Clint's pov

"Please let me go...I can't control it and don't want to hurt you so please...just leave me." I looked over to Natasha. She was on the phone and was calling in the predicament. "Control what exactly?" I ask deciding to buy time.

The girl sighed before looking over confused. A stray dog stood starring at us from the very back of the alley. "No, hurting others is bad and will probably get you a one way ticket to the pound. I'm sure you wouldn't want that." The girl whispered. Who the hell is she talking to?

"We will leave soon, just be patient." She whispered again. I looked back at Natasha who was just as confused as I was. "Well to fucking bad bones...no you listen here, we are humans...you're a dog. We built the alleys, own the land. You're nothing but a visitor here. Don't give that crap...well I can assure you whatever day you have had that I have had a worst day."

"We have 5 minutes to stall before Coulson arrives." I look back at Nat who had whispered to me. "Who is Coulson?" I turn back to see the dog gone and the girl starring at us curiously. "He's our boss...the one who called us to speak with you." Natasha said.

Okay so now we are being honest? What the hell Nat? "Ah...is it because of my feet? Because if so I can explain that." The girl said shy all of a sudden. This our chance at stalling! "Yeah, actually it is the feet. It's not every day we see a girl running the streets with bleeding feet." I reply. Nat looks at me and nods knowing what I was doing.

"Oh, well in that case...I was locked away and didn't have shoes for a long while. Then I had to walk for days straight in harsh conditions. And now I just had to get away from something so I went running. I guess the run broke the skin more on my feet. Now if that's all, can I go now?" I look back at Natasha who just nods her head.

I guess Coulson arrived. "Yeah. Sorry for the scare ma'am." I smile. The girl lets out a heavy sigh and cautiously walks passed us and just as she was leaving the alley way an arm with a gun held in the hand reached out and pointed at the side of her head. "Freeze." Yup Coulson is here. I smile and walk up to the two with Nat right beside me.

The girl stood frozen in place, her strangely colored eyes glazed over with tears. Her breathing picked up and her hands clenched into fists. "I can't do this." Next thing I know everything stops. Things are frozen in place with some of them lifting up.

Suddenly Natasha gasps and as I look over the girl was right in front of her holding her against the wall. "I tried to warn you." As she backed away from Natasha, she fell to the ground unconscious. The girl suddenly moved before me, her violet eye was glowing and there was a strange lavender fog around her hands only noticeable up close.

"No..." I looked at her confused and worried when I started lifting up off the ground. How is this happening? She can't be human...what is she? Her eyes started focusing again and in an instant I fell from my place in the air. When I looked up she was on the ground crying.

Coulson walked cautiously up behind her. Just like that the girl spun around, took Coulson's gun from him and put it to her own head. I was frozen in place along with Coulson as Natasha slowly woke up rubbing her head.

"I can't hurt anyone...not again. Please...tell dad I'm sorry. Tell dad...kill that fucking bastard like we killed Raza. Make him pay." She was about to pull the trigger when my body moved on its own.

I rushed to her side and pulled her arm so the gun was facing my head. "You say you don't want to hurt anyone, so why are you going to hurt yourself?" I ask lowly. A tear spilled from her soft blue eye and down her cheek.

"I don't count. I'm nothing but a monster." She whispered. "You are not a monster. Just someone lost. We can help you...Miss Stark." the girl, Nat, and myself turn in surprise to face Coulson. "How did you...?" she trailed off.

"We have satellite feed of you and your father's escape. In fact I was at his conference earlier when he told everyone that, well, you were killed in Afghanistan. I knew something was up as he is just as good of a liar as yourself, but so see you running through the streets alive was quite the shock." Coulson spoke softly, resting a hand on her shoulder, kneeling down to her height.

"If you knew where we were...why didn't you come for us?" she whispered. More tears fell down as she gazed at her hands. There was a soft fog around them. I guess she is really upset...damn why do I even care?

"We didn't know you were there until the day you left. After we found out, we made calls and made an effort to get troops in your location." She thought for a minute before nodding. "thanks." I looked from Coulson to the girl.

She looks nothing like the Claire stark. Claire has brown hair, blue eyes, and is known for being kind, trusting, and most of all fun. This girl has white hair, a purple eye, and so far has been un-trusting, I guess she's been kind of nice but not really.

And more so, this girl is broken. If this really is Claire stark...what did those terrorist do to her? Most importantly...why the hell do I care?