Clint could only look at Ana whose leg was slightly in shred and currently bleeding, he had come back to the Avengers Facility for a meeting because there was two weeks left before the kids were on Christmas break. The other Avengers were Christmas shopping for each other and Ana was supposed to be at school. Yet here she was sitting on the couch trying to stop the gash on her calf from bleeding. "Is that blood?" He asked, making her jump and quickly getting out her scythe and slicing through him without harming him. The Avengers had gotten so use to it, minus Thor, that they barely noticed and would just let the weapon pass them. She removed her hand from her leg and placed it on her chest, making it bloody and more blood continued to drip down on the white couch. Tony was going to probably kill her for this.

"No?" She asked, looking down at her legs before mumbling a string of curses in Greek. Then looking up with a questioning yes. "I didn't think it would hurt that bad, I couldn't make it up the stairs to get any nectar so I wouldn't have to bleed all over Tony's couch." She replied, with tears in her eyes. "The water pipes busted and we got out earlier so I was going Christmas shopping the only thing was I got Mom's and there was a hell hound and it managed to get a swipe at me. Could you get it for me? It's in a white flask on my dresser." She replied, her black eyes wide. He nodded, heading upstairs to get it, along with bleach for Tony's white couch and white carpet, and bandages to wrap Ana's leg up once they got it fixed.

"Here's a piece of advice for you Ana," Clint replied, handing her the flask and wrapping her leg as she took a sip of it. "That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question." He started as he tapped the bandage of your leg. "Now come on, I learned that if you bleach the couch then there's not any evidence that you almost died there unless they actually noticed the scent of bleach. I was playing with my arrows one day and sliced my hand open to figure this trick out." She nodded, setting her backpack on the floor and helping bleach the couch before any of the Avengers got home. "So have you figured out what you're getting Natasha for Christmas."

"What do you get the most badass Mom in the entire fucking Universe that deserve a Castle and her pretty kick ass boyfriend with a metal arm who you hope becomes your step dad?" Ana asked, then shrugged. "What do you get any of the Avengers really because I'm so lost in Christmas shopping? I found Connor a watch that pops open and has his lock picking kit in there. I found Valentina a purse that she's been wanting after she saw her sister Drew with it. I found Nico a set of Dog Tags from World War II that were his Uncle's, fought on the Italian side and they're being sent here next week."

"You can always get Natasha and Bucky a dinner reservation at some fancy restaurant on the Stark card since that's what you're using. Get Tony something Iron Man, and the others I'll let you figure out for yourself." He replied, tapping her on her nose. "It's good to see you smile every once in a while, you seem worried though. Natasha said that you went to Camp last weekend and you were pretty shaken up when you came back. Thor said that one of your gods were missing."

"Apollo's been missing since the summer. We think it's part of whatever I managed to find that was missing in Tartarus. I had to reply my account to a council meeting and we've not been able to hear from our Oracle Rachel and I'm getting worried about her." Ana replied, sighing. "I've also been listening to demigod talk on the street, we know the different between people with powers and demigods someone called The Beast is making appearances again."

"The Beast? What's that?" Clint asked, looking at her. It sometimes was hard to believe that this strong girl hadn't been raised this way by Natasha, it was the streets and everything she had to go through in order to make her this way. Would her life have been better if she had stayed with Natasha and the KGB or would it had been worse.

"He came after demigods on the street who didn't know they were demigods. If you don't know then how are you supposed to get to camp. Some came back trained liked warriors, but still lived on the street. I was scared so I managed to always hide."

"So because you know you're safe?"

"Because I have a family, I'm safe."

The state demanded that Bucky spend time with Valentina away from the Avengers and away from the foster home that she had been in for the next three months until they could figure out if he was stable enough to keep a child. So here he was, watching the sassy Hispanic girl he would hopefully call his daughter talking to a scared little boy in Spanish because he lost his mother. She was dressed for the weather, in a pink pea coat and black leggings that matched the heels she was wearing. The little boy kept pointing at the alley that he had last seen his mother, then looking at the metal hand that Bucky had forgotten to hide. "Hero?"

Valentina smiled at the boy, holding his hand as they walked over to Bucky. "Si." She replied, before lifting him up in her arms. He couldn't have been more than four years old and he held onto Valentina like that was his mother. "I don't trust the part of town that he's at, I think it might be best to take him to the police." She replied, grabbing his metal hand.

"I didn't know that you spoke Spanish." Bucky replied, as he led them to the police station, listening to Valentina coo to the boy in Spanish. "I think you might be the only one in the entire facility that can speak Spanish." He replied, looking at her smiling. "I can speak English, German, and Russian and that is about it." He watched her smiled at him as they walked up the stairs and opened the door of the police center, where the mother of the small boy was talking worriedly.

"Mi hijio! Enconstraste a mi hijo!" The small Hispanic woman yelled, reaching out for the small boy who kept yelling for his mama. She turned to Bucky and Valentina smiling and hugging both of them. Como puedo pagarte?" She asked, as she started to go through her purse, the small boy hugging his mother's legs.

"El hecho de que su hijo este a slavo en casa con usted es bastante pago." Valentina replied, smiling at the lady before walking out of the police station and down the stairs once again into the bitter cold of New York. "I told her that bringing her son back to her was payment enough. She asked if there was any way we could repay her."

"Do you do help people for free in order to feel less guilty about what you did?" Bucky asked, looking at her. "Do you feel guiltily? Any remorse of what you did?"

"What do you mean? About being in an army that almost destroyed the human race?" She brushed a piece of hair back on her face. "I don't have time to feel guilty. And neither do you."