Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, just Reagan. In this chapter: Clint is happy to be home, Tony is speechless and Reagan lays down the law.

Chapter 2

"Home sweet home," Clint said with a contented sigh as the plane touched down on the small runway.

"This is without a doubt the smallest airport I have ever landed in," Tony declared as they disembarked. There were a few people around but not many.

"There's Reagan," Clint grinned and waved frantically to a tall girl wearing a flowy jean skirt, plaid shirt, dirty cowgirl boots and a broad Stetson. She waved back and strode over to them. Clint clasped her in a big hug and she smiled. Glancing around at the others she asked, "Gonna introduce us?"

"Sure, Avengers, this is Reagan. Reagan this is Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, and Thor. He's not from around here."

"I've seen the news. The trucks parked out front, we can load your gear and get on the raod. We've still got cows to milk."

"You know they have machines for that now, right?" Tony said as they collected their luggage and followed her to the parking lot.

Reagan raised an eyebrow. "I'm aware; I don't own a jersey farm. We only own four milking cows; the rest are raised for beef. The milk is for us and to sell privately. Also, a bottle a day is donated to the local homeless shelter."

"Oh," was the only thing Tony could say. He took in the king-cab truck. "Are we all supposed to fit in that?"

Reagan gave her brother a long look and the others got the feeling there was a hidden message passing between them. Clint looked down at his shoes. Reagan strode to the driver's side and tossed over her shoulder. "Of course not Mr. Stark; you can ride in the bed with the gear if you'd like."

Tony's mouth dropped, Bruce coughed, and Steve broke into the biggest grin any of them had ever seen. Without another word, the genius, billionaire philanthropist climbed in the truckbed, surrounded by duffel bags and suitcases. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

It was a quiet ride to the farm; mostly because they couldn't hear Tony even though he continued to talk, seemingly to himself.

"Does he have some kind of split personality?" Reagan asked as she glanced at him in her rearview mirror. She frowned. "Did you bring home some kind of psycho Clint?"

"Tony is definitely crazy, but he's probably talking to Jarvis over some hidden tech device."

"Jarvis?"

"Tony's AI thingy."

"Oh," Reagan was still skeptical but she returned her focus to driving. Thirty minutes later she pulled onto a dirt road under a large arched sign that read Flaming Arrow Farm. Cattle grazed lazily on one side, and on the other eight horses watched them as they munched on grass. They drove about a mile before she stopped in front of a very large ranch-style house with a wrap-around porch and big bay windows. "Here we are."

"This is where you live?" Tony asked in disbelief as the others climbed out of the truck. "You never told us you were actually rich Barton."

"Yeah well, money isn't everything Stark," Clint said as they began to unload their gear. "Where do you want everyone Ray?"

"Natasha gets one of the guest rooms and Clint your old room is ready. That leaves one more guest room and plenty of room in the bunkhouse. Roundup is over and I laid the other guys off for two weeks to accommodate you all…so I'll be needing help with the chores."

"Chores?" Tony began but Steve spoke over him. "Considering you've opened up your home to us, I'd say that's the least we can do. Thank you ma'am."

Reagan looked up at the tall blonde and smiled. With his tan leather jacket, jeans and boots Steve looked like he just fit in around here. And he called her ma'am. "You're welcome. Y'all are gonna have to duke it out between yourselves on who gets the other guest room."

"I'm fine with the bunkhouse," Steve said as he shouldered his duffel bag and Sam nodded his own agreement.

"I have never stayed in a house made for bunking, but it suits me fine." Thor stated.

"Me too," from Bruce and all eyes turned towards Tony.

The billionaire shrugged. "I guess it will be like one big, happy sleepover. I'll stay in the bunkhouse too."

"Great, I'll show you wear it is. Clint, show Natasha where her room is. The rest of you can follow me."

She started off on a small trail that took them by the barn, chicken coop, and a small pasture where grazing sheep lay.

"You have a lot of animals," Bruce commented.

Reagan shrugged. "It's our livelihood around here."

The bunkhouse was much nicer than any of them had expected. It was about a football field length away from the house and inside it contained three large rooms, each with two sets of bunk beds. There was a large common area with two couches and an entertainment center containing TV, DVD, VCR, and several video game consoles. A kitchen area was just off the common room. Upstairs there was several bookshelves and an office type area. Each of the three rooms had its own bathroom.

"The fridge is loaded with snacks and sandwich stuff, but all of the main meals are eaten up at the house, so feel free to join us. We eat at 7:00, 12:00, and 6:00. Rose is our cook and she's really great. Take a few minutes to get settled then come meet us up at the house for supper and we'll go over the daily chores."

They all thanked her then set about choosing rooms. Steve, Sam, and Thor decided to take the first room while Bruce and Tony claimed the second. There was no sense in using up the third.

"You get the bottom bunk," Sam told Steve as they unrolled their sleeping bags.

"Fine by me, but why?"

"You get up too early; I don't want to get woken up every time you get up before 5 a.m."

Steve chuckled as he claimed one of the dressers and began to unpack. "You do realize we're on a farm, right? And I don't think Miss Barton is going to stand for any slackers around her. You might find 5 a.m. has become sleeping in."

At exactly 6:00 they all found themselves seated around a large oak table, topped with enough fried chicken to feed an army, a large bowl of mashed potato, sweet potato, chicken gravy, cornbread stuffing, peas, homemade rolls and three apple pies.

"Rose has a habit of out doing herself when we have guests," Reagan said at their surprised looks. "And I'm sure you're all hungry."

"Starving," Sam said as he scooped a large portion of mashed potato onto his plate. "I haven't had a homemade meal in a longtime."

"I haven't had a homemade meal since like, 1940." Steve said as he took a small amount of everything, ever the gentleman. Reagan eyed him curiously but didn't say anything. She knew the media version of Captain America, but she got the feeling she'd like to learn a little more about the man himself.

"So I came up with a chore schedule," Reagan said after they had finished and had moved on to dessert. "Round-up is over, so it's time to get ready for winter. There's wood that needs chopping, haying to be done, and fence repairing. Also there's still some veggies from the garden that need harvested, so Natasha and I will be canning a lot. Not to mention the everyday feeding of the animals, getting them out to pasture, milking, and egg gathering. I've also got to take the cattle to market and there's an auction coming up next week. I've got two new mustangs to break in, but I doubt any of you have any experience with that…have any of you actually ever rode a horse?"

Steve was the only one who had. Tony snorted. "Your first vehicle was probably horse and buggy, am I right?"

Steve ignored the snarky remark and focused on Reagan. "Do you have specific assignments for any of us?"

"It'll change from day to day. Tomorrow will be an easy day and I'll send half of you to the fields and half to the garden. Everything is taken care of for tonight, so you all can go do a little exploring if you like. There's horses for each of you too, you can take your pick tomorrow morning. It makes getting around here a lot easier. One more thing before you leave; our days start early around here. I'll expect to see you all at the barn, bright eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:00 on the dot."

Tony's mouth dropped. He had pulled all nighters that had lasted until 5 a.m. or later, but he couldn't remember the last time he had actually set his alarm to rise at that unnatural hour. For the first time in years, Tony Stark found himself completely and utterly speechless.

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