Clint did not have this. Even though Bobbi couldn't leave the Tower, it was still big enough for her to avoid Clint at just about every turn. Whether it was working out in the gym, checking in on FitzSimmons, talking to Hill or simply walking off the second the archer opened his mouth. It went on like that for three days, until the day Tony called everyone into the lab.

"Did you figure out how to send James home?" Steve asked.

"Not yet, Captain Rogers," said Simmons "but, we did find something quite interesting."

"The hardest thing for us was figuring out how to study the orb," Bruce explained.

"Try to cut it open and you knock something loose, this whole place could end up back in the Stone Age," Tony continued "Me and Bruce tried x-raying the thing," Tony gestured to the orb sitting on the lab bench "but whatever it's made of, it's can absorb low levels of radiation. That," Tony smiled as he clasped his hand on Fitz's shoulder "is when this came to the rescue."

Fitz chuckled. "It was nothing really."

"Nothing?" Simmons repeated "Fitz came up with the idea to create an x-ray machine powered by Mr. Stark's repulsor technology. It was brilliant."

"The kid and I whipped up a prototype and we started taking snapshots of the orbs insides," Tony said as his hands fluttered across the holotable "which we used to create this." Tony whipped his hand forward and a glowing transparent orb appeared above the holotable. "An exact 3-D model replica."

"Cool," said James, gaining a smile from Tony.

"When we started studying the inner workings of the orb," Simmons explained as she removed one the model's back panels and spun it around for the others to see "We found these."

Steve's eyes narrowed as he studied the contents of the orb "Secondary triggers, dummy wires, debris launcher."

"Since when is Captain America an expert on time machines?" Pepper asked.

"He's not. Those are standard in all modern explosives," Natasha clarified.

"Are you saying it's a bomb?"

"This thing is more than just a bomb," Tony disputed "it's a time grenade. The world's first literal time bomb."

"Makes sense," Maria chimed in "why kill your enemies when you can send them through time to when you've already won or they'll be considered crazy and locked in padded cell."

"I had no idea the Asgardians were so advanced," Simmons marveled.

"It's not Asgardian." The entire room looked at James, who for the most part had been silent save for his praise of Tony's advancement.

"What do you mean it's not Asgardian?" Bruce asked "I thought you said Loki was trying to get orb back."

"I said he was trying to take it," James clarified "I never said he was trying to take it back."

"Well if it's not from Asgard then where'd it come from?" Tony asked.

"Some blue alien," James said casually with a shrug.

"Blue?" Bobbi repeated.

"Just out of curiosity," Fitz chimed in nervously "this alien wouldn't happen to be Kree would he?"

"What's a Kree?" Tony asked.

James shook his head. "Kree are a light blue. This guy was more of a navy blue."

"Oookay. Aside from the particular shade of blue, can you tell us anything else about this alien?" Bruce asked.

He wears a green robe, has a purple helmet and he wants to invade Earth," James listed off.

"That figures," Tony scoffs.

"But he doesn't know how to get his army here," James added "Oh yeah. And he's after you guys," he remembered pointing to his parents.

"Well aren't we special?" Natasha quipped.

"What's he want with us?" Steve asked.

"His dad is going to come and try to take over the Earth," James started slowly "but Mom and Dad blow up his space ship and you lock him up. So the guy who left that," James pointed to the orb sitting on the table "came back to before his Dad invades Earth to kill you guys." James mentally checked his story and nodded once he was sure that he had everything right. "He must've been really scared of Mom, 'cause he took off after she started shooting at her."

"It's official. I hate time travel." Clint announced.

"It's actually not that hard to follow sir," Simmons told him. "The son came back in time to prevent the temporal displacement of the Avengers arresting his father,"

"Which caused a ripple effect that created an alternate timeline," Fitz continued.

"Where the son no longer existed,"

"So by going back in time to before his father arrives,"

"He has the opportunity to prevent the displacement by eliminating the key Avengers responsible for his father's defeat,"

"Ensuring his father's victory,"

"And restoring the future to its original timeline," Simmons finished.

Fitz nodded in agreement. "See? Simple as that."

Clint stared blankly at the two young scientists then glanced at Tony and Bruce.

"Back to the Future," they said together.

"Ah," Clint said in realization "Now I get."

"So can you get James home?" Steve asked urgently.

"Not yet, but now that we can get a look at the nuts and bolts, we're close," Tony bent down and place a comforting hand on James' "We're going to get you home. I promise."

James smiled "I know you won't let me down Uncle Tony," he said, his blue eyes sparkling with love and confidence.

"Come on, pal. Let's let them get back to work." Steve suggested as he led his son out, the Black Widow shortly following afterwards.

"That kid is counting on you Stark," Natasha reminded.

"And I won't let him down." Tony promised as the spy walked out.

"Tony, are you sure that was a good idea?"

The billionaire looked back at Bruce "What do you mean?"

"We all want to get James home, but this is a bomb," Bruce reminded "and last time I checked, bombs only go off once."

So now what? We just give up? " Simmons challenged "That little boy is counting on us."

"No one's saying we give up Jemma," Fitz assured her "but it may take more time than they think."

"Great idea kid," Tony said sharply "How about you two go upstairs and tell the ten year-old that it's going to take a year or two to get him home?"

"No one's suggesting that Tony," Bruce disputed "But it might help if you didn't keep making promises to the boy!"

Bobbi watched the bickering scientists lash out at each other and shook her head. They were just cranky from running on nothing but coffee for the past 18 hours. She was just about to break it up, when she felt a familiar pair of eyes on her. Bobbi gave Clint a deathly glare from across the room and stormed out with a scowl. As she heard the sound of following footsteps, Bobbi felt her hands clench into tight fists.

"Bobbi, wait. Bobbi, will you just listen to me please?" When Clint grabbed her wrist, Bobbi lost it. She spun on her heels and slugged him, knocking the Avenger off his feet.

"Get this through your head," Bobbi demanded in a trembling voice "I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. I don't want anything to do with you!"

Clint groaned as he rubbed his now aching jaw. "You don't mean that Bobbi. You love me."

Bobbi looked down into Clint's eyes, his dark brown orbs looking back at hers of crystal blue, begging her to listen. Bobbi swallowed a growing lump in her throat as she did her best to keep her voice neutral. "I did. Once."

After her run-in with Clint, Bobbi went straight to the gym, her emotions running so high she felt she was going to explode. With every hit she unleashed on the body bag, the Mockingbird attempted to erase her memories of Hawkeye.

The day they met. BAM!

Their first date. BAM!

Their first kiss. BAM!

The first time they said I love you. BAM!

Their wedding. BAM!

The day everything fell apart. BAM! BAM! BAM!

The thought alone was enough to send Bobbi over the edge. Her blows became wild and uncontrolled, her only desire to cause as much damage as possible.

"Bobbi?"

"What?" Bobbi wanted to hit herself with her own batons as the biochemist jumped at the whip-like snap in her voice. "God, Simmons. I'm so sorry."

"Boy troubles?"

Bobbi chuckled darkly as she started unwrapping the tape from her fingers. Her hands were shaking. "Got to hand it to Barton. Even after all this time, he still knows how to drive me crazy."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Bobbi said nothing, her eyes glued to her still shaking hands.

"Bobbi," Simmons spoke in a sympathetic tone "if you don't want to talk to me about it, that's fine. But you really should talk to someone," she advised 'before it eats you from the inside out."

Bobbi nodded silently.

"I'm going to head back to the lab. If you want, we can talk about it when I'm done."

Bobbi took a shaky breath as she sat down on the mat, with trembling hands she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She paused at Hunter, but after all his suspicions he was probably was the last person she should talk to about Clint Barton, and she went down to the only other person she could think to call.

"You got Mack."

"Hey," Bobbi spoke in a hollow voice "It's me."

"Bobbi, you alright?"

"I'm losing my mind Mack," Bobbi spoke softly.

"Clint?" he assumed.

"He keeps coming. Trying to get me to forgive him. But how can I?" she asked "How can I when he won't even admit what he did?"

"Bobbi," Mack spoke in a soothing voice "you need to let this go."

"I want to Mack. I want to get past this. I want to move on. But I can't," Bobbi's voice became a whisper as she chocked back a sob "I still love him. I love him but I am still so angry at him and I don't know what to do."

Mack stayed silent for a moment. "Bobbi, I've known Clint almost as long as you have," he said. "And I kept in touch with him for a while after the divorce. And through everything, everything," Mack emphasized "he has not once changed his story. Not a single detail. Now why," Mack asked "would Clint continue to lie to you even if you knew the truth?"

Bobbi felt a surge of anger rise up. "So what, you're taking his side now?"

"No I'm not taking-,"

"He left me Mack," Bobbi interrupted 'I may have asked for the divorce, but he's the one that stabbed me in the back. Or have you forgotten how I came to your house crying every night for a month?"

"No I haven't forgotten-,"

"Then why don't you call back when you figure out whose side you're on?" Bobbi snapped. And she hung up the phone.

James had his work cut out for him. After finally hacking into Bobbi's SAT phone and hearing her entire conversation with Mack, James was certain of two things: 1, the only way to get Clint and Bobbi back together to was to convince Bobbi that nothing happened with Clint and Natasha. 2, He had to do it in a way that wouldn't give Bobbi an exit point or a chance to beat poor Uncle Clint to a pulp.

But how? He wasn't a matchmaker; he was ten years old for crying out loud! But if there was anyone that could help with girl troubles, James knew just who to call. "Uncle Tony!" James called as he headed toward the lab. As he passed through the living room, James spotted a familiar face crying on the couch. "Aunt Pepper, are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine sweetie," the CEO sniffled.

"Then why are you crying?"

"It's the movie," Pepper explained as she wiped her tears "It always makes me cry," Pepper chocked back a sob "It's one of my favorites."

James tilted her head as he stared at the screen. Two people were arguing. Loudly. "Why do girls love movies that make them feel bad?"

"It's romantic. See those two, they're on their way to get a divorce," Pepper explained "but they're stuck in the elevator. So now they're arguing. And soon they're going to work things out and get back together."

James eyes widened. "You mean all it takes to get two people back together is to lock them in the same room together?"

Pepper took a shaky breath. "Sometimes, when two people love each other. Sometimes you just need to have it out. No one leaves angry."

James felt so inspired; he thought a light bulb was going to turn on over his head "UNCLE TONY!"

"This is a bad idea."

"No Cap, this is a good idea," Tony disputed "A bad idea is you guys playing matchmaker without the love god himself. If you guys had let me in on this from the start, those two would be halfway to their honeymoon by now," he stated. "Cap, I'm telling you, this will work. Couples have been using this method for centuries. Me and Pepper use it all the time."

"Pepper's not a killer," Steve commented.

Tony scoffed. "You never saw her on Extremis."

"Dad, this has to work," James said strongly "If Uncle Clint and Bobbi aren't getting along by I the time I go home, they might not ever get together."

"Son, I want to help your Uncle Clint just as much as you do," Steve replied truthfully "But you're acting like a bomb's about to go off. Now why don't you just calm down, and we take a minute and think?"

"We're running out of time! If we don't hurry Frankie might not-," the second those words left his lips, James clamped his hands over his mouth while his eyes went wide in shock.

"Who's Frankie?"

James simply shook his head.

"James, who's Frankie?" Steve repeated.

"I think the kid let something about the future slip," Tony guessed "Kid, tell us what's going on. You won't get into any trouble."

"Promise," Steve assured strongly.

James released a breath as he slowly removed his hands from his mouth. He turned his smartwatch and pulled up video on the holographic screen. James stood in the middle of the gym, a boy with pale spiky blonde hair standing next to him, carrying a bow and arrow set.

"Alright Frankie, you ready?" Clint asked from behind the camera "Show them how it's done!"

"Come on, James," Steve encouraged "You got this!"

"Go get him baby!" Natasha cheered.

James smiled and waved to the camera while Frankie simply gave thumbs up. "I'm taking you down, soldier boy."

"In your dreams farm boy," James disputed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright, cool it you two," said Tony "Now you two both know the rules: No trick shots, no trick arrows. And you both get one shot. You ready?"

The two boys nodded.

"Alright. Now James, since you won the coin toss, you get to go first."

Steve and Natasha shouted words of encouragement as James hefted his Frisbee in his hand, a holographic target appeared in near the far end of the gym. James hurled the Frisbee with a grunt, the bright red disc sailing through the air in a perfect arc, shattering the hard light target as it hit.

Cheers went up from the crowd as a holographic display showed that the shot had hit the most inner ring. James pumped his fist as his Frisbee returned straight to his hand. "Beat that!" he gloated.

Frankie scoffed. "Piece of cake." The boy silently drew back his bow and aimed at the new target as it appeared. The camera zoomed in and focused on Frankie's face, set in a familiar form of concentration. Softly, the young archer counted down as he prepared to fire "Three… two… one...," The arrow took off, slicing through the air like a sword, as it shattered the target and lodged itself in the wall behind it.

The Avengers roared as the monitor showed the accuracy of Frankie's shot: perfect bullseye. Frankie proudly raised his bow in the air as Clint shouted with enthusiasm from behind the screen. "That's my boy!"

James stopped the video, turning off the projector of his watch "Get it now?"

Steve spoke slowly, his mind still reeling from what he'd just seen "Frankie is,"

"Hawkeye Jr." Tony finished.

James nodded. "Give you one guess who his mom is."

"That's why this is so important to you," Steve realized.

"Frankie's my friend. He's more than that," James corrected "He's family. And I don't want to go home and find out he was never born. This plan will work, I know it. But I need your help."

Steve looked into his son's eyes, the mirroring blue orbs filled with confidence and an incredible sense of loyalty that Steve had only seen in one other person before. "What do you need?"