Why, yes, reviewer Katie, that was Jason Walsh mentioned in the last chapter. See, Renner mentions as promised! Now that we've surmised Barney is behind the bombing, what will Clint do? Please read to find out, and thanks for reviewing, reading, following, and marking as a favorite!

Clint jumped up and began pacing around the room. "Barney, where the hell are you?" He looked over at Mikayla. "Babe, I am so sorry about this. I never would've thought my family would come back to bite me in the ass."

Mikayla stood up and shuffled over to him. "Clint, Clint, look at me." She put his head between her hands, forcing him to look directly at her. "It's okay. Whatever happens, we'll get through this together. We're not handling this alone. Each of us has things in our past that could have repercussions on our present, but we can't let that control us. I'm related to a now-dead high-ranking SHIELD agent. You don't think he's pissed people off over the decades? It could as easily have been an enemy from his past. Look at it this way, the police found a fingerprint, so we know who the enemy is. That's half the battle. Now," she leaned in and kissed him, "put your pouty, brooding face on and find the bastard."

"I have got to start recording these pep talks for posterity," Tony said, holding a USB drive between his fingers. "While you have been in here having a scintillating conversation, some of us have been working, and by some, I mean me."

"No, Tony, you mean Friday's been working."

"Thank you, Agent Romanoff."

"Anytime, Friday. You were saying?"

"Next AI will be another male," he muttered to himself. "Friday pulled reports and found a string of robberies committed by someone carrying a bow and arrow. I don't suspect Barton, because he's been busy making googly eyes at his girlfriend for the past few months. Here's the thing, most of the robberies have taken place around here or around Mikayla's apartment and there's a crew, usually between 4-6 people. Wait until you hear the descriptions - there's Katniss, also a guy who wears all red, a couple of surfer looking dudes, a girl with bright orange hair, and, you're going to love this one, a bodybuilder wearing a green shirt and purple pants. Sound like anyone we know?"

"Yeah, us. A twisted version of us, but us." Steve was the first to respond. The rest of the group nodded their heads in agreement.

"Wait a minute," Clint said. "Mikayla was mugged in Central Park right about the time we met. The mugger resembled Thor but with short hair. I didn't think anything about it at the time."

Bruce had joined the group. "Sounds like your brother's been stalking you, and us for a while now."

Clint nodded, never believing his idiot brother would show back up in his life. He should've known things were going too well and the other shoe would drop soon, just didn't think the other shoe would be named Barney. "And now it's my job to find him and deal with him." He marched off to his suite with a determined look on his face.

Mikayla and Nat both ran to catch up to him, but Steve caught Natasha's arm. "Natasha, you might want to let her handle this one. You might have to step aside in some areas now that she's here." Natasha opened her mouth to snap at him, then realized he was right. Funny, she wasn't used to sharing Clint, her best friend. However, she thought about it and decided this would be a good thing. It would be a way for Clint and Mikayla to grow closer and give her and Clint some much-needed breathing room. Natasha felt confident Mikayla could handle him and help him get, and keep, his head on straight.

"Clinton Francis Barton!" Mikayla screamed despite her scratchy, sore throat. "Get your ass back here!" He started walking away even faster. "You do not have to do this alone! It's not your fault your brother's an asshole!" Clint marched up the stairs, avoiding the elevator so he wouldn't be forced to talk to Mikayla. It didn't work, however, as Mikayla sped up and was hot on his heels, taking the steps two at a time to keep up with him. He ran into his room and tried to slam the door, but Mikayla stuck her foot in between the door and the jamb so the door wouldn't shut. She flung the door aside and entered the room. "What the hell is your problem?"

Clint picked up a bow and threw it across the room. "In case you haven't noticed, Barney is my problem!"

"No," Mikayla yelled back, picking up a water pitcher and slamming it to the ground, "he is OUR problem! You are not in this alone, Clint! MY apartment was bombed! I was mugged! Notice a common denominator? ME! I'm invested in the hunt, too! And don't forget your team, you know, the team that has your back?" Mikayla stomped around the room as her shouts became louder. "Do you understand? You don't have to do this alone! WE don't have to do this alone!" Spinning on her heel, she shouted one last thing to him. "When you've figured that out, we'll talk; until then, leave me the hell alone!" She stormed out of his room in a huff, slamming the door behind her so hard, a mirror fell off the wall and crashed to the floor. She stomped her way through the common area and marched out.

"One of you get her, I'm going to go kill Clint," Natasha ordered, running up to Clint's room.

Finally, after exchanging glances with each other, Steve spoke up. "I'll go." He headed out the door and found Mikayla in the lobby sitting on a bench slumped over with her head between her hands. "Mikayla?" He sat down next to her. "What can I do? How can I help?"

She flung her head up to look at him and threw her hands up in desperation. "I realized I can't go anywhere. My apartment's off-limits and that's where my keys and my wallet are, so I'm stuck here having to put up with Mr. Lone Wolf." She stood up and forced herself to walk calmly out the lobby doors. Steve followed close on her heels.

"Mikayla, I'm sure he didn't mean to be. It's just his nature."

"Nature, smature, Steve. I was raised most of my life by Phil Coulson and left most of the time to my own devices, doesn't get more solo than that. The past 24 hours have shown me that I may need other people in my life. He's been with the team a lot longer than me, so if I can learn that lesson then he can, too." She whirled around to face Steve. "This just means he doesn't need anyone, including me. If that's what he wants, then, fine. I'll move in with Misty, quit Stark Industries, and focus again on my consulting business." She knew she sounded ridiculous and unreasonable but attributed it to the aftereffects of the concussion, and the stress of the situation.

"But, Mikayla, is that what you truly want?"

She bit her lower lip and took several deep breaths as she leaned against the building, grabbing her hair in exasperation. "No, God, no, Steve. I love him more than I've loved anyone in my life, and I'm…scared."

"Of what?"

"Where do I start? Right now, I'm afraid I chased him away because of my temper tantrum. I'm scared that, if I do meet Barney Barton or any of his crew, I'll get thrown in jail for assault…or worse. Finally, I'm afraid I've got no place to go now."

"Come here, Mikayla," Steve waved her over and enveloped her in a friendly hug. "You'll stay here, there's plenty of room. Tony's got enough suites we can move you somewhere away from Clint if that's what you want. Also, Tony's got plenty of money to post bail if you do get arrested, plus I'm sure the charge would be self-defense. And, most importantly, I'm sure Clint's not going anywhere and still loves you."

Mikayla's adrenaline had left her body after the events of the recent past. She'd finally hit her breaking point and she went stoic. With her remaining strength, she hugged Steve back. "Thanks for listening, Steve."

"You're welcome, Mikayla. As you said, we're a team, and we take care of our own." He stepped back and firmly held her shoulders. "And you are most definitely one of our teammates." He smiled down at her. "Ready to go back inside?" She nodded. "OK, let's go." He held the door open for her and the two made their way back upstairs.