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Again, this is a short chappie with Agent Coulson, but I think it's good enough. ;) I hope ya'll enjoy.


Nearly four months had gone by without mention of the breakout at Riker's Island. The Christmas season has come and gone, and Valentine cards had recently been handed out.

Hawkeye was shooting targets when his phone beeped. He looked at it questioningly, having just aimed his bow at the target moving across the room, and he sighed. Rolling his eyes, he picked up his phone and flipped it open (it was a cheap old flip phone he'd had for twice as long as he should).

Coulson was calling him. He pressed talk and answered, "Hello?"

"Yes, Clint, I need you to drop by the HQ at four o'clock this afternoon."

"You found something on them?"

"Just come by at four. Tell them Agent Coulson needs you for 11-14"

"Um… ok-" but Coulson had already hung up.


At exactly four o' clock that afternoon, Clint Barton walked up to the front desk of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

"Can I help you?" the lady asked coldly, practically glaring up at him.

"Um, yes. Agent Coulson needs me for 11-14…?" he answered, trailing off at the end and hoping he got the number right.

"Very well. You know the way to his office? I'll let him know you're coming." She said, pressing a button and waving him down the hall.

Clint strolled down the corridors toward the large shiny elevator. It felt like he hadn't been here in forever, when in fact it has only been about a year.

Agents stopped and smiled at him and he waved back as he walked. He was probably friendlier now than when he was an agent here.

He got to the elevator and waited for it, and several people gathered around him, mostly wearing suits and shiny shoes. They chatted into cell phones and held brief cases, and shot dirty looks at Clint.

Suddenly, Clint felt very out of place.

He hadn't come in his purple uniform, but he was now thinking that even that would be better than his jeans and sleeveless tee. God, and his old sneakers were smudged with mud. Damn it.

The elevator door slid open, and Clint held his head down as he entered, pressing the level 28 button.

The elevator dinged and swept them upwards and stopped at levee five. People got off and were replaced by others and they were off again.

Ty the time they reached level 22, most of the crowd had cleared.

The level 22 button had not been pressed by anyone, but the elevator jerked to a stop there anyway.

The doors pulled back to reveal none other than Agent Bobbi Morse, also known as Mocking bird. Clint swallowed as she entered the elevator and came to stand next to him, not so much as acknowledging him.

Obviously, she didn't recognize him without the purple get up. That was kind of a depressing thought- one of his oldest team mates didn't even recognize him unless he was clad in purple spandex. This made him vaguely think of a site that Tony once showed him called 'FML'.

He rubbed his knuckles over the palm of his other hand, the ring scratching lightly against his skin. The movement caused her to look up at Clint, and she cocked her head to the side.

"Barton?" she stated, only slightly questioning. He blinked.

"Yes?"

She cocked her head to the other side, "What bring you back here?"

"Uhh…" He honestly didn't know what to say. Luckily, the elevator reached level 28 and the doors slid open at that moment. "Got to go! Bye! Keep in touch!" he called, exiting the elevator quickly.

That was close. He then wondered what 11-14 was.

He came to a stop in front of Coulson's door. He knocked, and was answered with a curt, "Come in."

Closing the door behind him, he took the seat across from Coulson, which he had occupied the night he attempted to break in.

Coulson looked him up and down, and said, "Nice shirt".

Clint blushed lightly, though he'd deny if ever asked, and looked down at the ACDC tee he wore.

"What'd you find?" He asked earnestly, eager to both hear what Coulson had to say and to change the subject.

"Not much, but I think it will sufficiently answer any questions you have. I pulled Widow's files, and did a little research of my own."

Clint nodded, wanting to get on to the info.

"Bernard Barton and Rachel Schneider share a residency about thirty minutes of New Orleans, Louisiana, with their children." He paused, studying Clint's reaction to this calmly.

"Children…?" Clint let the word roll over his tongue, the implications not yet settling in. "Wait, what children?"

"Damien, Angelica Jolina, Christina May, and Antebellum," Coulson stated simply.

Clint blinked- Barney had kids? Four kids? When the hell did this happen? It had only been twelve years ago that the two of them; were still working for the carnival!

Coulson cleared his throat and continued, "Bernard's job is based in New York City, although no one really knows what's up with him. Some think he's the notorious New York racketeer, some think he's still the great FBI agent. When Widow looked into him, he checked out clean."

Clint furrowed his brow, "Would the FBI really let one of their agents be sent to jail when they know they're clean?"

"Would S.H.I.E.L.D?" he asked pointedly.

"Okay, touché," he dipped his head in agreement, "What do you got on the kids?"

"Again, not much. Damien is twelve, Angelica is ten, Christina is nine, and Antebellum is seven. They were all born and baptized in Mobile, Mississippi."

"Twelve years…" Clint muttered incredulously, "Can I have his address?" Clint sat up, reaching his hand out, silently request something be put in it. Coulson rolled his eyes and wrote something down on a note pad, ripped it off, and gave it to Clint.

"Today is the twentieth? Right?" Clint asked, shoving the note in his jeans pocket, and standing up.

"Yes, I believe so."

"Thanks, Phil," He walked to the door and opened it, "Oh, and happy Mardi Gras," he winked, and the door snapped shut.


So, if you guys want more, just review!

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SWgirl and I have been having lovely conversations about the awesome world of the Avengers, so hey! We might just have a guest star here sometime!


HERE ARE SOME QUESTIONS FOR YOU TO PONDER ^_^

1. What are Barney's kids like?

2. Is Hawkeye going to New Orleans for Mardi Gras? If so, what is he going to wear?

3. Are the rest of the Avengers going to let Clint just go after his brother?

4. What's up with Hawkeye's mom's ring?

5. What's up with Hawkeye and his brother, period?


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