she kept looking at the astonished girl made the archer deduce she hadn't listened to him at all. This was quite strange coming from Natasha.

Clint took hold of both her shoulders and shake her slightly already his patient had burn into nothing alongside the adrenaline and the pain in his lower side was not helping improve his mood at all.

Natasha whipped her head to meet his eyes, the Black Widow mask back in place like nothing had ever happen and it only helped increase Clint's frustration as he saw his partner do what she did best, ignore him when he was being annoying.

Right now he was being difficult.

"What?" she snapped pushing Clint away with less the normal ferocity she always displayed in such situations.

"What?" he repeated astonished in half mocking tone before growling slightly "Where the hell were you? Tony said you disappear out of the thin air, I thought for a second something had happened to you but here you are like nothing had happen and it makes me wonder if I just had a dream about you being in there, in the fight"

"Clint…"

"We had a plan Tasha. Steve almost got killed because you ditch us, if you hadn't wandered off we might have had a chance of avoiding any one getting hurt!"

"Clint we can talk about this later" Natasha replied moving her hand towards the hole in the archer body, but Clint just slapped the hand away. Anger clear written over his rough features and she had to soften hers if she wanted to had a chance of making him listen. "You need to get that looked at, you had probably lost a lot of blood"

"I don't give a shit about this, I'm fine, but you… you obviously aren't if you dis…" Clint hissed in pain when Natasha poked his wound and took a trembling step backward letting his right hand instantly move to cover the wound.

"You're not fine, Barton"

Clint rolled his eyes but regret it instantly when his vision waver. He tried to get rid of the feeling by shaking his head only to wince at the pain that erupted from the movement. His skin going white in a second and his stomach did a few bad flips. Blood loss and bullet wounds were definitely a bitch.

"If you hadn't poke that I…" he started to say but stop himself instantly when his stomach did another round of flips and his knees suddenly gave up under him.

"BARTON" the teen voice rose above the others as she hurried towards the archer, Natasha was holding him upright calling for Bruce in what she hoped was not panic.

Clint lifted his head to watch the doctor suddenly in front of him. Bruce said something and kept talking, probably asking a question that Clint couldn't hear, the doctor was pulling his hands away from the wound and Tony instantly stopped Natasha from getting on the way of the man. Coulson was yelling something to the SHIELD agents around, holding the teenager close to himself. The last thing Clint could do was smile apologetically at the girl before blacking out.

TBC…

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