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 groaned very softly as his consciousness came around. As his senses came to, he heard the slight, steady beeping of two heart monitors and the sickening smell of antiseptic. He also heard voices, distorted slightly by his state of half consciousness.

"Agent, will you stop pacing before you create a trench through the tiles?"

"It's this or I can taze you," Clint definitely recognized that voice to be Coulson. Clint groaned again, louder this time and struggled to open his eyelids.

"Who are you threatening know Phil?" Clint called out hoarsely, "And what they do? Touch your card collection without special permission?"

"About time you came to Barton," Tony's voice filtered through, "I was starting to wonder if Spidey was going to wake up before you?"

Clint suddenly sat up, remembering that he had been looking for Natasha, that she'd been taken from her room. The bright lights blinded him, but he didn't care, "Where's she?" He slurred his words slightly.

"Chill Katniss, she's right next to you."

And sure enough, she was. Clint sighed in relief seeing Natasha, letting Tony get away with the mocking nickname just this once. He took in Natasha's appearance, noticing that she had a rather peaceful expression on her face. For a long moment he just stared at her, content and happy that she was ok and still alive. But then he realized, it was too quiet.

"Where are the kids?"

Tony's expression turned dark and serious, him and Coulson giving each other the briefest of glances before focusing on Clint.

"They got the kids. We don't know how it happened but they must have been waiting for you. They shot you with their own ICERs, you've been knocked out for about seven or so hours. We found Natasha down in the lobby, they'd must have used the same stuff, if not a bit more, on her. Whatever had happened she reopened the stitches on her shoulder," Coulson explained, "She should be fine."

"This had to be part of their strategy, they knew she was injured from the last attack. They also knew that the kids no doubt loved her and most likely used her as a hostage," Clint spoke to no one in particular, taking Natasha by the hand. He then looked up at Tony and Coulson, "Got any leads?"

The two men glanced at one another then at Clint, "We're getting some."

Cap stood quietly behind Hill as they stared at one of the surviving intruder agents from the attack. He wasn't looking too hot, extremely pale form blood loss and a large bandage wrapped around side where an arrow had found itself. Cap almost felt bad interrogating him when he was in such a miserable state, but they'd kidnapped four agents who were turned into innocent children and he wasn't going to let them get away with it.

Already they knew two things, that the organization they were dealing with was known as the Ponce De Leon Project and that every member was forbidden to speak about it to anyone else or else they'd be executed.

But Maria's interrogation was getting them no where fast. This man, despite how miserable he was, refused to talk and they were running out of time. The kids could already be dead for all they knew. So finally, after hearing what might be the fiftieth no, Cap slammed his shield loudly into the wall, giving off a loud clashing sound that startled the other two.

"Look," He stepped closer to the man, "We don't have time for this. So you can either talk now or we can make you talk. Trust me, I might not be the Black Widow but I know how to get answers out of someone."

Steve remember hating the brutality that came with interrogation during the war. He never experienced it first hand but he remembered hearing about it. It was nice to know that it's changed a bit, atleast in a court of law it has, and he wasn't an advocate for the brutality. But they needed to know, loves might be at stake, and so he let himself act a bit on anger.

The man stared at Captain America skeptic about what he would actually do to get him to talk. So he stayed silent, looking at the soldier and hoping he called his bluff.

"Alright," Cap had no choice but to get a little mean. Without a warning, he lifted the man out of the chair by the back of his shirt, startling him and Hill.

"Rogers!"

Cap simply glared and shook the man a bit, "You sure you don't want to talk?"

"P-P-P-Please..." He started to stutter, "Please don't hurt me."

"Then tell us what we want to know."

"I-I can't!"

"That's a shame," Cap sighed disappointedly, shaking his head. His grip tightened on the guys shirt and he shook the man like a rag doll. It was the least violent thing he could think of doing, and for a couple of minutes that's all he did. Until finally the man cried out for him to stop, Cal was aggravating his injury.

"Stop! Stop!" He begged, "I-I-"

"You'll talk?" Cap asked, leveling him with a serious look.

"N-no but-" He was cut off by Cap shaking him again and tossing him to the floor. The soldier did hold back, he wasn't a monster after all, "Ok! Ok! I'll talk I'll talk just-please-"

"Tell us where the children were taken, tell us what you did to turn shield agents into those children and why?"

And so the man, stuttering nervously the entire time, confessed everything to Captain America.

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Chapter 48 is done! What do you all think? Cliff Hanger!