I saw age of ultron and I honestly don't know how to feel. I loved the movie and what they did with Clint and his farm (being vague for those who haven't seen it) but Natasha was OOC (although I think I write her OOC but im a hypocrite) and her screen time was kind of wasted on that thing with that person. But I really liked the movie and the twins. It's my firm belief that what happened there isn't permanent (movie contract stuff, he signed on for more I think not including TWS cameo). Also Clint is mostly deaf and they should have addressed it (like I will very soon).

October 19th 2011

Klara awoke to a sobbing Bella right next to her hospital bed. Right as she laid eyes on her sister she felt a surge of anger. Not anger, rage. But she pushed it back. Sometimes she got angry and said things she'd come to regret. The truth but still regrets. Bella did the same things, but it took a lot to get her angry enough to do it. Klara stared at the wall behind her sister's head who'd just realized Klara was awake.

"Oh god Klary, I'm so sorry. I didn't think." She was cut off by her sobs.

'Obviously not' Klara thought "Don't call me Klary I hate that." She said instead. Bella sniffed

"You liked it when you were little."

Klara sighed and balled her fists into the bed sheets. She was now aware of a horrible ache in her left side and right side of her head. "I'm not little anymore am I?" she asked, her voice was stoic. Klara knew Bella would beat herself up over this for a long time. There was no reason for her to do it. But she wanted to. She wanted to yell at Bella for being so obsessed with Klara being as perfect as she was, she wanted to call her a hypocrite for spending the entire summer telling Klara it wouldn't be safe for her to go to boarding school then thinking it was okay to let her walk home alone. She stared at the wall behind her sister and clenched her fists as Bella cried.

She could tell Klara was angry, enraged even. Why wouldn't she be? 'I could have gotten her killed' Bella thought 'you almost did' a nasty voice in her head that sounded an awful lot like Klara said. Bella buried her face in her hand, but what provoked Klara to be acting so strangely? Trying to follow her friends to boarding school, being so distant with everyone, punching a kid? It wasn't like her. Not the Klara she knew, but maybe. Bella thought. She didn't really know her that well at all. They were very different, no denying that, and they were at completely different stages in heir life. Klara starting high school, Bella about to finish. Bella watched her sister stare straight past her into Klara's own world. She noticed the rift, he thought she could fix out. But how? Bella sighed, what had been going through her head when she decided to punish Klara? She's alone, she's trying and she must feel so alone. Bella hung her head, Klara had to understand she thought she was acting for the best? It was stupid, it was a stupid mistake. Bella's thoughts drifted away from Klara and to herself. Or the absence of herself. The irresponsibility with a boy she wasn't sure she loved, changing the career she'd been dead set on pursuing, letting Klara be alone just because of what? Her pride in being the more mature, responsible sister? Bella clenched her fists in her hair. Of course she was more mature and responsible, Klara was 14. Klara was fourteen and whenever something happened she got the short end of the stick. Bella looked back up at her stoic sister. There's a reason she'd not completely freaking out, it's because she's used to bullshit like this.

Klara's eyes flickered for a moment to Bella. She wanted her to leave, but you can't just say that to someone who thinks they almost got you killed (which they did). But Klara thought of all the times she'd done things that hypothetically could have put Bella in this hospital bed. That had made Bella feel guilty. Once when she was 12 she and Bella were in a mall and Klara really wanted to go into HMV and look at the movies, Bella said no. Klara waited for Bella to take a moment to look at a dress she wanted and ran off to HMV. Unfortunately she'd gotten lost in the mall and at this point in her life she didn't have a cell phone. So Klara was lost in the mall and wasn't that worried about it until she realized Bella would be freaking out and Clint and Natasha were meant to pick them up soon and were probably also freaking out. Klara didn't think they'd be upset with Bella, turns out they were. Though Klara especially seeing as she broke the only real rule the family had. Don't go alone without a weapon. Klara broke this rule more than people realized.

Clint and Natasha were both enraged and terrified. Klara was out of the woods, though neither of them were clear on whether she'd really been in them. The five girls they'd rescued from the red room were on a SHIELD base in the hospital. Receiving them same treatment Natasha did. Very tight restraints and two heavily armed guards per girl ready to jump into action at the drop of a hat. SHIELD made the mistake of doing neither of these things they're first encounter with Natasha or Natalia as she was called then. Big mistake.

"Klara's awake. Hasn't asked about us. Neither of our girls have." Natasha said.

"What do we do?" Clint asked.

"About them? Well I want to know how Klara managed to hide the fact that she hadn't made any friends from us. She's a 14 year old girl, not a spy." Natasha said, staring at the young girls in the hospital ward. Each separated by a curtain.

"What were you capable of at 14?"

"Has Klara been trained to be a killer?"

"Have we been teaching her anything else? Or Bella."

Natasha clenched her jaw "We're teaching them defense."

"Tasha we don't defend ourselves, we're the offense. The spies, the liars and the killers. We don't teach defense. We're just teaching them to do what we do in a different context."

"When did you realize this because I hadn't thought about it." Natasha said, getting angry.

"On the flight back. Our girls know how to start fights not stop them and run. Bella has an idea when not to fight which is nice but did we ever teach them different?"

"Shit." Natasha muttered "Well what do we do, neither of us know how to be teenage girls let alone raise one. Bella's about to be an adult Klara's still just a kid. And these girls? What's gonna happen to them? They're young, younger then I was, most of them."

Clint sighed "I don't know, let's. Let's focus on our kids for now."

Natasha turned away from the girls in the hospital. "Let's."

Eventually Bella left Klara's room. She couldn't take her sister staring through her. Who knows what she was thinking about? She ran into her parents on the way out. Bella didn't say a word. She couldn't tell if they were still upset with her and frankly she didn't care. Bella took up residence alone in a closet, it wasn't like her not to care what other people thought of her. But what did it really matter? She pulled out her phone, she had missed calls and unread texts form her friends, she rubbed her eyes. Bella had been awake for too long to deal with this. Were these people even her friends? They were Kyle's group of friends Bella had attached herself to two years ago. For Bella's freshman and half of her sophomore year she'd been the stereotypical dork. She had a few very close friends who were just like her. They didn't talk anymore. Kyle showed up halfway through sophomore year and made friends easily, to Bella's surprise he took interest in her. Next thing she knew his friends were her friends and the people who genuinely cared about her had drifted away. Bella started to cry again, did she even love her boyfriend? Her friends? The people she could always count on were her family and Klara had been pushing her older sister away for months. Klara stared at her phone, she wasn't impulsive or unpredictable or spontaneous. She dialed Kyle, he deserved someone who actually loved him. Someone he'd find in university or after. When she dialed him however he didn't pick up. Probably because he was in class. Bella hung up. 'What the fuck am I thinking?' she thought 'Breaking up over phone, I'm trash. Over tired trash.' She shut her phone off, to prevent herself from doing anything else stupid. Bella slumped against the wall, what was going on with her?

Klara listened to Clint and Natasha recount what happened in Russia then listened to them scold her for going alone. The rage Klara felt towards Bella hadn't gone away on the contrary it had heightened.

"What happens when we grow up?" she said in a deadly calm voice. "What happens when Bella goes to University next September? What happens if want to go on an exchange? Have you thought this shit through? We won't live with you forever!" She said, her voice getting louder.

Natasha opened her mouth but Klara cut her off "I'm not going to join SHIELD so that I can always be protected. Bella might but that's the last thing I want to do, SHIELD seems a bit overbearing. And you two have made it clear that's the last thing you want us to do, for reasons that haven't really been explained. So what is it? What is it you want?! We can't live our lives attached to each other, to you two. I won't!" She yelled. Clint made a move to sit on her bed, Klara glared at him.

"We're thinking about it. We've been teaching you what we know."

Klara frowned "SO?! I actually have some questions about what happened to me. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS THE RED ROOM? YOU TALK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME AND HOW BIG A DEAL IT IS, WHAT IS IT?"

Natasha looked away from her daughter, Bella knew they'd told Bella when she was twelve. After she and Klara had been taken. At the same time Natasha and Clint had explained what they truly did for SHIELD.

"There's a conversation we need to have, about that. About what SHIELD does, what we do."

Klara watched her mother intently, the tiny wavers in her voice. Natasha's head turned away. Clint looked down at the floor.

"You've never explained. Does Bella know?"

Natasha nodded. Klara scoffed "Yay! Bella knows all the family secrets! I don't care what SHIELD does or what you do. I care that it's getting me kidnapped and that I was defenceless. You've been teaching me all this ninja shit and I don't think I really know how to use it. There's no conversation to have. Just keep me safe, that's your job." She said, looking away from her parents. Klara was lot angrier then she thought. At Bella, at SHIELD, at the Red Room (whatever it was) and at her parents. She wasn't sure if her anger was rational and she didn't care. Even irrational anger made people think about what they've done. Whether that was a good or bad thing didn't matter to Klara.

Within a week Klara was out of the hospital, which was good news. But her teachers continued to punish her and she continued to spend all her time alone. Klara and Bella hadn't spoken since the hospital. But Bella to found herself alone. She'd broken up with her boyfriend and his friends which were her 'friends' wouldn't talk to her. This would be the perfect time for reconciliation but Klara avoided her sister like the plague and Bella didn't know how to talk to her younger sister. Clint and Natasha tried to force it but to no avail. They had begun re-teaching the girls defense. Running them through scenarios, but they couldn't get them to do anything with each other. Things were quiet and solemn in the Barton household and Clint and Natasha weren't having it. Saturday afternoon Clint knocked on Klara's door.

"Come in." she said, her voice monotonous. Clint smiled sadly at his youngest daughter.

"You look so much like your mother." He said quietly. Klara stared at her laptop.

"That's what he said." She muttered. Clint nodded.

"I figured. Do you know who that was?"

"I don't want to." Klara said quietly. Clint nodded "Okay." He gestured towards the end of her bed. "Can I sit?"

Klara shrugged "Whatever."

"You can't not talk to Izzy forever."

Klara raised her eyebrows "Do have a consistent nickname for her because the entire world calls her Bella. And not forever, until I'm not angry."

Clint sighed "Are you still angry at me for when I didn't let you join martial arts classes when you were 11 because you'd hurt everyone."

Klara thought for a moment "Yes because I know how not to hurt people. That guy I punched I could have broken his nose. But I didn't."

Clint frowned "About that did you really have to hit him."

"No but I couldn't yell at him either. He asked very loudly why I didn't have any friends then continued to taunt me but what could I say? I didn't have an answer. Also he's not getting into any trouble for embarrassing me in front of all the freshman's and sophomore's. Which is probably blatant misogyny."

Clint nodded "I ca talk to the school, get him in some shit."

Klara shook her head "Everyone would hear about it and I don't need that. People sort of look at me like a lunatic now so…" she trailed off and her eyes drifted to the window. Clint followed her gaze.

"We should go to the farm. I used to take you there all the time. It's where I taught you how to shoot."

Klara smiled slightly "Remember when I we were playing baseball with Bell and she told you to duck but you didn't tell you'd taken your hearing aids out and mom looked like she was ready to kill you."

Clint laughed "I do recall yes. Just us, if you can miss Friday and Monday next week of school then we'll have a long weekend. It'll be fun."

Klara watched the wind ruffle the leaves outside her window. It had been a long time since she'd had any fun.

Bella was crying into Natasha's shoulder. She wouldn't tell Natasha about what happened with her and Kyle, only that they broke up. Hopefully that secret would never come out. But she felt so guilty, about siding with Clint and Natasha about Klara going away to school, about not being able to protect Klara when they were children and about the events that had just taken place. 'Why was Klara always getting hurt by my mistakes?' she thought. Natasha consoled her daughter

"It wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for this. You were doing what you thought was best. We all make bad calls in judgement, sometimes people get hurt. We have to learn to get past it. It'll take Klara a while but she will and this won't happen again. I promise." She said into her Bella's ear. Bella leaned back to look her mother in the eye.

"You promise?"

Natasha hated to make a promise she wasn't sure she could keep, but nonetheless.

"I promise."