Sorry for the delay! My laptop crashed, and I'm so used to doing all my writing on a computer that the creative juices weren't flowing, so I had to wait until I could get a new one - mission accomplished! Thankfully all my writing was saved, so I didn't lose anything. Thanks for being patient with me and sticking with me.

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"The damage isn't too bad," Bruce said to Clint after examining Mikayla. Pepper and Misty were just outside the door, waiting for updates. "She has a broken wrist, a broken ankle, and bruised ribs. I'll splint the breaks and wrap up the ribs. Once the swelling goes down, I'll cast the ankle and wrist. I'm sure you know this, but she'll need about six weeks to recover."

"What about the cuts on her face?"

"They're superficial. I'll clean them.".

"I can do that," Clint said.

Bruce nodded and smiled. "I figured as much. I'll get to work on the splints. Any special requests?"

"Purple," Mikayla spoke up.

"Hey, my kick-ass fiancée." Clint looked down and cupped her face. "You're awake."

Mikayla gritted her teeth. "Yep, I wouldn't want to miss all this fun."

Clint kissed her cheek. "You did awesome out there."

"Thanks. What's the damage?"

"A broken wrist, broken ankle, bruised ribs."

"Not me, the team."

"Status report," he said into his comm.

"All clear, no injuries," Steve said.

"The bastard?" Mikayla asked.

"On his way to SHIELD, never to be heard from again."

Mikayla put her head on the pillow and took as deep of a breath as her injured ribs would allow. "Threat neutralized. Good mission." She bit her lip, trying not to cry out as Bruce splinted her wrist and ankle.

"I'm sorry, Mikayla. Did you want something for the pain?" She shook her head. Bruce chuckled. "You truly are a Barton, which is why I gave you something anyway along with the antibiotics."

"Thanks, Doc," Clint clasped his shoulder.

"Hey, if it weren't for you two, my only patient would be Tony. Happy to help. Now, I think there are a couple of people who want to check on the patient." Bruce motioned Pepper and Misty into the room, and they made a beeline for Mikayla, who was semi-awake, the pain pills taking effect.

"Hey, M, heard you kicked some serious ass out there. Can I be you when I grow up?"

Mikayla lifted her unbroken left hand, and Misty grabbed it. "Talk to Sam." They squeezed hands. Misty kissed her forehead then left to meet Sam upon the group's return.

"Mikayla," Pepper said. "I'm glad you're okay. You know if you need anything, all you have to do is ask, okay?"

"Okay. Bed now? More comfortable."

Pepper smiled. "Of course." Bruce pushed a wheelchair next to the bed. Pepper gently pushed Clint aside to help Mikayla. Before he started to protest, Pepper held up a hand. "I'm married to Tony Stark, remember? I'm used to carrying his ass around. This will be a breeze."

"I resemble that remark, Mrs. Stark. How is our little birdie doing?"

"Living to torment you another day, Tony."

"Good to hear, Maid Marian. Not bad for a first mission. Not like carrying a nuclear missile, but effective nonetheless."

"Tony," Pepper said sickeningly sweetly, "would you be so kind as to tamp down your ego and take Mikayla to her bedroom, please?"

"Of course, dear." Pepper effortlessly moved Mikayla from the bed to the wheelchair. Tony took over and pushed Mikayla to her bedroom. Between him and Pepper, they were able to help Mikayla onto her bed. Clint thanked them, then shooed everyone away so he could tend to her other wounds.

"Here, look up at me."

"Not wearing your sling."

"Hush. I got cleared by the doctor. Now, let me have a look at your face. This is going to sting." He dabbed antiseptic on her lip and forehead, then covered the wounds with butterfly bandages. "This is going to hurt, but we're going to have to get you out of your uniform."

"No sex, Clint."

He smiled. "I know, and I don't blame you. You need to take off the suit. Otherwise, it will stick to you and be twice as hard to take off. I'll be as gentle as I can." Mikayla shook her head. Clint slowly unzipped the suit and quickly removed it from her uninjured left side. When he went to take it off her right side where her injuries were located, he took it slow, gently pulling it over her ribs, wrist, and ankle, afterword dropping it to the floor.

"I've got this part, Clint." Mikayla lifted the bra over her head without unfastening it, depositing it on top of her suit. Clint immediately handed her one of his t-shirts and a pair of her pajama shorts to wear.

"Don't know if you were alert when Doc was talking. You're going to be in the splints until the swelling goes down, then he'll cast them."

"Figured as much. At least all the injuries are on the same side. It'll make it easier to get around." Mikayla looked down at her body. "Not as bruised as I thought I'd be. I need to go take a shower to get all this grime and dirt off me."

Clint shook his head. "No showering. I can't get the splints wet. Remember the sponge baths I owe you from your surgery? It's time for me to pay up. Come on." He picked her up, carried her to the bathroom, and sat her on the vanity, leg propped up on the back of the toilet.

"It's not the most dignified I've ever looked." Mikayla joked as she glanced in the mirror, then yawned as the battle caught up with her. She leaned against the mirror as Clint washed her, careful to avoid the bandages and splints. By the time he finished, she'd fallen asleep, her head lolling to one side. After drying her off, Clint carried her back to the bed, laid her down, planted a kiss on her temple, then joined the others in the living room.

"How is she?" Steve asked.

"Sleeping. Everyone else okay?" Clint looked around the room and saw bruises of various shapes and sizes on the team. They all nodded.

"Your Ladyhawke was quite an asset today. She didn't lead anyone astray and prevented many injuries as she directed us in the battle."

"Thanks, Thor. I couldn't see anything, but she didn't sound like she was panicking." Clint wasn't going to lie to himself, but that's what worried him the most, and that's when it hit him. Mikayla didn't have an attack during or after the battle. He knew that's what she was concerned about, and it seemed like she squashed that fear.

Bucky spoke up. "I can vouch for that. She never lost her cool, remained calm the entire time. If she keeps this up, I will follow her into battle anytime. That was her first time in the field?" Clint nodded. "Impressive."

Natasha appeared. "Fury wants a debrief at six this evening, and then we've got at least a week layoff." She looked over at Clint. "Mikayla's on the shelf for at least six weeks, unless her tech skillset is needed."

"I'll make sure she knows. Her first debrief, wonder if we should record it for posterity's sake?" The group chuckled.

The debrief went smoothly. Fury let them know Gregory was a paranoid son of a bitch, so he moved the weapons early, reassuring them there was no leak. Steve and Mikayla did most of the talking, with others filling in details as needed. "Agent Fitzgerald? I understand you oversaw directing traffic?"

"Yes, sir."

"Am I also to understand you were the only one with any serious injuries?"

Mikayla held up her wrist and pointed to her ankle. "That's correct, sir."

"Next time, feel free to distribute the wealth. You're on medical leave for six weeks, no argument." Fury then turned his attention to Steve and asked him additional questions, and then the debrief was over.

"That went better than I thought it would," Tony remarked.

Mikayla looked behind her. "And I still have all my ass. I'd consider that a successful debrief." She looked over at Clint. "Uncle Phil told me stories."

"I plead the fifth."

"He was the handler for other agents, you know."

Clint smirked. "I know, but I was his favorite."

"Wrong, Nat was."

Clint leaned over to her. "You know, I could just leave you to your own devices and helpless."

"That'll never happen. I've got too big of a family to look out for me. I'm sure I could ask one of them to help out."

"Fair Mikayla? Do you require assistance? Is the archer bothering you?" Mikayla looked over at Thor, whose eyes were twinkling.

"Thanks for the offer, Thor, but I've got it covered for the moment."

"Always at your service, my lady."

Mikayla blew him a kiss, and Thor grinned. "See, Clint? They love me. You better watch your step."

Clint picked up her left hand and noticed she'd put her engagement ring on again. "That may be, but none of them can claim your fiancé."

Mikayla put a hand on his cheek. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Clint grasped her hand. "Are you sure you don't want to go to a justice of the peace and get married now?"

"I'd make a lovely bride, all splinted up. I can wait. Besides, if we do that, there wouldn't be a penguin suit that would need to be unwrapped." She leaned into his ear. "Or ripped off, Mr. Barton." Mikayla sat back. "Now, I require nourishment. I never realized how hungry fighting makes you."

"Right away, my lady." He leaned in again. "See, I can talk fancy, too."

Mikayla ran her fingers through his short hair and said softly, "Yes, you can. I prefer your hair, anyway. I wouldn't have to compete for the conditioner." She smirked.

Clint nipped her earlobe and went to fix her some food. "Fitzgerald?" She turned her head to look at Steve. "You were a great asset in the battle today and performed admirably."

"Thanks, Cap."

He smiled. "Now that I have the official statement out of the way, I wanted to tell you. You did a fantastic job. I never would've known it was your first mission. I appreciated how you improvised and got a scope from Bucky to get a look at the enemy. You stepped up and took responsibility for discovering information without asking someone else to do it for you. We didn't miss a beat by having you out there instead of Clint."

"I'm not dead, Cap. You can't get rid of me that easily." They looked up, and Clint had returned with a plate of food and a glass of tea for Mikayla.

"He does have a point." She reached up and took the glass from Clint. "He is irreplaceable. Besides, I still think I do my best work behind the scenes."

"True, but it's good to know we can count on you in a fight should something happen to him or if we need another view from up high. It never hurts to be prepared." Steve stood. "I'm glad you're okay and weren't hurt more seriously." He patted her on her shoulder and walked over to talk to Bucky.

"See, babe?" Clint sat down next to Mikayla. "I told you things would work out. Now, here. Eat." He handed her the plate, and she looked around to see where he could put the glass since she only had the use of one hand. "I have an idea." Clint maneuvered her where she was stretched out, leaning against him with her right arm propped on the back of the loveseat and her right foot on the loveseat arm. "Now, I can hold either your drink or your plate, whichever you prefer."

"It depends on what I have to eat." She looked and saw it was a sandwich and chips. "I'll take the plate, please." Clint handed it to her. She placed it on her lap and began eating. When she finished half the sandwich, she reached out to get the glass of tea.

Clint noticed and handed it to her. After she drank some tea, he took the glass back, set it down, then wiped her lip with his thumb. "Mustard."

Mikayla smiled and leaned back into him. "That seems like a lifetime ago." She sighed. "I never thought that night would result in this."

Clint took her left hand and ran his thumb over her engagement ring. "I know, but I'm damn glad it did." He kissed her temple.

"So am I, Clint. Despite all that's happened since then, I wouldn't change a thing. Everything that's taken place has helped shape me into who I am today." The couple sat in silence, watching the team. Steve and Bucky were arguing about something that took place when they were kids. Tony and Pepper were cuddling next to each other on the couch, in the same type of reflective mood that had overtaken Clint and Mikayla. Bruce, Thor, and Natasha were carrying on a conversation, as were Sam and Misty.

After several minutes, Clint noticed Mikayla had fallen asleep. "I think we're calling it a night, guys." He stood up and gently laid Mikayla down on the loveseat while he took her dishes to the kitchen. When he returned, he noticed Mikayla wasn't on the loveseat, so he looked around for her.

Clint then felt Thor's big hand clasp his shoulder. "I took the honor of carrying Mikayla to her bed-chamber for you, Barton. I wish you a good evening and shall see you in the morning."

"Thanks, Thor. See you then." He waved to the others, went to the bedroom, changed into a t-shirt and boxer briefs, then climbed into bed next to Mikayla, doing his best not to disturb her. Clint watched her for a while, waiting to sleep himself after making sure everything was okay outside their room. "Friday?" He whispered. "Status update on the security team?"

"Mister Stark added a second layer of personnel around the perimeter after your incident. Both groups have reported no issues."

"Thanks, Friday."

"Of course. Did you want me to turn off the lights?"

"Please."

"Good night, Agent Barton." Clint smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few days, their routine was much the same. After they woke up, Clint would take Mikayla to the living room to spend time with the team. She insisted they make regular trips to the gym, where she could at least work on curls with her left arm, and he could get back to shooting. The couple would stay in the central area with the team, play cards, board games, watch movies, go swimming (well, Clint did), or sit around talking. After dinner in the evening, they would retire to the bedroom where he'd give Mikayla a sponge bath, sometimes a back massage, and then they'd fall asleep.

One morning, Mikayla awakened, sat up, and stretched. "Miss Fitzgerald, your presence is requested in the main room."

She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. "Thanks, Friday." She looked down at her injured ankle and wrist. "Well, guess I could slide out there on my belly like a snake."

"As entertaining as that would be, bestie, how about I just push you there using your wheelchair?" Misty stood at the door, looking as about as tired as Mikayla felt.

"Works for me. I don't think I'll ever get used to how tired getting hurt makes you. I'm beginning to think the most comfortable way to sleep would be standing on my head." Misty laughed as she wheeled the wheelchair over to the side of the bed. Mikayla dumped herself into the chair. "Onward and upward, Randall."

"Don't let it go to your head, Fitzgerald. I may just let the chair go rolling down a hill."

"Love you, too."

"I know. It's Valentine's Day, and you have to."

Mikayla tilted her head back to look up at Misty. "This may be the first one we've both had someone to celebrate it with, other than each other, of course. You, of course, are still my favorite valentine."

"Don't let Arrow Boy hear you say that."

"Fine, you're still my favorite female to spend the holiday with. How about that?"

"Better."

"Crap, with everything that's gone on, I didn't get him anything."

"Just look at him with your sappy eyes, and he'll melt, trust me."

"No, that's what he'll get me. Speaking of, where is he?"

"Not a clue. He and Sam both took off."

"They're planning something, I know it, and I look like crap. Turn the chair around, and I need makeup on."

Misty handed her a case. "You can put it on while we're traveling to the living room."

"Thanks, Misty. I also appreciate you waiting while I got dressed before wheeling me out to the public."

"No problem. I know how to take care of my best friend."

The two laughed as they went down the hall to the living room. "Good morning, M & M," Natasha said.

"Morning, Nat," Mikayla said, choosing to stay in the wheelchair instead of trying to climb onto the loveseat. "I haven't heard that one since college." She looked around as Misty sat down on the other loveseat. "Where are the guys? Did I miss something?" Mikayla noticed Pepper was on one couch and Nat was on the other.

Pepper answered. "Tony's got them planning something."

"Oh, no. I hope explosives aren't involved."

"With Tony, you can never be too sure." A rustling could be heard coming from the kitchen. The girls looked, and all the guys, except Sam, Clint, and Tony, appeared. "Good morning, gentlemen. Aren't we looking dapper this morning?" They all had their suits on from the wedding. Bucky was wearing a nice jacket, shirt, and jeans and leaned against a wall in the corner. Bruce, Thor, Happy, and Steve were gathered near the kitchen entrance.

"Good morning Lady Pepper, Fair Misty, Miss Ladyhawke, and Lady Natasha. May I be the first to wish you a Happy Heart Day." Thor bowed, then handed each of them a long-stemmed yellow rose. This gesture was followed by the other males, except for Bucky. He told Steve he hadn't been there long enough to get to know everyone, so he didn't feel comfortable handing out roses. Mikayla noticed Steve let his hand linger a little longer when giving Natasha her rose. She also noticed Natasha slightly nodded her head.

The women looked around, trying to figure out where the other three guys were at. After a moment, a bass riff could be heard playing through the sound system. The front door shut, and everyone turned their head. "I got sunshine on a cloudy day," Tony sang as he slid into the room, wearing his wedding tux and a pair of sunglasses. Misty and Mikayla looked at each other, wondering which guy would be next.

"When it's cold outside," Sam entered next, "I've got the month of May." He slid his sunglasses down his nose and winked at Misty.

Mikayla swore she'd never seen her best friend blush that much. Of course, that only meant one thing. Clint would be the next to appear. She held her breath, knowing she'd get to see him in his tuxedo. "I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way?" Clint looked directly at her, and a broad smile appeared on his face. Mikayla could feel a smile cross her face in response.

The trio continued performing "My Girl," even including synchronized dancing. During the musical interlude in the song, Tony and Sam came over and spun Pepper and Misty around. Since Mikayla wasn't up to dancing, Clint spun her around in the wheelchair. After the song was over, the trio went into the kitchen, and each came back with flower bouquets. Tony sat down next to Pepper and handed her two-dozen red and ivory roses. Pepper leaned in and kissed Tony.

While Tony was giving Pepper her bouquet, Sam brought Misty a bouquet of two-dozen white roses. Misty leaned forward and hugged Sam.

Clint made his way over to Mikayla, lifted her out of the wheelchair, then sat down on the loveseat and sat her in his lap. He enlisted Bucky to carry her bouquet over. "They're beautiful, Clint, and they're not purple." She looked up at him, put a hand on his cheek, and softly kissed him. "They're beautiful, just like you."

He clasped her hand. "I did some research. I thought about purple roses, the color being my trademark and all." He smirked. "After doing the research, I found that blue roses symbolize desire, lust, love, and unfathomable favor. I knew there was no way I could come up with any words to describe how I feel about you, so I thought I'd let the flowers talk." He leaned into her ear and softly sang a few lines of a song.

I've got a little piece of heaven

It's all mine to hold onto

What I'm trying to say

In my own simple way

Is I want you to be my last first kiss

I want you to be my last first kiss

My heart, yes, it's finally found

Someone I can't live without

"Ditto, Clint." They tenderly kissed, and Mikayla laid her head down on his shoulder. "I love you so much it sometimes hurts, Clint. It's times like this I can forget everything, and everyone else exists but the two of us. Well, I could if I didn't see Steve and Nat kissing out in the bushes by the pool."

"Eyes on me, Agent Fitzgerald," Clint smirked as he brought her attention back to him.

"Always, Agent Barton." She laid her head back on his shoulder. Clint stroked her hair, still in awe that she would choose to spend the rest of her life with him. She sighed as she leaned against him.

"How are you feeling this morning? Any pain? And don't lie to me, babe."

"I have trouble getting comfortable enough to sleep, so I doze off and on through the night."

"Try taking pain pills closer to bedtime. If that doesn't work, we'll talk to Bruce about getting you stronger medicine."

Mikayla didn't feel like arguing at that moment, so she nodded in agreement. "Now that the mission's over, can we go home?"

"We should be flying out tomorrow."

"Guess that means I need to start packing."

Clint held up his hand as if to stop her. "Not so fast. Doc wants to check your ankle and wrist. If the swelling's gone down, he'll cast them."

Mikayla started to get up. "What's keeping us? Let's go."

Clint laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen someone so eager to get to the med bay before."

"Clint, the quicker I get the casts, the quicker we'll be out of here and back home away from Barney." A thought crossed her mind. "Do you think he had access to the tracker on Misty's phone, and that's how he knew I was here? If that's not the case, then that's even scarier. How ingrained is he?" She shivered, thinking about him.

"I wish I had an answer for you, Mikayla."

"I know. I'm just trying not to keep it bottled up inside because that doesn't do any good, and I know everyone here will protect me. It's knowing that he's out there…". Mikayla started biting her bottom lip.

Clint noticed this and began rubbing her temples. "Try not to focus on him, babe. Focus on me, on your family around you." He watched her until he saw her face relax and felt the tension ease from her shoulders. "Good job." He kissed her temple. "You're learning to control them. Remember, there was a time you didn't think you could, and now look how far you've come."

Mikayla smiled. "You're right. Sometimes it seems like a long time ago, and other times it feels like it was yesterday."

"That's progress. It doesn't matter the speed, just that you're moving forward."

"Onward and upward, right?"

"Exactly. Now, hop over to your wheelchair, and we'll head to the med area." Clint kept an eye on her as she made her way from his lap to the wheelchair, then he pushed her down the hall with Bruce behind them. Once they arrived at the med bay, Clint and Bruce helped her to the table.

"Okay, let's take the splint off and see where we're at." Bruce started with the ankle. "Looks like the swelling's gone down, so I'll put an air cast on it. Now, let's look at your wrist." He removed the splint and nodded. "This is healing well, so I'll put a cast on it. Purple, right?"

"Of course. I have to be stylish." Mikayla grinned while looking at Clint.

"Purple it is, then." Mikayla sat patiently as Bruce cast her wrist and put the air cast on her ankle. "See if you can put any weight on your ankle. Start by bending your knee and trying to prop your foot up on the bed." Mikayla did. She winced a little bit but was able to accomplish that. "OK. Clint, if you'll grab one side, I'll take the other, and we'll see how she does standing up." The men positioned themselves next to her and helped her stand.

"There's a little pain, but nothing I can't manage."

"Good. I still want you to use the wheelchair for longer trips, but you should be okay without it around the house here and the complex back home. If it starts hurting too much, then take a break or use the wheelchair if you need to get around."

Mikayla nodded. "Will do. Thanks, Bruce."

"Happy to help, Mikayla. Remember, I'm here when you need me."

"Thanks, doc." Bruce nodded and left.

"Want to try walking?" Mikayla nodded. "OK, just take it slow. Try holding on to the wheelchair for support." She did and was able to make it back to the living room without too much trouble. When they arrived, Mikayla stretched out on the love seat, then lifted her legs to let Clint sit down. "Great job. How are you feeling?"

"Not bad, freer than I did a while ago. I hate this having to depend upon other people. I swear I've depended on everyone else from day one, so it'll be nice not having to do that."

"No one sees it that way, Mikayla."

"Other than me, I know." She smiled. "I'm working on the attitude, reframing my thoughts about it. I try to remind myself everyone goes through a time where they need to depend upon other people. I just seem to be having a lot of those times lately. Maybe it's to prove the team can't make it without me, so they rally around me."

Clint laughed. "I like the way you think." He put his arms around her. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Clint. I didn't get you anything, though."

"You're here with me, and you made it through your first mission without any major injuries. Most importantly, you did it without having a breakdown. Remember how worried you were about that?"

Mikayla's smile grew. "That's right, and I didn't meltdown. Yay, me!"

'That smile is the best present I could have.' "I knew you could do it, Mikayla. You don't need to get me anything else. However, Sam and I have plans."

She smirked. "You're dumping me for Bird Boy?"

"Very funny. We have plans for you and Misty, goofball."

"Whew. I was worried there for a minute, though Mikayla Barton flows easier than Sam Barton or Clint Wilson." Mikayla chuckled. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, RH."

"I'm not planning on it, Sharky. He and I are taking our women out for lunch dates."

"Are you going to tell me where?"

"A restaurant."

Mikayla slapped his arm. "Not helpful, birdbrain."

"I love it when you get feisty," Clint smirked. "There's a hibachi place Tony recommended. The seats are lower, so you won't have to perch on a barstool."

"Perch? Really, Clint?" Mikayla shook her head.

"Sorry, it slipped out. Anyway, we'll be able to have the hibachi experience without having to sit on barstools."

"I've never been, so this will be fun."

"Before you ask, the dress code is casual. I knew you wouldn't be able to wear heels."

Mikayla stroked his cheek. "Have I ever told you how perfect you are?"

"No, but you can show me."

"Please do that somewhere else," Natasha interrupted. "I think I'm about to vomit from all the sugary sweetness going on here."

Clint looked over at Mikayla, then looked at Natasha with a straight face. "Tasha, I wouldn't say a word after your little display with Cap by the pool."

"Damn, Barton, you've picked up some spy skills. It's about time."

"Mikayla saw it and pointed it out."

Natasha shook her head. "Good one, Fitzgerald. That one's on me. I'll guarantee that won't happen again." The master spy spun around and strutted away.

"You embarrassed her. Good job. It doesn't happen very often."

"How could you tell?" Mikayla asked.

"Think back to what you saw when she was talking to us."

Mikayla thought for a few minutes, going over the scene in her head. "Her eyebrow twitched."

"Outstanding, Agent Fitzgerald. That's one of Agent Romanoff's few tells. It took you much less time to catch that than it did me."

"Yay, me again."

"Yes, ma'am, and you shall be rewarded handsomely for that."

"Lead on, Hawkeye."

"Gladly, Lady Hawkeye." Clint lifted her legs and brought them over to the wheelchair. "Your chariot, my lady." Mikayla chuckled as she sad and Clint wheeled her down the hall to their bedroom.

About two hours later, the two couples met in the garage, climbed into the GTO. After making sure Mikayla was able to get settled okay, Clint started the car and drove to the restaurant, making sure they weren't followed. He knew he couldn't be too sure with his brother on the loose. Everyone decided to order something different that way, and they could share it with the others. The two couples spent the time watching the chef put on his performance. Clint would shoot glances over to Mikayla so he could see her smile. He thought back to all she'd been through and realized she was back to herself. She'd rediscovered the old Mikayla, something he knew she thought she'd never do. He reached over and clasped her hand, picked it up, and kissed her palm. "What was that for?"

"No reason. I just wanted to say I love you, and I'm glad you're mine."

"I'll never belong to anyone else."

"Good gravy, Natasha's right," Misty said. "You two are sappy."

"Hush, Misty. You're just jealous."

"I've got my birdman, Mikayla." Misty looked over at Sam, who grinned and put his arm along the back of Misty's chair.

The chef finished his presentation, then gave them their plates. As they went to start eating, Clint wrinkled his nose. "Do you smell something burning?"

Sam looked around. "Now that you mention it, yeah." The couples started looking around when Clint and Sam saw flames erupting from the kitchen area. "We need to go, now." Sam grabbed Misty's hand as the fire alarm sounded and smoke began filling the restaurant.

"Mikayla!" Clint shouted as everyone started a mad dash out of the building. "Mikayla!"

"Clint! I'm right behind you!"

"Take my hand, Mikayla!" Clint felt, found her hand, and grabbed it. "You can make it!" He went to turn around to pick her up, knowing they'd get out quicker that way, but he felt her hand slipping from his grasp. "Mikayla!"

"Clint! Clint!" Her voice became muffled, and then he couldn't hear her over the cries of everyone else looking for their loved ones.

Once outside, he met up with Sam and Misty. "Have you seen Mikayla?" They shook their heads, split up, and started calling her name. After about thirty minutes, the trio met up again. Clint had checked every stretcher that exited the restaurant and had even gone back to the car but couldn't find Mikayla. He pulled out his phone. "Stark? I need your influence." Clint quickly explained to him what happened. "Thanks." He hung up. "Stark's going to pull some strings. Allow us to go inside." Clint started pacing as he ran his hand through his hair. "Where the hell is she? I should've immediately picked her up and carried her out."

Tony and Pepper showed up. Pepper approached the trio. "Tony's going to talk to the authorities. We should be able to get in shortly."

A few minutes later, Tony strode up to the trio. "We're good. Let's find our girl." Clint looked back and nodded at Tony, who nodded in return. "Lead on, Barton."

The group went in and climbed over debris to start the search from where they were sitting before the fire. They walked around and looked for any sign of her. They met back out front. "Anyone find anything?" They all shook her head. "Where the hell could she have gone?" 'Calm, Barton, breathe. In, out, in, out. She can't have disappeared into thin air. She's probably hiding somewhere, and we missed it.' Clint's phone rang. "Barton."

"Happy Valentine's Day, little brother. Looking for someone?"