"Come on Owl." Clint yelled. "We've got to go!"

I got up from the ground and jumped down from the one story building. Clint helped me up, grabbing my hand. We ran, Clint's bow in one hand, mine in his other. I felt something pierce my hand but I never gave any thought to it, once we reached SHIELD, we knew were going to be okay. We entered the doors of SHIELD and we released each others hand. I was breathing heavily and so was Clint. I looked to the floor and saw blood dripping from Clint's hand.

"Hawkeye! Your hand, it's bleeding." I said going to inspect his hand. I turned his hands around in mine and Clint looked up at me in shock.

"You are too, Chris." He said.

He grabbed my injured hand with his and clasped them together.

"Together until the end. Through and through." He said laughing and I soon joined in as we walked down the hall towards the infirmary.

I had left SHIELD a year after that, after Clint had been assigned a new partner, Natasha Romanoff or Black Widow. I left not only because Clint was no longer my partner, but because my brother had needed me.

PRESENT

Will and I walked into the room, Will supporting me so that I wouldn't pull my stitches. Ethan got up and pulled down a screen, making into a table and Ethan walked over to me, headphones in hand, and I gave hive the flash drive that the secretary had given me. He walked back over to the screen and place the flash drive on it.

"Agent Confirmed." The screen said and Ethan put on the headphone he was carrying.

Ethan had gone over the file before he played it for us and now he was making a phone call.

"How will the world finally end?" The woman translated as the man on the screen spoke Russian. "It is my job to predict the unthinkable. To treat the death of billions as a game. After 20 years of this, I was numb. Until a new question crossed my mind. What happens after the end of the world? Every two or three million years…" I listened intently and looked up at Will who was looking down at the ground. "…some natural catastrophe devastates all life on Earth. But life goes on." Brandt let go of my and placed me on the floor so I could sit and he walked across the room. "And what little remains is made stronger. Put simply world destruction is an unpleasant, but unnecessary part of evolution."

I tore my gaze off of the screen as I heard a whooshing noise, and I looked to see that Will had leaned against a panel that opened up a wall full of weapons. He tried to act cool about it and nodded his head, and I smiled as his awkwardness. I turned my gaze back towards the screen.

"What happens then, I wondered, when mankind faces the next end of the world? I looked to Hiroshima, Nagasaki…" The woman said still translating. "…thriving cities rebuilt from the ashes, monuments to the unimaginable, dedicated to the concept of peace. It occurred to me here that nuclear war might have a place in the natural order. But only if it could be controlled. Only if it touched every living soul equally." The woman finished translating and the man on the screen looked at the camera as if he were pointedly looking at us.

"IMF now believes this man, Kurt Hendricks, is the nuclear extremist, code name Cobalt." Ethan said. "Today he was seen leaving the Kremlin, with what is likely a nuclear launch device." Ethan paused and looked at everyone. "Two days ago, Sabine Moreau killed one of our agents in Budapest and relieved him of Russian nuclear launch codes. Intel indicates she will check into the Burj Hotel in Dubai in 36 hours. Marius Wistrom is a known operative of Cobalt. Wistrom is currently en route to Dubai. For the launch device to work, Cobalt needs the activation codes. He's sending Wistrom to buy them from Moreau. The Secretary is dead." Ethan announced. I looked over to Will, as he sat beside me, and saw him shaking his head. "The President has invoked Ghost Protocol. We're shut down. No satellite, safe house, support, or extraction. The five of us and the contents of this car are all that remain of the IMF. And as of this moment, any action is unsanctioned. So if you want out, speak now."

I looked around and no one said anything, I then looked to Will, as did Ethan. Will opened his mouth to speak but Ethan shot him a look, and he closed his mouth.

"Our mission is Hendricks. We're all that stands between him and his goal. Nothing can be left to chance. Everyone connected with this man is considered an asset with valuable information about our target. No one can know we're still on line. We lose Hendricks now, we lose him forever." Ethan finished.

"So, what's the play?" Jane asked.

"Wistrom will take delivery from Moreau is 36 hours. Now we cannot let the launch codes leave the hotel, but we need Wistrom to lead us to Hendricks." Ethan said.

"He'll only do that if he has the codes." Will taunted.

"Or if he thinks he has them." I said.

"Our objective is to intercept the sale, replace the authentic codes with counterfeits and follow Wistrom to Hendricks." Ethan said.

"Well, that's simple enough." Benji said. "We snatch the codes, we gin up some fakes. Jane you double Moreau, and sell the codes to Wistrom and Bob's your uncle."

"And how do you propose we just snatch the codes from Moreau?" Will said doubtfully.

"We take her out." Jane said simply.

"Yeah, we take her out. But, you know, discreetly." Benji said.

"Discreetly?" Will and I said at the same time from beside each other.

"Yeah." Benji said in an obvious tone to Will. Ethan gave Benji a look. "Right, she's an asset. Right. I get it. Sorry. Nothing left to chance." Benji said and Jane gave him a look. "He said… I'm spitballing. It's not all gonna be gold."

"We don't touch Wistrom." Ethan said.

"All right." Benji said.

"Or Moreau." Ethan continued. "She'll answer for Hanaway." Ethan told her when she looked sharply at him. "But it has to be when I say. After we hit Hendricks."

Jane, Benji and Ethan started to grab stuff, but when I did, Ethan told me to stay where I was and told Will to make sure I did so. "Only pack what we need." Ethan said to them.

"Yeah, absolutely. Only pack what we… You never know." Benji repeated. And everyone was soon finished and before I knew it we were in Dubai, on the road driving in a Jeep.

Ethan drove, with Jane beside him in the passengers seat and Benji behind her on his computer. Will sat beside me behind Ethan hugging his bag to his chest.

"So even if we can double Wistrom and Moreau, how do we keep them in separate rooms while having them think that they're in the same room?" Will asked.

"We give the hotel a facelift. Wistrom will think he's arriving at Moreau's suite, but, really, he'll be walking into our decoy room." Ethan said.

"Where I'll double Moreau." Jane said.

"Downstairs, Benji will double Wistrom." Ethan said.

"Masks!" Benji said excitedly and winked.

"And meet with the real Moreau." Ethan said after Benji's interruption.

"And… uh… What am I doing?" Will said with a bit of a smile and shrugging his shoulders.

"You?" Benji spoke up with his sun glasses in his mouth. "You're the helper!"

"Helper. That's great." Will said sadly, and stared out the window. I put my arm around his shoulders and squeezed his left one with my hand, reassuringly.

"And me?" I asked.

"You're job, is to heal." Ethan said pointedly.

"Okay, so to the extent I understand what you're talking about here…" Brandt said. "The Burj Khalifa, it's the tallest building in the world, and you want to alter it's infrastructure with the hoped of convincing two people that they've had a meeting, which actually really never happened. Right?"

"Uh," Jane said pointing ahead of the car.

Ethan jerked the car at fast speed and everyone in the back was tossed lightly around, Will laughing. I felt a pain again in the lower left side of my abdomen. "Camels." Ethan answered everyone's unasked and obvious question.

The pain grew and I grabbed onto Will's arm and he looked over at me. "Are you alright?" He asked me.

"Not exactly." I said and took my hand away from the wound which was now bleeding.

"Uh, guys, we have a problem." Will said and put his hand over the wound to stop the bleeding.

Ethan turned back serious. "What?" He asked.

"Chris tore her stitches." Will answered him. "I think you should pull over so I can stitch it back up without the car jerking me around."

Ethan pulled over the car and Will reset my stitches and were soon back on the road.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

Thanks for the reviews! I just wish I had more than one person reviewing this story! If I have more reviews I might just post 2 chapters in 1 day as a gift to you all!

Lupin and Tonks Forever: I had just watched Total Recall a few days earlier, and that was sort of in there, it was tempting to me. I'm sorry if that was confusing. But they are best friends, and Clint was… I guess you could say, pulling her along, I hope you kind of get it a little bit more than before, thanks to this chapter.