Once they were all alone, Thor and the two younger students sat down under a tree. While, Clint climbed up the tree and sat on one of the low branches and Natasha stayed standing, but Thor sat down.

"So, is there a reason you called me over?" Natasha asked crossing her arms and leaning against the trunk.

"Yeah." Clint spoke. He pointed in the direction of the gang. "I'd like ya to meet our brothers."

Natasha looked at the gang. There were 5 kids. All of them wore black, some wore leather, some had spikes, some had collars.

They looked like a bunch of KISS rejects. Except for two. One had brown, shaggy hair and what looked to be blue eyes. He was wearing a simple black coat, black jeans, and black t-shirt. The other had slicked back black hair and was the only one of the group pulling off the leather pants and boots. The black button up with green designs on it was a little too fancy for those kinds of shoes, but he pulled it off.

Natasha figured those were the ones Clint was talking about.

"The shaggy haired boy is Barney, Mr. Slick is Loki." Clint clarified, though he figured she already guessed that.

"Why did you come over here though?" Natasha asked once again. Thor and Clint shared a look.

"I believe it best not to be in a big group when my brother and his..."friends" are nearby." Thor answered. Natasha blinked. She couldn't remember Thor ever really being so quiet.

"Why?"

"Because Loki is Loki." Clint stated with hate evident in his voice. Nat could guess that the two had met before. "The rat likes to cause trouble for everyone he dislikes. Well," Clint paused and put a finger to his chin a moment in thought. He shrugged. "Those he dislikes more than usual anyway."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't call my brother a rat." Thor said, glaring a little at the teen in the tree. "But Barton is right. If Loki were to notice us, he would not hesitate to take into account those we were with." Thor sighed. "You would not wish to be associated with us on Lokis list. It is never a pleasant thing."

"But won't he recognize Jane? You are dating her after all." Natasha said. She was still a little lost, though she'd never admit that.

"Loki does not know of my affection for the Lady Jane. Nor of our connection." Thor replied confidently. "I have made sure of that."

"What would Loki do if he were to find out you were associated with everyone?"

"Most likely he would follow them to find out what they most enjoyed and then do something to "help" them cease to enjoy it." Thor sighed. "He would do so in the name of Odinson. I've lost many a friend over the years because of Loki's mischief."

Natasha thought for a moment before asking her next question. "Then why bring me over?"

Clint looked down at her. "Because you're one of the few in the group who would not only kick Loki's ass if he tried to mess with you, but would also make it a point to prove that his pranks meant nothing to you." Natasha had to concede to that. "Not to mention," Clint continued, "you are also the only one in the group who knows that we're" He motioned to himself and Thor, "both affiliated with that gang in some form."

"Alright. What will you do if they come over here?" Natasha asked, her eyes back on the group of deliquints.

"Why do you ask, Lady Natasha?" Thor said back, uncertain.

Natasha nodded in the groups direction. "Because they're coming over here."

Clint and Thor's eyes both widened as they whipped their head around to stare at the gang, hard enough to cause whip lash. "Shit." Clint exclaimed at the same time Thor said, "This is most unfortunate."

The group of 5 slowly made their way over, Loki in the front, flanked by two big kids with bad make up jobs. Barney was towards the back looking notably bored, though when he spotted the kid in the tree his eyes sharpened with interest.

"Well, well." Loki said, his hands spread before him. He looked like he was enjoying the pain on Thors face. "If it isn't my dear brother. Oh, and is that young Clint in the tree?" Loki shielded his eyes with his hand as he gazed up the tree. Clint glared a truly evil glare back. Natasha stood up straight when Lokis gaze landed on her. "And who might you be?"

"None of your business." Natasha replied icily. Loki dropped his smile and glared at her.

Barney had joined Loki at the front of the gang and was watching his little brother intently. He spoke up a minute into Loki and Natashas staring contest. "Why the hell are you in a tree, Clinton?" His voice was like a dull ache in Clints chest. He hadn't spoken to his brother in forever.

"Why's it matter to you?" Clint shot back. He knew Barney sounded nice enough, but it didn't fool him. The use of his full name was proof enough that Barney was still the way he'd been when Clint was taken from the house.

"You know, I went to the house a while back." Barney started. Clint froze. Everyone was now listening to their conversation. Clint jumped down from the tree to face his brother head on. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that, hey, Dad was arrested!" The smile on the older Bartons face was twisted in so many ways. "Didn't think to tell me about it? Bro?" Barney stressed the word 'bro'. He did so in a way that showed Clint he didn't, and never would, mean it.

"You hadn't been there for two years. I figured it wouldn't matter to you." Clint held his ground. He wouldn't back down in front of the toughest person he ever knew. She'd kill him if he did. " 'Sides, you always said you hated Dad. Even as you drank from one of his beer bottles and smacked me around in the same way he did." Clint put a mock surprise look on his face. "Ya know, you acted a lot like someone I knew. Oh! That's right. You acted a lot like Dad." Clint finished with a glare. Barney clenched his fists and looked ready to blow.

"Shut your fucking mouth. You're just an immature brat with abandonment issues." Barney fought to keep his voice calm, but it sounded terribly strained to everyone.

Clint didn't have that problem. When he spoke, his voice was velvety smooth. "And what would that make you? The boy who is just like a cheap immatation of the man he claims to hate." Clint stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked up into his brothers eyes. "I may be immature. I may even have abandonment issues, though I doubt it since everyone who abandoned me I hated, but you're worse. You have the real problem."

"Why you little-" Barney began angrily.

Clint cut him off. "No, Barn. You need to hear this. You are the one with the abandonment issues. Mom died and you went nutso. You barely even liked Mom and yet there you were, joining some gang and acting like the person you hated most in the world. You don't just have abandonment issues, you've got a serious case of 'Daddy Issues'." Clint spat. "You're no better than a teenage girl."


Authors Note: Oh snap. It's 6 am and I am awake against my will but per my bodies wishes. I think I know how I'm going to post these next few chapters. It's gonna be one in the morning before school (like this one), then one after school for today, then two tomorrow morning and then the last chapter will be posted Saturday when I get back to my dads. How's that work for you people?

I'm outta goodbyes...so...See ya 'round.