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The drive seemed agonisingly slow.

Like seriously, why was traffic always bad when he needed to be somewhere!?

He sighed roughly and grabbed the emergency cherry light from his glove box, sticking it on the top of his roof so the cars would get the fuck out of his way.

So, he shouldn't technically have it anymore. SHIELD was no more, so he technically doesn't have the right to use it.

But this was more of an emergency than most things it was used for in the past!

Though that time he was craving a hot dog and wanted to get there before Natasha noticed he was gone was an emergency alright..

Clint needed to get to that circus as quick as possible.

Because, man if they found out Tony knew him?

There'd be so much trouble for the billionaire if that happened. And Clint wouldn't be able to live with himself it that happened.

Isn't Tony's fault things with the circus ended horribly..

"Trust me, kid. Be in and out before you know it."

Clint nodded as he followed behind his mentor, jumping from roof to roof like he had trained to in the past for his show.

He hadn't a clue where they were going, or what they were taking. All he knew was that Trickshot said he needed backup and Hawkeye was the only one who could do it.

So, he donned his purple outfit along with his mentor, grabbed his bow and arrows, and was now jumping across roof's at midnight in one of the nicer areas of California. He didn't know the name of the street, or area, just that these mansions were MASSIVE!

And, from the looks of things, they were heading towards one of the larger ones on the street.

"Hold here for a sec, Hawk." Trickshot said with an arm held out to stop the archer, taking a knee by the edge of the roof to survey below.

Clint raised an eyebrow and went to kneel next to his mentor, looking below to see what he was planning.

Across the way was a mansion like Clint had never seen! Seriously, it was stuff an orphan could only dream of ever seeing!

Up a long garden way sat the three story building, spotless clean white as far as he could see in the low light. He was in awe of the place, but he drew his attention away when Trickshot drew back an arrow.

"We have to take out those three guards by the door simultaneously." He whispered, Clint took that as a queue to draw back two arrows.

His mentor was good, one of the best, never missed. But he couldn't shoot more than one arrow. His little drinking habit made his hands a little too shaky for it. Clint was up to managing to shoot two at the same time, even being able to have them go different directions, though only slightly. He'll take the two guards closest to eachother.

"Can I ask why?" Barton whispered back as he took aim, wanting to know why he was hurting people before actually doing it.

"This guy stole something of mine." Trickshot replied, giving the nod to let the arrows fly. So he did, sending the two arrows into the chests of the two guys. Wouldn't kill them, but it'd hurt like a bitch. "Need it back."

"So, he's a thief?" Clint asked with an eyebrow raised, standing to follow Trickshot once again, scaling down the building in a matter of seconds.

"Pretty much!" He called behind his shoulder, running across the road and up the garden. Bold tactic, just barging right in. But Clint guessed there wouldn't be much more guards inside. "You're on scope. Take out anyone that comes our way, got it?"

"Yes sir." Clint replied with a nod, drawing an arrow from his quiver to be ready for an attack.

He followed Trickshot in and they ran through the halls, the guy seemed to know where he was going. He trusted him, and if he was beating his way through thieves, that meant he was finally being a hero! And that's all he ever really wanted!

"Watch it!" He heard being yelled, before an arm was pushing him through a doorway and a dagger was flying by him. "Eyes open, Hawkeye!"

"Sorry.." He stammered out, straightening himself up and stepping from the safety of the room to peek around the doorway.

Two guards, coming his way, he easily sent two arrows into their chests before turning and nodding to Trickshot. "All clear."

"Should've brought you along to the others Barton!" Trickshot laughed, patting his shoulder as he passed the kid. "You make things go so easy!"

Clint smiled a little shyly and nodded, not used to taking compliments. He pulled at his mask as he followed his mentor, the thing was starting to itch. He never had it on this long, only usually for the twenty minutes his show lasted.

He looked down with a frown when one of the guards grasped his ankle, drawing another arrow to stab into the arm.

He froze though, halfway through the stabbing action, when he saw the face of the man.

"Barney.." He said a little breathlessly, his older brother lying in pain on the ground and looking up at him with the most pathetic eyes he's ever seen on him.

Clint wondered if those were the eyes he'd give his older brother when they were kids in the home..

He pulled his mask off and dropped his bow, letting his brother know it was him and not someone else.

He kneeled down next to him and went to pull the arrow from his chest, frantic now.

"Trick! Call for help, we gotta help him!" Clint pretty much yelled, Trickshot near the end of the current hallway.

"Are you mad, kid!?" He yelled back, but Clint didn't look at him. He was too busy watching his brother's face, nearly in tears as he tried stop the bleeding his arrow caused. "We're nearly clear!"

"For fucks sake man, I can't leave him like this!" He screamed, looking up to the archer at the end of the hall with a scowl. "Get help!"

He looked to the roof when an alarm went off, and he could hear a curse coming from Trickshot's mouth.

"Y'know what, kid? That'll cost you!" He growled, and Clint looked back to him just in time to see an arrow aimed at him. He couldn't move, couldn't take the pressure off his brothers chest or else he'd bleed out. "I should've let Swordsman kill you that time!"

The arrow was let loose and Clint managed to turn enough for it to just embed in his shoulder, still hurt though, still drew a scream from the archer and nearly sent him flying to the ground.

Trickshot would have aimed another, but the sound of feet approaching was getting louder and he had to make a decision to either kill Clint or save himself.

"Next time I see you, Barton.. Next time, you're a dead man!" He yelled before putting his bow on his back and running down the hall.

Clint ignored the pain and looked to his brother, his vision blurry though, from pain or tears he couldn't tell.

"It's ok, Barn.." He whispered, Barney's eyes shut though. He was slipping away from Clint. He couldn't be the one who killed his brother, not after all they've been through, not like this. He looked up to see guards with guns trained on him, and he wondered if this would be the end for him.

They'd look after Barney, they were already tending to the other man Clint shot an arrow through and were trying to see if Clint was a danger or if he could be left applying pressure to Barney.

"Just you and me, right..? We'll be ok.."

By the time he got close to the circus, night had fallen.

And that suited him perfectly!

He knew what he was getting himself into. Last time he saw Swordsman, he was beating the ever loving hell out of him for trying to tattle on his money laundering. Last time he saw Trickshot, the guy was trying to send an arrow through his skull for getting him caught, all because he wanted to save his brother.

Both were still here. He knew that. Himself and Fury have been tracking them for years, making sure they never had a chance to get near him or Barney.

Barney.. Man it's been a while..

He shook his head of that thought, that was for another day entirely!

He parked the car on some road about a ten minute walk from the site. He could see the light beacons from here, the ones that stretch up into the sky and sway back and forth. It was almost like some weird homing signal for him, though it just managed to knot up his stomach.

He was going back to this hell..

Willingly..

Man, he was going to KILL Stark!

He sighed and grabbed his bow and quiver, getting out of the car then and breaking into a sprint to get to the camp as fast as possible. It was dark out here, not much illumination since it was the back arse of no-where.

Unless they drastically changed their opening hours since he's been here, the place would have been closed a little over two hours now, so he'd be fine moving around.

Going through the front gate would be way too obvious, and there was always someone on guard there. So, instead, he went around back and climbed the fence, finding some cover behind an overturned crate to get his bearings. First and foremost, he took out his phone to give the billionaire what would probably be the billionth call that night.

Still no answer.

Dammit..

He poked his head up over the crate before swiftly crouching back down. A quick look was all he needed.

He may be a little rusty, been out of the game a little longer than expected.

But he was Clint fricking Barton! He was Hawkeye! Some skills just never leave!

From a glance over the crate he could spot three teams of two guards. They all seemed to have a territory, and past experience let him know that there were a number of blind spots he could use.

So, he waited for the chance, when all teams backs were to him, and ran in the most covered and shaded area he could find.

Caravan nine. That's where they keep the newbies. If Tony really did join the place, that's where he'll be right now.

Ducking and diving, he managed to make the short trip to the housing area in no time. He snuck up to the trailer in question and peeked in the window.

He frowned though.

The lights were on, and two people he didn't recognise were sitting at the little table playing cards. But there was no Tony to be seen.

Maybe he got fed up and left. Maybe he was just ignoring the phone because he didn't want to talk to Clint.

He sighed roughly and fell into a crouched position once again, by the side of the caravan. If that idiot left without letting anyone know, he was definitely gonna send an arrow through his skull..

He took his phone out once again and hit redial, holding the receiver to his ear as he waited. He wasn't expecting an answer, so he scanned the ground to figure out his next move.

Get to that clearing before team number two turns around.. Then hop the fence and regroup at the..

His thoughts were cut short when the phone actually picked up, though his moment of relief was soon gone when an all too familiar voice came over the other end.

"Clinton! So good to hear from you!"

"Trickshot.." He whispered in disbelief, looking around frantically to see if he was spotted by them. He couldn't see anyone looking at him, and no one coming his way.

"Wow, the great Hawkeye actually remembers me." The laughed reply came, and it took everything Clint had to not tell the guy to go fuck himself. "Honoured!"

"What have you done with him?" Clint growled, his free hand reaching back to grab his bow from it's resting position. He wouldn't be answering the phone if Stark wasn't in trouble, wouldn't have sounded so unsurprised to hear Clint on the other end of the line if Tony wasn't compromised.

"Nothing, my dear student!" His tones actually sounded hurt, but Clint knew the guy better than that.

"Chisholm." He growled, a warning tone on now. He was in no mood for this shit! "Answers!"

"Don't get all commanding with me, kid!" Trickshot yelled from the other end, still as easily worked up as ever! "You want your friend? Come get him. Centre tent. You can take his place and he can go home!"

Clint didn't reply, he just ended the call and stood up, running from his position towards the centre tent.

He didn't even hesitate. Didn't think about what he was about to do.

Someone needed his help.

His team mate, his friend, needed saving from his past. And he wasn't about to let the chance to get him out of here slip though his fingers.

When he pushed through the opening of the tent, he could see they were expecting him. Trickshot was on one side of Stark, arrow drawn and pointed at Clint straight away.

Swordsman, the old bastard, was on the other side, hand on the hilt of his sword still resting on his hip.

He knew he was outmatched.

Any other day, he'd fight off two guys easily. He'd have them dead on the floor before they could even get a word from their mouth.

But this was different. Not only were these two his former mentors, the guys who taught him everything, but Swordsman also had a small knife held to Tony's throat, the billionaire had a sack covering his face right now so Barton had no clue if he was conscious or not.

"Good to see you, Barton!" Swordsman grinned, and Clint just stared him out of it.

"Duquesne." Barton replied quietly, the friendliest greeting he could give the man right now. Chisholm moved his arrow in a downwards motion, and Clint followed what he meant and carefully placed his bow and quiver on the ground.

Buck Chisholm, while having his issues in the past, was one of the most terrifying people Clint ever knew. He could kill a man with an arrow thirty different ways and make it so none of them could be traced to him. It's why SHIELD haven't been able to take him in and keep him. No evidence left to tie him to any of the murders Clint just knew he committed.

The other man, Jacques Duquesne, was just as terrifying. Worked as the Swordsman for years in the circus here, until the day Clint caught him paying off some bad debts with the circuses money. After nearing killing Barton, missing stabbing his heart by millimeters thanks to Trickshot and Barney taking the guy out, he left and wasn't seen again. Until he was picked up by police once for robbery. He served some years in jail, but was out in no time and instantly tracked down Trickshot to set this whole 'business' up again.

"I don't think he's happy to see us, Trick.." Swordsman frowned, and Clint could honestly believe he was sad.

"Overjoyed. Can't you tell?" Clint said quietly, still glaring at the men as he made his way towards the chain hanging from the rafters of the ceiling. He knew what was coming, and if it set Tony free, then it was fine with him. The second Tony got back to the others, got his armour on, then Clint would be saved in no time.

Trickshot placed his bow and arrow on his back and approached Clint, Baton's hands in the air to show he wouldn't attack the guy even though he seriously wanted to.

Clint kept his gaze on the floor as the familiar chains were secured around his wrists, triple secured more than likely since he had a tendency of escaping them. When he'd get punished, they'd tie him up to a chair like Stark was right now. But he'd always escape, so they found this way, the one way Clint couldn't get out of because once his arm strength was compromised with the stretching, then that was his best asset gone.

Times have changed though.. He just needed a plan, and a chance, and he'd be out in no time.

"One more thing, Clint.." Jacques started, and the grin on his face made Clint's stomach drop.

He winced a little as the chain was roughly pulled, his feet leaving the ground was he was suspended from the ceiling by his arms. Not good for a healing shoulder..

"I think Tony here would want to stay and watch things." Swordsman finished with a smirk, lifting the bag from Tony's head before moving to leave with Trickshot.

Clint struggled a little, anger rising in his body.

"We had a deal" He yelled, not being able to see them though since they were by the door. He was facing a just about conscious Tony Stark, and he'd be left like this. "You said you'd let him go, you asshole!"

"I did." He heard the reply from behind him, and there was a laughing tone to his voice. "Never said when or in what state though!"

The clanking sound let him know the metal shutter above the entrance was pulled closed and locked.

"Fuck! Fuck shit assholes fucking hell how the fuck!" He yelled quickly, pulling at the chain to try rip it from the ceiling. He only succeeded in cutting his wrists a little though.

How the hell did he let himself get tricked so easily!?

Thinking of the past is clouding your mind too much, Barton.. If that was ANYONE else you wouldn't have done that! If that was some random mark, you and Stark would be out of here and fuck shit dammit what the fuck!?

"Well.." He heard Tony chuckle, and he looked to the billionaire with a curious frown. "This is awkward.. Heh, Hawkward more like it!"

Damn..

He was stuck in his worst nightmare..

With Tony Stark..

This was going to be hell..

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rings of purity; Yeah, don't get used to fast updating :P It's pretty much down to me needing to get this story out of my head so I can sleep at night and procrastination :P Stories during the summer will update a fair bit slower! But, I'm glad you're enjoying it! :)

ELLOSHAZZY; Never apologise for a ramble my friend! I love them sure! You're spot on with your message, you really are, it's always how I've seen Tony, always how I've written him. He always looks out for others but tries hide it in whatever way possible. Like now; he's trying to help out Clint but hiding it behind some silly 'You wouldn't last a week!' bet so no one really knows he cares. Sometimes, I don't even think he realises what he does. Shovelling some animal droppings just came to me, I realised he probably never had to be at the bottom so why not put him there!? And don't worry about Clint! He's a tough little archer! But yeah, I'm going off point! Thank you for the review and I'm glad you're enjoying it!

Niom Lamboise; Don't take it to heart, I call everyone 'man' regardless of gender! One of the little habits I picked up from writing, unfortunately. As well as some weird Jeremy Renner twang to my accent from his voice constantly being where Hawkeye's should be in my fics! Ireland isn't the best place to have such habits, but I digress! :P Glad you're enjoying it! :) It was bound to happen eventually, him learning humility! Just took a bit of a kidnapping to make it happen!

AleuStark; Awh man, look at you making me grin! Thank you for finding my sarcasm amusing, if you knew me in real life you'd know just how much I suck at it! Gotta feel bad for Tony alright, like I said above, he tries his best to make things right and things just always mess it up for him! But relax your mind, not too much hurt ahead! My little Clint is still recovering so I wouldn't be that mean! Unless my next exam goes bad.. Then things tend to get mean in my fics. I'm rambling, but man never shut up! Just ramble in the comments cause it's how I interact with you all and wanna hear all your ideas! So glad you're enjoying it :)

Hope you enjoyed! :)