"Are you saying I am going to have to go all the way back to Washington, when I just got here?" Steve said angerly.

"Well, yes." Tony said, packing as many of his gadgets in one suitcase, "But this time I'm coming too, along with an almost army of shield agents."

"Funnily enough, that doesn't make me feel any better!"

10 minutes earlier

"I have a lead! He had a sister, younger I think." Tony said, he called over his shoulder to Steve, twirling on his chair to face the other computer monitors. "I'll make a call. Jarvis could you make the call."

The old fashioned dial up tone filled the air, as Jarvis spoke, "Calling Wanda Maximoff."

On the third ring, someone picked up, "Hello? Who is it?"

"Hello! Is this Wanda?"

The was a pause, "Yes, who is this?"

"We are investigating your brothers disappearance." Tony said, cheerily.

Wanda hesitated, "Ok... What do you want to know?"

"Do you know where he is?"

"No," she said too quickly,

Tony's voice became hard, "Wanda, you know where he is? Tell me, Wanda."

"No!" she shouted, voice shaking.

"Is he with you? Is he in your house with you? Tell me!" he shouted.

"I'm hanging up now! I don't know who you are or what you want, just stay away from my brother!" she put the phone down,

Tony grinned, "Bingo, we've found him."

Steve scowled.

Now

"What you did to that girl was down-right horrid!" Steve continued.

Tony stopped what he was doing and turned to him, tossing an apple in one hand, "It got us what we wanted, didn't it?"

"Thats not the point."

Tony took a bite of his apple, brow creasing in a frown, "Well, then if you want to spend a few days trying to track down a boy that went missing 40 years ago, then sure be my guest."

"He might not even be the thief." Steve said, irritated, "How would he even break in like that?"

Tony picked up his suitcase, lugging it out the room, "Why don't we go and asked him?" he called to Steve over his shoulder.

Clint Barton was in the firing range, sending arrow after arrow in to the rubber targets at the other end, when Fury came for him. He had just come back from bodyguard duty of a minster and he needed to work off some energy. The warm grip of his faithful bow calmed him somehow, sending away all his troubles of that day. So relaxed was he, in the steady rhythm of archery, he didn't hear Director Fury enter or notice him as he came to stand next to him. Not until Fury cleared his throat and said:

"I have a mission for you, Barton."

Clint twitched slightly, sending his last arrow off to far to the right. He lowered his bow, turning to face his superior, "Director Fury." he said in a way of greeting.

Fury pasted him a file, knowing how Clint preferred paper to Ipads, Clint set his bow down to take the file and flip it open.

Inside he saw an old police photo of a young, grinning boy with silver hair, with a look in his eye as though he had had too much caffeine and was buzzing in his seat.

"Who is he?" Clint said, scanning the rest of the file.

"A Mr Peter Maximoff, know as Pietro by his family. We believe he might be in connection with the Pentagon break in."

Clint nodded then froze when he saw the date on the police files, "But sir, this says he went missing in the 1970's."

Fury's face was impassive, "And Stark just found him. I want you to bring him here, willingly if you can, for questioning. You and the rest of the 'group' will go with a squad of shield agents to Washington DC."

Clint continued nodding, mentally listing off what arrows would be best for the journey. Then all of what Fury had said filtered through, "The Avengers? Is it really that bad?"

Fury headed for the door, "Yes, if this guy can break in to the pentagon when ever he likes, we are in a lot of trouble." he pushed open the door and disappeared in to the throng behind it.

Clint bent over for his bow and Hawkeye stood up, jogging to the other door that lead straight to his armory and then to the planes.

"Banner's not coming." Natasha said, her voice surprisingly emotional as she pushed her headset down round her neck, "He said he didn't want to hurt anyone again so he's staying away from the situation."

They were all gathered in the Quinjet, Barton and Tony at the controls. Normally it would be Natasha but she was needed to act as a walkie-talkie between Shield and the Avengers. Steve was dozing lightly in his seat, head lolling on his shoulders, he was still tired from the previous trip to DC and back and he wasn't very impressed with having to go back. Even Thor had turned up, he was leaning against the side of the plane, just behind the pilots, tossing Mjolnir in his hands in a bored fashion.

"No rage monster?" Tony said without turning round, "Oh, I like having him around, he actually speaks english! Although he wouldn't have been much help on this one." he finished with his usual bluntness.

Natasha shot him a fierce glare, slipping her headset on, "We will be there in an hour, make sure you're ready and rested."

Sorry, this was basically a fill in chapter until we get to the more actiony bit! Also I want to get to met Peter soon!

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