Sorry that took me so long! I don't have much personal writing time, and I'm three stories at once. I don't want to pause any of them though... oh well! Read on!

Chapter 2

Clint's POV

Clint walked into the lobby of the tower as the same time as Natasha. She looked over at him.

"How did it go?"

Clint frowned. "It was... interesting."

Nat raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound good."

Clint shook his head. "It wasn't. Well, it was, sort of, but... do you know if there's a minimum age for those tracking bracelets?"

Nat gave Clint a sideways look as they stepped into the elevator. "No, why?"

Clint was silent for a moment before he answered her. "At the foster home I visited, there were seven kids. One was a seven-year-old boy, one a six-year-old girl, and the rest were teenagers. All but one of the kids was wearing a tracking bracelet."

Natasha, about to hit the elevator button, froze when she realized what that meant. "The boy or the girl?"

"The girl."

The hand Nat had at her side clenched into a fist, and when she poked the button for the 74th floor, she pressed it so hard that it almost jammed.

Clint had been expecting a reaction somewhat like this from Nat. After the Red Room, Nat was extremely sensitive to things involving the government and children, especially girls.

"What can she do?" Nat asked cautiously.

Clint's face darkened. "As far as I know, all she can do is tell when someone's lying but looking at them."

Nat stared at him. "You're not kidding." It wasn't a question.

Clint shook his head. "No, and the others need to know about this."

Natasha nodded in agreement.

The elevator doors dinged open, and the duo stepped out.

"Welcome back" FRIDAY's voice said. "The others have already returned and are waiting in the common area."

"Thanks FRIDAY," Clint called as he and Natasha went to see the others.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~mini time skip because I can ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clint walked into the common area room to see most of the others sitting on the couches and on their phones, although Steve was drawing in a notebook, and James (Bucky) was reading a book. The Rogues and the Avengers sat on opposite sides of the room, dutifully ignoring each other.

Clint sat down on a comfy armchair in between the two groups, and Natasha took a seat next to him, on the Rogue side.

"Hey Stark," Clint said, and Tony looked up, annoyed.

"What?"

"Is there a minimum age for the government to be allowed to put tracking bands on someone?" Clint asked. "For example, if the government anted to put a tracking band on a six-year-old, would that be legal?" Clint desperately hoped the answer was no.

"Not without the consent of the kid's parents, but it's not like it matters," Tony said, rolling his eyes. "No one's going to put a tracking band on a six-year-old."

"Wrong." Clint said coldly.

"What are you saying?" Steve looked up, alarmed.

"I'm saying that at the foster home I was at today, there was a six-year-old girl with a tracking bracelet." Clint said darkly.

The room was silent. The team resembled statues with varying expressions. Some were in shock while others looked horrified. Most looked to be both.

"That can't be possible."

The team looked over at Tony, who was shaking his head in denial.

"I'm sorry, but it's true." Then Clint paused. "Actually, I'm not sorry for anyone except those kids, especially Estelle."

"Is Estelle…" Sam started.

Clint nodded. "And she's completely harmless. I don't think that she even really understands what her wearing a bracelet means. The others do though, especially her older brother."

"I'll tell you what it means," Steve said, standing up. "It means that we need to do something about this."

"Sit down Capsicle," said Tony, and Steve glared at him.

"What, are you suggesting we just let this happen?" Steve asked angrily.

"No, I'm saying that you can't do anything about it right this second, and that you should sit down while we talk about a plan," snapped Tony. "I don't like this anymore than you do, but at least I'm smart enough to know I can't just storm into some government building and start yelling about justice."

"I never said-"

"Boys," Natasha said, standing up. "Quit it. Arguing won't help these kids, and you two need to stop going at each other's throats whenever one of you disagrees with the other. Now, everyone's going to sit down now and we're going to talk about this like civilized adults, understood?"

Steve and Tony glared at each other again, but they both kept their mouths shut and Steve sat back down.

"Good." Natasha sat back down in her chair. "Tony, you said that for it to be legal to put a tracking bracelet on a six-year-old, the child's parents would need to give their consent?"

Tony nodded. "They would have to sign a whole lot of forms and documents too."

"Wait," said Sam, looking confused. "Isn't Estelle in a foster home? Wouldn't that mean that her parents don't have legal guardianship over her?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "When I said parents, I meant legal guardians. In this case, that would be her foster parents."

Clint shook his head. "That can't be right. I met Mrs. Moore, and there is no way she would sign those forms."

"Maybe Estelle's parents signed the forms before she was put into foster care?" mentioned Wanda.

Clint paused. "Maybe they did..."

"...And that would make the tracker completely legal," finished Nat.

Tony looked at Steve. "See, this why-"

One look from Nat and Stark went silent.

"So we can't do anything about this?" Steve said, looking frustrated.

"Well, not right now," said Nat. "We need more information first."

But how to get that information was the question…

I'm sorry that this chapter was so short! I'll try to do better next time. Are y'all ready for a change in POV? *mysterious smile emoji* -Ellie