Clint's POV

Clint and Laura woke up as Cooper and Lila ran through the house and slammed their parents' door open and proceeded to jump on the bed until Clint and Laura got up, repeatedly shouting "It's Christmas! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" Clint looked at the clock to see it was 5:30 am. Christmas, the one day of the year the kids wake up before 7:00.

Clint and Laura tiredly got out of bed and watched as the kids ran off to the Christmas tree. "Only open your stockings right now!" Clint reminded them. The parents wanted to watch the children as they opened the other gifts. Before going to the living room, Clint stopped by to check on the satyr and cyclops.

Tyson was still asleep and Grover was up but tired and on the laptop. "I'm sorry if they woke you up, Grover."

"Nah, instead of setting an alarm clock, I figured they'd wake me up. I planned on it," Grover said.

Clint chuckled a little bit. "Well, your plan worked. I'm not sure if you wanted to be up at 5:30 though."

Grover shrugged. "More time to look through these Greek texts, see if I can figure anything out."

Clint rejoined his family and watched the young faces light up with joy when they opened their presents from him and Santa. This was why Christmas was Clint's favorite holiday. His family was always happy, and that made him happy.

Eventually the children went downstairs and played together. Clint went to go check up on Grover and Tyson. "Merry Christmas. You do celebrate Christmas, right?"

"Yeah, we celebrate it! Who wouldn't celebrate a free excuse to get presents and be with loved ones?" Grover answered. "Merry Christmas to you."

"Merry Christmas!" Tyson shouted.

"Have you found anything?" Clint asked.

"No, not yet Clint. Sorry," Grover apologized.

"I'm fine with you here, but I don't think the FBI will be," Clint started. "Every week, the FBI comes and inspects the property. Part of being under house arrest, y'know. If they find two non-humans here, they'll arrest you and increase my sentence."

Grover but his lip. "I was worried that would be the case. I'll go as fast as I can. When are the FBI coming next?"

"Tomorrow, the feds are coming tomorrow," Clint said apologetically.

"Okay, so tonight Tyson and I will leave and wait a day until the FBI leave and we'll come back if that's needed," Grover suggested.

"Dad!" Cooper and Lila shouted.

"What is it, sweeties?" Clint asked.

"Can you play with us?"

"Sweeties, I'm gonna be busy for a while. I'll come as soon as I can."

"I can play with them," Tyson said. "Kids like me. I'll play with them."

Clint smiled because of Tyson's generosity. "Thank you Tyson."

"No problem!" Tyson said with a huge grin. Clint turned his attention on Grover.

"If you want you can come out, Grover. The kids are gonna be downstairs."

"You sure? I don't want to interrupt your Christmas."

"Well, you were kinda wisked away from your home during Christmas, so I don't think it's fair that you stay stuck in here during Christmas."

"I think time is different between our worlds. I mean, it isn't Christmas at Camp Half-Blood."

"Okay, I'll just add that to the list of weird things I encounter," Clint said with a smile. "Does this mean you get two Christmases this year?"

"I suppose."

"C'mon out. I've got eggnog."

Grover closed the laptop and went to the kitchen with Clint, sitting on a stool at the bar. "Do you have a charger for this?" Grover asked, pointing to the laptop he had just opened back up. "It's around thirty percent."

Right then Laura walked in, holding the charger. "I thought you'd need this." She stood on her tip toes and kissed Clint on the cheek. "I went outside to check on some things, and I need you take a look at them," Laura whispered into Clint's ear.

"Alright, honey. Show me where and I'll look at it." He grabbed his and Laura's coats and went outside with her to see what was the problem. "What's the problem, Laura?"

"I don't know what it is. Vandalism I don't think is usually this bad-"

"Something was damaged?" Clint asked with concern.

"That's an understatement."

"Hon, it's probably just someone whose upset about Sokovia or that I went against the Accords or something SHIELD related. It can't be too bad. The feds will be here tomorrow, and they'll look into it. They probably already know who it is. They have cameras at the fence."

"No, it's not some upset person, Clint. I, I don't think it's vandalism. I think it's worse."

"What do you mea-" Clint started. He stopped when he saw what it was.

"It looks like it was made by something, in, inhuman," Laura said.

"But it's too precise for an animal." Clint said as her examined the deep scars in the side of the house. It looked like claws, but it had clean cuts, too clean for an animal. Besides, what type of animal around there would do that? "This is way off."

"Where's the satyr and the cyclops?" a voice from behind them demanded.

"Laura, get behind me," Clint quietly told his wife. "Who the heckin' are you?!" Clint turned around. A man in a pinstripe suit was there, smirking.

"Someone very dangerous. I repeat my question: where's the satyr and cyclops?" the man demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Clint said. "Now, this is my property, and you're trespassing, and I'm guessing you somehow did this," he said, pointing at the scars in his house. "And I'm an Avenger. Now, the US government doesn't like it when I fight people, but I'm sure they'll make an exception with you."

The man laughed. "How clueless are you, mortal? I know the satyr and cyclops are here somewhere, and the laws of this country mean nothing to me. And I don't know what an Avenger is, but they're no match for me." He chuckled. "And if the government doesn't agree with you fighting people, this is your lucky day! I'm no human, mortal."

The man transformed into some creature. Clint didn't know what it was, but he assumed it was something from Greek mythology, considering who Grover and Tyson are and the types of people who would want their hands on them. Clint got into a defensive stance. He didn't have a bow, baton, gun, or knife, but fists and legs were also good. "Laura, run!"

Laura took off, but the monster shot out some spikes in front of her. "Let's all stay together, shall we?"

Clint charged at the monster, throwing in some punches and a kick. But it was all in vain. "You truly are ignorant, mortal. You really think you can fight me?" He sent Clint flying into the house's wall.

Clint heard an unsettling sound as his head hit the wall. His vision blurred. It looked like a glitching Minecraft server that had pixelated pixels. Clint groaned in pain. He closed his eyes and blinked several times until reality looked a little less like a glitchy Minecraft world.

When he could see, he heard Laura scream. He quickly wrapped his head around to find her, despite the deep pain it brought him. The monster had morphed back into a man and was holding onto Laura.

"Laura!"

"It pains me to make a cliché turn of events, but if I must, I must," he said.

"Get. Away. From. Her. You. Monster!" Clint shouted with all the anger he could express.

The monster laughed. "Meet me here at sunset," he said, throwing a paper with an address at Clint. "Bring the satyr and cyclops with you, and you get your wife back."

"Clint! Don't!" Laura shouted.

"Quiet or I will add your children to the deal," the monster said sinisterly. "You have until then." He morphed back into the monster while still carrying Laura, and ran off at a speed so fast that there was only ever one human ever in existence that could stop him. Unfortunately, Pietro Maximoff was dead and wouldn't even be with Clint if he was alive.

Clint screamed Laura's name and fell to his knees in the snow.