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: Bella and ?. Clint and Laura

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: None

A/N: HOT DAMN ! i never expected that kind of response. i'm serious, within hours i had the ten reviews i'd asked for and as i write this note it's up to near fifty reviews, that is thirty more than i had when i posted chapter two ! that makes me so happy, but i haven't had a chance to sit down and write this chapter out, it's been a busy week or two. i just wanted to clear a few things up as well.

Bella will get over her sadness, a fresh start is the way to go, but it will be gradual, moving places and meeting people is only going to help, it can't snap her out of her doom and gloom- some reviews state that they feel bad for Bella and i promise you that she will get better. it will just take some time.

As far as pairings go, you guys really like the idea of Steve or Bucky, now believe me when i say i will not be creating a love triangle, who ever she ends up with, whether it be Steve, Bucky, or anyone really, she will feel nothing but friendship towards the others. maybe kinship, their will be no romantic pairings involving Bella unless the Cullen's return or it's with the person i choose to pair her with.

Further more, and lastly, I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT GETTING THIS OUT SOONER!

As soon as the teenage girl left the sight of both her aunt and uncle, Clint turned to his wife and she simply sighed. "She's not okay Clint, she's a mess." Laura murmured fearfully, worry etched into her tone as Clint looked in the direction of the stair case.

"She'll get better, you know that. We've all been in her situation." He murmured, his own tone laced with fear that his favourite and his only niece was not going to get better. But he had to be optimistic, especially with Laura and his children.

Although Natasha seemed cold and indifferent about most things, when it came to the man she regarded as one of her closest allies, she worried. It was obvious that the malnourished teen that stood in the door way with a sullen expression was broken, her body simply going through the motions to survive. "What happened?" she questioned, placing the youngest Barton on the ground.

"We don't know." Laura shook her head. "Not her side of the story anyway, from what my brother told me over the phone is that she went completely catatonic, like her will to live simply walked away. She went through a break up, but for the life of me, if this is her reaction, i swear it was an unhealthy relationship." She murmured, her hand coming to rest against the warm bump that nestled her baby.

"How's little Natasha?" she questioned, her subtle attempted to turn the conversation away from the troubled teen on the floor above to the baby.

The look on Laura's face, though missed by the redheaded Avenger, was one that told everyone in the wrong that in fact, Natasha, the baby in Laura's womb was in fact a boy.

"She's... Nathaniel." She murmured.

"Traitor," Black Window supplied after she'd bent to make eye contact with the protruding stomach.

"If you'll excuse me for a minute," Clint murmured, his daughter enraptured by the monstrous height of Thor as he left the room, almost escaping the awkwardness.

Bella had always been closer to Clint when she was younger, she loved her Aunt Laura, but there was something about Clint, how he treated her different, he didn't want to take her shopping, he didn't want to do all those things that they wanted to. He was happy to take her outside, kick a ball or let her climb a tree and that was something she appreciated when she grew up.

"Knock, knock." He murmured as he opened the wooden door with ease, spying the young woman on her bed, staring out the small window overlooking the property. "You okay little bird?" he questioned, but he didn't expect an answer, from what Charlie had told his wife and Laura telling him was that the girl, his niece didn't speak that much anymore, that she barely did anything anymore.

As expected, Bella gave no answer in return, just a slight silent nod in the man's direction but she didn't even bother to look at him. "—Bella, you can't do this, we're all worried about you." He spoke up; she'd heard the words like a broken record from Charlie over the course of the past months. "He's just a boy, there will be more."

But Bella knew more, she knew that there wouldn't be any more like Edward, which he was one of a kind, a kind that didn't exist to most humans, she only had her memories of him and she hurt so much just thinking about them. She wanted his words to be true, so much so that they'd fade and she'd forget the pain that settled heavily over her heart.

"No." She whispered, despite her silent act.

"No? What?" Clint repeated, moving further into the room, closing the door behind them to off them a little privacy. "Bella, you're barely eighteen, there will be a line of guys all that will try and fail, it's just how life is." She was young, of course she thought that this boy was the end all and be all. That her world was no longer, simply because he left her. In the woods, she should hate him for that, but Clint knew it was never that easy.

"Why did he leave if he said he loved me?" she questioned, of course she hadn't meant to say the words aloud, they were on a constant loop.

"Because-" Barton had to pause for minute, shaking his head at the thought. "He's a coward, he got scared." He tried to come up with something she would believe, something that would bring his niece back.

Bella mulled over the older males words as he moved towards the bed, pulling himself to sit on the bedding, despite knowing Laura would have his head on a platter for dirtying the sheets when Bella had just got here.

"I wish I could believe you." She shrugged, her eyes dull, lacking that little sparkle that they normally held, the once soft brown hues filled with such child like wonder were gone, replaced with flat brown colour and he hated that. Hated it beyond belief, that alone was enough for him to want to kill the boy who did this to her.

"Come here kid." He murmured, opening his arms, to anyone outside his family, Clint Barton has always been rather cold, calculating, only sharing in laughs with Natasha or the Avengers, but with his family, he was different, they could tell that much just from the small amount of time they'd been here.

Bella had never been overly affectionate, not with Renee, the mother that needed to be taken care of rather than looking after her own child, and Charlie, the father that loved his daughter and didn't know how to show much affection, but she crawled away from the window and into her uncles arms. She refused to let any more tears fall, she'd save that until she was alone, until the nightmares corrupted serenity of this place. "it'll be okay." The words were soft and gentle as Clint's had stroked at her hair.

"Dinner." Was heard, breaking the pair apart, it wasn't Laura, it was little Lila, calling from outside the door.

A/N: let me know what you think? and again i am so sorry for the wait and the quality of this chapter, i've been working on it when i can, but i hope you enjoyed it!