Optional chapter. To those who noticed Leo's dad's last name. Here is a special chapter. Yes, in my head canon Leo's dad is in the Marvel verse.

He was going to be in a lot of trouble. No doubt about it. But with his mom and grandma on his side, he didn't think he'd have to worry so much. In retrospect, he should have probably mentioned something to his bionic siblings about having a not so friendly psycho uncle that made Douglas look calm and reasonable on his worst days.

Uncle Jacob Maximus Fury. Uncle Jake for short. Jake for his friends. Scorpio to his colleagues.

Leo didn't often try to get interested in Superheroes. They were almost exclusively on the eastern coast. Living in Wyoming and then California didn't allow a whole lot of hero knowledge of interaction. It seemed now, Supers to the East, Bionics to the West. And he was not going to delve into the whole mutant situation. He had enough to deal with after his mom married Donald Davenport.

He could have told his family, but it was never a good time. Heck, no one knew Big D had a brother until the whole Marcus debacle. It was never a good time until a good old fashioned crisis happened. Or in Leo's case, kidnapping and attempted brain washing.

When had Uncle Jake gotten the idea for that, Leo didn't know. What he did know was that he would turn him into a weapon against his own dad if given the chance. This kidnapping was his chance.

So there he was, sitting alone in a cell, having a mental debate with himself on who would find out first, who would find him first, and who would beat the ever loving snot out of his uncle first. It wasn't a contest between Adam, Bree and Chase... Or Spike, but rather between the bionic beings and his biological paternal connections. He may not have said it Spike, but he did know more about his father's occupation than he was strictly supposed to know. Came with the territory of being SHIELD's director's son and all. Shit happened. All the fucking time. It started with Taskmaster, and only got stranger when Deadpool took a crack at it. His father could deny nothing after that.

To him at least. His mom was still in the dark. And seeing how she took bionics, it would be a while yet till Leo told her in detail what his dad and godfather did for a living. Especially since Leo's father was his Godfather's boss. Not the usual way good friends would meet but who was he to complain?

He felt a familiar pain in his lower stomach begin to expand. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. He was not looking forward to that right not. His upper arm felt like it was slowly burning as the pain sparked in his left arm. He did not have time for this. He really hoped it was bionic saviors. He kind of didn't tell his dad about his new bionic abilities.

While in pain, his newly bionic ears picked up breaks, gasping and some comment about Ireland. Damn it.

There was ticking by the door. Leo focused his eyes on the door, ignoring the security of the door and focusing on the bomb to blow the door off. It was an arrow. He was so dead. Flinching at the explosion and the falling of metal on concrete, he barely noticed a well muscled archer in a purple and black sleeveless top, arrows strapped onto his back, a collapsible bow in hand gripped by purple and black gloves. His eyes covered by odd sunglasses and his hair short, slightly spiked brown. A cocky smile on his face as he turned toward Leo.

"Just like Ireland eh Baby Fury?"

"You and I remember Ireland very differently," Leo grumbled. Clint walked over with the feared Black a Widow following. Leo repressed a shutter. Bionic or not, she was scary. Keeping his eyes open, he focused on his breathing. Oh why did bionics have to hurt so much? Why did he have to have a growth spurt in front of two of his dad's agents while being held hostage by a possibly psychotic uncle?

"Were you drugged?" Black Widow questioned. How professional.

"Dunno. Woke up here."

"We're you hurt?" Clint asked with concern lacing his words. Leo shook his head. They didn't hurt him. Heck, he hadn't even interacted with anyone since he had been kidnapped. His uncle was supposed to be on his way though.

"You're in pain," Widow pointed out with a glare. Once free from his bondage, Leo began to fall. Clint grabbed his arm with a bit of a grin, and lifted Leo into a princess carry. Leo, knowing it would get him nowhere, did not complain. Clint seemed pretty confident to be carrying him this way. Though, he knew at the first sign of trouble he'd be slung over his shoulder before he could even blink.

"A little. How'd you tell?" Leo sarcastically remarked. Clint chuckled at Leo's snark towards the infamous assassin.

"I'm very good at what I do," she stated vaguely. Leo wondered briefly how she took tolerate sass so well. But recalling the messages from his dad depicting working not only with Clint but with a very eccentric billionare that often times rivaled his stepdad's one zaniness, a man much older than most with the face of a model, a God with lush blond hair and a scientist with anger management problems, his surprise was greatly muted. As they walked out of the room, the damage was easily seen through the base. Machienes were damaged beyond traditional repair, groaning soldiers lay uselessly on the ground. A lack of blood but rather apparent of more than a few broken bones. He didn't need bionics to know that a leg was never to bend in such a way.

"So, pork chops on the Tri carrier?"

"I was hoping pizza," Leo commented. As much as he wanted to return home, he wanted to spend time with his dad.

Short, awkward and a severe lack of Spike or Chase. A little fluffiness.