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 had a cool, collected expression on his face, smiling as the aroma of pizza filled the vehicle. However, the archer suddenly had to slam his foot down on the breaks, his seat belt holding him back as he lurched forward. Clint blinked, taking in deep breaths, one moment the road was clear, and the next thing Clint sees is about maybe twenty or so different black cars parked in the road, forming a semicircle around...

"Shit!" Clint turned the car off, the seat belt flying off of him as the master assassin reached under the glove compartment on the passenger side and grabbed his full quiver and bow. Clint quickly opened the glove compartment next, grabbing the spare gun he kept in there and threw the car door open, leaving everything else in the car in there.

Clint quietly approached the house, footsteps quick yet silent. He heard the sound of gun fire and kept his head down to avoid getting shot in the head. As he approached the broken windows, Clint removed a flash arrow as he listened quietly for any distinctive sounds. He heard the girls crying over the spontaneous snapping of bullets, but he couldn't see anything over the crowd except maybe a few down soldiers. The gun fire wasn't heavy, there was more than one person shooting but at the same time it wasn't everyone shooting meaning that Clint got there just in time.

Clint pulled the bow string back, eyes narrowing in concentration as he focused on one spot.

Grant was very thankful he was still alive, but he'd be more thankful if Aunt Natasha was still alive. Everything had happened so fast, one moment she was whirlwind of red hair, it was amazing to see her fight no matter how scared they all were. But then one bullet pierced her, then another, and another as she fell, it was horrible. The next thing Grant knew, he was covering Leo and Jemma, who had dragged Natasha carefully back to the safety of the couch, Grant shooting back at them with a gun on the floor.

But Grant could tell he was loosing, he didn't know how many bullets were in the gun and the gun fire was turned on him. Not to kill, but to injure, and Grant was suddenly spending more time ducking down then taking people out.

"G-Grant.." Skye hiccuped, "Aunty Tasha doesn't look good..."

Grant looked over, looking at his little siblings. He felt bad, he didn't have a phone to call for help with and Natasha had left her's in the kitchen. Jemma was scared as was Leo, the science duo were scared their Aunty was gonna die.

"I want Uncle Clint!" Skye cried, wrapping her arms around the eleven year old and crying into his chest.

As if a prayer had been answered, as Grant looked up to continue firing, an arrow had suddenly embedded itself in the ceiling, exploding in a blinding flash of light. Grant got down, as did all the kids, Natasha whispering, "Hawkeye," to them.

When Grant poked his head out again the soldiers were stumbling around blind, rubbing the spots out of their eyes. Grant took this opportunity to shoot, hitting the men in the shoulders and arms. From the windows, Grant saw the very top of his uncles quiver, and saw the men around him fall, the sound of his gun slightly softer than that of the enemies. As Grant shot at the enemy, helping his uncle, the number of soldiers very quickly diminished, due to Hawkeye's determination and anger.

As the last man fell, Clint looked over at Grant, an indescribable look in his eyes. The way he walked, it was fast and purposeful but at the same time, it wasn't to scare the children. Grant moved, shoving the couch aside so Clint had easy access to Natasha, and for a moment Clint stopped, processing the situation before he knelt next to his partner.

Natasha was awake, her eyes were bright, though mostly with suppressed pain. Her skin looked paler than normal, but Clint wasn't sure if that was the blood loss or the stark juxtaposition of the blood on her skin. She had an arm gently draped over her stomach, and her head was propped up in Jemma's lap. Jemma had brushed the short red locks out of Natasha's face, the little girl was shaking slightly scared. Natasha's shirt was stained in blood around her lower abdomen and her left shoulder. Clint quietly glanced at Natasha's right leg, noticed how the blood soaked fabric clung to her calf and immediately turned his attention away from it. She had other injuries, she'd been grazed by a couple bullets, had some bleeding flesh wounds, but those three seemed to be the most serious, due to how much blood she was losing from them.

Clint looked at the kids, grabbing his cell phone, "Grant, take your brother and sisters upstairs, pack your bags. Just worry about the essential, clothes and whatever you guys need to sleep with or keep busy. There should be bags in the upstairs hall closet, if there's any trouble just shout and I'll come running."

Grant nods as he grabs Jemma and Skye by the hands, leading them towards the stairs. Clint took silent notice that he had left his weapon behind, and that didn't make Clint feel any better about the situation as he pressed his speed dial.

"Clint..."

Clint looked down, Natasha was staring up at him with a blank expression. He couldn't tell if she was tired or bored, or if she was finally coming down from the adrenaline high she had when it happened. Clint took her free hand, looking her over quietly, he had to give her medical attention immediately, waiting for Bruce was risky.

"Don't worry Nat, I'm gonna patch you up and then we're gonna take the kids somewhere safe I promise."

"Did you get the pizza?" She whispered jokingly, making Clint smile just a tiny bit as someone picked up.

"You've reached Tony Stark, what can I do for you Legolas?"

"I need Banner and a quiet evacuation of the house in no more than twenty minutes," Clint says, "We're compromised."

Natasha is gonna be ok I promise. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, it took me some time to just figure this out. That sound Natasha heard in the end of the last chapter, I was trying to describe her hearing the shot that gets her in like slow motion. You know, like in the movies? Sometimes the sound might be distorted... I tried.

Can't wait for Age of Ultron.