Kim was a mess as Clint drove them back home. Slower, wanting this to last, this peace before the shit storm he knew would be waiting at home. He reached over, holding her hand, tightly. "Hey.." She looked over, it broke his heart. He put those tears in her eyes. He spoke. "Everything is going to be fine." She just nodded. He looked back to the road, not letting go of her hand.

Katie was waiting in the living room. She tried to lure her dad out of the lab but he was too far in a bottle of whiskey to walk. Quinn was in her room. She was refusing to come out. Suddenly JARVIS spoke up. "Katie, Clint and your mother have arrived home." She requested JARVIS to let her know. She was gonna have a talk, with both of them. She quickly got up, making her way to the garage.

Clint parked with a sigh, getting out to go to the passenger side, opening Kim's door. He grabbed his gun when he jumped, not expecting Katie. He had it pointed at her and she didn't even flinch. Arms crossed with a glare. "So wedding dress shopping?" Clint sighed, putting his gun away. "Jesus, don't scare me like that." Kim frowned, walking closer to Katie. "Sweetie, I am getting-" "Cut the crap mom, I know what you two are doing. You have any idea how broken down you made dad?" Clint glared,stepping closer to Kim. "That's his own fault, he should learn to control his drinking." Katie glared, her hands fisted. "Maybe if you weren't fucking his wife he wouldn't be drinking himself to his death." Kim glared. "Katie! You watch your language."

Clint stood in front of Kim, turning to her. "Go to Tony, I'll talk to her." Kim nodded, her eyes welling. She walked away to the adjourning lab. A few tears fell whens she saw him. The whiskey bottle was broken at the bottom of the wall, he must have thrown it. She noticed there was little liquid by he broken glass. She sucked in a breath, walking closer, stepping on bits of the broken glass as she walked. She walked over to him. His eyes were red, tears stained his cheeks. JARVIS spoke, his tone softer, not daring wake his master. "He had attempted to remove his reactor but with the new upgrade he was unsuccessful. I refused to let him override the coding. It is unlikely he will remember this." She brought a hand to her mouth. "T-thank you JARVIS. For everything." "Of corse mam." She broke down into tears, hugging his hunched over figure, unable to stop the spew of words coming out. "I'm sorry..."

Katie still had her arms crossed. "Why can't you leave her alone? She's taken, she's going to be married." Clint glared. "Maybe because I need her. You, her, this whole damn family. It's all I have hun. I haven't had what you call a "happy childhood." She continued to glare. That answer wasn't good enough. "Your suppose to be her bodyguard, not her booty call." His hands fisted, walking closer. "Do you really want to do this? You are treading on very, very thin ice." She nearly growled. Not backing away. "I'll risk the fall bird man."

Clint glared. His anger was tightly controlled. His hands fisted at his sides. "Its not only about sex. He doesn't deserve her, he's a drunk and a male whore and that will never change." His fists clenched at his sides... he slowly stalked closer, towering over her. Katie glared, not moving from her spot. Not intimidated at all. "At least he's trying. Unlike you trying to take a married woman, your nothing more then a homewrecker.

"She's not married. yet..and if I can I will do anything to be with her. I would do anything she asked. If she told me to leave I would.. I will love her until I die. And I am no whore... she is the onl..."He looked away. Stopping himself before he could continue. Katie glared, crossing her arms. "Only what?"

His expressions shut down, crossing his arms across his cheast. "That's none of your damn business..."

Katie spoke sternly. "You know dad may not be perfect but at least he's trying. And she's too nice to ask anything Ill of you so maybe you should do her the favor and leave." She turned, walking out of the garage. Clint smirked, calling after her. "Not on your life sweetheart, not on your life.."

Katie turned before exiting the door. The hatred in her eyes clear as day. "Just so you know I blame you for my fathers alcoholism. If you weren't stealing his wife from under him he wouldn't be trying to forget the worthlessness he feels, he wouldn't be trying to kill himself but he will never leave her. His self-worth is so damn low he's willing to stay with a cheater. So thank you, for killing him in the worst way you could have possibly done." She glared, a venom clear in her eyes as she walked out of the lab.

Clint scowled back. "Your father was a fucking alcoholic long before me. And a womanizer long before Kim.. he'll never change.. " Katie glared before walking out of the lab in a huff of anger. Clint glared at the door, before reaching a nearby coffee mug labeled with Stark Industries. He growled, chuckling it across the room, watching it break. He huffed with anger before leaving the garage, making his way to the gym, but that was before JARVIS spoke up. "Agent Barton, it seems Kim requires your assistance in the lab." He felt some of the anger dissipate, walking toward the lab. He felt the anger come back, seeing Kim trying to wake up a passed out Tony Stark. She looked up, looking panicked. " Clint, please, help me get him to his bed." He had to keep the glare from forming in his face toward Tony, instead focusing on her. "What happened?

Kim's lip trembling, sucking in a breath. "He drank too much, passed out but..God..Clint he tried to take his reactor out." Clint walked over to her, his hands resting on her arms gently. "This isn't the first time is it? that he's done this." Clint wished it had been successful. Kim shook her head. "No. When I was pregnant with Quinn he contemplated it. Took it out and just looked at it. We had a fight. I caused this.." She sucked in a breath, looking to him. He sighed, kissing her head. "Com'on, lets get him into bed. We'll figure out what to do with his fragile mental state later."

She nodded, wiping her face. He went to Tony's hunched figure on the desk, lifting him up with ease like a bride. He carried him over to the bed in the lab, wishing like hell he could just throw him on it but with Kim watching he had to be gentle, laying him down gently on the mattress. He turned to Kim who was behind him. "Go check on Quinn, I'll keep an eye on him." She nodded with a sigh, walking out of the lab.

Clint sighed, running both hands down his face before talking to the unconscious genius. "You stupid selfish sonofvabitch...why can't you see how perfect you have it." Laying his hand on Tony's reactor feeling the soft hum. "You have everything. I would give it all just to have a small portion.." A soft smile touched his lips his. His eyes moved up scanning Tony's deshelved and tear stained face for answers.. "Why would you take it out? As jealous as I am of you this is not how I would want to win... you need to get your shit together... or your going to lose her forever." He ran his hand down to one of Tony's wrists.. wondering if he should cuff Tony to the bed... a shiver ran through him at the sexual thoughts... standing turning his back hiding his now growing arousal running a hand through his hair. Dammit..." He sighed heavily, sitting away from him at the desk.

He looked over while rubbing his head, trying to rub the thoughts away almost. He saw the broken whiskey bottle. Seemed like it was during some sort of fit he attempted to take it out. He spoke. "Jay, how come he didn't take it out?" "He has put a new upgrade on it since the last kidnapping. There is a finger print scanner now built into it. An accepted finger print is only able to open it and the only accepted one is Kim." He raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't he put his own in?" "I think we both know that answer agent Barton." He sighed at how human the AI sounded. He shook his head. Tony knew something like this would happen, knew he would have a break down.

Kim went to Quinn's room. She was sitting on the floor, knees up to her face. Kim's heart broke, kneeling to her daughter. Katie told her, very sternly at that, that Quinn was in her room and refused to come out. "Oh sweetie. Whats wrong?" Quinn cried into her knees, her voice wobbly. "Y-you don't l-ove daddy anymore!" She quickly brought Quinn into her arms and lap, letting her cry into her chest. Her own tears falling into her daughters dark hair. "Shh little princess..shh it's ok... of corse I still love daddy.." Quinn hiccuped, wiping her face. "T-tehn why is the b-bird man taking you a-away.." She held Quinn closer to herself. "He's not baby..he's not...it's just...complicated. "She held Quinn as she continued to cry, letting her own fall freely. She was breaking her family apart.

It was about a half hour later that Tony groaned on the bed, turning over onto his back. His mind was fuzzy and the lights were too damn bright. He knew this was only the beginning of a horrible hangover. "Good. Your awake." He winced at the noise. "mmm who?..." Clint sighed, standing now, arms crossing. "Jay, lights dimmed." The lights dimmed to close blackness. Just enough to see. Tony groaned, turning toward Clint. "Thanks..." "Don't you fucking thank me.." He glared, all that anger raising back up. "I only helped you because Kim asked. I would have left you to wallow in your self-loathing." Tony swallowed. He wasn't expecting the anger, at least not this soon, he started to sit up, slowly, feeling his stomach in knots. "What exactly did I do?" His eyes widened then. "I didn't hurt the girls did I? There ok?" Clint rolled his eyes. "There fine, you didn't do shit to them but you've done enough to yourself."

Tony sighed in relief. "Good. What happened then? I remember bits and pieces but nothing really adding up." Clint still had his arms crossed, staring him down. "In short. You got wasted, had a breakdown and tried to kill yourself." Tony nodded before shrugging. "So nothing newish then?" Clint glared. "New..ish? It's nothing new? You don't think it's something to fucking worry about?" Tony shrugged again. "It's not like there's people out there who can't live without me." Clint swore he felt a vein in his head pop. He quickly pulled Tony up by his oil stained band shirt, forcing him to stand, seething. "Do you have any fucking idea how good you have it? " Tony felt his stomach do flip flops and go light headed a moment, not fully processing Clints sentience until his body calmed. Clint continued, not caring how much Tony was really listening to. He knew the drunk genius was too stubborn to listen.

"You goddamn spoiled little brat. If you don't get your shit together I swear I will take Kim and the girls away from you." Tony's eyes snapped up, staring in a disbelief, horror and anger but too weak in his hungover state to do anything about it. "Oh now your listening. Well good. Listen to this: get your fucking shit together or I will take Kim, Quinn and Katie and you will never see them ever again. I will leave you alone in your billion dollar tower with your robots and suits all alone." Tony swallowed but grunted when Clint suddenly threw him back to the mattress before huffing away. Growling out. "I'll go get your wife. She'll be happy to know your awake." She slammed the lab door, nearly breaking the glass.

Tony groaned, feeling his stomach churn before getting up, quickly to the small bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. He coughed the last bit of bile out before hearing Kims worried voice. "Tony?" He got up weakly, rinsing his mouth out with water and mouthwash. His eyes were still red rimmed and hair a mess and he hopped to god it was only sweat stains on his shirt and not anything else. As Kim rushed into the bathroom, he felt the shame of what he did wash over him. She quickly hugged him, tears falling down her face. "Oh God...Tony...I'm so sorry..." He quickly snapped out of his thoughts, wrapping his arms around her, his own eyes watering again. "Angel...you have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry..." She swallowed her own tears, helping him back to the bed. "Tony...what happened? JARVIS said you tried to take out your reactor." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his arm still around her. His body aching to lay down. Before he could form a sentience he heard Kim speak, her voice thick. "Do...Do I make you that unhappy?" He quickly looked to her, holding her arms. "No, angel, no, you make me the happiest man alive." "Then why are you trying to kill yourself for a second time?"

He swallowed, his grip tightening just slightly. "You really want the truth?" She nodded. He looked away, he couldn't look at her. "I know I am not worth it. I'm not worth..anything. You deserve so much better then me. I know I'm not enough but I was hoping I could keep you so much longer. If he makes you happy, you should be with him." She swallowed down the tears, bringing his face to hers. Her heart broke seeing those silent tears falling on his already tear stained face. "Tony, no one could ever replace you. You make me happy-" "Then why are you with Clint? Because you love him, he makes you happy and angel, I'm not mad, I just want you happy no matter what, even if it doesn't include me." She stared at him in slight shock. "So your willing to just hand me over to someone?" He swallowed, looking away again. "If it means you'd be happier, yes." She let out a shaky breath. "Just like that?" "Just like that." She sucked in a breath, looking to his worn, oil stained, calloused hands before taking one tightly in her own smaller, softer hand. "I'm not leaving. I love you and I will do everything I can to prove it to you." He looked at there hands, almost studying them. He barely noticed the tear going down his face or his trembling lip. He was just glad someone was willing to fight for him from himself. Nobody hated Tony Stark more then himself.

AN: this chapter just broke my heart. Please review :)