"So you're saying that you, a force that managed to face down a god, were defeated by a boy of 18?" Fury's voice crackled angrily through the speakers on the Quinjet that had been moved to the Maximoff's backyard.

The whole team was subdued, they weren't used to losing that badly. Fury was right, they hadn't managed to take down an unarmed teenager with a squad of soldiers behind them. Natasha was feeling it the worst, she was a major assassin who had been trained from the age of 3 in very thing from maths to rifle-shooting and she had been helpless as a boy half her age got away. Clint was muttering darkly as he examined the tips of his arrows with a practiced eye, groaning, all most in pain, when he saw one was split or missing a fletching. In the corner sat Thor, glaring dispiritedly at Mjolnir as if it was all the hammers fault they had lost. Tony was whispering to himself as he work on a glove of his suit, planing schemes and strategies to bring Peter Maximoff to justice.

Natasha was standing in front of the screen to Director Fury, "There was complication, sir."

Fury nodded as if he didn't believe them, "Yes, 'As fast a lightening' you said. But I don't see how that is possible."

Thor stood, coming close to the screen, "It is true, its like nothing I have every seen on Asgard or Midgard. I think even Loki would find it hard to achieve that speed."

Fury rolled his eyes, "When you say fast, how fast are you talking about?"

Tony pushed his way through the god and the assassin, pulling something off the latter's collar, "I can show you most of it. I bugged your little agent here, thought she would have noticed with all the training shes had."

Natasha's face was dead-pan but Steve could see a vain pulsing in her neck as Tony hocked up the button camera to the screen, pressing play.

A flickering image appeared in the bottom corner, it was shaky but perfect quality. Steve saw again Peter squiming through the small basement window, jumping to his feet then turning to look at them. Fury sucked in a breath at the sight of the youth's face, Natasha hushed him up, ignoring the look of surprised angry on his face. Again, Peter protested his innocents at top speed, Steve almost laughed at the extreme guilty conscience such a young boy had.

"If you're not going to hurt me, why are there 20 men with guns aimed at me surrounding the front yard?" came Peter's voice.

Fury sucked in a breath, "Did he really just..?"

"Yes," Tony and Steve said in unrepeatable unison.

Fury put his head in his hands, eyes closed, "Ok, ok, I understand. There no need to show me the rest."

Tony closed the video, plucking out the camera. "We have no way of containing someone of that speed. In fact we have no idea where he is or where hes going, he could be on the other side of the world by now."

Clint smirked, "That won't be hard. Hes a kid, hes scared and alone, he won't move to far away from here."

Tony raised his eyebrows, "Since when do you now so much about kids?"

The was an awkward silence, Clint fidgeted with one of his arrows while sending a worried glance at Natasha, who spoke first in to the quiet, "Thats not important, what is is the fact that finding him will be easy. He can't come back here and he as no supplies, all we need to do is monitor burglaries around this area. If any are suspicious then we have our guy."

Thor was trying to keep up with the technologically advanced conversation, "But this still doesn't help us stop him, he can be a big threat if we don't contain him."

"Why are we talking about him as if he is a major criminal! He hasn't done anything!" Barton yelled suddenly from his corner, "What if we don't need to contain him?"

Even Fury was surprised at his agents out burst, "He is a child who can break in to anywhere." he said calmly.

Clint gripped the handle of his bow, trying to control his anger, he shouldn't yell at the Director and normally he wouldn't dare but this was different, this was about a young man, barely an adult. "What if hes just that? A child? Hes young and irresponsible. What will we do when we get hold of him? We can't leave him locked up forever!"

Fury pulled out his ace, "Barton, you are an agent. You don't give orders, you follow them and your orders now are to bring Maximoff back here for questioning."

Clint clamped his jaw shut, tensing and untensing his muscles. "Yes, sir" he managed to push between clenched teeth, before stalking out the plane.

"Well, this is depressingly awkward." everyone turned to glare at Tony, Fury's head turning on screen. "What? I was just trying to lighten the mood!"

Fury reached froward to flick his screen off, "Call me if there is any change, but be careful, we don't know what hes capable of seeing as he is supposed to be about 60 years old right now." and he was gone.

"I'll talk to Barton." Natasha said, bluntly, following the archer out of the plane.

Clint was sitting cross-legged on the wing of the Quinjet, mobile phone pressed to his ear.

"No reason." he was saying, "I just wanted to see if your alright." Pause. "No I'm fine" he noticed Natasha watching him, "I have to go, see you, Honey" and he hung up.

Natasha nodded to the phone, "Whats that all about?"

Clint sighed, head in hands, "I don't know, I just needed to talk to them. But Nat, hes just a kid!"

Natasha's expression didn't change, "He could be dangerous. We don't know what we are dealing with when it comes to him."

Clint glared at her, "You make him sound like a murderer, not just a petty thief."

"I don't underestimate my enemies." came the blunt response.

"He's 18 years old!" Clint hissed through gritted teeth.

"Thats the point. How is he only 18?"

The archer sighed again, massaging his forehead. "I don't know. All I care about know is getting that kid to safety."

Natasha frowned, "I thought you said you didn-"

Clint stopped her with a look, "But if he's hurt for no real reason, I am quitting. Even if it means losing my job at Shield, this is too close for my liking."

Natasha nodded, turning her back on her friend, "Come back inside, we need to plan our next move."

"No, no way! We are not even thinking about doing anything of the sort!" Steve stormed at Tony, waving his arms in the air as he paced the cockpit. Thor was silent, watching the argument with interest.

"Whats going on?" Clint spoke up, glance from the legend to the billionaire.

Steve turned his fiery glare to the agents, "Tony has a great plan." he said in an overly sweet voice.

"It could work." Thor mussed, thoughtfully.

Natasha didn't like being left out the conversation, "What's your plan?"

Tony grinned in a way that made the whole plane worried, "It involves someone who we all don't like. A certain trickster who could get under this kids guard and slow him down a notch."

Both Natasha's and Clint's heart sank, the latter groaned, "You don't mean him? Please say not him!"

"I think its worth a try!" Thor said, smiling.

Well this took longer then I thought it would but here you go. I like the idea of Clint being a father, but does anyone know what his kids are called? if you do please tell me in a review!

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