AN: I'm so so sorry that it took so long! I was busy learning for school =(

And yes, I do know that kerosene doesn't explode when you just shoot at it. But it works in all those action movies, so I think I'm allowed to bring it in here, too ;)

She just reached the plane when it exploded in a ball of fire.

For a moment Clint just stared at it in shock. This couldn't be. She couldn't be...

Then suddenly he saw a figure. Strawberryred hair told him it was her. She was trying to get up. He let out a sigh of relief. At least she was alive! Then a few bullets embedded themselves into the wall next to him and he realized they still weren't out of danger. He shot back, trying to get the enemies to focus on him so they wouldn't get that Avy was still alive.

While firing, he tried to find a new escape route. Whoever this was had obviously planned this thing well, because he found nothing. He then glanced to Avy... just to find she wasn't there anymore. Cursing, he looked around. Where was she? Was she... no, he didn't want to think this thought any further.

Suddenly the sound of an engine came from behind him. He turned around, guns raised, and saw... Avy, in a car. She motioned him to jump in and thanks to years of practice with Tasha (who sometimes did the strangest things on missions) he simply did without asking questions. He knew they would be an easy target, so he aimed at a full tank and shot. The whole thing exploded and they were covered for the moment.

Avy was driving. She looked pretty beaten up and shocked and there was a small gash on her forehead, just over her left brow he should take a look at, but she was alive and had, as far as Clint could see it, no life threatening injuries. She also wasn't panicking like he half-expected her to be.

Clint himself looked around every two seconds, making sure they weren't followed and scanning the area for other hostiles. After ten minutes of silent driving, each of them trying to deal with what just happened, Avy finally spoke.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Well, we were attacked. Looks like somebody didn't want you to come here. Are you okay?" He didn't mean her physical condition.

"Apart from the fact that a small army just tried to kill me? Apart from the fact that you are bleeding from your arm? Apart from the fact that somebody blew our plane up?" She took a deep breath to calm herself down. "I guess, I'm okay. When the plane exploded I hit my head pretty hard, but I don't think I have a concussion. I'll live, I guess."

Clint looked down at his arm and grimaced. She was right. He was bleeding. Obviously a bullet had hit him sometime during the fight. He didn't even notice. Then he looked at his little sister and put his most optimistic face on. She was holding up better than he thought, but that didn't mean she wasn't on the brink of panick.

"Hey, it's going to be alright. We just make sure we're not followed and then we hide for a while until we know what the hell this means."

She looked at him questioning, but then obviously decided panick wouldn't help her. She smiled at him, a horrible fake smile, but the thought counted, and nodded.

Two hours later they arrived at one of his safe-houses. It was in a little village near Cairo and Clint had figured that it was the best choice for the moment. The whole ride he had kept glancing at Avy warily, expecting her to crack, but after the first few moments of panick she obviously pulled herself together. She had insisted on driving, and Clint had the strong suspicion that she needed to do something to keep herself from thinking to much.

He led her in. The house wasn't special, it was small with only two rooms and a bathroom, but it would fulfill it's purpose: Nobody would search them here.

Once inside, Avy sat down. Clint watched as she closed her eyes for a moment. He didn't know what to do. He had been in worse situations, but he knew telling her that wouldn't help. She opened her eyes again and met his.

„Let me look at your arm." He had bandaged it a bit, enough to stop the bleeding but far from good.

He did as she asked him and she got a first aid kit, cleaning up the graze and putting a new bandage around it.

„What do we do now?" She asked.

„I have a phone here. I'll call SHIELD. They are going to send back-up and we get out of here. It's going to be alright, Avy. Trust me, it's going to be alright."

She looked at him, and he saw the fear, the shock and everything that had happened in her eyes. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, trying to show her that he was here, that he would never ever let anything happen to her.

He would find those guys. They would pay for attacking his little sister.