Clint was ready to explode.

Dorothy was missing. Steve was missing. Sam was missing. Bucky was missing.

He was ready to explode.

An hour after the fight in the cafeteria and he had heard nothing from his fiancé.

Nat came into the office he was currently pacing in back and forth. Burning a hole into the carpet.

"They found the rest of the helicopter at the bottom of the river." She told him, "No sign of any of them."

"Damnit!" Clint punched the wall to the left of him.

"You need to stay calm." Nat tried to reason.

"Don't tell me to stay calm!" He snapped at Nat, "My fiancé is missing. I don't know where she is and now Everett is ready to link her as a criminal because Steve, Sam, and Bucky are missing too."

"Dorothy is missing and is this close to being branded a threat and you're siding with Stark. The world has gone nuts." Clint shook his head.

"It was the best option." Nat tried to tell him.

"Bullshit Nat." Clint shot back at his best friend, "It was the most convenient. I can't believe you would give your freedom to someone like Ross."

"We need to be put in check," Nat stressed. He could tell she was getting upset.

"You're just trading one Red Room for another." Clint seethed.

Nat blinked back in mild shock.

He knew he had hit her deep. But he wasn't wrong.

His phone beeped.

Scrambling he grabbed his phone from his pocket and saw he had a new text message.

Alexander Hamilton: I'm okay.

Clint let out a huge sigh of relief when he read the first two words. Then he kept reading.

But I don't know if I can walk away. I've pulled myself in too deep. I need to be on the side of what's right. But if you want me to come back I will because I love you.

There was no question. She was his. He was hers. He would follow her anywhere. Even to hell. Which considering the circumstances that might not be far off.

He wrote back.

Where you go. I go.

Lifting his head, he saw Nat's laser eyes on him.

"Is she okay?" She asked him.

He nodded.

His best friend stared at him for a long moment.

"I'll give you ten minutes to grab what you need and get away. That's as long as I can distract them for." She spoke to Clint.

She was letting him get away. To go where Dot was.

Even though they were on opposite sides she was still his best friend.

"Thank you, Nat." He softly said.

She gave him a nod and then he left the office.


Sam brought me some dry clothes which I gratefully changed into. Then he went on watch to wait for Clint to arrive.

After I changed, I left Pops a message that I was alright but I wouldn't be able to talk for a while. I said I would try and explain when I had the chance. Next, I called work and took a few days of unpaid time off. Jude had been keeping up with the news. He knew what was going on. My request was granted. He said not to worry about Diana.

After all that I kept Steve company who was sitting watching Bucky sleep. He must have hit his head pretty hard.

"We've got a visitor." Sam lightly joked as he and Clint came upstairs into the room.

Standing up I ran straight into his open arms. We held onto each other for a few minutes. When we broke apart we found we were alone. Sam and Steve must have given us some privacy.

"Are you okay?" Clint ran his hands over me.

"I'm alright. Sam brought me some new clothes."

"What happened to your old ones?" He asked me with narrow eyes.

"They uh got wet when I jumped into the river after Steve and Bucky went overboard with the helicopter crash…" Trailing off cautiously.

Clint's eyes grew wide and I knew he was about to start shouting but I tamped that down.

"Hey, I'm okay. We're okay." Soothing as I grabbed his face, "I'm okay."

Clint let out a sigh and dropped his forehead onto mine.

"How are you doing?" Tentatively asking him, "I mean I did ask you to turn your back on your friends to potentially become a criminal." My face twisted into a scowl.

God this was so stupid. Why am I here? Why did I drag Clint here?

"Dot you didn't make me do anything. I'm here because I want to be. Because this is the right choice. To fight with Cap against what they tried to make the team do and to fight to protect Bucky. This wasn't his fault. You guys are seeing what is right and I need to be a part of it." Clint said fiercely as he held my face in his hands.

"Nothing will be the same after this." Whispering in fear.

"No, it won't. But we'll have each other. I love you and I still intend to marry you, Dorothy Laurens." He smiled at me.

My lips formed into a grin, "And I fully intend to marry you, Clinton Barton."

Together we took a breath and broke away. Though I still kept my arm wrapped around his.

Clint took off his backpack, "I grabbed us both a backup phone charger, my gear, and some food and water."

"Good thinking." Nodding at how smart that was. We went into the spare room with Steve and Sam.

"I'm going to do another lap," Sam said and walked out of the room.

"You both don't need to be here." Steve said to us, "You can still leave now and just get a slap on the wrist." He hoped to convince us to leave.

"Not a chance." Clint shook his head.

"Yeah, you're stuck with us. Sorry." Shrugging my shoulders.

A smile flitted at Steve's lips.

"We're family Steve. We're with you for better or worse." Going over giving him a hug.

"Hey Cap," Sam called out.

We all turned our attention to Sam who was standing in the opening of the room where Bucky was being held.

The three of us rushed to the room to find Bucky starting to awaken.

Bucky groaned as he lifted his head he said, "Steve?"

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve questioned his best friend.

Bucky thought for a second.

"Your mom's name was Sarah." He said like he couldn't believe it.

A small twitched on Bucky's lips. It was the first time I had ever seen him do that.

"You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." He chuckled at the memory.

Steve smirked, "You can't read that in a museum."

"Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?" Sam's sarcasm and skepticism were obviously high.

"What did I do?" Bucky asked in fear.

"Enough," Clint answered him.

"Oh God, I knew this would happen." Bucky sighed as he hung his head in shame, "Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."

"Who was he?" Steve asked.

"I don't know," Bucky replied.

"People are dead. The bombing, the setup, the doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than I don't know." Steve stressed to his best friend.

Bucky thought.

"He wanted to know about Siberia." He finally said.

"He wanted to know where I was kept." Bucky searched his brain, "He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?" Sam questioned.

"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier," Bucky told us in a deadly tone.

"What?" Breathing out as I tried to keep myself standing.

"In 1991, Hydra injected five test subjects with a new form of the super serum." Bucky began.

"Who were they?" Steve inquired.

"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in Hydra history and that was before the serum." He told us.

The lump in dry throat grew larger.

"They all turn out like you?" Sam questioned.

"Worse." That was all Bucky said.

And the lump grew bigger.

"The doctor, could he control them?" Clint asked Bucky.

"Enough," Bucky replied.

"The doctor said he wanted to see an empire fall." Saying aloud to him.

"With these guys, he could do it." Bucky stared at me, "They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They could take a whole country down in one night, you'd never see them coming,"

"Okay, I am officially panicking." Running my hands through my hair.

Clint, Steve, and Sam did a little group meeting while I stood pacing back and forth trying to tamper down my anxiety.

Only when I turned around on my second lap did I notice that Bucky's arm was still in the vice.

"Let's get you out of that." Speaking to him as I walked over and turned the handle. It took some effort because I wasn't as strong as Steve but I finally got his arm out of it.

"Thank you." Bucky winced as he moved his arm.

"No problem." Trying to give him a smile.

Glancing over I saw the guys still in their meeting. Looking back at Bucky he was hanging his head as if guilt was pressing him towards the floor.

I wanted to comfort him but I had no idea how. What do you say to a super soldier who was a mostly ex-assassin, and was is being blamed for something he didn't do.

"Dottie," Sam called me over.

Flashing Bucky a kind smile I went over to the guys.

"Sam is going to follow on a lead to see if he can give us a hand. Clint is going to go back to the compound and get Wanda and bring her here." Steve explained.

"Will you even be able to get to her?" Questioning my fiancé.

"It won't be easy but I will be able to do it. I'll bring her back." Clint said to me. Relief flooded through me. As much as I didn't want Wanda dragged into this I didn't want her being held captive at the compound.

"Are you okay to stay here with Steve and him?" Sam asked as his eyes went to Bucky.

"I'll be fine." Rolling my eyes at him.

A few minutes later with a kiss goodbye from Clint, he and Sam slipped out into the city.

Steve stood a few feet from the room where Bucky was. I could see the hesitation in his eyes at wanting to go in or keep his distance.

"Why don't you try and rest for a bit?" Offering, "I can keep him company."

"I don't know Dot…" Steve trailed off.

"He won't hurt me. It's fine." Nodding to him.

Steve shot one last look at Bucky before he nodded and went into the other room. Picking up some of the snacks that Clint had left for us and two water bottles I went into the room.

"You should stay hydrated." Speaking to him.

He jerked his head up and saw me holding a water bottle out to him.

Slowly he took it from me.

"Thanks." He quietly said.

"And you should eat something." Mothering him as I sat down across from him on the floor, "I know it's not much since your metabolism is probably like on another planet just like Steve, but at least it's something." Showing him the selection of protein bars.

Bucky stared at me cautiously. He probably wasn't used to someone being kind to him without wanting something extreme in return.

…the thought of that broke my heart.

"I'd recommend the chocolate chip one. It's the least chalky of the bunch. I don't know how Clint can eat these." Making a face as I grabbed a peanut butter bar for myself and held the chocolate chip one to him.

Bucky stared at me wearily.

"It's okay. I don't bite." Smiling at him, "Well not since the third grade." Joking with him.

Cautiously Bucky took the bar from me and opened it.

"Third grade huh?" He questioned.

"Yeah, Stuart Simpson. Not my proudest moment but the little bastard had it coming." Speaking with a scowl as I undid my wrapper.

"What did he do?" Bucky asked as he took a bite of his protein bar.

"Well besides constantly tormenting Katie Travers and even on one occasion broke her glasses on the playground. It was diorama day at school. My mom, grandparents, and I spent days building my scale model of the Tower Bridge in London. I had my eye on that first prize ribbon and the free year subscription to National Geographic, but then Stuart Simpson entered the picture." Shaking my head in disgust.

"Yeah, what happened?" Bucky motioned for me to continue my story.

"I was walking into the cafeteria and 'by accident' Stuart had a 'leg spasm' and stuck his leg out right in front of me. I fell to the floor and my beautiful diorama of the Tower Bridge broke my fall. I was too stunned to even speak at first. Stuart expected me to burst out crying I suppose, but I did the opposite. I jumped up, tackled him to the floor, and managed to bite his arms and neck a few times before my teacher and my mother pulled me off of him. He was bawling like a baby." Finishing the story.

Eyeing Bucky I had a grin on my face when I said, "I totally broke the skin."

To my surprise, Bucky let out a short laugh. It startled me. But my grin grew wider.

"Little bastard indeed. I say he got what he deserved." Bucky smiled at me.

"You need to do that more often." Saying to him.

"What?" He asked.

"Smile." Gently responding.

His face fell and he went silent.

"But then I imagine you haven't had much to smile about." Softly wondering aloud though we both knew the answer.

The air became awkward.

Great job Dot.

"I also hated Stuart because of his last name." Suddenly changing the subject. It startled him but he welcomed it.

"That meany had the audacity to have the last name of one of my favorite television families." Huffing out in irritation.

"I like their Treehouse of Horror episodes." Bucky causally said.

"You watch the Simpsons!" Almost shouting in surprise.

His lips formed into a small smile, "Cable TV in Romania isn't exactly bountiful. There were a lot of old episode reruns on. At least they were in English." He joked.

I let out a little laugh, "I'm still trying to get Steve to watch an episode of the Simpsons. I love that you've gotten into it before he has."

"Well Steve has been around longer than I have," Bucky said quietly as he looked down at the floor.

"That may be, but you guys can always make up for the lost time." Attempting to see the bright side.

"I'm not sure there is a happy ending to this story." Bucky was still looking at the floor.

"You never know. Stranger things have happened." Shrugging my shoulders, "I don't believe that you guys came back into each other's lives for nothing good to happen. Good things can happen for a reason."

"And no matter what happens you'll always have Steve," I added softly.

Bucky shook his head, "I'm not worth all this trouble."

"To him you are." Earnestly telling him.

He tilted his head to look at me.

"You're everything to him. All he has left. Even when he thought you were…dead, he thought about you all the time. He feels so guilty about what happened on the train in 1944. He's lived with the guilt that he never went after you. He isn't going to let you go now. You're stuck with him, and you know how stubborn he can be." Smirking at the joke.

Bucky was silent for a few seconds.

"Why does he still care about me?" His voice cracked.

"Because he loves you." Tears came to my eyes and I quickly added, "You're his best friend. His person." God, I almost outed Steve to Bucky. That would not have gone over well.

"He'll never stop caring about you Bucky." Some of the tears fell and I hastily wiped them away.

Bucky stared at me for a long moment. His eyes changed.

"I…I remember you." He tentatively said.

My body reeled back in surprise, "What? From when?"

"From yesterday and…you were at the museum. I went to the Howling Commandos Exhibit one last time before it closed. I bumped into you. I was there trying to remember more." He said with a far-off look in his eyes.

"Yes, yes that's right. I work at the Smithsonian Museum of American History." My chest insides warmed that he remembered, "I did your section in the exhibit."

He paused, "What's your name?" He sheepishly asked.

I let out a laugh, "Dorothy, but most I go by Dottie or Dot. If you hadn't figured it out, I'm also engaged to Clint." Lifting my hand to show off my ring.

"Dot." He tested my name out on his tongue. A tiny smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm surprised you're not engaged to Steve. He seems to catch everyone's eyes post-serum." Bucky lightly joked.

Tilting my head back I laughed, "I'm not Steve's type." Giggling at the absurdity of the thought.

Bucky gave me a funny look, "Why not?"

I went stiff.

Shit.

God two times in two minutes and I almost out Steve to the man he loves who had no idea he was gay.

"I like a man who knows how to use a bow and arrow." Quipping with a grin, hoping to God Bucky would drop it.

Bucky gave me another small smile.

"I don't know Clint and I just-we fit together. Now that he's in my life I can't see myself with anyone else." Grinning like an idiot because I knew I was blushing.

"Sorry. Ever since Clint and I have been together I've become a stereotypical, head-over-heels romantic." Laughing as I felt my cheeks go full red.

"Don't ever apologize for being in love." Bucky warmly said.

"What about you? Steve said you were quite the ladies' man back in the day. I also learned a lot about your conquests from my research." Inquiring with interest.

Now he turned a little pink.

"Yeah, uh-" He rubbed his neck awkwardly, "I haven't made much experience lately. Besides I was never able to pin down the right one."

"Well, maybe now it will be different." Attempting to be optimistic.

"I don't see how it can be different now when it wasn't then." He said quietly to himself I was sure he didn't mean to say it out loud.

"What does that mean?" Gently inquiring.

His eyes snapped to mine before he quickly looked away, "Nothing. It means nothing."

We both went silent.

We were both nervous. Unsure. Awkward.

Standing up went to my bag and pulled out a deck of playing cards.

"Want to play? I only know Go Fish though." Sheepishly blushing at my own embarrassment.

"Sure." Bucky humored me.

I went over and sat down across from him and dealt the deck out between the two of us. We gathered our cards in our hands.

"Ladies first." Bucky gestured to me.

"What a gentleman." Lightly joking as I took in my cards, "Got any three's?" Asking him.

"Go Fish." He smirked at me.

My nose scrunched up. Secretly I was a sore loser when it came to games. My competitive streak was bound to come out soon if things got ugly.

We played in silence for a bit, only talking to ask for cards or saying a triumphant 'Go Fish'

"So…" I drawled out, hoping to get him to open up "What do you look for in a partner? Or do you already have someone in mind? I mean just because you were on the run the last year doesn't mean you couldn't form a crush on someone."

He was silent. Like he hadn't heard me, but I knew he had.

"I'm sorry I don't mean to pry. I just want you to know that you can trust me." Earnestly telling me, "I mean I wouldn't have jumped in a river after you if I didn't at least trust you." Smiling at the last bit.

"Why do you trust me?" He asked me utterly confused as he tried to figure me out.

"Because Steve does and that's good enough for me." Honestly replying as I shuffled through my cards, "Do you have any eight's?"

He shook his head.

"Damn." Cursing under my breath as I picked up another card.

We went back to the silence.

"I already have someone in mind." Bucky quietly revealed.

"What are they like?" Trying to keep calm and causal and not internally freaking out that Bucky was trusting me.

"Caring, funny, smart. They always know what to say to make you feel better. They are always thinking of others before themselves. They are fearless and kind, and have a beautiful smile." Bucky told me softly as he kept his eyes on his cards.

"They sound really amazing." Gently smiling at him, "What's her name?"

Bucky went quiet.

"Sorry, you don't need to tell me." Rushing out thinking he was embarrassed at already sharing too much.

Bucky looked down at the floor.

"It's not a her." He whispered so quietly I thought I misheard him.

My body stilled.

"Oh." Was all I said at first.

Bucky's face scrunched up with disgust and suddenly I hated myself.

"But that's perfectly okay James." Softly reassuring him, "It's-things aren't like they were in the '30s and the '40s. It's perfectly legal in well, most of the world, but we're getting to the whole world. It's the 21st century, men can love men, women are allowed to love women. It's okay."

"There doesn't need to be so much shame and stigma with being gay or lesbian, or trans." Giving him a warm smile, "You are who you are and that's okay and no one should dictate who you should love. And if they try, send them to me and I'll kick their asses." Giggling the last part out to try and lighten the mood.

His lips quirked into a tiny smile but he was still looking at the floor.

"Don't worry I told Steve the same thing." Hoping to comfort him.

Bucky's head snapped up.

"Told Steve what?" He intently questioned.

I went from hunching to being ramrod straight.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Hm?" Playing innocent even though I was sweating bullets inside, "What?"

"What would you need to tell Steve?" He asked me again. Now I felt like a deer in headlights.

Me and big, fat mouth!

"Tell Steve what?" Acting innocent again as I tried to turn the conversation back on him.

"You said you told Steve the same thing." Bucky's cheeks began to pinken and I saw his hand clench.

"James are you alright?" Warily eyeing his reactions. Suddenly I was becoming nervous.

"Everything okay in here?" A voice came from the doorway.

Steve stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes darted to me and Bucky.

"Yeah." Breathing out, "James is just kicking my butt in Go Fish." Letting out a nervous sounding laugh and instantly cringed at the sound.

Steve looked at me like he didn't believe me.

My phone began to ring.

Thank God.

Fishing it from my pocket I saw it was Clint.

"It's Clint." Informing them before I stepped out of the super awkward, tension-charged room to answer my phone.

"Hey, did you get back to New York okay?" Picking up the phone.

"Yeah, I'm outside the compound setting up my distraction." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Don't do anything too crazy." Laughing softly.

"Me? Never." He joked back.

The snort that erupted from me was all the answer he needed.

"I'll get her out don't worry." He told me in a gentle voice.

"I know you will." Softly replying. All I wanted to do was be curled in his arms. With our days becoming more like a soap opera I didn't know how many more chances we would get.

My stomach immediately plummeted when I thought of him being separated from me or if anything happened to him. Clint was my whole world now.

"Dot?" Clint's anxious tone sounded over the phone.

"Sorry I zoned out. It's been an exhausting few days." Apologizing as I shook my head and my scary thoughts from my mind.

"I know. I don't know how this will end." Clint quietly replied.

None of us knew. But it wasn't going to be pretty. That I was positive about. But still, it was the right thing to do.

My chest swelled with an absolutely insane idea.

"I want to get married." I blurted out.

"Honey we are going to get married," Clint replied to my outburst with confusion.

"No, I mean when you come back here with Wanda. I want to get married before everything-whatever happens goes down. I want to know that if something does happen that we'll be linked together forever, and that nothing Ross or Tony do will separate us." Rushing out knowing full well I sounded nuts.

There was silence over the line.

Oh God, I had gone too far.

Then I heard Clint laughing.

"Yes. Let's do it." He told me and I could picture his beautiful smile.

"Okay." Laughing along with him, "Do we need anything?"

"I have no idea I've never done this before." Clint joked.

I jogged back into the room where Steve and Bucky were. They currently were standing close together talking in hushed tones.

"Hey, do either of you know what to do about getting married in a foreign country?" Inquiring to either of them as I put the call on speaker.

Steve turned and looked at me with a gaping mouth.

"You'll both need your passports, birth certificates, and proof of residency that matches a legal ID. And a valid marriage license stamped and signed by a U.S. official from something like a courthouse. Then you can go to church." Bucky responded to my question like it was something he answered all the time.

Steve turned to him and was now staring at him with the gaping mouth.

"You get all that?" Asking Clint.

"Get our documents from the house, proof of residency and a signed marriage license got it." Clint went over the checklist.

"How do you know that?" Steve questioned Bucky with wide eyes.

He just shrugged in response.

Leaving the room, I took the call off of speaker, "Are we really are doing this?" Questioning to myself and him.

"We really are doing this." He laughed.

"You're right. I don't want us going into battle without you legally being my wife. I want to make sure no matter what happens you'll be okay." He continued.

"I need to go and set off the trap." Clint said, "I love you. Don't worry I'll take care of everything."

"I know. You always do." Smiling, "I love you too. Stay safe."

Clint hung up and I let out a giggle.

We really were doing this.

Walking back into the room Steve and Bucky had resumed talking but as soon as Steve saw me he stopped and threw his hands in the air.

"What is going on?" He questioned.

"I'm getting married." Shrugging like it was no big deal.

"You think this is the best time to get married? Now?" Steve stressed to me.

"Yes, it is. Because no matter what happens in the next few hours or tomorrow or the day after Clint and I want to be together. If anything happens to either of us we want to make sure the other will be okay no matter what." Calmly replying to Steve, "I figure before we all get thrown into a foreign prison for the rest of our lives that I would marry the man I love before that happens."

"Steve you know better than anyone that life is short and it can change in a second. If Clint and I have the chance to do this then we are going to. You never know what is going to happen. Better to leap and take the risk now before it's too late." Seriously speaking to him as I eyed Bucky from his side.

"You'd do well to try it." Dropping a not-so-obvious hint to him and Bucky before I left the room to call Beth.


A knife flew through the air mere inches from his eyes.

"Guess I should have knocked." He said sarcastically as I nudged the cutting knife to the ground as he shot Wanda a smirk.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here?" She asked him incredulously as she ran over and gave him a hug.

"Special recuse on the orders of Dot." His smirk grew wider as he hugged her quickly before letting her go. He grabbed an arrow from his back and shot it in the corner, then grabbed another and did the same.

"And Cap needs our help, come on." He grabbed Wanda's hand and moved to the door. He had no idea how long the explosion would keep Vision busy.

"Clint!" Vision said cheerfully.

Shit. Speak of the Devil.

He and Wanda heard the AI superhero material through the wall. Clint and Wanda stood in their spots.

"You should not be here." Vision said seriously.

"Really?" He asked and turned around, "I retire for what like five minutes, and it all goes to shit." Sarcastically telling his teammate.

"Please consider the consequences of your actions." Vision looked to Clint and then to Wanda.

Clint paused for a millisecond, watching as he eyed Vision move forward.

"Okay, they're considered." He nodded.

Vision floated over the line his arrows had set up tripping the forcefield to hold the AI superhero in place.

"Okay, we gotta go." Clint turned around with a little more haste in his step this time. He jogged to the doorway but stopped when he noticed Wanda not following him.

"It's this way." He pointed to the door. They were running out of time.

"I've caused enough problems," Wanda said as she looked at the floor.

Clint sighed and jogged back over to her.

"Dottie wants you to come with me and to be honest do you really want to stay a prisoner under Stark?" He asked her.

Wanda didn't answer him, but he could see the agreement in her eyes, but she still was unsure.

"You gotta help me, Wanda." He sighed as he played the tough love card, "Look you want to mope, you can go to high school. You want to make amends; you get off your ass."

He watched her eyes widened at his tone with her.

Clint was about to continue when movement caught his eye.

"Shit." He cursed as he saw Vision break the forcefield and advance towards him. Clint reached for an arrow, but he wasn't quick enough. Vision propelled him back onto the floor a few feet.

Clint groaned and rolled himself onto his knees as he grabbed his baton, "I knew I should have stretched."

The proceeding fight saw Clint getting his ass kicked with Vision putting him in a headlock. He saw fear flash in Wanda's eyes as she stood away from the two.

"Clint you can't overpower me," Vision told him calmly.

Clint looked to Wanda.

"I know I can't." He strained against Vision, "But she can."

Wanda stepped forward, her hands glowing red.

"Vision that's enough. Let him go." She told him, "I want to go. I'm leaving."

"I can't let you." Vision responded to her. Clint was still in his headlock and now he was struggling to breathe.

Wanda widened her hands and Clint felt himself drop forward onto the floor, panting to get air into his body.

"If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you." Vision painfully strained as Clint watched Wanda break him apart with her powers.

"I can't control their fear. Only my own." Wanda's hands shook as she moved forward and sent Vision through the floors of the tower.

Clint stood up and peered over the hole where Vision had been. Clint couldn't see the bottom, but they were fifty stories up.

"Man is he going to be pissed when he gets up," Clint commented as he stared into the void.

"Come on we got one more stop." Telling Wanda as he looked at her pained face. Clint knew it must not have been easy to push the guy you liked fifty stories down into the floor.

"And we gotta make a quick stop by the house." Clint grabbed her hand and they jogged to the door.

"Why?" Wanda questioned.

"I have to pick up Dottie and mines birth certificates and social security cards. We've decided to do a quicky wedding in Germany." Clint smiled as he saw Wanda's face light up.

"Dibs on acting Maid of Honor if Beth isn't going to be there!" She joyously squealed as they made their way out of the compound.