It had been two weeks since Clint returned to the farm. The day after his freak out, and the day that Laura planned on speaking to him about it, happened to be the same day that Nathanial Pietro Barton (aka Nate) decided to grace the world with his presence. Since then, the two adults haven't had any time to themselves to really even breath. Between Cooper's summer activities, Lila's play dates and Nate's need for constant attention, they barely had time to even go to the bathroom or rest, never mind talk. Thankfully, that same busy schedule that the kids demanded of Clint meant that he didn't focus on Pietro... Much.
"NO!" Clint roared once more as he shot awake from another nightmare. They started a few nights ago and Clint, knowing Laura needed more sleep, had taken to sleeping in the barn so he wouldn't keep disturbing his family's rest. It was already disturbed enough with Nate. Laura was bothered the most by the little guy as he apparently needed to be breast fed every two hours on the dot. The boy was like a little timer. Sighing, Clint go up out of his makeshift bed. No way could he sleep again now. Might as well go back to the house and see if Nate needed him.
Upon entering the house though, Clint noticed it was rather silent. Almost ominously silent. Worried, Clint rushed to the stairs to go check on his family. But as he passed the kitchen, his eyes glanced toward the oven and it's clock. It was one in the morning. Everyone was probably asleep. Stopping, he just stared at the clock in shock and shook his head. Mentally, he swore he'd never mention this moment to anyone.
"Jesus, Clint. Paranoid much?" the archer asked himself. Sighing, Clint headed back into the living room and looked around. Knowing the time, he didn't know what to do. TV was out as the noise may wake the kids. Reading was out cause he needed light. He wanted to stay in the house so there wasn't much else left. But then he remembered the room he was renovating in the back of the house.
It was an old office space that Laura used once or twice before it began getting filled up with junk and old toys and such. But last spring, Laura cleared it all out for Clint. Since then he had been making it a space for well... Mostly Natasha but it was slowly turning into an area for all the Avengers now that they knew of his little family. He already had the footprints for one new room, a room that Natasha had already complained of being too big. As he went over his plans to see how it would work turning that room into more than one, Clint quickly lost track of time and what was going on around him.
"You know, I have excess milk in the fridge and freezer you could have heated up for me. Or you could have taken this feeding," a voice jokingly called. Clint paused in his work and looked up to the doorway. Laura was standing there with Nate in her arms. Arrow slowly padded in after the duo. He walked up to Clint and rubbed his head into his hand. The boy gave a coo of recognition at something. Clint smiled, moving to take the little guy from his wife even as Nate yawned.
"Sorry. It was one in the morning and... Well, I guess I just didn't think clearly," Clint lamely told her. Laura hummed just as Clint inhaled a deep breath to try and play with his son. But the smell that was emanating from Nate's diaper region made Clint grimace. "Jesus, that's nasty."
"Saved it up just for you," Laura laughed, sounding not at all surprised that there was poop. Clint groaned and held Nate away from himself to stare at the infant. Nate yawned again, unimpressed with Clint's reaction. This was defiantly the one downside to being a parent. Changing all those poopie diapers. Laura patted Clint on the shoulder as the archer brought Nate back to a more comfortable position. Arrow moved back into the living room to try and get some more sleep in before the kids wake him up to play. When at home on the farm, Arrow acted more like a family dog then a Therapy Dog for Clint. Which was good and bad. Good because Clint wasn't always focused on why he needed the therapy dog. Bad because there have been times when he needed the dog to pay attention and he would be off playing with the kids. "I'm gonna go start breakfast. Cooper was getting dressed upstairs and Lila's in the bath."
"Okay," Clint replied as he started to head up to the nursery to change their son. He learned early on not to complain about changing diapers or doing much of anything when he came home from a mission. When he was home, he did all the hard work; diaper changes, baths, laundry, cleaning, and whatever else Laura could cook up for him to do. Basically, he tended to act like the single parent while Laura took as much a break as she could with the number of children they head. But the longer he stayed home, the more likely that Laura would give in and start helping. And then the chores would become evenly split between the duo. Course at the point the two seemed to have a game of giving the other the 'worse' poopie diaper.
Changing Nate turned into a bigger experience than Clint first thought it was going to be. First off, Nate 'exploded' his diaper and all onto his outfit. The poop went out the sides and up the boy's back and in every nook and cranny in between. Second, the outfit Laura had chosen couldn't easily come off of Nate and so all the excess poop went to all few clean areas left on the poor boy and all over the changing table. Third, upon opening the dirty diaper, Nate decided it was a good time to pee and it went all over Clint's shirt (which also had gotten some poop on it). Then, after fully diapering and washing Nate clean, Clint realized he hadn't grabbed a clean outfit. Upon getting one, he noticed poop was still on his hands and now all over the clean outfit. Clint tossed the shirt down.
"Oh come on!" he cried, frustrated. A soft laugh from the door had Clint spin around. Lila and Cooper were watching all dressed and ready for the day. Clint groaned. He really didn't need them to see this humiliation. It was bad enough Nate was watching, not that he'd remember it but still he was there.
"Need help?" Cooper asked as Lila held up a clean shirt from Clint's own closet. Clint glanced down at his still poop and pee covered shirt before smiling at his children. Still chuckling, Lila handed off the shirt even as Clint stripped out of his dirty one and Cooper snuck past to get a new outfit for Nate.
"Don't worry, happens to Mommy too," Lila soothed, holding the dirty shirt by the tips of her fingers as she headed for her parent's bedroom to drop it off. Cooper dropped the outfit off at the changing table before getting Nate from his crib where Clint had stashed the boy after putting him in a fresh diaper. Clint snuck past to grab another wipe and clean his hands off a bit more. They still smelt of poo and from past history with this, Clint knew it would be a while before the smell wore off.
"Not sure if that makes me feel better or not," he laughed at the girl. Cooper shook his head and quickly dressed Nate, not even making the boy cry in his apparent experienced haste. Clint guiltily frowned. Cooper had been four years old when Lila was born and in desperation during times when Clint was gone, Laura had taught Cooper how to put an outfit on the little girl and even how to feed her. Cooper turned around to see the guilty look.
"Dad, don't worry. I like helping," Cooper explained before picking Nate up. Clint gave the boys another smile but it was forced and fake. Cooper chuckled, not seeing how untrue Clint's pleased smile was. "Sides, I got the experience. Why not use it?"
"Cause you shouldn't have too," Clint commented softly as Cooper took Nate out of the room. Clint sighed even as he heard two sets of footsteps heading down the stairs. Slowly and lost in thought, Clint followed after his three kids. As he walked down the stairs, his attention must have shifted or something happened cause next thing Clint knew, the step he was aiming for was further down than he anticipated and the archer stumbled down part of the stairwell. The noise made Laura appear at the bottom of the steps. She was stirring something in a large bowl.
"You okay?" she questioned. Clint turned to look up the stairs he had stumbled down incredulously.
"Yeah. Just... Missed a step," he called back. Laura sighed and shook her head in a loving manner but Clint was too focused on the stairs to notice. He had never done that before, ever. Even when running in full mission gear or with untied shoes. Heck, even when he was first learning how to walk, Clint had never once tripped on the stairs. Arrow shuffled toward the stairs and looked up at Clint with one eye. Distantly Clint noted that the pup looked no longer like a pup but rather an old man dog and he wondered when that had happened. He'd only gotten Arrow a year or two prior.
"Okay," Laura answered as if that was completely normal for Clint to do. Frowning, Clint continued down the rest of the steps while carefully watching where he was going. If he had been watching, he'd have seen Arrow continue walking past with a quarter of his tail missing. Getting to the bottom of the steps, Clint also didn't notice that Cooper and Lila were already cleaning up their meals and a sandwich was left on the table. Nate was happily strapped into his new Mamaroo contraption that Clint didn't remember getting. Mentally shrugging off his trip down the stairs as being overly tired and stressed, Clint turned to go eat breakfast with his family. A quick glance as Cooper and Lila went to leave the room and the meal left behind made the archer furrow his brows.
"Lunch for breakfast?" he half joked before moving to sit down. Laura, who had returned to the stove, turned to look at him.
"What?" she asked, sounding slightly worried. Clint grabbed at the sandwich in front of him as if it explained everything. She frowned at him. "I thought that was suitable, given the time."
"Time? It's like ni-" Clint started to say but cut off as he glanced at the clock behind Laura. It was half past noon. Last time he had looked, it had been around 8:50 in the morning. He paused, frozen as he wondered how he had lost so much time. What had happened? It didn't take that long to change Nate. When could he have lost all those hours?
"Honey? Are you okay?" Laura questioned. Clint frowned before shaking his head in wonderment.
"I think so..." he lied, not wanting to worry his family for a second time this break. He glanced quickly at the clock again before focusing on Laura when the time changed by a minute. Sighing he added, "Sorry, just missing something."
As the archer started to eat his lunch, Cooper rushed back into the kitchen. In his hands was a DVD case for a new horror movie that Laura had bought. Lila was quick on his heels with a DVD of a well-worn and watched Disney movie. Clint smiled at the two. He knew what was coming. Each day the kids fought for his attention on whatever they wanted to do.
"Hey, Dad! Wanna watch a movie later?" Cooper wondered, holding his movie aloft in an attempt to get Clint to approve it. Clint glanced at the title. The Conjuring 2. The family had watched it's prequel earlier in the year and it had petrified poor Lila for months. But before Clint could respond, Lila shoved her movie in his face. Of course, it was hard to see the title as it had been nearly worn off. But Clint knew the movie was Aladdin. Lila loved all things magic and Genie was her favorite character. He had yet to tell her what happened to the voice actor.
"Can it be this?" Lila asked. Cooper moaned, sick of watching the same movie over and over again. Clint partly understood the feeling. Typically whenever he chose Lila's movie, he instead watched the young girl. Each time she watched the movie again she had a new reaction, or noticed a new item, understood a new line. For her, it was a different movie each time.
"We watched that yesterday. I want this!" Cooper demanded, moving Lila's movie away. Clint shook his head even as Laura turned to see what the argument was about. Again, before he could speak, Laura spoke.
"No!" the woman cried, moving to take the horror film away from Cooper. Clint chuckled, sitting back in his seat to happily listen to his family fight over what movie to watch. After being denied Aladdin, Lila moved to suggesting other well watched Disney movies. Cooper kept trying to suggest horror movies and even some action films that were far to mature for Lila to watch. Laura even threw her two cents in with suggesting rom-coms that were family friendly. As he listened to them argue, he ate lunch, slowly forgetting about all his earlier worries. "Why don't we let your father decide?"
The screams of their children slowly died down as they focused on Clint. Clint perked up after nearly choking on his final bite of his sandwich. Lila and Cooper looked to the archer, their faces pleading him to choose one of the various movies that they suggested. Clint looked to Laura for help but she shook her head. Of all the times Clint came home, everyone tended to demand so much of him that he never usually got to choose what he could and could not do. He just kind of went along with whatever everyone else wanted.
"Uh... I heard about this new TV series," Clint muttered, desperate to choose something that his entire family would enjoy. This show was something he had heard about a while ago, but had forgotten about it until now. He had actually been interested in the premise. Cooper and Lila looked unconvinced that a TV series would be better than any of the movies they had chosen but they also didn't want to disappoint their dad. Laura sighed, knowing that much of Clint's memory on TV shows and movies were usually pretty outdated. "Once Upon A Time?"
"I love that show!" Lila cried, actually looking honestly happy.
"It's okay," Cooper crooned, a happy smirk on his face showing how pleased with this idea.
"Sounds good," Laura agreed as she turned to go grab Nate from his Mamaroo. The boy let out a happy cry as Laura shifted him on her hip and started to head to the living room. Clint looked to Cooper and Lila as they got up and left the room as well to choose their seats for the show.
"I'll just clean up," Clint called after them.
"Have fun," Laura sarcastically replied from around the corner. Clint chuckled to himself even as he stood and moved his plate to the sink. He was surprised to see that Cooper's, Lila's, and Laura's dishes were in the sink as well. Even the dishes Laura had been using to prepare dinner. He sighed and got to work on cleaning them all. A minute or two later, Laura came back into the room. She wrapped her arms around his waist. He smiled. "Nate's in his swing and the show is just starting."
"Okay. I'll be in in a minute," Clint said as he began to rinse a few of the dishes to be put in the dishwasher. Laura chuckled, pulling at Clint a little and rubbing herself against his back. Clint smiled, placing a dish down on the counter. "This is what started little Nate."
"I know. But, you keep adding on rooms to this place. I'm gonna want to fill them with something," Laura sexily cooed into Clint's ear. A pleasant shudder ran up Clint's back as the archer laughed. He turned around to face her.
"And here I thought they were already filled up with visiting friends," he mumbled, pulling Laura in for a kiss but stopped to speak over her lips. "If we fill those rooms up with kids, where will the other Avengers stay?"
Laura backed away before Clint could kiss her. Her expression showed her confusion. Clint frowned, disappointed that he wasn't able to kiss his wife and wondering what had happened. She had seemed to agree that it would be nice to make room for the Avengers beforehand. He didn't think anything had changed.
"Who?" Laura questioned. Clint frowned.
"The Avengers? My team?" Clint asked her, wondering what was going on. Laura shook her head.
"You mean, Phil?" Laura wondered. Clint frowned. "I thought you guys were Strike Team."
"I am... I mean... Was... Phil's dead," Clint stuttered, still believing the long held lie that Fury had told the Avengers so long ago.
"What? I just spoke with him this morning!" Laura cried. Clint frowned and went to speak again when an alarm went off. A soft beeping sound that in Morse Code alerted Clint and Laura to the fact that the Farm was being infiltrated. Laura froze as Clint spun around to look out the window.
"Get the kids. Bring them to the safe zone," Clint demanded, forgetting all about Laura's memory issues in favor of dealing with this new threat. Laura nodded and rushed to meet the kids in the living room. Cooper was already rushing out to meet Clint in the kitchen. But he walked past the boy to head to his office, a doorway hidden by the stairs and construction. Inside was a room filled with surveillance videos, weapons, and all the other security measures that Clint and Fury had installed to keep the Barton family safe.
"Dad? What's going on? Is this a drill?" Cooper whispered. Clint sighed as he made the computers flip through the various feeds from the cameras around the Farm. Finally he found what he was looking for. A group of ten soldiers with a S.H.I.E.L.D emblem on their arm was coming. Clint frowned, last remembering that S.H.I.E.L.D went down in a blaze of Hydra agents, then zoomed in on the lead man. From a quick glance, Clint could see that it was Jasper Sitwell. Clint mentally cussed. Thanks to Natasha and Steve, Clint knew that Jasper wasn't actually S.H.I.E.L.D anymore. But the other members of the team with him were all unknowns. He didn't want to assume anything, yet. "Dad?"
"Cooper, go with you mother and siblings," Clint ordered before grabbing his spare bow and quiver. Cooper's face grimaced before he grabbed a small gun. Clint paused. He had trained Cooper and Lila to shoot guns before. Lila wasn't all that good as the recoil on most guns tended to mess with her aim, but Cooper was like a little Hawkeye himself. The kids were all better with a bow and arrow but their bows were always hidden in the barn.
"I wanna help," Cooper told his father. Clint's frown deepened before a thought crossed his mind. While he would normally love the backup, he was unsure if having Cooper be that backup would actually be helpful or more of a hindrance. Thankfully he thought of what Natasha or Steve would have ordered him to do in this type of situation.
"How about you help by protecting your mother and siblings?" Clint suggested, turning and grabbing an extra clip meant for the gun that Cooper had grabbed. Cooper smiled for a moment before realizing, if he had to use the gun then that meant these guys got past his father. And the only way they'd get past his dad is if the archer had died.
"Dad," Cooper whined even though he understood the importance of the other job. Laura appeared in the doorway with Nate wrapped in some type of carrier on her chest. Lila was cuddling a stuffed Hawk toy that Clint had long ago given her. She looked to be almost crying. Arrow was at her side, trying to soothe the girl with a comforting head rub and a whine of sympathy.
"Cooper," Clint began, getting on his knees and holding the boy's arms and looking into Cooper's face. Tears were starting to form as Cooper understood this may be the last time he saw his father. "I need you to be the man right now. I need you to protect your mom, sister and baby brother."
"But, I can help you," Cooper moaned. Clint nodded as Laura shifted past to load herself up with weapons. She had a duffle bag that Clint could already see held diapers, wipes, bottles, and formula. The safe zone already held food and water for the older kids. This was an area of the Farm that Laura and Clint were dedicated to keep up to date. Clint was even pretty sure that Laura had hidden some old toys down there to distract the kids from the dangers happening on the Farm. In this same area was a rather large RV camper that also had a bunch of stuff prepacked in it. It wouldn't be too hard for Laura and the kids to jump in it and escape in the need rose.
"Coop," Clint warned, not wanting to spend too much time arguing with his oldest. This time the tears did start to fall down the boy's face. Clint sighed deeply while he mentally groaned. He leaned down. "Please?"
Cooper slowly nodded even as tears fell. Clint patted the boy's arm before pulling him into a hug. Who knew what would happen. Could this be the last time Clint could hold him? Laura nodded to the archer, as Clint opened his arms to get Lila into his hug as well. Lila quickly rushed into his arms, and sobbed into her father's chest. Clint sighed, releasing his kids far too early than he wanted and moved to kiss Nate on the forehead. Nate cooed, almost as if he understood what was happening.
"Be safe," Laura demanded. Clint gave her an uneasy smile before kissing her cheek. He backed away.
"You know me," he promised. Laura nodded, knowing that was going to be the best she was going to get from him. They both found it easier if he didn't give her a promise he couldn't keep. The alarm that had been a new constant suddenly went silent. A sign that the invaders were close to the house. Clint patted Laura's arm. "Go."
Laura again nodded before grabbing some last minute things and rushing away. Lila was fast on the woman's heels, drills from years prior keeping her alert. Cooper and Arrow paused, looking to Clint as if the archer would change his mind and beg either of them to wait and help. When Clint said nothing and instead turned to enter the kitchen, Cooper tightened his hold on the gun before chasing after the rest of his family. Arrow huffed before going as quickly as he could have the humans. Clint moved further into the kitchen. It was the first door that the invading team would reach. In fact, it wouldn't be much longer till they arrived.
Further into the house, almost near the path that the rest of his family went, there was a loud crash. Clint tensed but waited. Then a scream echoed through the hall followed by Arrow's barking and then a whimper of pain. Clint spun to look, as if he could see what was happening. It was just enough of a distraction for one of the men to break through the kitchen door. Clint spun back around as the man raised his gun and took a wild shot that hit the wall five inches from Clint's head. For a moment, Clint was tempted to shoot but he thought better of it. These may be innocent men with Jasper. Fury and Hill still held some belief that S.H.I.E.L.D agents got lost in the fray with Hydra and were still alive.
"My name is Clint Barton!" Clint shouted to the man even as there was another shot, closer this time. A second man breached the house. "Code name Hawkeye! SHIELD ID Alpha, 0731129. Stand Down!"
The invading team didn't respond. Instead, they started shooting at Clint's poorly concealed hiding spot. Clint grimaced and waited for a pause in firing before calling out again. This time the response was more shots from a few more guns. Clint ducked behind the counter and crawled backwards a little to better hide himself. He sighed. Apparently these guys must be Hydra agents. That meant he'd have to take them out.
Clint waited for another pause in gun fire before standing and letting off a couple of shots. His first shot hit the first invading agent square in the forehead, right between the eyes. The second shot hit the second agent in the throat as he was taller than Clint had pictured. His third shot didn't make contact with anyone as the remaining agents had smartly ducked down and hidden while reloading. Clint ducked back down into his hiding place and only a second passed before the remaining agents began shooting at him again. Before the next pause, a voice called out from down the hall. Clint shifted to defend both sides of himself but was shocked to see Cooper slowly walking closer to him.
"Coop, get down," Clint hissed, completely missing that the firing had stopped. Cooper gave a sob of fear before taking another step toward Clint. In that step, the light behind him changed and Clint could finally see the gun being held to his head. "Shit."
"Dad?" Cooper sobbed. Clint shifted his gun to try and get a shot at the man holding his son but when he looked further down the hall he saw a few more men surrounding Laura, Lila and Nate. They were slowly being herded into the living room. Arrow was nowhere to be seen. For a heart stopping moment, Clint could only think that the dog was dead somewhere further in the house. He had no idea how right he actually was. Clint cussed again.
"Lay down your weapons," the agent holding Cooper ordered. Clint's eyes darkened. Before he had an actual choice in the matter, someone grabbed the archer from behind and held him down. Another began stripping him of his various weapons. Clint knew he could have fought his way out of the grasps of the men holding him and taking his weapons away but he also knew that there was no way he'd be able to do that and save Cooper, let alone the rest of his family. It took what felt to be hours of searching Clint's frame before the agents were satisfied that he was weaponless. Once they were done, they grabbed him by his armpits and pulled him to his knees.
"Go. Sit," one of them said, pushing Clint toward the other entrance into the living room. Clint stumbled for a moment before looking to Cooper and the man holding him.
"What? We gonna talk?" Clint sneered at the man even as he continued to walk toward the area they were directing him. Laura and Nate were sitting in the rocking chair on the far side of the room with two men on either side of them. Lila had been forced onto the couch, staring at her mother. No one was around her. A man stood in front of the fireplace. It took far longer than Clint liked to admit for him to realize it was Jasper. Cooper was pushed into the room behind Clint and moved to stand in a corner. The two agents that had dealt with Clint backed up to stand in either side of the living room entrance. Jasper turned around once they stopped moving.
"Agent Barton," Jasper began. Clint said nothing. Didn't even move. Just stared at the older agent. "There has been a rumor circulating around the Helicarrier that you turned rouge."
"Yeah, same rumor that you have always been Hydra scum?" Clint countered, forgetting his language in front of his kids. Laura gasped, knowing of the evil cell group thanks to Coulson's various tales of Captain America. Jasper sighed deeply and shook his head. Clint's eyes narrowed.
"And what would you know of that?" the older agent asked. Clint snorted.
"Tasha and Steve released that info to the whole world," Clint snapped as if it was common knowledge. Laura gave Clint a confused look but Clint didn't notice it as Jasper suddenly laughed loudly. A few other agents chuckled but none of them as fully as Jasper.
"I should have known," Jasper sighed. "Of all of you, you'd be the one to remember."
Clint jerked back in shock as if hit. He hadn't thought much when Laura didn't seem to remember the Avengers. It was confusing but nothing too big. He just assumed lack of sleep was involved. But now, there was something much bigger going on. "What?"
"I knew we should have removed you," Jasper claimed. Then he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. Clint turned his gaze to the rest of his family. They looked horrified and confused. "But, it's too bad those rumors I heard were true. And you know as well as I that S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't like rogue agents."
"Call Agent Coulson! He'll verify for us!" Laura cried, not understanding the severity of what Jasper had been saying. Clint grimaced as Jasper turned to her and smiled.
"Oh, I'm sure he would. It's too bad that he's not here," Jasper said before walking out of the room. Clint barely heard the last commanding order before a shot fired into his back. As he fell, he heard a scream and more gunfire before he fully blacked out.
OMG! I was supposed to post this last Friday! ARGH! Busy life… Currently in Cape Cod on a work vaca for my husband for only two days. Hopefully I won't spend too much money down here, lol.
Little Clint and Little Darius are doing well. Still attitude and constant demanding of attention. Not much has changed other than Darius is walking much better than before and I keep forcing him to walk more.
Followers: Matteo6321, ELOSHAZZY, sammygirl1963.
Favorites: (author) ELOSHAZZY, (story) ELOSHAZZY, (story) sammygirl1963.
Review Responses:
ELOSHAZZY - I'm glad you are enjoying the story after only the first chapter. And having family is always a wonderful thing. But, wonder what's gonna happen now, dun dun DUN! Sorry. Anyways, yes, its great that Little Clint is doing good and this phase is long and hard to deal with. I can't wait for it to be over. And yeah, Darius demands constant attention unless he's getting into things he shouldn't, which is a new thing he's been doing more and more of even after getting yelled at or put in timeout for. Hope you enjoyed this chapter as well and can't wait to see what you think of the rest.
sammygirl1963 - tee hee. That's like all I can say. I had you on a roller coaster of the emotion wheel. And do you really think I'd have Clint hurt his family? Nah, I'm not that type of author. Though there are many cases where PTSD events such as Clint's do resolve in violence. Thankfully, Clint is currently controlled by me and not the laws of nature. Lol. Yeah, Clint's phase is just such a pain. I mean just hearing him argue with me twenty four seven just bugs me. He is really helpful many other parts of the day and so I'm trying to praise him more in those moments but it just makes the bad moments worse. Darius is doing well. Currently destroying a hotel room as I type this and trying to run from me even though it's nap time. Sorry for the long Hiatus. I didn't mean to be gone as long as I was. Just wanted to finish the story. And the next one after this can't be really written until after November so I can see Thor:Ragnarok… Oh well… Hope you enjoy the whole story!