Clint could only stare at Ana as she laid on the cot, her red hair was chopped right to her jawline, showing bruises all over her neck, collar bone, and face. Her nose had been set back, the bruises from her eyes finally had started to fade. It was two days since Ana had been at Camp Half-Blood, it was that moment when Clint Barton had finally come to the conclusion that he never wanted to see his children like this. He watched the three Apollo kids take turns making sure she was alright every hour or so, Chiron had given the Avengers permission to have one at a time sit with Ana.

"She doing alright?" He turned to see a slightly taller version of Connor, which much has been Travis looking into the room. "Connor IM'ed me at two this morning, luckily my roommate was with some girl. He was panicked because of her; he feels bad with how he left things with her." He walked over and sat beside Clint, smiling at the body of Ana softly. "What have Will, Kayla, and Austin said about her?"

"Her nose was broken along with her leg. She has numerous bruises and some random burns that they are confused with how they showed. The major thing is her mind needed to shut down for a moment because of her powers with the dead and being there." Clint replied, "Her body is healing itself, she just needs to wake up."

Travis looked at her, "Sometimes I forget she's as kick-ass as she is, I found her before Connor did. She hadn't eaten in what looked like a month, she was on the street for so long at that point. If it wasn't the fact that she was being attacked, I would have thought of her as a weird power kid that was kicked out on the street. There are sometimes I still see her as the tiny broken porcelain doll that I originally knew her as."

"You seem protected over her." He replied, "More than being a brother to her. Was there some kind of thing that could have happened between you two?" He watched Travis shake his head, "You sure about that? She's in a coma, you can admit if there was."

"It would have never happened; she was always meant for Connor. There was a point, yes, but I love Katie now." Travis turned to look at him, "I'm going to go find Connor, there's sometimes that he is a dumbass and needs an ass kicking in order to get his head straight. I'm surprised that Valentina hasn't done that."

He watched Travis walk out of the infirmary, hearing the squealing of two girls as the door opened. This place seemed magical to him somewhat, the Apollo cabin being his favorite. When Chiron was showing him around this morning before switching out places with Bucky he watched Kayla, the red-haired girl, shooting a bow and arrow blindfolded hitting the target each time. He realized the magic of this place had also touched him, through Ana.

Ana sighed, running her hands through her long hair holding the bow as Clint smiled at her. "If the children of the god that uses these, say I shouldn't be near them. What makes you think that I would be a good idea you to teach me how to shoot?" She asked, looking at him with a pointed gaze.

"Because I'm the best shot that there is, you have it lined up pretty good, now just let go of the string and you'd be good." He replied, watching the young demigod let go of the bow. The arrow had done some weird thing, completely missed the target going up to the metal rim and bouncing heading towards Ana.

She yelped, dropping down on the ground quickly before the arrow could stab her in the face. She looked up at Clint, before laughing. She was laying down on the ground, her hair sprayed all over her face. "I told you, I shouldn't be near them. I think I managed to piss off Apollo as a child without knowing because that's been my least deadly experience shooting one. They always come near me no matter what."

"Are you seriously laughing at the fact you could have been shot in the head with an arrow?" He shook his head, chuckling. It was a week before she would go into Tartarus, and he wanted to have some good memories with his best friend's daughter. He would have never believed that four years ago Clint Barton would be teaching the daughter of Natasha Romanoff how to shoot a bow and arrow.

"If you don't laugh in the face of death, then what's the point of living?" She asked, "You should live a life so full that you never be afraid of death."

"Now where did you learn that from?" He asked, helping her up. "I'm keeping these away from you by the way."

"Because I'm terrified of what happens when I go into Tartarus and I have to laugh about death because if I don't then I won't be able to manage when I go." She replied, smiling softly. "Why don't we go see what everyone else is doing since you realized that this is an epic fail?"

Kayla sighed, checking Ana once again. She had started to lose faith that the girl would ever wake up. It had been day three, since coming back from the Underworld. She gently brushed the girl's hair out of her face, opening her eyes to see if they had been normal again. Yesterday, they had been rolled into the back of the girl's head. Before Kayla could go to open the girl's eyes, she jumped back as Ana sat straight up.

Kayla could only cover her ears for a moment, as she heard Ana give out a deathly scream. Damn, the girl had a voice on her that made Kayla stop for a moment. Then once again, she held onto Ana's arms before the girl could start flaying her arms around and hurting someone. She looked at Ana's eyes who managed to turn more black than the original dark brown.

"You're alright, Ana. You're in Camp Half Blood's infamy. You're no longer in Tartarus, you are fine." She repeated the mantra to her for what seemed like twenty minutes until she finally got Ana to calm down enough to control her body movements. She watched the Ana wrap her arms around herself, choking back a sob as she turned to look at Kayla. "You're going to be fine, all right?"

"Did Castor and Pietro make it out alright?" She asked, looking at the wall. Kayla could in that second realize that something was up as she told them that Castor had decided it was best to pretend that he was Pollux's younger brother and had left to Boston. He didn't want to see the girl that he had given his life up to save do the same thing for him. Pietro was at the Avengers Facility spending time with his family.

She looked at Ana for a small reason. She remembered being the one that had changed Ana into a pair of baggy sweatpants, which were Connor's, and a baggy shirt from the camp store. She saw the hand shape bruise on her hip and the one that could be shown as a handprint of her breast. Kayla could only wonder what had happened to her while she was in Tartarus, she had to deal with the home of monsters that wanted to kill all demigods. There was also the fact that Ana could have been sexually assaulted while she was there too. "Ana, can I ask you a question?" She sat on the bed with the demigod, "You don't have to answer now or ever, but I found a handprint on your breast and hip. Were….you….?"

Ana shook her head quickly, her short hair flying away. "It was Rumlow, he got handy before I killed him then stated he could break me and make me a queen. It wasn't Castor or Pietro if you were wondering."

That night, Ana could not sleep. Every time that she closed her eyes, there were flashes of her times in Tartarus. She rolled off her cot, stretching as she headed out of the infamy. She watched closely for the harpies that were checking curfew. She hid in the shadows as one passed her, before running across the camp to the Hermes cabin. She quickly knocked on the door, praying to any god that would listen to her plea for Connor to open the door.

When he opened the door, she smiled softly as he looked at her. She stepped in, wrapping her arms around his waist as she buried her head in his chest. "I couldn't sleep alone," she replied, as she felt herself being lifted and carried into Connor's bed. "I didn't want to sleep alone. I wanted to be in your arms."

He played with her hair, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so sorry for not being with you those past weeks before you went. I'm sorry for not being there the moment that you came out. I was angry with myself and scared because I was afraid that if you brought Luke back that I wouldn't be yours anymore. I thought that if you brought him that you'd be punished and I would lose you." He kissed the top of her head once again, looking at her.

She wiped a tear away from her eye, leaning down and kissing him softly. "You would never lose me. Death wouldn't keep me away from you. I'd come and haunt your ass anyway." She whispered, "I could feel myself asking where you were. I needed you and you weren't there."

"Your mother also kept me away when she was here." Connor replied, "I made a good punching bag for her because I hurt her daughter." He held her tightly, "I'm never going to leave you."

"You better not, you dumbass."