A/N: My utmost apologies in taking so long to update. Moving back home from school and finals was so stressful that I had no time or creative energy. This is coming to a climax, and soon the end. Making up a story without any further planning is hard. Point to who can name the references to movies/TV show moments in the last chapter.

Clint was at the shoot range when Coulson found him. Usually he practiced with his bow, taking comfort in his long-range skills, but his anger made a Heckler & Koch USP Compact a more favorable weapon. With each bullet he shot he felt his anger simmer, but not quite disappear.

"What is it Coulson?" He asked not taking his eye off of the target.

"We know where she is."

Clint lowered his weapon and breathed sharply through his nose. He ejected the mag and set it on the low metal table in front of him. He turned to face Coulson and walked towards him, "Tell me everything."

"Our satellites picked up a powerful surge of magic, matching Loki's signature in the Hamptons. Whatever he was doing, took up enough power that it showed up on our systems. Whether he is aware of this or not, we don't know. The signature was pin pointed to a small cottage on the North Beach."

Silently, they took the elevator back up to the living quarters in the Tower to be greeted by everyone.

"Director Fury gives his permission for a rescue and retrieve as soon as you can be ready."

"Five minutes," Tony said. Clint looked to him giving him a nod of silent thanks.

"Alright, let's get ready and met at the launch pad, I think we're gonna need everyone on this one. Clint you take point," Natasha spoke up.

"Good Luck, people," Coulson said before exiting swiftly. Clint looked around the room to the rest of his team members and was never happier to have a family like this one. Everyone was willing to risk his or her life to get back Darcy. Clint never had a family like that.

He went to his room and changed into his battle suit within a minute. He crossed the room to open the mounted case on the wall and selected his bow, as well as his Beretta 92FS handgun. He would be taking no chances this time. He wouldn't resist taking the shot. Not this time. On second thought, he also grabbed his IMI Desert Eagle Mark VII and tucked it into his holster.

Walking out to the helipad, Clint could feel his racing heart beat pounding in his chest. The rest of the team were already there waiting for him.

On the chopper, no one spoke a word for a while, but shifting glances said enough.

"We'll get her back Clint," Steve spoke up suddenly. He was seated across from Clint, loading the magazine into a Heckler & Koch MP5K. Usually Steven didn't carry any other weapon apart from his shield on missions, but along with everyone else he stepped up his weaponry this time. Natasha had her throwing knives out and was twirling them through her fingers, while humming to herself, getting her mind together. Banner and Thor were gazing out of the window watching the sky darken quickly. Tony was fiddling with his tablet, try to hack into the local power grid to give them better cover.

When their ETA was two minutes, Clint finally spoke up.

"We're going to go through two entrance points," directed as they all gathered over the layout of the house. "I will take point with Bruce and Steven through the front. Natasha, Tony, Thor, you take the back entrance. We're doing this swiftly and quietly."

The chopper touched down quietly less than a block away, and moving in formation they made their way towards the cottage through the darkened neighborhood. Clint had his gun out in front of him, as the moved closer to the door. Within twenty feet of the house, Clint's heart was jumping out of his chest. He signaled to Tony, Thor and Natasha watching them move around the house out of the corner of his eye.

Moving his gaze back to the front door, Clint signaled Natasha and Tony to cover him. As he approached the door, he took a deep breath and channeling his rage towards Loki he kicked the door open. Charging into the bright living room, Clint looked around seeing the room was clear. Natasha yelled, "clear" from the kitchen. Moving down a hallway Clint froze when the lights went out in the house. Clint didn't have his night vision glasses; he'd have to rely on instinct to find her.

Loki

Then he heard a scream. Darcy's scream.

He stormed forward down a dimly lit hallway, and burst into the first door on his right. It was an empty bedroom, but there was another door in the room. Opening the door with one hand, his other on the gun. Darcy was sitting in the middle of the room, rocking on the floor back and forth, her arms wrapped around herself.

Clint looked up only to see himself staring back across the room, a bow and arrow poised in his hand poised to shoot him.

"Darcy get out of here," Clint said as gently as possible. His gun was pointed at Loki who winked back at him.

"Darcy, I told you Loki would do this. Try to manipulate you against me," Loki said. Darcy remained on the floor, looking up at the real Clint with suspicion laced with fear in her eyes. Both men were equally distant from, each poised to fire their weapon any second.

"Why would I be carrying a gun, Darc, you know me," Loki cooed to Darcy moving slightly closer to her.

"Touch her and I'll kill you," Clint barked. His finger on the trigger was itching to shoot.

Darcy's gazed kept shifting between the two men, she slowly stood up keeping her movements slow. As she moved, the men inched towards her and each other.

Clint was suddenly very fearful about how the next few minutes would play out.

"Darcy please," Clint begged, "Don't listen to him."

He inched closer to her and slowly extended a hand towards her, as if trying to capture the attention of a small child. Darcy's eyes were tear filled as she kept glancing between the two men. She took a deep breath and moved.