Clint jumped out of his hiding place as soon as Loki cuffed the boy, hurrying over to the prone figure on the floor.

"Oh dear, is he dead?" Loki's voice drifted over uncaring and uninterested.

Clint could have snapped his neck right then and there but he was more worried about the injured speedster on the the park they were in.

The Quinjet materialized behind them, Natasha jumping out the loading bay. "Whats wrong with him?"

"I don't know!" Clint said desperately, he checked for a pulse and sighed with relief when he located a fast but steady beat.

Natasha slid down next to him, placing her hand on his forehead. She suddenly pulled Clint away from the Maximoff kid. "Clint, look. He's vibrating."

"What do-" then Clint noticed it too. Peter was quivering on the spot, almost too fast for the human eye to see.

Then his eyes snapped opened, the dark iris' wide with fear. "What's happening?" He was whimpering, pulling at his wrist, "Why is everything so fast? What have you done to me?" he let out a sob of fear.

Clint glanced at Natasha, "What is he talking about?"

But Natasha was already moving, pulling a set of hand cuffs from her belt. Before Clint could ask what she was doing, she cuffed Peters ankles together.

"Get it off his wrist!" she ordered him, "It's draining his power and he can't take it! Hes had them all his life and he can't take losing them. Get it off!"

Peter wasn't listening, he didn't even care about the handcuff on his ankles. He was pulling and pulling at the circle that was draining his lifelong power, so hard that his arm had started to bleed. Clint pulled the hand away from its owner, pressing the hidden button that released the cuff, he pulled it off the squirming boy. Peter stilled, sagging on the grass.

Thanks. He mouthed, a small smile playing on his lips, before drifting in to peaceful sleep.

Natasha grimaced at Clint, "Come on, lets get him into the jet." She grabbed his legs, Clint slipped his hands under Peters arms, heaving the thin boy up. "I haven't forgot about you." Natasha spat at Loki who hadn't moved an inch in the crisis.

he smirked, crossing his arms over his thin chest, "I'm waiting to go home."

Steve hurried out the jet followed by Tony and Thor, coming over to the pair. Steve took Peter in his arms, from the two assassins who then turned to Loki who was standing with Thor. Tony, however, followed Steve in to the plane where he layed to sleeping boy down on to a seat.

"Did you know that would happen?" Steve said suddenly, not looking at Tony.

The billionaire sighed, "No. It must have been the shock, after all he is only just 18. Losing something like that at that age must be devastating."

Steve checked the cuffs round the youngsters ankles, "At least he won't be able to run away with these on. Even so," He pulled out another pair, pulling Peters hands behind him. "Director's orders." he said in response to the look of surprise on Tonys face.

Peter didn't wake for hours. When the adolescent finally resurfaced, they had dropped of Loki back on Asgard and were almost back in New York. The teen woke in a instant with a soft cry.

"What-Where am I?" He mumbled, his eyes widened when he realized that he couldn't move his arms. "Whats happening?"

Clint was the first by his side, one hand on his shoulder. "Its alright, Peter. Just calm down."

Peter didn't look reassured, he tugged a his bindings, "What do you want? I've already told you, I didn't break in!" he concentrated on his hands, using as much of his power as he could to vibrate his hands in the cuffs, making the links rattle.

Clint's eyes widened, "Peter, please. Calm down."

The speedster only glanced at him, fear poorly masked in his dark eyes, hands continued to shake. Clint looked over his shoulder to see all the Avengers watching them openly. He jerked his head slightly to make them look away, Natasha and Steve turned away immediately but Tony and Thor look awkwardly around the cockpit for something to pretend to look at.

The archer turned back to Peter, "Kid, I am the only guy between you and a tranquilizer dart. You trying to escape like that is not helping so if you sit tight and calm down we can have a smooth ride. I am trying to make this as comfortable as possible for you."

Peter hunched his shoulders, shielding himself from the outside world, "Could you at least undo my ankles?"

Clint shook his head, "Sorry, I can't let you run in this plane. You could change the pressure."

"What about Wanda?" Peter watched Clint closely for a reaction through his silvery hair, "What about my sister?"

"We haven't found her since you moved her. If you want us to stop we will, we have nothing against her and will leave her alone." Clint tried to reassure him, touched at the affection the teenager had when he was talking about his sister.

Peter nodded and sighed. He had started twitching all over, fingers moving faster then even Clint could see. "I can't stay still like this for long. I mean it, man. I can't stay still for to long, its either I move voluntarily or I do it by accident."

"Do you want me to help with that?" Clint asked.

Peter drew back, eyeing the Bowman with hostility, "What do you mean? I don't want any needles in me, man."

"Just a pill to make you sleepy, its harmless."

A impish smile flickered on Peter's pale face, "Are you making me go on drugs? Like, illegal ones?"

"Nah," Clint grinned along with him, chuckling under his breath. "Do you want it?"

"Sure, though mother always says never to take candy from strangers. Especially ones that tie you up." said Peter at top speed as Clint pulled the medicine crate from above the seats. "Dude, you have a whole crate? You must get injured a lot."

Tony snorted while Steve grinned, "You'd be surprised."

Clint held out the foil packet towards the teenager, who raised his thin eyebrows at him, rattling chain around his wrists. "Can you at least let my hands go? I swear I won't do anything."

Clint look towards Natasha, who nodded the smallest of nods. Thor moved towards Peter with key in hand, Peter visibly flinched back as the huge muscular man boar down on him. "Nice arms, man! You work out?"

Thor frowned, "I suppose, I do."

As soon as the cuffs clicked open, Peter had the pills in his hand and had take one. "How fast do these things work? I mean fast by my standards cause you all are so slow. So slow, how do you even..." Peter yawned, eyes fluttering.

"He should be dazed for about four hours but with his speed he could wake before we land." Clint said as he packed the crate away, after pulling a blanket from the box. He pulled it over the dozy kleptomaniac, he heard a murmured:

"I'm a grown man, I don't need you to mother me, dude..."

Clint smirked, he noticed Natasha watching him intently. He shot her a look but she turned away, her face impassive.

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