Okay, I just realized that this is very similar to a previous chapter. I'm not sure which one, but they literally have the same plot. I'm sorry I didn't realize this before, but I still hope you like it.

Thunder clapped outside and Clint's shaking increased. Jarvis, who supposedly didn't have feelings, took pity on the man. Since the vents that Clint was hiding in weren't soundproof, Jarvis did everything in his control to comfort the man. Including alerting the team, who started searching for him."

Jarvis warmed up the vents and started playing classical music softly. The lighting outside was bright enough to flash in Clint's eyes and scare the living crap out of him. He flinched again and pushed himself further into the corner. Choking back a sob as memories kept flooding through his mind.

"Sir, Agent Barton is having a panic attack." Jarvis tells Tony. "I know that Jarvis, we've been looking for him for the last ten minutes." Tony growls under his breath. He's been crawling in a cramped vent for the last ten minutes with everyone else.

"I found him!" Steve shouts from probably a couple rooms over. "I'm heading your way." Tony says.

Steve has seen panic attacks before, especially in his time of the war. He knows not to touch Clint. "Clint, can you hear me?" Steve asks quietly.

"Y-yeah…" Clint immediately responds shakily. His hands are stuffed in his hoodie pockets and they're visibly shaking.

"Can you calm down? I need you to calm down. Your breathing to fast." Stev says quietly, forcing Clint to hear him.

Clint continues to suck in air, but each breath continues to get further apart. Eventually his breathing calms enough for them to talk. "S-sorry Cap…" Clint says. His breathing is still erratic. Steve curses when another thunder cracks outside and Clint starts to panic again. Just then, Tony decides to join the party.

They manage to calm him down again but not as quickly.

"Why don't you join us downstairs Clint?" Steve asks him while rubbing soothing circles on Clint's back.

He nods. So small he almost missed it. With fluid grace that north men have witnessed before, Clint is already hanging out of the vent, dropping down on the carpeted floor below.

His legs give out so when Steve clambers out and finds Clint on his knees, he's quick to help him stand up.

Tony awkwardly helps Steve drag him to the kitchen, where they place Clint on a stool and start cooking sandwiches and soup.

When it's done, Clint smiles and slurps the soup from the spoon. "Thanks guys." Together, the three of them forget about the storm, even though every time thunder shakes the building and lighting lights up the room, there are small tremors that run through Clint's body. He flinches slightly at every noise.

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Time Skip: 1 month

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"There's a storm coming." Tony grimaces while watching the news. "Hurricane Sandy." Clint slows his breathing down. Trying to change the subject, he says "I had an aunt named Sandy." Clint breathes out shakily as he watches the storm crawl it's way up the map. Getting closer and closer to them.

Clint stares out the window looking at the storm getting closer in the distance. The sky is gray and clouded. A light rain had started, the window dripping with condensation.

"Clint?" Steve says. Clint jumps and spins around.

"Are you okay? I know you kind of get scared of these types of storms..." Steve trails off.

Clint blushes, but memories of young him screaming for his parents to wake up flashed through his mind.

He breathes out through his mouth. "I'm fine Cap. They're just memories." Steve nods in understanding.

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Hurricane Sandy has hit and the rain pelting the window does nothing to block the sounds of the harsh thunder. The winds outside are ready to blow the building over. This is why the team is huddled on the tenth floor common room.

The TV is on, Star Wars is on. Which movie? Clint couldn't tell you. He stopped paying attention long ago. The team was seated on the couch and two extra chairs. Clint was huddled by Natasha's feet, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He was rocking on his legs, leaning back and forth.

His cheap earbuds, the only ones he could afford the time he bought them, were stuffed into his ears. Shoved so close to his hearing aids that they were the only thing he could hear, or so he thought. The thunder made his aids crackle with static. A couple times so bad that he was left deaf for a couple moments.

Clint was humming the shaky tune of Bon Jovi. Tony pitied the man in front of him. He was seated next to Natasha, who was now running her hand through his hair, he was staring at the poor man in front of him. Every time Clint's breath hitched and his rocking stopped, Tony felt his heart skip a beat.

It's been hours and the storm still has yet to cease. When the eye of the storm passed over, Natasha ushered Clint to sleep.

He slept, head leaning on Natasha's knee, for a solid thirty minutes before he jerked awake with a startled gasp. Clint and Natasha lock eyes. She knows what he's thinking. "It's okay Clint." She says soothingly.

"Just try and get more sleep." Clint's empty eyes bore into her, taking her breath away. "Not uhh…not with Barn?" He asks, confused. "Where's Barney? He…he can't be gone too." Clint starts to feel the inevitable panic flow through him.

Natasha lays a hand on his shoulder, wincing when he flinches away. "Clint! You're at Avengers tower. It's 2014." Clint pauses and looks at her.

"Tasha…" he sobs. "I'm so sorry. I-I-I'm sorry. I'm just so weak can't even get…get over a stupid memory." He manages to choke out between hiccups and sobs. Clint let's the grief run over him. Losing his parents in the car crash that day, it wrecked him.

It doesn't matter that his father was an abusive son of a bitch and his mother just stood there and watched her sons get beat. They were his parents, and some people didn't even get parents. At least he got his.

Clint burns all of his energy sobbing in Natasha's arms. He falls asleep with the team watching over him. The scenery around him fades out as his eyes close and he falls into a dreamless state of unconsciousness.

Okay, so this is very similar to another chapter. As I said at the top, I can't remember which one. But the chapter's done and I'm not complaining.

Thanks, Katie MacAlpine for reviewing and great question!

While writing the last chapter, it reminded me of a prompt that I saw a while back. The person said that they wanted to see Clint be the shortest on the team. And in order for this to be applied, Clint was lifted up by someone and no one had actually realized that Clint was that short until then. I tried to import this into the chapter, sorry for the confusion. Although now thinking back to it, 5'2 is a large difference from 5'10.