AN: Hello my wonderful readers! Just a quick Note, this chapter was written by my partner in crime, Awkward Hawk, who by the way is a fantastic author. The next chapter will be written by yours truly. Just to let you know!

Chapter 6

Running, he was running through a dark and dense forest. His eyes kept trying to adjust to what little moonlight shone through the leaves of the tall trees. "Poor little hawk, always running." He stopped and turned around trying to find the source of the voice. He knew this setting; he needed to get out of here as soon as possible. The small droplets of rain on his head had him running once more. No, he had tried so hard to forget this, to leave this in the past where he would never touch it again. This was the night his brother, Trickshot and the Swordsman had tried to kill him; the night he had found them embezzling money from Carson's Carnival. He cursed as he came to a clearing, this was it… this was the place where he had fought for his life. He gripped the only weapon he had on him, a small pocket knife.

"Oh little brother, you should have minded your own business." He recognized the familiar drawl of his brother, as he was circled by three familiar figures. His odds weren't great; he only had the one pocket knife.

Clint looked at his brother and shook his head. When had their relationship changed? They were all each other had and his brother was throwing it all away for money. "Barney, don't do this. You're my brother."

His older brother smirked and shook his head "We stopped being brothers a long time ago."

"Don't." He pleaded, hoping that somewhere deep down inside Barney would realize what he was doing and stop it. The other two wouldn't help him; they took any chance they could get to beat on him.

"I'm finally getting rid of you. You should have died in that car crash, Clint." With those words his brother lunged at him with a knife, he threw himself to the side only for the Swordsman to get him. He threw his head back connecting to the man's jaw before turning around and driving his knife into his throat. The shock of seeing so much blood had him taking a step back, and cried out when a knife connected with his back. It exploded and engulfed him in pain; the last thing he saw before everything went dark was his brother, leaving him to bleed to death.

Bruce had taken the recliner after Tony decided to lie down with Clint. He kept an eye on the archer's vitals and the other Avenger sleeping on the bed. So far there hadn't been any activity; Clint was sleeping calmly next to Tony. He hoped they'd be able to handle whatever Tony was planning to prove with this little experiment. He looked up from his book as Jarvis announced Steve at the door. Grumbling he got up and after one last look at the vitals went to answer the door. "Yes Steve?"

"I'm look for Clint." Steve said as he tried to look past Bruce. He'd been thwarted by Tony one time too many times already. He wanted to be the one to solve Clint's problem, how could Tony help when he had issues himself?

"He's unavailable at the moment." Bruce said blocking the door. Steve was stronger and could probably push him aside by force, however, Bruce could easily Hulk out and well, the captain wanted to avoid that. Alright, not really fair, but Bruce didn't care.

Steve glared at Bruce, so he was in on whatever was going on too. "Inform me when he does become available." With that he turned and left, there were a few punching bags in the gym with his name on them.

Bruce shook his head and headed back to the recliner, hopefully this would all settle soon. No need to have extra drama when they already had to deal with all kinds of crap. He frowned as he looked at the vitals; Clint's heart rate had sped up before dropping to normal levels. A look at Clint didn't show anything alarming.

When he opened his eyes once more he noticed he was in a different place, another rainy night. He turned around trying to figure out where he was he frowned as realization hit him. This was the night his whole life changed. They were driving back home from the fair, Barney and him were playing in the backseat with the light-up swords their dad had bought them. They'd already been asked by their mom to stop making so much noise, but they were high on sugar and excitement and didn't really want to stop.

His dad had just turned to tell them to knock it off, when a flash of bright light illuminated the inside of the car. He closed his eyes as the light hit him in the face. A loud screech as his dad missed the truck before everything turned upside down. He felt himself get tossed around in the car, a cry out to his mom before everything became silent. He turned to see Barney next to him, he tried to move towards him but couldn't in his position. Everything was so quiet, was it him blocking the noise out or was it really this quiet right now. His mom's hand moved and he felt hope at seeing her move, everything would be better soon, that hope died the minute her hand went limp.

He tried to call out to her but the words failed him. A look to his side showed his dad moving and getting Barney out, he kept talking but Clint couldn't hear anything. This wasn't how this night was supposed to go, he felt a hand on his chest and he flinched in fear. A look at the person calmed him down as his dad's face came into view. The minute he was out of the car the noises came back, the rain pattering all around him. The hiss coming from the car, which had hit a tree full on. The tears which had only been building in his eyes finally flowed free. His dad fell along with Clint in his arms. He grunted as he hit the ground but he couldn't worry about that. "Dad, wake up dad. Dad please open your eyes, it's going to be okay. Dad, you have to get mom, she's still in the car. DAD!"

Tony flinched awake as he felt Bruce's hand on his shoulder. Bruce had already moved over to Clint's side and was readying the needle with the anti-sedative that would bring Clint out of sleep. He turned to look at Clint who was covered in sweat and trembling. He grabbed his hand and began apologizing. "Clint, it's going to be okay, Bruce is going to wake you up. Just hold on baby, it'll be okay."

He'd been reading his book when a beep alerted him of a drop in Clint's vitals. He jumped out of the chair and shook Tony awake. Without waiting he moved over to Clint's side and began administering the anti-sedative he'd whipped up. This wasn't good; this wasn't supposed to be happening. If Clint was in an induced coma, he shouldn't be able to dream. Tony's theory that these were not natural was really panning out. "Shit, Tony, it's not working."

"What?! You said it would work, Bruce! Jarvis call Fury for me and tell him to get in touch with Thor ASAP!" He got up and went over to where Bruce was looking at Clint's vitals. "How long before this becomes permanent?"

It was a possibility they had both known when administering the drug to Clint, that if anything went sideways, he would stay in this state. He looked at the time and then back at Clint's vitals. "I don't know Tony, with his current unhealthy diet and sleeping habit, I'd say another hour or so. Right now it's up to him to fight whatever is going on inside his head."

"Shit." Tony breathed.

Everything had become blurry before the scene changed once more. "This is what you get little hawk, do you see this. You're always responsible for people's death. Your parents, Trickshot, the people on the Helicarrior, Coulson, not to mention everyone you killed as an assassin for hire, what about the people you kill for SHIELD. You're tainted; all you do is kill and hurt those around you. That's what will eventually happen to Tony."

Tony paced as Fury worked on getting in touch with Thor. He stopped as soon as Thor and Fury's face came into view on his TV.

"What's going on Stark?"

"I need to know what Loki is doing at this precise moment." They had no time for pleasantries.

Thor arched an eyebrow "He currently sits within his cell. Why man of iron?"

"Look, Clint's been having these nightmares for weeks already, and we think its Loki's doing. We put him in a medically induced coma…"

"You what?!" Fury yelled at Stark, who the hell had given him permission to put his agent in a coma?

"It was necessary to see if these were just psychological or something else. He's currently trapped in his nightmares and we need to find the source before it destroys him. You can chew my ass out later; right now we need to help bring him back."

Fury was fuming, but allowed Thor to speak instead. He would tear Tony apart, later, once all this was over.

"My brother cannot be the one causing our noble archer distress." Thor said grimacing.

Tony shook his head "How do you know?"

"The cell which currently holds my brother was built specially to suppress his magic. He cannot be the one hurting our hawk.

"Then who is?" Bruce asked as he turned to look at Tony, who had gone pale.