Clint muttered under his breath as he pressed the 'print' button on his laptop. Thankfully, the printer worked this time as only seconds later it started working its magic.

When the photo came out of the machine, Clint hauled himself and the swivel chair he sat in across the room he called his, 'home office'. It was the room he always used for after-mission paperwork.

Picking up the photo, he put it in a frame he bought earlier that week. He couldn't help but smile as he held the framed memory in his hands.

As Clint towed himself back in the direction of the desk he just came from, he didn't put the picture down right away as he simply enjoyed looking at it up close. After admiring it for another few minutes in the comfort of his chair, he stood the frame up on his desk. He couldn't help but notice that the selfie Wanda took of them in the forest fit right at home surrounded by the pictures of his family.

While he continued looking at the photo that was now a part of the others, his cell phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he sighed as he instantly knew what was about to come. "Yes?" He answered.

"Barton," Nick Fury said on the other end. "I need you to come in."

'Of course,' Clint mentally sighed at his previous hypothesis being right. "You do realize you gave me a break, right?" Clint said as he pushed himself away from the wooden desk and spun a bit in his swivel chair.

Fury replied, annoyance in his voice. "And I can shorten it whenever I like."

Clint sighed. "Can't you get Natasha on this one? Or anyone else in that faculty of yours?"

"I need your specific skill sets," Fury simply stated. "You're the best I've got and it's a time sensitive mission. So I need you to come in within the next 2 hours to brief you."

Clint transferred the phone in his hands, letting it rest against his opposite ear. "How long will this 'time sensitive' mission take?" He said as he rubbed his forehead.

"No more than two days. A quick and easy in and out."

Clint groaned internally, but didn't let Fury hear it. "Yeah, okay. I assume you already sent a ride to get me?"

"See you in two." Fury said, as if it were a proper answer to his question, before hanging up.

Clint put his phone down on his lap and ran a hand through his hair. Leaning against the office chair, he glanced at the new photo one last time. With a slight smile on his face, he got up to find Laura.

He found her feeding baby Nathaniel in their room. Sitting on the bed next to her, Clint watched his son for a moment before Laura sensed something was off with her husband.

"What is it?" She asked as she looked up from the child drinking the bottled milk in her hands.

"Fury called me in for a mission," Clint simply said.

Laura sighed, disappointment clear in her voice. "We all knew that would happen eventually."

"Yeah…." Clint drifted as he played with his son a bit. He waved his finger in front of the child and in turn, Nate did his best to grab it while continuing to drink the milk. Eventually, he succeeding in grabbing it. Clint couldn't help but grin at the child's pride in being successful. "It should be a fast mission, only a few days. I'll be back in no time.

"When are you leaving?" She asked as she took the now empty bottle out of Nate's mouth and bounced him lightly against her towel-covered shoulder.

"Whenever my ride gets here. Within the hour."

"You better pack up then," She forced a smile before kissing her husband. "And stay safe."

Clint gently rubbed her back for a minute as Nate continued to squirm in her grip. "Yes ma'am."

Clint stayed with her to help burp the baby before going to find his gear and the kids. He grabbed his long equipment bag from the closet before leaving the room and going downstairs to get his quiver and trusty bow.

As he swung his quiver and bow over his shoulder, he noticed the kids outside playing on the swing set. He was about to go talk to them when he heard the familiar rumble of a helicopter.

"That was fast…." Clint mumbled as he walked onto the porch, seeing the helicopter land in the distance in a slew of dust from the dirt driveway it landed on.

Lila and Cooper jumped off their swings and ran up to their father. "Another mission, daddy?" Lila asked.

Clint could tell she was a bit bummed, so he dropped his bag to pick her up. "Yeah, I'm sorry honey. But I'll be back in no time." He said with a grin and ruffled Cooper's hair. "Be good to mom while I'm gone."

"We will," they replied in unison. He gave Lila a quick kiss on her forehead before setting her down again.

Clint picked up his bag before starting off toward the copter. He put on dark sunglasses as he neared it, keeping out the wind and dust from his eyes. Turning back one last time, he waved to his family. The kids waved back, but they couldn't hold off from nervously giving each other side glances. They simply hoped their father came home soon. And safe.

From the upstairs window, Clint noticed Laura watching him leave as she held Nathaniel. She gave him a worried wave and Clint nodded an acknowledgement before climbing into the vehicle, taking off seconds later. She held Nathaniel close in hopes of easing her worry while the innocent child smiled in her arms.

No matter how many times Clint went out on missions, Laura couldn't help but have the worst case scenarios cross her mind. She couldn't stop herself from fearing the danger that came with his job.

It was another mission. And with another mission, came another chance for her husband to potentially never make it back home.