Daniel pulled on his raincoat and rubber boots when he realized how hard the rain began to pour down.

It had been nearly an hour since Hawkeye disappeared, and he was beginning to get worried.

Daniel stepped out of the old house. By this time the rain was freezing cold. He could feel the wind blowing and hear it's whisper as he walked down the street.

He shivered as he drew closer to the beach. Daniel had a feeling that the beach would be the best place to look for Hawkeye. That's where he'd always go when he was sad or angry. Daniel remembered well doing the same thing as a child. But he never remembered doing it at such a stupid time.

As worried as he was about Hawkeye, and for as nervous as he was about his wife, he could feel annoyance creeping in knowing that Hawkeye just had to choose a day like this to run off.

Upon reaching the point where dry grasses began to blend in with sand, Daniel strained his eyes, scanning them over the beach.

He could feel his heart beginning to race when his eyes met with his son's body lying by the tide pools.

"He's probably just sleeping. He's just sleeping." He repeated to himself.

"BEN!" He began to yell, running down the beach.

As he approached closer, he could see him groggily open his eyes, and sighed in relief.

Hawkeye sat up and pulled his feet out of the water once he became aware of his father's presence.

Daniel bent over and pulled Hawkeye up to his feet, which were soaking wet. His hair was just as soaked and his nose and cheeks were turning bright red from the cold.

"What were you thinking!"

"I-I'm sorry. I fell asleep."

"What if the tide came in!? Did you think about that!? And look! You're completely wet!"

Hawkeye swallowed the lump in his raw throat and began to pull his socks and shoes on.

Daniel watched as he slowly tied the laces on his shoes, which were also soaked from the rain. As his son finished, he watched in surprise as he was met with a tight embrace, and Hawkeye began sobbing against his chest.

"I'm sorry."

Daniel looked down at him and shook his head. "No, no. I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

"I just want Mom to get better..."

He placed his hand on the back of his muddy sweater. "I know."

He gently rubbed his back as the two stood in the downpour. And as Hawkeye calmed down, he released himself from the embrace and reached for his father's hand.

"Let's get back inside before you catch cold," he said, walking hand in hand back to where the grass met the sand.