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.

Grant ran over to Clint, sliding down onto his knees and gently shaking the man in an attempt to wake him. Grant didn't know what was wrong, after all there wasn't any blood like when Natasha was shot, yet Clint wasn't moving. It scared him, as well as the rest of the children. Why wasn't Clint standing? Moving? Protecting them?

"What did you do to him?" Grant shouted, utterly scared.

"Relax," A man spoke from the back, he was what the children assumed as the leader of the intruders. They looked up as he made his way through the large group of men, making himself know, "He is sleeping. Much like your aunt."

"Auntie 'Tasha!" Skye gasped and Jemma started to cry, clinging to Leo as his mouth started to hang open. The three of them huddled together tightly out of instinct.

His left arm as braced against her, holding her up against him. It snaked across her left arm, her upper chest, and clamped itself firmly around her right arm. The assassins head was cocked upward, resting against the mans shoulders with a startled expression frozen onto her face. It was almost a fearful one, and her green eyes conveyed it strongly. But at the same time they didn't exactly focus on something, they were just fearful and blank. And under her eyes, her veins stick out in a frightening blue color. A sign that she'd been hit with some sort of weapon like the ICERs. There was also red from her shoulder, a sign that her stitches had been opened some time during her confrontation.

"However," A gun was lifted from his side, placed gently against the assassins temple as the other men pointed their guns at Clint, "That might not be for long. You children have a choice, to come quietly or to come by choice. If you come nicely, the Black Widow and Hawk-Eye will be left alone. But if you don't, if you try to run away, I'll kill her."

The children looked at one another, it's not like they really had a choice. Unless they wanted their favorite Aunt and Uncle to die. Which they didn't.

Any other day Coulson would freak out about having nearly shot his idol, with an ICER or not. But today it didn't quite seem to phase him at all. All that he cared about was finding the kids and eliminating the enemy agents that had infiltrated the tower.

"Thanks," Steve sighed in a bit of relief, seeing these men had all been knocked unconscious or killed in some way.

"Where are the kids?" May was straight to the point, looking at Steve with a serious expression. She was almost sporting a glare.

"With Clint," Steve says, "But he's not in the best mood. They-"

A roar, a large hulk roar echoed throughout the tower and cut him off. The three adults briefly shared a look of worry and fear, trying to figure out exactly how close the Hulk was to them. When they determined that they were in no immediate danger of the Hulk they relaxed a bit.

"Come on," Coulson says, "We gotta find them before these people do."

Grant wished that this wasn't happening. He wished that they could just hide and wait for this to all blow over with their Aunt Natasha, mommy, and daddy. He didn't like being carried down to the lobby floor, having to listen to his brother and sisters cry.

He stared behind the man carrying him, towards the guy in charge. He was still holding his Aunt Natasha, so incase the children did try anything they'd see the threat was real. It made Grant angry to see his aunt being treated like this, unable to do anything to stop it. She was... Well Grant didn't know what had happened to her but she wasn't exactly any help to them.

Grant frowns, as Skye screamed, "YOU JUST WAIT! MOMMY AND DADDY ARE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

"Skye!" Jemma gasped at the girls language. But Skye paid no mind to it, too upset to care.

"And Uncle Clint will too! They're gonna beat you up!"

The man chuckled, watching the children. Crashed into the wall were the armored vehicles, the back doors open and ready to take the children and pull out. Their spirit was admirable and amusing, but he also knew the minute that they were away from the tower it would be destroyed and replaced with pure fear. With a cry, the children were each hastily thrown into the back of the vehicle and the doors were slammed shut, locked.

Thor swung his hammer into the helicopter feeling the metal give right, leaving a large dent in it. The helicopter careened in the air and lurched downward. It nearly took off Iron Man's head, causing the hero to look up at Thor.

"Watch where you're swinging Thor!"

"My apologies," Thor actually didn't mean it, but he was in no mood for his friend to yell and lecture him. He swung his hammer in a circle and blasted a helicopter with lightning.

"Just try to be- Hey Thor look! I think they're retreating!"

Thor looked down, seeing small rectangular vehicles driving away from the Tower. He grinned, looking at him friend, "We are victorious!"

Steve ran through the hall, following the trail of arrows and death Hawk-Eye had left in his wake. He was growing increasingly nervous, not only was he being followed by two very hostile people but also because they hadn't come across any more intruders. Had they defeated them all?

"In here," Steve says, seeing one of the safe rooms Tony had installed. They had a few scattered across the tower on different floors. And judging by how the trail of destruction stopped here, he could only assume that Clint was still in there with the kids. Coulson lunged forward to shove the door open.

Steve's heart skipped a few beats and his stomach twisted into a horrible knot. He had been partially right, Clint was still in the room. Except he was on the floor, unconscious from an ICER shot to the back and with no kids in sight.

Dun Dun Dun. Until next time! :D

Yeah... They aren't victorious. Point goes to the bad guys this time.