Title: Not Quite The Same.

Summary: What if that shield that covered Bella was more? What if there was a reasonable answer to her questions? Well, there is. And it's not found while the Cullen's have their claws dug into her so deeply. New Moon/Age Of Ultron.

Pairings: Undecided.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: None

A/N: okay so it's just recently occurred to me that i wrote the summary for this story before i even wrote the main chunk, and i've only just realised that i wrote the summary to be set in Eclipse, however, that is not the case, i've fixed the summary on this chapter, so please ignore the first chapter summary because it's got more than what i intended to be seen.

Hours, it took hours to get to her aunts place. The three hour drive from Forks to Seattle, the six and a half flight from Seattle-Tacoma International to John F. Kennedy airport and the long ass drive to the middle of now where.

She was travelling for nearly sixteen hours and if her mood hadn't already exhausted her, the trip did. Bella did nothing but stare at the seat in front of her or out the window. She stomached the hug that her aunt Laura gave her when she got off of the plane, she tuned out from the music and the incessant chatter from the two young kids in the backseat and she didn't say a word.

She couldn't, what could she say that would make this better? That would take away this pain, this gaping hole in her chest where her heart was. Nothing, so she didn't even bother trying to make it better. Laura on the other hand was deeply concerned for her niece. Bella had happened not long after Clint and her had married and hell, Bella had been such a lively young girl with soulful eyes, this girl who sat next to her, this was not the person her niece should be, this girl was broken and scarred and had no one to help her heal.

"Bella," Laura called softly, her voice like soft cotton sliding over Bella's ears as she stood by the now opened car door in front of the homestead. Bella hadn't even realised that they'd stopped, that her pregnant aunt had gotten not only the kids out of the car but the brunette's only duffel bag out of the trunk. "We're home." She murmured with a pleasant smile, hoping to get some reaction from the eighteen year old, but there was nothing.

Home. Did she even have a home? Didn't they say that home is where the heart is, and well, someone had stolen her heart and never returned it back to her, her home was still with Edward, and as much as it pained her, she knew that he'd never return it to her.

"Thanks." She mumbled, taking the bag from her aunt and following her inside. The house itself was nothing like the home she had at Charlie's. This house was unfinished and she didn't have to ask why, she knew her uncle, he would start something and then suddenly, he'd get called away before he could finish it. Bella had always believed as a child that her Uncle Clint was in some form of army group, it wasn't until she saw him in the middle of some alien invasion with a goddamn bow and arrow. She knew it wasn't something as simple as the army from that moment, but she never bother to ask much about it and Laura never seemed to mention it.

Laura gave her a condensed tour, pointing at rooms and telling her what they were until they reached her room. "Now, if you don't like it, it's fine you can change it, but the kids and I decorated it a little bit for you." She smiled gently before opening the door.

And decorate they had. One wall was complete black, but at the same time it wasn't it gave a light seen from the light, giving it a dark green hue, written in what was obviously Lila's handwriting was a 'welcome home Bella' sign in pink chalk, and she knew then and there that, that wall was a chalk board her own personal space. All the other walls were a whitish creamy colour but that just made the chalk board wall stand out further. An old white desk, one that she vaguely remembered from her childhood was pressed against the black wall, stationary and a place to hold her laptop for schooling. A large double bed was pressed into a corner of two white walls, the headboard resting along the window sill letting the warm sun float in.

The floor was a polished wood, much like most of the house; there was a rug and a bean bag in the middle of the large room, matching the light colour duvet cover and sheets of her bed. But what caught her attention the most was the roof, she couldn't see the actual roof of her room, instead, Laura and the kids had fastened white sheets, draping down all along the roof and filled them with yellow hued fairly lights, giving the effect of stars.

"I remember how much you used to like star gazing as a kid, while it's lovely out here, it can get rather cold so I thought I would replicate it without the tacky glow in the dark stars." Laura murmured, watching Bella look around the room.

This had caused a reaction from the girl, and Laura breathed a sigh of relief, no one had gone to this much effort, her room at her mothers, that had been minimalistic, her room at her fathers, well, that had been memories of her childhood, but this was a whole other level.

"Thank you, Aunt Laura." She spoke, her voice catching slightly as she looked around.

"No problem Bell, I'll let you get settled in," Laura grinned, finally relieved that her niece was speaking again. "I'll call you down for dinner." Was the last thing she said before she turned, leaving Bella to her new room.

Smiling to herself, Laura shut the door and made her way back down the stairs, picking up the wayward paintings that littered the table as she walked through the dining room.

"Honey." A very familiar voice called out, catching Laura's attention. "I'm home." She knew very well who it was, eighteen years they'd been together, that was long enough to be able to tell his voice from others. She heard his footsteps with a smattering of others as she made her way out to greet him. "Hi, company. Sorry I didn't call ahead." He spoke again.

She was quick to put the paintings down and embrace her husband.

"This is an agent of some kind." She knew that man's voice as well, but not with the same intimacy as her husbands, Tony Stark was in her house, her husband had brought the avengers home.

Clint turned to the squad with ease, his arm still looped around his wife's waist. "Gentleman, this is Laura." He spoke, his eyes meeting theirs for a moment.

"I know all of your names." She smiled sheepishly.

The five people that stood facing her were the face of awkward, all except Natasha, who simply looked in pain. But that was soon broken by the sound of footsteps padding down the stairs.

"Oh, incoming." Barton grinned, catching the youngest child in his arms. "Hi sweetheart, hey buddy." Each child received a kiss and a hug from their father, causing the look of awkward to remain etched into the faces of the avengers.

"These are smaller agents." Tony tried to explain, to find some way to explain this.

"She here?" Clint turned to Laura, who simply nodded.

Lila the youngest of the two children, once placed back on her feet, looked up at her dad. "Did you bring Aunty Nat?" she questioned, but before Clint could answer Natasha, despite being in pain, stepped forward. "Why don't you hug her and find out?"

Lila was soon in Natasha's arms with a smile on her face.

Bella had been in the room when she heard talking, and for once in a long time she was naturally curious, so she made her way down the stairs and stood in the doorway, watching.

"Little Bird?" Clint questioned as he spotted the teen standing in the doorway. She didn't smile she simply nodded and watched the scene while chewing on her lip. She stomached another hug, this time from her uncle as he looked over her. Little Bird was just something that had long since she heard, he was the only one she'd let call her that.

"Sorry for barging in on you." The deep voice of Steve filled the air, dragging Clint's eyes back to the group.

"We would of called ahead but we were busy having no idea you existed." Tony added, looking over the family, glancing from person to person before glancing at the broken teen in the doorway.

"Yeah well, Fury helped me set this when I joined, kept it off S.H.I.E.L.D's files, i'd like to keep it that way." Barton told them, his arm looped around his wife and son. "Figured it's a good place to lay low."

Bella felt like she was intruding, this was her uncle's family and his work group or squad, whatever you could call it, she didn't fit here in this conversation. Without a word, the teen disappeared up the stairs and into her room once more.

A/N: Okay so that's chapter two, i didn't want to drag out bella being in the barton household without the avengers around for too long, but she's not just going to snap out of it, she's severely hurt by what edward did to her and she's in a rut. I am hoping to smash a chapter out every ten or so reviews, so the sooner you review the sooner i'll post a chapter.

I hope you liked it, let me know? Also, who do you think I should pair bella with, keep in mind that CIVIL WAR WILL BE INCLUDED in this fic somewhere, so feel free to send me characters from that movie as well!

- Maddie.