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 sat perched on the counter, nursing a cup of coffee. He spent a long night with Natasha, one filled with nightmares and shot nerves, hearts thundering and emotions bubbling. He didn't mind, there wasn't a day that went by where he would give that up. Because to be there for Natasha Romanov when she had nightmares meant more to him then he could possibly explain. So he didn't sleep that much last night, the coffee would fix it. Clint only wished he wasn't the one babysitting.

Tony and Pepper were at a press conference, promoting some new Stark tech that Clint didn't care enough to remember. Bruce was called away by Agent Weaver to give a lecture at the Academy, something that had been planned months in advanced. Natasha was bed ridden with her injuries, causing Steve to be recruited in "scaring the new recruits" as Natasha joked. Since no one wanted a repeat of what happened when Thor last babysat, and because Coulson and May were with Hill worming out possible moles as well as trying to root out more information on what happened to Coulson's team.

Clint stared down at the children exhausted, they all looked up at him with bored expressions.

"Uncle Clint are you almost done with your coffee? We want to do something fun," Skye whined slightly, looking up at her beloved archer of an uncle.

"What do you kids wanna do?" Clint almost slurred, blinking blearily at them.

Grant looked at the others with an enormous grin, and suddenly Clint immediately regretting asking that question. The archer was immediately dragged from the kitchen, placed on the floor of the living room. While he sat there, the four kids stood around him, "Duck duck goose."

Clint frowns, "Why am I in the middle then?"

"Your in the cookie jar Uncle Clint, that's where you start for now," Skye explained, only for Clint to look at them in confusion, what the hell did this game have to do with a cookie jar? But he stayed quiet and allowed the children to simply start the game.

Leo was the first one to go, "Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck, a Goose!" His hand gently tapped Jemma and they both took off running around the circle. Clint watched, as Leo ran as fast as he could and filled up the empty space that Jemma had vacated. The archer went to stand when Skye glared.

"No uncle Clint, you gotta wait until the runner gets tagged."

Clint sighed and took a seat again. This time Jemma went around the circle, tapping everyone head with a "duck" at the end of it.

"Goose!" Clint smirked after what felt like forever, Jemma had finally chosen Grant as a goose and was running as fast as she could around the circle. But the eleven year old was faster and Clint was anticipating an escape from the center of the circle. Clint smirked, seeing Grant's fingers hover closer to her head when the girl stopped suddenly, claiming Grant's spot in the circle, causing the boy to skid to an abrupt stop so he didn't run her over.

"Wait-what?" Clint gaped at the children, groaning slightly as he sipped his coffee. He watched sadly, his drink growing cold in his hand as the kids continue to play the game. Clint's eyes started to droop, watching the children.

Grant smirked, staring down at their sleeping uncle. After ten turns Clint had gotten so comfortable from his spot on the floor that he just fell asleep there. The moment they realized he was utterly asleep, Grant sent the girls off to go get makeup.

Leo snickered next to his brother looking at Grant, "This is gonna be so funny!"

Grant nodded, holding up their Aunt Natasha's phone, something they had borrowed from her last night to play Fruit Ninja and never returned. Jemma and Skye came running over, as quietly as they could with the makeup. Where the stole it from Grant didn't quite know or care, he simply smiled at the two girls.

"Awesome," He whispered, both boys grabbing some of the makeup. The children surrounded the sleeping archer and started to advance on him with lipstick and mascara in hand. When they were finished, Grant took the liberty of taking as many pictures as possible.

Natasha slowly limped into the main room, coming out of the room to get something to eat. Initially when she walked into the room, she saw Clint sitting on the floor, facing the tv. Thor was on the couch, with Jemma and Skye napping on his lap while Leo was sprawled across the other end of the couch. Grant was on the floor, playing with his Zoomer Dino while Thor watched the news. Upon her entrance, Thor turned his head.

"Lady Romanov, you should not yet he on your feet. Doctor Banner-"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Natasha says, "I'm here for some lunch."

Natasha suddenly stared at Clint, the archer hadn't turned to yell at her and his coffee was still on the floor. She moved quietly around him, suddenly stifling a gasp when she sees a bright purple smear of lipstick across his right cheek.

"Thor, why is there makeup on Clint's face?"

"The children to,d me they were decorating his face with war paint," Thor simply answered, "Is that not what they were doing?"

Natasha turned, glaring at Grant who feigned innocence and snatched her phone from the coffee table. Natasha held it, shaking her head quietly as she turned to get Clint a cold wash cloth.

Grant simply smirked and looked at Clint. Grant had made the smart decision of sending that picture to everyone before Natasha retrieved her phone, so everyone saw it. When Natasha returned Grant turned back to his toy, allowing the assassin to clean up her friend. With a groan, Natasha knelt down and started to clean up Clint's face.

Unfortunately, the moment the cold cloth touched his skin, Clint's eyes snapped open. His arms swung on reflect, before he knew it was just Natasha, and knocked her down onto her ass. His breath had hitched without his knowledge and it took him a moment to realize where he was and that he wasn't being tortured. Natasha stared at him, waiting for him to calm down. His eyes finally settled on the red head.

"Oh god Nat I'm so sorry!" He brought a hand to his face and immediately pulled it away seeing smears of purple and black all over it, "What the hell is on my face?"

"Makeup."

Clint's dumbstruck expression sent Thor chortling so loud it gently shook the windows.

"It seems my own blunder while babysitting doesn't look so bad now does it?"

I know I know... Really long hiatus. I apologize. But I'm done with AP tests and I have seen Age of Ultron. I refuse to make any comment on that for fear of spoiling. Did not support who they shipped Natasha with, Joss Whedon lost my respect.

Holy shit though, I'm so fucking scared for Bobbi! I don't want her to die, and I apologize for Raina the whole episode I thought she was a bitch... I'm so scared about what will happen Tuesday. I don't want Bobbi to die, I wanted Gonzales to die I was totally ok with that. I hated that old man. I just hope when they realize Bobbi is gone, Hunter convinces Mac to help him for this.

I apologize again for this long hiatus.