A/N: Sorry. I haven't abandoned this story. First came my exams, then holidays, then the new year above all I was too lazy to take copy all the things I wrote in my book on my laptop. so here is Chapter 7...

anyways HAPPY NEWYEAR FOLKS...

Chapter 7

Rhea was awakened somewhere in the middle of the night by some noise in her room. She saw Kichu sleeping peacefully in the moonlight. She felt a shadow move, she was thankful that the tubes around her were removed. She got out of the bed. She slowly moved her hand towards the switch and switched on the light. She saw the intruder freeze. "Ok, Miss Stark we can do this the easy way. Your friend here and agent outside won't wake up anytime soon." He said with an evil grin. "Who are you? And who sent you?" She said scathingly while scanning the room for possible escape. She pushed the IV stand towards the man it fell on his foot piercing through his shoe he let out a yelp. He was trying to remove it from his leg Rhea caught hold of his hair. "Tell me who sent you." She asked him she brought the knife that was on the bedside table to his throat. "I know you can't kill me." He said mocking her. "Yeah, I can't kill you but I can damn well knock you out and give you to Agent Barton out there." With that, she hit his head on the nearby table knocking him out. She went to check on Kichu she saw the tranquilizer dart sticking out of his neck. She slowly pulled it out of his neck she tried to shook him awake. He mumbled to go back into his slumber. She saw Agent Barton passed out on the bench outside her room. She poured a bottle of water over him. Still, it generated no response from the passed out agent.

She finally decided to tie up her attacker she used the pillow cover and bed sheets to tie him up to the legs of the hospital cot. She ringed the reception. "There has been a security breach in the VIP suite. Please send in the team. Rhea Stark. With that Rhea had cut short her call. Soon a team of medical staff along with security personnel stationed outside the hospital entered the room. The staff started working on Kichu and agent Barton. While the head of the security personnel started asking Rhea about the attack.

"They said you took him out all by yourself. You are much more than the genius' Stark introduced to the world."

"I am not a genius as you think of me. Yeah but I am much more than the simple girl he introduced. I started my martial arts training when I was five. My mom was my teacher. I know sword fighting and archery."

"You are more of warrior princesses than the usual damsel in distress type." I like that.

They were heading back to the States in a jet which had a capacity of two. Clint was flying the jet. All the security personnel could understand from her attacker was that he was a mere puppet who was in dark about his boss. It was the desperate need of money which made him do this dirty work. "You would be the first person in the world history who paid her own assassin." "The man was desperate, I might have stopped him from beginning dragged through the dirt."

"Any idea about the boss". She asked after a long pause.

"None yet the call came from North West Asia. To be frank the Afghan region. So we assume they could be your Father's kidnappers. We have informed our team there about the development." That was when Clint noticed Rhea was crying. He turned the jet on autopilot before turning to talk to her. "Hey, kid, your father is a fighter I am sure of it. He is not gone".

"I know he is a fighter. I know whosoever is the kidnappers I pray he is giving them a hell." Rhea said between her sobs. Clint barked a laughter. "You are indeed Stark's kid."

"Where are we heading to? Please don't say it is another place filled with statues and robots."

"Statues and robots?" Clint asked her raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah, the base from which we took off. They were walking around like that."

"It isn't a SHIELD base it is a RAW base."

"Whatever how can you people be so detached? Don't you guys get any holidays? Breaks vacations or is it all work, no play. Phew, I can't even imagine myself in a career like yours. I will die of depression."

"It's because you have never gotten to see the fun part of it."

"I don't see how putting one's life at stake as the fun part of his or her work." Clint smiled before turning back to manning the jet. Rhea Stark will always be special to him. He understood it by that one conversation. Despite going through a tough time she didn't lose her sense of humor. He remembered her friend saying that only a few months back she lost her mom and it took a lot of time for a comeback. The only thing that kept her sane at the moment was the hope her dad was still there out. He prayed the fun loving girl next to him will never have to go through the same thing once more. He saw as his house, coming into his vision.

"So you press a button and this turns out to be another secret base of yours isn't it." Clint smiled as they stepped into the house. "Honey, I am home," he called out. Rhea saw a woman come out of the kitchen. She was cradling a pink bundle. Rhea being who she was automatically going forward to peek into the bundle in Clint's partner's arm. "She is so cute." she cooed into the bundle. "Miss Stark, meet Lila Laura Barton and my dearest wife Laura Barton." Clint introduced them to her. "DADDY," just then Rhea heard a little boy's excited shout. She saw a boy around four come launch himself towards Clint's open arms. Clint scooped him up; both of them wore an identical grin. "Rhea this is Cooper." Clint introduced his son ."Beautiful," said Cooper bashfully before hiding into the crook of his dad's neck.

"Little Coop is having a crush." Laura cooed at her son. "What kind of host am I? Let me show you the guest room." Laura said as she led her way. Rhea was surprised to find clothes of her size waiting for her. SHEILD she thought. Rhea came out of the room she went to the porch she saw Cooper trying to aim at a scoreboard with a fake bow arrow set. He was repeatedly failing but still, he was not giving up. "Hey, buddy. Want a little help over there." Cooper blushed as he saw Rhea. "I will show you how." She bent down to his level and helped Cooper to aim properly. "Now release." She said to him. As the arrow hit its mark Cooper let out a squeal and called out to his dad. "Daddy..." he ran into the house. Rhea laughed and followed him into the house.

She could feel the harsh desert terrain around her. She was standing in the middle of nowhere. Then she saw a figure coming towards her, as it neared she realized it was her dad, he looked all ragged and drained but still, his eyes were filled with love and joy. She ran towards him. "Dad..." she cried and ran towards him. Just then she heard a loud bang and she watched in horror as she saw his faded white shirt stained deep red. "Paaaa..." she screamed as she saw him slump into the sand beneath him.

A/N: Constructive Criticism welcomed...