Oops, Guess who forgot that they actually needed to write the ideas the have. Sorry for the late update.
Amelia is about 6 to 6 and a half.
Warning! Child molestation but nothing graphic or explicit.
"You need a babysitter Barton." Tony suggested out of the blue one day when him and Clint were relaxing in the main kitchen.
Clint looked up from the paper he was currently reading. "Why?"
"Because I can't keep watching your kids every time you get a last minute call for some mission somewhere." The genius stood up from the bar stool and made his way towards the fridge. "And you need to get out some more man. You know, go to a bar-"
"I'm not going out there Stark." Clint waved the idea off before Tony could finish. He looked back down at the paper, only to have Tony come back around the bar to face him over the counter.
"Clint." The billionaire's tone was surprisingly soft. "It has been a year. It has been a long year since Natasha-"
"I'm not going out there to meet someone Tony."
"Then don't. Instead just have some one night stand and never call them again."
"I am not going to sleep with someone." Clint ran a hand down his face. "I don't think, that I am ready yet." He pause and look up at him. "There. Are you happy now?"
"Yes. But you still need to get out." Clint rolled his eyes and got up from his chair, Tony trailing behind him. "You don't have to sleep with anyone. Just, me, you, and Bruce are going to a bar and were gonna play drink till you drop."
"Oh yeah, that's a good idea."
"It is! Bruce is our designated driver and we are going to have a stupid, college frat boy drinking game."
"Really? What about Steve?" Clint asked with fake interest.
"He is going to stay here with Abby and Peter. Darcy is going to watch Mark. And I am going to have an Agent from SHIELD watch Phillip and Amelia for you." He grabbed the archers arm, forcing him to turn and face him. "Clint. She wouldn't want you holed up in here." He let go of Clint's bicep.
The archer leaned against the wall and sighed. "If I say yes will you shut up?"
Tony nodded.
"Then fine. I'll go to a bar. But I am not getting drunk off my ass." He turned and around and added over his shoulder. "At least not as drunk as you'll be."
"They're both going to be in bed by nine, just have them watch tv and if they want dessert they can have it." Agent Hunter Ribner, sent in by SHIELD for babysitting the Barton's repeated back to Clint as the two stood at the doorway. The extremely nervous new comer had no idea what he was getting into.
"Good." It had taken a lot of convincing to let an agent take care of Phillip and Amelia. But Clint thought it was natural to be protective over them. "But let me tell you one thing right now, kid." The archers voice instantly got more intense and his expression went stone cold. "If anything happens to either of them, you're dead."
"Yes, sir." He exhaled deeply as Clint headed to the elevator.
The young Agents rather nervous facade quickly faded into a smirk when the doors closed.
The six year old girl woke to a hand softly running up and down her thigh, exposed from the nightgown she was wearing.
"Shhh, girl." She recognized the voice. The man who was watching over her and Phillip. Amelia didn't like how he looked at her when he first walked into the living room. She shifted away from the hand, feeling uncomfortable with the stranger. "Now, now. Don't fight." The girl continued to wriggle away, only to have the agent grab her by the shoulder and yank her into a siting position, he wrapped a hand tightly around her mouth. "Don't wake up your brother now."
Clint had a fairly good night. Stopped his on-the-verge-of-paranoia worrying about Phillip and Amelia after his third drink. Clint did not get drunk however, but he did almost start a fight with some random other guy, but overall, it was a good night.
He walked into the main are of his floor, unaware of anything that happened not even fifteen minutes ago. He saw Agent Ribner sitting on the couch, reading a book that he presumably brought. "Hey." Clint got the younger man's attention. With his act back in place, Ribner nervously slammed the book shut and stood up. "Get out of my house." The agent quickly grabbed his bag and scurried out towards the elevator.
Clint watched the wreck nearly tremble as the doors closed. He smirked slightly, and headed down the hall towards his son's room. He sat down on the bed, the boy deep asleep. He sat for a while before patting Phillip's leg under the blanket and quietly leaving the room.
The blonde man made his way to Amelia's room. He pressed open the door silently, and stopped suddenly when he heard the quiet sobbing of the blonde. He pushed the rest of the door open and quickly made his way to the child's bed. "Hey, Amelia it's okay, it's okay." He wrapped his arm around her small shoulders, she buried her head in his side.
"Daddy." She clung to the fabric of hr father's shirt and continued to cry.
"Amelia, it's okay. Did you have a nightmare?" Clint softly patted her hair, trying to chase away what he thought was a bad dream. The archer nearly went rigid when he felt Amelia shake her head no. He sat up straighter and positioned himself to look the still crying girl in the eye. A mile long list of scenarios popped into his head. "Amelia. What. Happened?" His tone was gentle, yet at the same time Amelia knew he was deadly serious.
The little girl tried to hold back her tears the best she could to explain. "He- he hurt me." She managed to choke out between sobs. "Legs really hurts." She flung herself into Clint's chest.
Clint wrapped his arms around his daughter. He closed his eyes in attempt to calm the seething anger that threaten to overflow. He wanted nothing more than to run down to whatever floor Ribner was on and put a bullet in his brain. After properly beating the shit out of him, repeatedly. The only thing that held him back, was Natasha's voice screaming at him, that if he leaves his daughter right now, she would gladly come out of her grave and kick his ass herself.
"I'm so sorry Amelia." He rested his head on top of hers, kissing her hair repeatedly. "I'm so sorry." He sniffed and sat with her, for a long time. She eventually calmed down a bit and crawled the rest of her body onto Clint's lap.
Here is where he first notices the blood slightly seeping through the thin nightgown. "Oh, Amy." He whispered under his breath. "Jarvis, make sure Banners awake." He ordered the AI while scooping the girl up in arms, ready to head out the door to the medical unit.
"He is on his way sir."
"Daddy, where are we going?" Amelia asked quietly, still terrified from the earlier events.
"Uncle Bruce's floor. He is just going to help though, okay? I promise he won't hurt you. He's going to stop the bleeding. But he will not hurt you, okay?" She nodded, burring her head in his shoulder.
"Here sweetie, this'll only be a pinch." Bruce told the girl softly as he slid the anesthesia dose into her arm. It took several moments for the scientist to calm down after Clint explained the situation to him. He understood why Clint didn't take her to a hospital, Amelia looked scared enough just from sitting on an examination table, with everything on. Bruce was definitely not going to stitch anything up while she was awake. "Good," he praised when she didn't make a sound. "Now just lay back, and try to fall asleep, okay?" She nodded and slowly laid down on the table, almost instantly falling asleep from the anesthesia.
The doctor was set to work when he noticed that Clint was still in the room. The archer was leaning against the door frame, eyes closed, expression cold and stony. "You don't have to stay." Bruce explained to the obviously distressed man.
"No." He answered quietly, not opening his eyes. "I need to know how to kill him." He let out an angry breath. "And how long it should take me."
Bruce said nothing, understanding but not completely. He would never really understand the absolute rage that his friend must feel. He only understood that if anyone ever touched Mark, well.
That might be the one time he'd like the Other Guy to come out.
Hunter Ribner was found beaten and dead in a parking lot four days later. It was reported that his throat was slit open, he was left to bleed out on the pavement.