Disclaimer: I do not own Skye, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Grant Ward, or FitzSimmons. I only own the variation I have created off of this very popular idea.
I firstly must thank Neeeeeal who, as the author of Turn Back Time, has done such a very interesting and lovely job on their story I wanted to give my attempt of it a go.
However, because I cannot find B.J. Britt's wiki page or his age, I'm going with Ward. But that's not the only reason. It's because with the Hydra plot, I see no room or logical way for this story to make sense. So... It's AUish. Ward isn't hydra. Yay! Because I really did love Ward.
Warning, MAY include Avengers. I upped the rating for my own comfort.
Clint sighed, leaning back on the couch as the kids helped Natasha make dinner. Sitting on his lap was his computer, a little loading sign spinning as the computer tried to connect him with Tony and the other Avengers. He drummed his fingers along the service, sighing when Tony's face popped up on the screen smiling.
"Hey Legolas!" Tony grinned, "What happened to your eye?"
"I got punched in the face," Clint says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"By 'Tasha? What did you do?"
"No!" Clint rolled his eyes, "'Tasha didn't punch me in the face. Skye did by accident. I thought it be a good idea to teach the kids some self defense moves. Didn't go over so well."
"Really?" Tony seemed skeptical, but decided to not argue with Clint, "How are the little rug rats? Do you and 'Tasha need a break?"
"No, Nat and I are handling ourselves just-" Clint was cut off by the loud sound of glass shattering. Clint leapt off the couch, "I gotta go Tony, call you later."
Before Tony could respond, he ended the video chat. Clint left the laptop on the couch, running into the kitchen to see Natasha stranded on the other side of a sea of broKen glass. Skye and Jemma clung to her legs, terrified that they'd cut their feet, while Leo and Grant sat calmly on the counter. Clint frowns, glad he kept his shoes on and carefully walked over. He grabbed Leo and Grant off the counter first and brought them back to the safety of the kitchen entrance. Then, so not to track glass everywhere, Clint slipped his shoes off and went to get Natasha's shoes. Grant and Leo sat quietly, watching Clint make another trek across the glass. Once he reached the red head and two girls, he quietly handed Natasha her shoes and scooped up Jemma and Skye.
"Hey... It's ok..." Clint smiled, "We'll have this cleaned up in no time."
Clint grinned, ending the trek across the glass and set the girls down. He took his shoes off before leaving the kitchen, going to the hall closet for the vacuum cleaner. Natasja accepted it and started to clean up, leading to Clint distracting the kids.
"Uncle Clint I'm hungry," Skye whined softly, her stomach growling. Clint frowns, looking over and seeing Natasha was still cleaning. They didn't get far into preparing dinner when the glass fell. He grinned, and called out to Natasha first in polish asking if it was ok. When Natasha responded yes he grabbed his phone, ignoring the annoyed looks of the kids.
"It's a surprise..." Clint says, and proceeded to order the dinner in Spanish so the kids didn't know what he was doing. It really annoyed them. Clint smirked, Putting the tv on before he goes to help Natasha clean. Overall, it took them ten minutes to make sure that all the glass was in the vacuum, mostly on Natasha's insistence.
As they finished, Clint glanced up at the clock, "I'm gonna go pick up dinner." He says, "Will you be able to handle the kids on your own?"
"I'm the Black Widow, I'm pretty sure I can take care of four kids."
"Oh I know... I just want to make sure you don't kill them if they bug you."
Natasha scoffed, hitting Clint in the arm. Clint cheekily smiled at her, running his new bruise as he stood, grabbing the car keys. He smiled, before taking his leave to get dinner.
It was dead silent, the entire street was dead quiet. The only sources of light came from the street lights, casting eerie circles of light. Suddenly, headlights appeared from the darkness, heading towards the house. A continuous line of cars followed the lead vehicle. They parked on the opposite side it the street, creating a half circle around the house. Quietly, mysterious figures cloaked in dark black and dark navy blue exited the vehicles and approached the house quietly.
From inside the house, Jemma and Skye had taken over the playroom in favor of a tea party while they waited for Clint. Jemma smiled, wearing her Princess Anna dress, her Elsa bear and the bear from Chuck E. Cheeses sitting on either side of her while Skye sat with a big grin, her own bear and dolls sitting around on the floor. Natasha had taken the moment to sip some water, watching as Grant and Leo sat at the kitchen table reading their books silently.
Natasha swore she jumped ten feet at the combined sound of gun fire, shattering glass, and the sound of Jemma and Skye screaming. Natasha ran to check on the girls, the boys following behind her.
As Natasha entered the room, she saw that Skye and Jemma had their arms around each other, screaming and crying. They looked up at Natasha, screaming as the the door was suddenly kicked open. Natasha ran over to the girls keeping the boys behind her keeping her head down as bullets whizzed past her. She knelt down onto one knee, quickly pushing the couch off against the wall so it was a barrier against the guns. Skye was crying, and Grant grabbed her tightly in a hug scared.
"Aunt Tasha what's happening?"
Natasha frowns, quietly poking her head up over the couch to get a look at the intruders. She swore in German, immediately noticing that there were too many for her to get out uninjured.
"Give us the children!"
"Give us the children or we will shoot you!"
The kids clung to Natasha's leg, and she gently had to pry them off of her. She took a deep breath, and listened as one idiot stepped closer until he had a perfect view and angle to shoot Natasha dead now. Natasha stood, her hands where the gunmen could see them, and she quietly stepped away from the children.
"NO!" Grant reached out for Natasha's hand, while Skye screamed, "No! Please Aunt Tasha please don't let them take us!"
Natasha slipped her hand out of Grant's grip, stepping away from the couch and closer to the idiot who thought he could actually get close enough to shoot her. Natasha slowly approached him her posture nonthreatening. She still stood in front of the gunmen and the kids, glaring as the gunman yanked her over. Her held her tightly against his chest, holding the gun to her head.
"Alright, now you kids come on out and follow us to the vans or-" He was cut off by Natasha slamming her elbow very sharply into his abdomen and then twisting his arm out of it's socket with a sickening pop. She shoved the man in front of her, using him as a shield for the on coming bullets, taking his gun right out of his hand and started to fire at the crowd.
Jemma gave a scream, Leo's wailing only the second loudest sound Natasha registered, only outdone by the gunfire. All the kids kept their heads down, Grant shielding them as best he could even though the fire was mostly focused on Natasha. It was all a blur, Natasha was shooting at the soldiers, taking them out as fast as possible. But in a mere split second, all she did was take a few steps away from the couch to draw the fire away from the children, she went from shooting to using her hands.
She was a whirlwind of red hair and sharp joints, elbowing people in the throat and shooting in the very short pauses. Natasha couldn't see anything but the guards and Grant's protective frame over the younger kids from the corner of her eye. She felt more confident, that maybe she could hold it all off on her own, but as she flipped a man only his back, completely tearing his arm out of it's socket and a concussion, time suddenly seemed to stop.
There was a loud crackling bang, an almost indescribable sound that stood out from the rest of the gunfire. A sound that Natasha Romanov swore was the oddest, most unbelievable sound she'll ever recall hearing from a gun.
I leave you at that! *Evil Laughter* I know... I know... Horrible evil cliff hanger!
I dare you all to guess what happened? Did these weird men take the children? Is Natasha dead? Did they take her with them? What's Clint gonna do when he gets home? What's Coulson gonna say? Im sorry, but this is how the cookie is gonna crumble!