Summary: A year after the Civil War, the team go to investigate the Circus of Crime while unaware of how it links into Clint's dark past. Clint is trying to keep his past a secret, when he sees two sisters who he thought died six years ago. Clint/OC, Bucky/OC. Co - Written with Lannister418. Rated M for graphic violence, language and eventual sexual scenes.

Echoes Of The Past

Chapter 10

"Clearly I didn't get his memo, Tony." Coulson said stunned at what he was saying, and hurt at Bucky's question of him being a Nazi but he remained firm.

"I want to stay with Viv and Vika, while Dr Simmons and Dr Weaver examine them, Agent Coulson." Pepper said calmly, Viv and Vika took each of her hands.

Coulson nodded in understanding.

"Of course, I understand Pepper. You can come with them, it won't be long." Coulson assured her.

Pepper regarded him suspiciously.

"We'll see, Coulson."

"Barney, where did Pepper, Viv and Vika go?" Clint asked quietly, it had been two hours since they'd left with Jemma Simmons and Anne Weaver, and everyone was anxious.

"They just went to get examined, they'll be back, don't worry." Barney said reassuringly.

Clint still looked worried.

Pepper could tell that Viv and Vika were terrified when they had their blood taken, and especially of a strange object that actually started making Vika cough up blood, while Viv suffered a nose bleed badly.

"What are you doing to them?!" Pepper demanded horrified.

"Okay, that shouldn't be happening." said Phil, closing the box. "I think we ought to leave these tests till Viv and Vika are back to normal."

"But..." Jemma began, only to be silenced by a look from the agent.

"Did we do something wrong?" Viv asked tearfully, as Pepper cleaned away the blood.

"Of course you didn't" she assured her, throwing Phil a dirty look, "But we won't be carrying out any more tests today. Go and wait with Dr Banner."

She turned back to Phil after the girls left.

"Any more tests can be carried out by Bruce, Helen and Jessica." She said firmly. "They're officially with the Avengers now, so Ross needs to back off and so does Gonzales. I'm telling you this because I still regard you as a friend and Tony might not be so polite about it."

"I'll see to it, you know I'm doing what I can to keep them free of interference." He paused, an uncertain look on his face. "How's Clint?"

"You hurt him really badly." Pepper said, Phil had always been a good friend and it pained her to see him in this situation. "He still doesn't want to speak to you. Give him more time."

By Saturday evening, Bucky, Clint, Viv and Vika were back to their normal ages. Bucky's deconditioning had held, but he still spent an anxious couple of hours in a secure room just in case.

Clint examined his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He'd forgotten how fresh-faced and boyish he'd still been in his early thirties.

"Hey Bruce! Any chance of stopping the aging process about now?" He asked, grinning hopefully. Bruce laughed and shook his head

"If I could do that I'd make a fortune! I'm still trying to work out why the serum had this effect in the first place."

Clint leaned over to Viv with a sly smile.

"Fancy making the most of it?"

"Jesus." Muttered Tony, as the two of them headed off "I'll be glad when this place stops feeling like the spring break from hell!"

"I want you so much." Murmured Clint, kissing Viv's shoulder, she stiffened suddenly and he paused. "You okay, baby?"

"I thought I was over everything Viktor did." She sighed. "But this hasn't been a pleasant week."

Clint straightened up.

"I can just hold you, if you want." He offered, she shook her head, turning round and starting to unbutton his shirt

"I need this." She said quietly. Clint put his arms around her and held her gently. He was sure of one thing, he and Bucky were going to find this guy and make him suffer for what he did.

Clint wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed her tenderly, she held onto him tightly as she pulled off his shirt and they kissed each other passionately. He held her tightly as he placed kisses ion her neck, biting lightly on her pulse point as he pulled up her black patterned dress and she laughed as he picked her up.

"You're beautiful, brave and passionate." Clint growled roughly, he found himself pressing against her so she could feel his desire for her and she shivered.

"I love you, Clint." She whispered thickly, Clint smiled at her and pulled her against him so he could kiss her on the lips.

"I wanted to die, you know. When I thought you and Vika were dead, I was honestly hoping Coulson would kill me so I could get to be with you and Vika, again." He admitted quietly, Viv kissed him tenderly, her heart swimming with love for her hawk.

"I am glad that you are here with me, my miro tale." Viv said lovingly, she kissed him and he gladly responded before pushing her onto the bed gently.

Clint bent his head down slowly, inhaling her scent. Cinnamon, and wild roses, with a hint of something that smelled of spices. He then softly pressed his lips to her neck. He slowly placed kisses up to her jaw, and then her mouth.

Here, he deepened the kiss, and cupped the back of her head as he pulled the dark purple silk headscarf that was wrapped around her dark, vibrant red wavy hair.

He pulled down the thin straps of her dress, and tugged down her bra so he could kiss her pale, creamy breasts. She used that moment to pull off his shirt completely, and began running her hands over his scarred, bare chest.

He looked much as she remembered him from Budapest, the handsome boyish face with the steady eyes of a killer, exciting memories of their first passion rising up in her as she pulled at the belt of his jeans.

"Not yet, babe." He murmured, moving her hands away as his lips teased a path down over her belly. "I'll cum too quick."

Viv moaned aloud, her fingers twining in his hair, as his strong, warm tongue explored between her thighs; little nips and kisses raising the heat of her passion. She had never known a man like him. Most sought only their own release while Clint was skilled in bringing her to the point of climax before giving in to his own need; finding in the satisfying of her pleasure a fulfilment of his own, judging the right moment with the senses of a true lover.

"Tale!" She cried aloud as he slid inside her, slowly filling her as he pressed his lips to hers. Viv's hands clasped at his broad shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as his hips moved with slow, steady thrusts; gradually building speed and intensity as her breathing quickened and she felt the familiar, pulsing contractions in her belly.

She screamed as the pleasure surged though her like an electric current, barely aware of Clint's hoarse, guttural, cry and the way his body tensed against hers before collapsing, exhausted, his mouth still hungrily exploring her neck and breasts.

"I love you, Viv." He gasped. "I'm never going to lose you again."

"I love you too, Clint. More than anything in the world and I'll always be by your side." Viv said thickly, Clint held her tightly and kissed her on the lips. He nuzzled her neck tenderly and curled himself around her, making sure that she was warm, as he held her in his arms and she laid her head over his chest.

Bucky and Vika were both lying down on the bed semi clothed, Buck was shirtless, he'd been in the shower and Vika had just come out of the shower and wearing a black silk dressing gown.

Her long red wavy hair was damp, and he wrapped his arms around her tenderly, gently tracing lines over her stomach thoughtfully, causing Vika to smile.

"What are you thinking about, James?" She asked softly.

"Having children with you, Vika." Bucky admitted quietly, his voice quiet as he told Vika, about his dream.

"I'd love having your children." Vika confessed shyly.

Bucky drew her onto the bed beside him, undoing the belt of her kimono and gently kissing her breasts.

"Glad to be back to normal again?" She asked with a smile. He nodded, almost passing a comment about being 16 again before remembering the trauma Viv and Vika had gone through. He laid his head gently on her shoulder.

"It's been a strange week." He said quietly. "Are you all right?"

Vika ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead.

"I'm always all right when I'm with you, my Vyusher. I know nothing can harm me, it's just..."

She paused and he wrapped his arms around her tighter.

"I'm going to find the man who hurt you, draga, and make him pay for everything he did to you and Viv." He promised her, a dark fire burning in his eyes.

Vika turned his face to hers and kissed him slow and deep as he rolled on top of her, his chest warm and firm against her.

"Let's not think of him, my wolf." She murmured. "Right now, all I want is you..."

Bucky growled low in his throat and nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses on her throat and chest, while she unbuckled his jeans and pulled off the black leather belt.

He rolled them over so now he was on top of her, and kissed her long, and passionately. Vika felt her stomach burn in desire and let out a soft moan, when he started biting and kissing her breasts, the scruff of his stubble tickling her.

"James, please...I need you." She gasped heavily, tangling her hands in his thick, dark brown locks.

Bucky growled lowly.

"I need you too, Viktoriia." Bucky growled roughly, calling her by her real name and slid inside her, with a hard, deep thrust as she bit and sucked his left nipple.

Bucky groaned at feeling her mouth on his chest, her nails digging into the muscles of his back, drawing blood.

The need for him burned deep inside Vika as she clung to Bucky, kissing him with fierce passion as his body moved against hers, the metal of his arm cool against her skin as he brought her to the brink of climax.

"Oh God! Vyusher! Harder!" She cried, sinking her teeth deep into his shoulder as he thrust fast and deep, feeling her body contract around him as his head spun with the need of release.

He gave a great, wordless, bellow, his whole body shaking from head to foot as he collapsed on top of her in the final convulsion, a profound sense of peace flooding through him as he laid his head on her shoulder with a sigh.

"I need you more than I know how to say." He whispered softly as they drifted together into sleep.

"Welcome back, Old Man!" grinned Pietro as Clint, once more his real age, shuffled drowsily into the living area the next morning.

"Shut it, Speedy!" He growled, pouring himself a coffee and ladling sugar into it. "This old man can still kick your butt with one hand tied behind his back."

Pietro quickly piped down after that and the team ate breakfast, as Viv served coffee to everyone while Vika cooked more pancakes and put them on a large plate.

"Sir, there is a young woman requesting to speak to you." Jarvis informed Tony, he looked surprised but nodded as the young woman was allowed to enter.

The young woman was a dark haired and hazel eyes, she was wearing a dark purple silk headscarf with a pattern of flowers on it, and wearing a black dress with a purple cotton shawl and a green coat on her.

"What can we do for you, Miss?" Tony asked politely.

"My son is missing, Mr Stark. The police are trying but Home Secretary Thaddeus Ross won't let them investigate his disappearance...because...because my son is Gifted and Romani." The woman said distraught.

The team exchanged glances.

"What's your name, mam?" Steve asked kindly, she sniffled and swallowed, as Pepper made her some coffee.

"Nadia Gray, Mr Rogers."

'When did your son go missing?" Tony asked, sympathetically, as Pepper handed the woman a drink. This seemed like more of a case for a private investigator, but the woman had been persistent and that deserved a hearing.

"In Sokovia, Mr Stark." She said, drying her eyes. "He was working on one of the relief missions out there. I haven't heard from him in three weeks and nobody's seen him."

She looked round at them.

"The police think he's just gone walkabout, but he's not like that. He used to email me every day."

She began crying again and Pepper put an arm around her while the others waited. Once she'd calmed down again, Bruce turned to her.

"You said your son was Gifted?" He asked softly and she nodded in reply. "What was his gift?"

"It's a very rare gift, I'm not sure how to explain it but he's very gifted with art and technology. He can hear people's thoughts, it started when he was five years old and he said things that we were thinking, but didn't say." Nadia said quietly, and wiped her eyes.

"So he's a telepath, Mrs Gray?" Tony asked gently, Nadia nodded and took a sip from the cup of tea that Viv had made her.

"Yes sir, it's very strange...but my mother said, that she had heard rumours of children going missing in the past, in Sokovia. I don't know what to do, it sounds unbelievable but someone, or a group, or...something has taken my boy." Nadia said in despair, her eyes wet with tears.

"When was the last time you spoke to him, Nadia?" Natasha asked kindly to her, Nadia wiped her eyes.

"Three weeks ago, he was building housing with other relief workers. He wants to be a doctor, my Nico." She said proudly, and her eyes dimmed.

"Just like his father, god rest his soul."

"Sokovia is a little country Mrs Gray," Vika said. "Someone will have seen your son but no one would talk to the police."

She pronounced the last word with a contemptuous snort.

"We know people there, my sister and I are Sokovian Kalderash." Viv told her. "They will speak to us."

"I... I can't pay much." Mrs Gray stammered. Tony shook his head with a dry laugh.

"Believe me, Mrs Gray, money is not an issue." he glanced over at Clint and Bucky, both of whom were intensely interested in the woman's story. "I think we've got a Hawk and a Wolf who're already set on the hunt."

"We'll need as much information as we can on your son, his friends, where he was staying and working." said Clint, his eyes alert and eager. "Copies of any recent photographs as well."

"You're going to help me?" Mrs Gray sounded incredulous.

"We'll find your son, and get him home to you" Bucky promised

"Thank you, I don't know how to repay any of you." Nadia said shakily, Tony simply smiled at her.

"It's our job, Nadia."

Clint noticed that Viv seemed very quiet and it wasn't until dinner, he found her crying over a photo album, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as she sobbed.

"My boy, my little sweet little boy." She sobbed heartbrokenly, Clint walked over and pulled her into his arms.

"It's alright Viv, I got you." He whispered thickly.

Viv sobbed harder and buried her face into his shirt, he rocked her gently and hummed to her softly.

"It's his birthday in three weeks." She sobbed brokenly.

Clint wrapped his arms around her, holding her head against his chest. He knew the pain would never go away. He'd wondered so many times what it would have felt like to hold Simon in his arms, to have smelled his hair and heard him laugh.

"We'll visit him while we're out there." He promised, stroking her hair.

"We have a possible lead." Tony informed them as they gathered in the living area that evening "I've been checking Nico's Facebook and email."

He made a lot of new friends out there, including a couple of young Croatian students who don't appear to exist offline. They're tagged in a post about a bonfire party he was going to just before he was reported missing."

Jarvis was tracking the origin of the possibly fake profiles, but there might be others at the party who remembered something. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

"He being gifted might be nothing to do with it." Vika commented, she'd read the cards earlier and the answers were ambiguous. "He's a very handsome young man, it's not just women the sex-traders target."

"You're right." Steve said, with a grimace of distaste. "We can't jump to any conclusions just yet. Find out what you can on the ground and let us know."

"We will, maybe we can find Trtko and ask him if he knows anything about the children going missing." Vika said thoughtfully, Bucky looked at her quietly.

"Wasn't he the Sokovian gangster?" He asked curiously, Vika smiled and nodded at his question.

"He was, and he hated Helmut Zemo with an unbinding hatred that all of us felt towards him." She said bitterly.

"Wasn't he Sokovian?" Steve asked curiously, Vika snorted in contempt and shook her head, before she started pulling her hair out of the messy bun.

"No, he was Latveria/Sokovian. When Sokovia wanted to be independent in 2007, Latveria said no and the war started. Zemo was a member of Echo Scorpion, a death squad that went after suspected Sokovian nationalists. They weren't very fond of people who were Romani, he threw Viv on the floor after we saw him hitting a little boy." Vika said bitterly.

Bucky exchanged a look with Tony and Steve.

"He told us that he had a family, and he had a little boy." Bucky said surprised, Vika's face darkened in anger and her eyes flashed a dark purple colour, as the sky outside darkened.

"That Romani traitor of his? Please, everyone in Novi Grad knew that she liked sleeping around with men and god help the poor bastard who didn't fall for her. Django got beaten up because of her flirting with him, Zemo broke three of his ribs, and ordered that his shop be broken into." She said hatefully.

Translations:

Romani: Tale means hawk.

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