Hello friends! Thought I'd throw in a Hawkeye POV chapter. Hope you like. Thanks for all the love!


Clint POV

I strolled casually out on the flight deck, enjoying the warm sun and the cool breeze. I was in a very good mood. For the first time in weeks, it felt good to be alive.

I was still dealing with the mental ramifications of Loki's mind control, but the nightmares were getting less severe and I was starting to sleep reasonably well at night. At least as well as I did before my brain was hijacked. I never really slept well, by the standards of a normal person, but for an emotionally damaged assassin, I was sleeping like a baby.

Several personnel nodded in recognition as I passed, but no one tried to strike up a conversation. That was fine with me. I enjoyed being the scary killer guy on the carrier.

I smiled as I approached Quinn's one man ship. The craft was being held up in the air and the Doc was standing under it. As I approached, I noticed that she seemed to be struggling to take something off the underside of it. She huffed in frustration and looked my way.

"Ah, Agent Barton, can I borrow you for a second?"

I joined her under her ship. "Sure Doc, what do you need?" The underside of the ship was fairly tore up. She seemed to have taken a middle plate and right side plate off, but the left side plate was still under the wing.

"I need to get this metal panel off of the plane. The one on the right side came right off and the middle panel was so far damaged that it didn't matter how I took it off, since I'm gonna have to rebuild the entire propulsion board anyway, but this panel here just won't budge. The circuitry under it is probably intact, but if I have to force the panel off, I'll run the risk of damaging it. It's suppose to slide right off once the clamps are removed, but it got a bit bent during the crash. I'm hoping that someone stronger than me might have more luck getting it to slide."

"Sure, I'll give it a try." I said, positioning myself under the plane, trying to get a good grip on the panel. I could see where it was supposed to slide, and tested it gently at first. It felt like it wanted to move, so I used more force. After a few seconds, the panel came loose.

Quinn sighed in relief. "Oh, thank god. You just saved me days worth of work. Bio Neural circuitry is a pain in the ass to build from scratch."

"So, you really fly this thing with your mind?" I asked. Nat had told me more about Quinn and her talents in the days that followed the battle. It sounded like the young doc was a lot like her father, just easier to get along with. And definitely easier on the eyes.

"Yep, you just gotta love what can be accomplished with the human brain and a few wireless circuits. Sure, I could be building replacement limbs for amputees controlled by the mind, but planes are more fun. I got plenty of time to work on practical applications to my work when I grow up."

Her comment made me chuckle. It was sometimes easy to forget that Quinn was very young. "It's really impressive, but you make it sound like an everyday thing."

Quinn smiled at me. "It is an everyday thing for me."

I looked up at the ship's underbelly. I've picked up some mechanical savvy over the years, but this ship's systems were totally greek to me. Some of it I recognized, but other parts were far too complicated for me to understand without explanation. I have very little knowledge about the field of biologically controlled mechanics.

"I built all the control panels and circuitry. Tony helped with the overall design since my mechanical knowhow is mainly in the cybernetic arena. I suppose you could call this ship our father-daughter bonding mechanism."

Both of us turned to look when we heard tires squeal as a car approached. There was a plate on the front of the car that said STARK4.

"Shit." Quinn swore under her breath. "I completely forgot that I'm suppose to go to dinner with Tony tonight. It's my birthday and he likes to take me out, just the two of us. I think he's trying to start some sort of tradition or something." She began putting away her tools and lowered the ship back to the ground. She shooed me back a few feet and she pushed a button on a small device in her hand. I could hear the sound of electricity being turned on.

I looked at Quinn questioningly.

"I electrified the hull. Prevents anyone from messing with my ship. It wouldn't kill a person, but it's enough to give them one hell of a jolt if they get within a few feet. This puppy is a highly technical and valuable prototype, after all. Don't want anyone trying to steal anything."

I chuckled. "Probably a good plan." Tony was walking towards us by now.

"Tell him I'll be right out. I gotta go change real fast."

Quinn ran off, just as Tony reached me.

"Let me guess, she forgot about dinner while she was tinkering with her toy?" Tony asked.

"Looks like. She said she'd be out in a minute." I confirmed. Tony was dressed in nicer clothes than was his norm. You could alway tell when he was planning on going out in public.

Tony sighed. "I think I'm being punished for some of my less attractive personality quarks. Quinn and I share almost all my bad habits, so now I get to experience them on the other side of the coin. Really is an eye opener, having someone around who is a younger version of yourself."

"I wouldn't know. Probably never will. Kids don't exactly fit in well with my chosen profession."

Tony clapped me on the shoulder. "You never know, big guy. Sometimes things just happen." Tony looked towards the building behind me. "Ah, finally."

I turned as Quinn approached us. I was glad Tony was behind me, since I'm pretty sure my jaw might have dropped just a little. Quinn looked gorgeous. She was wearing a simple black dress which fell to just above her knees and hugged her body in all the right places. She looked sexy, but yet still tasteful. Her hair was loose, falling around her shoulders.

"Sorry to make you wait." She said.

"It's fine. Agent Barton here has been keeping me company." He took her hand, kissing the top of it gently. "You look beautiful."

Quinn blushed, which made her look even more beautiful.

"Thanks, Dad." She replied.

Tony offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

"Have fun. And happy birthday!" I said with a wave, then headed back towards the building. Tony may have been an enormous pain in the ass, but he could sure produce attractive children.


To Be Continued...