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Clint's POV

The streets were dark and abandoned as he limped through the shadows. The darkness added cover but with how deserted the streets were he stuck out. It made him grateful that he wore dark clothing.

Medusa had changed his clothing styles. Before he liked dark colors but he had to wear more colorful clothes. No matter how much time passed his favorite color was purple. It had been years since he was able to wear them. He wouldn't be surprised if it was still years more before he could.

The lack of people wasn't surprising given the time of night but there was little choice this time. If he stayed in his apartment he would have been taken into custody.

As he turned a corner he froze still hidden in the shadows. Agents were all across the streets led by May. Her sharp eyes didnt miss his movement or the sudden stop. She was barking orders to the agents who turned to find him.

Clint tried to slip back out of the street but the movement had all eyes on him. It gave him no choice but to try and run.

Limping run was only slightly faster than his walk. It made him stick out even further. All his focus was on getting away. If he could get out of the city then he could disappear.

A body stepped into his path as he turned down a side street. Behind him he could hear the agents run past. In front of him was a familiar brown haired man. Coulson.

Clint was pulling his bow from his back as he said, "Coulson. You shouldn't be here."

"Its time to stop running, Barton," came his reply. Despite Clint drawing his weapon Coulson had not moved an inch.

He seemed far to relaxed to be dealing with with a Medusan. His hands were free of any weapons. It was as if he didnt expect a fight.

Clint's senses heightened to the point of a time he hoped to forget. He saw every twitch of the other's muscles. The way that he was was watched just as he was watching.

The air smelled of damp dew. It was still late in the night with dawn still several hours off.

His fingers of his right hand flexed over the bow. Something was off here but he didnt know what it was.

Out of his senses only his hearing didn't heighten. Since rescuing Gordon there was always a dull ringing in the back of his head. As if he was just got hit in the back of the head, constantly.

Clint sighed as he returned his full attention to Coulson, "You know I wont come with you, Coulson. If I didn't come with you when Nat was there what makes you think I will now?"

There was a flicker of amusement in the brown eyes as Coulson said, "I don't think you realize that you don't have a choice. When SHIELD comes calling like this you don't walk away free. I let you go last time but now you are alone and without a team. You won't make it out of the city as it is. That leg of yours will give out any time now."

There was truth behind the agent's words. His leg was beginning to buckle and shake. Walking would soon be impossible.

Slowly he reached his free hand towards the quiver. That was when Coulson moved. Clint flinched back hesitating to finish the movement.

Instead of attacking the younger man Coulson simply stopped and cocked his head to the side. It was as if he was a science experiment. Unlike when he was examined like this before it didnt make his skin crawl. There was a degree of trust that he had for this man. It was more than he felt towards anyone since he was a small child. Not since Nick...

The thought of his foster father made him tense back up. His eyes hardened to the slate grey that scared even Echo.

Then slowly aware of Clint's reflexes he reached out a hand towards the bow. Clint prepared to fight to keep his bow. He was surprised when a warm hand on his wrist holding the bow.

Coulson didnt press onto the pressure points. All he did was keep ahold of the younger man.

The agent calmly said, "If you were going to shoot me you would have done so already," Clint allowed Coulson to push his arm down slightly, "Delta would have stopped me the moment I got between him and escape. Its time to stop fighting, Barton."

For a moment he considered it. If he was honest with himself then he would admit that he was tired. So tired. Killing was taking a toll on what was left of his soul. He couldn't keep at it running as he was. Eventually someone would kill him or the darkness in his heart would.

This was not the day that they would take him. He pulled back from the man. Coulson's hand was dislodged from his wrist. Once more his free hand went to the quiver at his side.

As soon as his hand grasped the shaft of an arrow a sting in his leg drew his attention. Looking down he found a dart in his injured leg. A numbness began to spread up through his leg causing it to give out from under him.

Tranquilizer his mind supplied as Coulson caught him. Gingerly the man laid his bow to the side. As he passed out the man began to order whoever shot him. Then the whole world went black.

Coulson's POV

He laid Barton down gently checking his pulse. It was slow but steady as the tranquilizer went through his system.

May inquired checking the bow over, "He looks a lot better than when we dropped him off. You know hes going to kill you when he wakes up."

Phil's lips twitched slightly in amusement. Barton was certainly going to be pissed when he woke up. This was the only way to bring him in.

Their quinjet landed silently in the street awaiting them. With more care than he normally would have shown he picked Barton up. He seemed lighter than he had been before. Maybe it was the lighter gear or he had not been eating the last two weeks. Whoever his handler was they would have to make sure he ate.

Halfway to the jet he was stopped by a brown haired man with hazel eyes. Phil ordered calmly, "Out of the way. We are taking this man in on orders."

The man replied his voice equally calm but there was fire in his eyes, "That is my patient you have there. If you are taking him anywhere you have to take me as well."

Phil shook his head as he said, "You can't just go with him no matter who you are. Your security clearance isn't high enough."

The man took a step towards him and held out an id issued only to the top agents in the agencies. They were clearance ids that would allow the person to follow their agent to SHIELD. Who was this man?

Reading the card he found out the man was Morris Panov. Panov worked specifically with Medusan members. It would explain why he had to go with Barton.

If it was a lie then he could let Nick deal with it. If it was true then they would have an easier time keeping Barton calm until they could get to the Helicarrier. Either way they didnt have long before the tranquilizer wore off.

So he let Panov stay with Barton in the hold of the quinjet. Then ordered everyone to return to base.