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Clint's POV

Groaning he came to. Memories of what happened came flooding back in an instant.

He tried to shoot up only to find his right wrist handcuffed to the bed. Beside him was a familiar brown-haired man with hazel eyes. Panov. What in the hell was he doing here?

Panov said noting the glare he was giving, "You're awake. That was a lot faster than Coulson expected. Then again you were never normal."

Clint flipped the man the bird. He wasnt in the mood for this or for a lecture.

Then he turned his attention to the handcuffs. They were standard issue for all of law enforcement. Breaking the lock would be simple enough.

Panov said drawing his attention away from the cuffs, "Its no use at this point. We will soon be landing at their base. Coulson informed me just before you woke."

Clint asked deciding to search for a paperclip or piece of wire, "Why did you come, Doc? We barely know each other and SHIELD doesn't exactly like those who don't belong to them."

He frowned when he was unable to find even a small wire. SHIELD weren't incompetent but he had hoped for something. He had two options. Break a bone in his wrist or dislocate his thumb.

A warm hand was placed on his bicep. It took all he had not to attack the doctor.

"You are not getting away from this," the doctor said calmly, "That agent won't hesitate to shoot you a second time."

A shuddering went through the Quinjet. It was landing on something. There was still a slight movement that would be unnoticeable to most.

There wasnt a change in the pressure on their ears. They couldn't have landed on a ship or in a base without that telltale sign. So what did they land on?

Coulson walked in and Clint stiffened on the bed. His cold grey eyes were solely on the man. This bastard had tranquilized him.

Coulson inquired with a twitch of his lips, "You look as if you want to murder me. Do I need to tranquilize you again?"

"Try it," snarled the younger man.

Panov's hand on his arm gripped tighter. It reminded him that he wasnt in the best position currently. He took a deep breath to calm his temper.

Delta was already making his way to the front. If there was anyone who could get him out of this it was Delta.

Coulson had already moved to the side of his bed. The click of the handcuff lock popping open had him reacting.

Pulling his knees under him Delta launched himself at Coulson. Ramming his shoulder into the man's abdomen. His right arm pressed it into the other's throat.

Nothing in the brown eyes changed. They were still on him with that determined look. The same look that made him trust Coulson in the first place.

Sighing he let his arm go down to his side. Then he stepped back to carefully. Coulson stepped forward so that he was no longer up against the wall.

He said cocking his head to the side, "You could try to fight me and break out. But unless you can pilot a quinjet you won't make it very far. Taking me hostage will not help you very much," the brown eyes sifted slightly, "There is someone who would very much like to see you."

Clint didn't say anything. He knew who Coulson was talking about. There could only be one person after all.

He had been avoiding Nick Fury for nearly a decade. At first, it had been easy but the man had finally caught up to him. Deep inside he acknowledged that it would have happened eventually. Even if Nat hadn't been caught by members of Hydra.

With that thought, he was lead through the Quinjet. It was one of the same models used when they went to rescue Nat.

Something he noticed was that the floor vibrated. Even with engines off, it was vibrating as if they were in flight.

Panov was at his back. While Coulson was at his left. A hand on his arm pulled him forward. They stepped down off the ramp of the quinjet.

Sun hit his face making him squint and blink rapidly. It only took for the brightness of sunlight to no longer blind him. Before them stood men and women in SHIELD uniforms.

They stood on what could only be described as a flight deck. Wind pushed the bangs out of his face as he realized they were still in the air. He had heard rumors that SHIELD had a flying fortress. Never in a million years did he think it was true.

A familiar dark-skinned with a single ice-blue eyes and an eyepatch over the other stood in the middle. A brown-haired woman with cold brown eyes stood next to him.

Clint raised his chin as Coulson's hand tightened around his upper arm. The older man dragged him forward until they stood directly in front of Fury. Clint could see Nat in the background.

Her green eyes wide with shock. She likely did not expect him to be caught so soon. He would never admit it out loud but he was tired. Tired of running. Tired of killing.

Nat said that SHIELD wasnt so bad. This was his chance to see it for himself. Squaring his shoulders he refused to show any weakness. He was not the same boy that had run away to the circus.

Delta and Hawkeye were still inside him. They would never leave him. He understood that but that didn't mean he would allow them to control his actions.

Fury asked looking hurt, "Are you still angry with me, kid?"

"You left me with an abusive bastard," he growled, "If you are expecting me to thank you. Then you will be waiting a long time."

A sigh escaped the dark-skinned man. He should have been expecting such an answer.

Fury said his eye softening, "Kid I never meant to leave you to get hurt. Let's talk about it inside."

Clint snapped, "I don't really have much of a choice here."

Fury had already spun on his heel and begun to walk away. Coulson pushed him forward not giving him a chance to refuse. Around them, the agents went back to their normal duties. A few gave him wary glances but no one said a word.