Chapter 15

Five years ago, Maura walked away from Hydra for good. She never imagined that, after everything, the Avengers would welcome her back as one of their own. But here she was.

She worked hard to rebuild a friendship with everyone on the team. She enjoyed spending time with Nat and Wanda when they were off duty, thanks to their shared histories with Hydra; she had even grown fond of Steve and Sam. The two had taken her under their wings like an older brother would a younger sister, despite her being a few years older than Sam. Her work in the lab provided plenty of opportunities to spend time with Tony and Bruce, too.

Maura’s relationship with Morgan grew as well. She watched her niece grow from a small girl into a teenager. They shared a lot of the same interests, both having similar personalities. It was easy for them to talk for hours, and sometimes they didn’t need words at all. When they needed it most, they could just hear each other speak.

Nothing could have prepared her, though, for the relationship she formed with James Barnes. Their connection was more profound than any she shared with the others. He was the only one who truly understood what she had gone through. As the weeks, months, even years went on, she and James grew closer each day.

Their relationship eventually took on an intimate nature, something Maura had not experienced before with anyone else. Sure, she had flings in the past, but they were never like this. There was never love involved, no romance, no feelings of passion, attraction, or anything. With Bucky, however, Maura found all those feelings and more. For the first time in her life, she felt safe. She felt loved. She felt wanted.

Sitting on the couch, the main room of the penthouse of the Avenger’s Tower aglow from the holiday decorations, surrounded by friends and family, Maura knew there was no place she’d rather be. Everything in her life, she now knew, had happened for a reason. It had happened to lead her to who she had become and to where she was now. To a place where she finally felt whole, complete, and free. Where she finally felt content.

Resting a hand on her growing belly, Maura looked around at everyone as they opened gifts, laughing and having fun together. This is where she belonged. This is where she is supposed to be. And she couldn’t be happier.

Masterlist

Chapter 14

Maura sat at the conference table with Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Bucky. Tony stood at the head of the table in front of a large screen. The image shown was one Maura knew well.

“This is our next mission,” Tony stated. “Hydra seems to have acquired some information and is trying to replicate my technology.”

“What do we know about the location?” Nat asked.

“From what we can tell, it should be a fairly easy job. There are a few scientists and only about four guards protecting the entire location. Now, that doesn’t -”

“Your intel is wrong,” Maura cut in.

Tony looked over at her. “What?”

“Your intel is wrong,” she repeated.

“How do you know?” Steve questioned her.

“Because… I spent a fair share of my time there.” She glanced down for a moment, then up again. “I know the place inside and out. There are about half a dozen scientists at any given time, usually all working on the same project, but not always. The main lab alone has at least two guards. The small lab on the west side will typically only have one guard when it’s actually in use. You’ll find another dozen agents spread around the grounds and watching the main gate.” Maura looked around the table, meeting each of their gazes before continuing. “It’s not the most heavily guarded facility on Hydra’s roster, but it’s not as empty as your intel would lead you to believe.”

“I don’t understand. Why would our information be so far off?” Steve questioned.

“Well, whether you like this news or not, you have several Hydra agents working within S.H.I.E.L.D.. Some of which work rather closely with your team on occasion,” Maura shrugged. “It wouldn’t surprise me if one of them was the one putting the information together for this little mission and was trying to send you into an ambush.”

“What do you suggest then?” Tony asked, taking a seat at the table.

Maura took a deep breath, not wanting to screw up this chance her brother was giving her. “I’d say you’re better off being safe than sorry. Take more team members than you think you might need. Or at least take the right ones.”

“Who do you suggest then?” Natasha pressed.

“Honest opinion?” Maura asked, watching as each person at the table nodded for her to continue. “If you want to use the smallest number of teammates, I’d send Barnes in to start. With his marksmanship skills, he can easily take out most of the guards on the outside. However, it couldn’t hurt to have Romanoff as a backup. She could take out a couple of them close up while Barnes picks off the rest from a distance. As for the two at the door, if Barnes is positioned right, he could take care of them too. Otherwise, they should be easy enough for anyone to take care of, really.”

Maura sat back in her chair, secretly enjoying having them all pay such close attention to what she had to say. “Once inside, Steve, Tony, and Nat should have no problem taking out the remaining agents.”

“What about the scientists?” Tony questioned.

“They shouldn’t give you too much trouble. Most of them don’t like confrontation. But if you want security, I can tag along and keep them contained while the rest of you do what you need to do.” Maura offered.

“Are you sure, though?” Steve asked cautiously.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed. “It still sounds pretty risky.”

“Maura,” Tony stood from his chair, “I’m taking your lead on this. If anything goes wrong, I trust you to fix it.” The room grew silent, everyone looking between the two and waiting for a response. A nod was all Tony needed. “Good,” he turned to walk away. “Everyone suit up,” he called over his shoulder as the door closed behind him.

Natasha, Clint, and Bucky made quick work of the Hydra agents patrolling the base’s perimeter. There were far more than just the four guards they had been led to believe would be there. So far, Maura was right in what she told them.

Maura proved to be helpful getting into the building as well. It seems they hadn’t removed her from their systems, so she was able to get the doors open with a simple hand scan. Once inside, she led Tony and Steve to the central lab, where Steve quickly subdued the two guards at the door. As they entered the room, the scientists looked up in surprise. Before any could say anything, however, Maura gave them all a stern look. “Leave,” she demanded.

Tony and Steve watched as the six men scurried out of the lab, leaving the trio alone, save for one other person. Someone Maura had not expected to see at the facility.

“Scientists are making their way out. You three contain them. We’ve got company to deal with in here,” Tony spoke through the comms to the team outside.

“Ah, Raven. So nice of you to join us,” the lone Hydra agent smiled at her.

“Malick,” Maura replied coldly. “What are you doing here?”

“I have been overseeing this project personally, as you well know. And unfortunately, after your little escape, you left me in a rather tight predicament. I could no longer send you here to work on things and bring me updates, so I had to start coming by myself. Lucky me, I just happened to be here on the day you decided to visit as well.” He smirked.

“Who is he?” Steve asked quietly, stepping up to Maura’s right side.

“He was, essentially, my boss. The Malick family ties run deep in Hydra. There always seems to be one lurking around,” she explained.

“Is he going to try anything?” Tony asked quietly, also keeping his voice down.

“No,” Maura shook her head. “And he won’t make any moves against me.” She looked at Malick. “So, what’s the real reason you are here, Malick? You didn’t come here just to check on the project.”

“Not entirely true,” Malick said. “You see, Raven, this project was far more than just a suit. I had received some interesting reports regarding your whereabouts, and I knew you wouldn’t miss the opportunity to return here when given the chance.”

Maura stared daggers at Malick. “You’re right. I didn’t miss my chance to destroy the place that made me.” She took a few steps toward the center of the room where the man stood, “And I don’t have time for your games. I know you’re trying to stall, and it won’t work.” Maura lifted her left hand, and a purple glow sparked around her fingertips. “Steve, stand behind me and put your shield up,” she instructed. Once he was in place, Maura stepped in a small circle where she stood. In seconds, a giant blast of purple energy shot out in a wave around the entire room. The computers shut down as smoke rose from the back of each monitor, and Malick found himself thrown back against the wall.

Lifting her right hand, her palm facing her former boss, a blue ball of smoke encompassed the man and lifted him off the floor. “I think you forget just how strong Hydra made me, Malick,” she growled, “I am always going to be miles ahead of your games. But I do love a challenge, sir,” she mocked him.

“You know if you kill me, there will be more to take my place, Raven,” Malick tried to reason.

“I am well aware of how Hydra works,” she lowered the man back to the floor. Closing her hand into a fist, the cloud around him disappeared, “That’s why I’m not going to kill you. But take this as a warning, Malick.” Maura looked to her left and right as Steve and Tony stepped up next to her, “If you come for my family again, it will end bloody.”

Epilogue –Masterlist–Taglist

COMING SOON!!!

Summary:Harper Lee “Harley” Barton had always been the hunter, but when the tables are turned on her, Harper must put aside her natural instinct of protecting her family through distance by coming out of the shadows and admitting the truth. Will she survive the challenges that lie ahead of her? Or will she fall prey to her own darkness once more?

Pairing - hinting/eventual Bucky X Harper (OC)

Chapter 12

Maura looked at her reflection in the mirror. She hadn’t even been back a year yet, but each time she donned her Hydra uniform on, she felt a greater sense of discomfort than she had the time before. Hydra had been her home; she had worn the symbol proudly for so many years. She had been happy to do her part, fulfilling her duty to an organization that, in her mind, saved her life.

But now? Knowing what she now knew about her family, about S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, she saw no reason at all to wear the symbol, nor to serve Hydra any longer. Maura had hoped that the feeling would fade the longer she spent back in the black, but it had grown stronger by the day. She now knew that to some extent, for better or worse, both Hydra and the Avengers had raised her. How could she help her friends if she failed to do what she felt was right?

She thought of her entry into Hydra after she was left in that hospice, alone, without any family to keep her grounded. They had taken her in, given her work and a sense of purpose. She had been a special ops agent, trained to a level only the best were allowed to reach. Intensive study under the likes of the Winter Soldier himself. She even taught young agents the ropes and how to be good spies. But that was all behind her now.

Maura patted her uniform, feeling the outline of the emblem on her waist and a small hidden knife she kept in the right side of her belt. Something about it all felt - wrong. She knew what she had to do.

Changing into regular clothing, she quickly packed a small duffel. Maura didn’t have much, she didn’t need much, but she knew she’d have to leave most of her treasured weapons behind if she was going to be able to take the essential things. So, she placed her daggers, small knife, and a couple of small guns, along with whatever clothing she could stuff inside the bag. Maura checked her desk drawers and grabbed her copy of the flash drive she had made from Tony’s computer. She opened the long center drawer and took out the only item inside; it was a small, five-by-eight-inch piece of paper with a drawing. Maura folded it in half and tucked it into the outer pocket of her bag.

Quickly making her way to the parking garage, Maura did her best to remain unnoticed. Maura hopped inside once she found her car, set her bag on the passenger seat, and turned the car on. She sat for a few minutes in silence, just listening to the engine, while she thought about what she was doing. This is for the best. This is the right choice. Maura backed the vehicle from its spot, threw it in drive, and drove away from the home she had known for so long.

After several hours of driving, Maura finally arrived back at the Tower. Getting out of her car and heading towards the main entrance, she could hear a few guards talking to each other as if she was not there. Hearing their warm tones, in contrast to the cold, odd ones many of her Hydra brothers and sisters spoke, made her feel welcome, even if they weren’t talking to her. With some smooth talking with the guard at the elevator, she made her way up to the top, where she knew the team would be.

Hearing the ding of the elevator, each of the Avengers stopped what they were doing and turned to see who had arrived. When Maura stepped out of the elevator, she put her hand up just in time to stop a knife that was soaring toward her neck, courtesy of Wanda. “I deserve that,” Maura muttered as she grabbed the knife out of the air.

“We have nothing to say to you, Maura. Just go.” Tony was cold, distant. He turned his back to his sister and walked toward the doors for the balcony. It may have been a front, but he had been hurt.

“There is a lot I need to explain,” she tried to reason. “To all of you.” Tony kept walking away and ignored her, having given up on her when she betrayed the team for Hydra.

“Tony, please - ?” Maura pushed, but he wasn’t giving up easily. “Damn it, Stark! Set the fucking attitude aside. Just hear me out.” At the last word, Tony turned to face her. “I’m not going to hurt you. I would never have come to see you if I had wanted to do that.”

He stopped just inches from the door but kept his guard, still trying to decide if he wanted to give her a chance.

“Tony, please. Just listen to me.” She knew her brother was upset, and he had every right to be. “I swear, I-”

“Don’t,” Tony cut her off. “You betrayed the team. You betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D. You played both sides, wove some bullshit tale, and destroyed what hope we had.” He had a point, she thought.

“Yes. I did,” she agreed. “And I’m sorry. But -”

“I don’t believe you!” He yelled, cutting her off again.

“Why? Why can’t you -” Maura tried.

“Because you’re a liar!” Tony yelled again, letting his emotions get the better of him. “You are the worst kind of liar because your lies sound so much like the truth I can’t tell the difference.”

“Why don’t we just hear her out, huh?” Natasha stepped up.

“You’re right,” Maura sat on an empty chair, slumping forward. The team never took their eyes off of her. “I am a liar, alright. I’m the black sheep, you know? The defective twin that nobody wanted.” She looked up at her brother, tears brimming her eyes, “It must feel real nice for you to stand here judging me. Surrounded by all the things that you got out of life while I spent decades as the family reject, not to mention the ten years I spent in isolation before Hydra took me.” Maura’s eyes turned cold and dark as she let out a low growl while continuing, “Well, let me tell you, every inch of me wants to kill you for that. Every part!” Her eyes began to glow a deep blue color as her anger stirred.

A small voice came from behind them, “Maura? Wh-what’s happening?”

Maura glanced over, seeing her beautiful niece standing by the island in the kitchen. The glow in her eyes faded, and her anger melted away, “But I can’t,” she finished softly.

“I mean, that’s a good thing, right?” Sam chimed in.

“Because I made a promise to someone special. Someone who never looked at me as anything more, or less, than a person she could look up to.”

“That’s right, daddy. Maura pinky promised!” Morgan exclaimed as she ran to Tony.

“You can’t break a pinky promise,” Maura’s voice was almost a whisper, the tears threatening her eyes once again. The team stood and watched, trying to see what the next move would be from either side. “Look, I left Hydra, and as soon as they realize that, I’m going to be in real danger. The only way that I am going to be able to survive is if you help me.” She says, looking up at her brother, almost pleading, “And, personally, I’d like to live. Because I didn’t get to do a whole lot of it before everyone else decided I wasn’t worth it.”

There was a long pause. Tony looked between Morgan and the team. “You’re right,” Tony finally spoke up again. “You didn’t get to do much of it before, being all alone with no one around. But that doesn’t excuse what you did to the team and to me. You lied to us. All of us,” he continued. “I won’t -”

“Please,” Maura begged. “Tony, I’m begging you. It’s just Hydra,” she breathed in, trying to keep herself together while she explained herself. “Hydra, they had such -”

“I don’t want to hear it!” He snapped.

“Fine!” She yelled, rising to her feet, balling her hands into fists at her sides. “I understand you feel pain and betrayal. I feel the same. I was naive. I fully admit that, but Hydra was the only family I knew. Then, I found you. My brother, my blood - I trusted you, I trusted the Avengers. I wanted -”  

“So what then?” Tony cut her off, his voice rising. “You come back here, knowing they will follow, putting all of us in danger, for what?”

“Because,” she continued, looking at him, “I’m… I’m sorry. Okay? I knew, even if you - all of you - couldn’t forgive me, I at least needed to say it to you all before disappearing.”

Morgan left the comfort of her father’s grasp and walked to her aunt. Reaching out, she took Maura’s hands and repeated the words she had shared months before, “Good isn’t a thing you are.”

Maura couldn’t help but feel the corners of her lips curl into the smallest of smiles, crouching down to be level with Morgan as she recited the words with her niece, “It’s the things you do and the choices you make.”

There was another long pause. The team looked between each other and at the duo in front of them. Tony continued to glare at his sister until she looked in his direction and his eyes finally locked onto hers. “Maura…I don’t know what to say.”

“Then say nothing,” Maura pleaded as she stood again. “Just please, don’t send me out that door.”

“Tony…” Natasha spoke up, her voice soft, “Barton and Fury gave me a chance when I sure as hell didn’t deserve one. We should give her a second chance. Besides, don’t we owe it to her?”

Tony sighed, letting out a long breath, and ran one hand over his face, “I guess we do.”

“Thank you,” Maura smiled.

“But,” Tony continued, pointing at her, “That doesn’t mean we’re going to just let you walk back in here and rejoin the team like nothing happened. You betrayed us during a mission; we can’t just let that slide.”

“I know, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust again. Start over at square one and work to be someone you can all count on.”

“I’m willing to work with her, Tony. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I’m willing to take her with me and take responsibility until she can get back in everyone’s good graces.” Natasha announced, “I’ve been there, Maura.”

“Fury?” Clint spoke up. “You’re the final say in all this.” Everyone turned to where he was looking, not realizing the director had arrived at the Tower.

Nick walked up to Tony. “What’s going on here?”

“Maura,” Tony started, “Wants to start over. She wants a second chance.”

“Is she telling you everything?” Fury pressed.

Tony looked at her, a silent look of confusion on his face. “It seems so anyway.”

“Is there anything else you’re not telling us, Maura?” Fury asked, ignoring the confusion from both of them.

“I swear to you, Nick. I am sorry for everything I caused. I’m done being Hydra’s pawn. I want my family back - my real family.” She looked around at the faces staring back at her.

Fury looked over to Tony, who shrugged. Turning to look back at Maura, Nick thought about what to say next. “We can’t trust you yet,“ he said coldly. "You’ll still need to prove yourself before we can allow you back into our ranks.”

Maura nodded silently, tears starting to build in her eyes again. She understood his reasoning and was glad he was at least giving her a chance.

As Fury turned to leave, Maura spoke up once more, “I have one last request, though, sir,” her voice shaking slightly. He stopped at the edge of the room and glanced back at Maura. With a deep breath, she continued, “I need a different name.“

"And why is that?” he questioned.

“I want some distance from my past. From Hydra. Some distance from the roles that I have been filling my whole life. I don’t want to be the Raven anymore; that was someone they created. I want… no, I need to be someone new. Someone that Hydra hasn’t had a hand in.”

“I’m sure we can come up with something,” Fury offered, understanding her need to recreate herself.

Chapter 14 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 11

*Chapter is in Tony’s POV*

It had only been a couple of weeks since Maura left. Tony was taking it harder than the others. He’d tried to keep up his act of normalcy, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. Every time he thought about the events that went down, he questioned what he missed.

How could she do something like this? We were family. We are family. We’re blood. I welcome her into my home and onto the team, and this is how she repays me?

“Tony?” Pepper called from the door.

“Yeah?”

“Are-are you okay?” she stepped into the lab, walking toward where he sat slumped over at a table.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he looked up from his hands, locking eyes with his wife.

“I just…” she sighed softly, taking in his disheveled appearance. “You know you can’t blame yourself, right?”

“Then who do I blame, Pepper? Huh? Who? Tell me!” he snapped. He had been trying to keep it together all week, not wanting to show how upset he was. If she hadn’t come in here, then maybe he would’ve kept his emotions at bay until he calmed down.

“I don’t know, Tony. Your parents? Hydra? Regardless, it isn’t your fault.” She reached out, laying a hand on his shoulder.

He leaned into her touch. It felt good to have someone there, someone that cared enough to try and understand him. “Maybe before, I could have blamed them all. But she was here, Pepper. She spent two years in our home. I trusted her. I let her into the family; I let her onto the team… I let her meet our daughter. I did all that, no one else.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair, letting go of his anger.

“You’re right. You did. But Maura made a choice to betray that trust. Nothing you did or didn’t do could have stopped that.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a comforting squeeze before leaning forward, planting a kiss on his temple.

“It’s been months, and we’ve done nothing to try to save her,” Tony argued with the others, all sitting around the large conference table. “I have to do something. I can’t just leave my sister with them.”

“We can’t risk it, Tony, you know that,” Steve tried to reason.

“And why not?” he questioned. “You risked everything multiple times for Barnes,” Tony countered. “This is my sister we’re talking about here.”

“It’s different, Tony, and you know it.”

“Steve’s right, Tony,” Bruce added, “Maura made a choice herself to go back to Hydra. No one forced her to leave.”

“We all know how Hydra is. They brainwashed her for years! She -”

“Tony!” Natasha interrupted, her voice loud and commanding as she stared at him, “Maura was here for two years. She made the conscious choice to go back.”

“What if she didn’t, though? What if they sent her here? What if everything she told us at the start was a lie?”

“Then that’s on us. We opened ourselves up to that infiltration. But the bottom line in all of this is that Maura betrayed us, Tony. She lied, she manipulated, she took advantage of us. That’s on her,” Natasha said firmly. “Look, I get it. But she’s been gone for four months. You need to come to terms with the truth, Stark. I’m sorry.”

Maura had been gone for six months already. Morgan had slowed in her asking about her aunt, which meant she was doing much better. Tony had tried to make peace with Maura’s betrayal, but every time he thought about it, he felt angry again. It didn’t help that every time he saw Morgan, he couldn’t help but feel guilty, too. Maura’s betrayal of the team and of Tony was one thing. But for her to betray her niece? It was something else entirely. Tony could tell Morgan still missed her aunt, even if she didn’t fully understand what was going on.

“Daddy?” Tony heard Morgan’s soft voice, breaking his train of thought.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

She walked into his office. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he answered as he lifted her into his lap.

“Is Aunt Maura a bad guy again?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know how to answer that, kiddo. I don’t know what your aunt is doing or planning,” Tony said.

“Do you think she will ever come back?” Morgan asked innocently.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Tony responded truthfully.

“Daddy, if she does come back, you won’t hurt her, will you?” Morgan looked up at him with big brown eyes full of fear.

“No, no, sweetie,” he tried to assure her, though even he didn’t know what would happen if Maura ever showed up at the Tower again.

“Good,” Morgan nodded solemnly, settling into Tony’s arms.

“No matter what happens,” Tony began, causing Morgan to look up at him, “You still have all of us here.”

“I know, daddy,” Morgan smiled weakly, “I just miss Maura.”

“I know, kiddo,” Tony pulled his little girl closer and kissed the top of her head, “Hey, why don’t we ask Nat and Wanda to take you to the park or something? Huh? Get you out of the Tower for a bit and have some fun?”

Morgan nodded eagerly and hugged her father tighter. The pair walked out of the office and went to find the two women. Tony gave Natasha a credit card to use and told her they could take Morgan anywhere she wanted to go.

Chapter 13 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 10

Maura sat in the conference room of Hydra’s current headquarters, with three members of her command. It had been quite a while since she had sat around a Hydra table, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something didn’t feel right about it any longer.

They discussed her time with S.H.I.E.L.D. and with the Avengers. She gave them all the information she had about the team, what their next targets were, as well as giving them all the details she managed to gather about Tony’s latest project. She set a flash drive on the table, “This is everything I was able to extract from his system about the suit. He hasn’t perfected it yet, but he’s getting close.”

Malick nodded his head once. “Very well then, I believe we are done here. Raven, you may go.”

Raven stood quickly and began heading for the door. After the door closed behind her, the room fell silent for a minute before Sergeant Batrel spoke. “Are we sure that we can trust her to take down her own brother?”

“Only time will tell. Even if Raven does betray us, it won’t really matter any longer. We have what we need,” Saltz assured the others.

It had only been a couple of weeks since she had returned to Hydra. Maura sat in her room in silence, like she had done any time she was free. Though she wasn’t being sent out on any jobs yet, she still assisted in the lab when they needed her. Maura looked at the flash drive sitting on her dresser, having made a duplicate before giving one to her superiors. She had already memorized every detail on there, but still, she could not help but feel uneasy. What did Hydra want with the suit? What purpose would they use it for, and why would they attempt it now? Even Tony hadn’t perfected it yet. There was no telling what could happen or the consequences if it failed. A knock on her door startled her.

“Raven,” she heard called from the other side.

“Yes?”

Her door clicked open, and Malick stepped inside. “Sorry if I’m disturbing your evening. But I need to speak with you in private for a moment.”

Maura nodded and got up from where she’d been sitting on her bed. “Of course, sir. What’s going on?” She asked, following Malick out of her room.

“There has been some… development concerning the current project,” Malick said as they made their way to his office.

“Is something wrong with the suit, sir?”

“The suit is working just as we had hoped, and the project is progressing smoothly. However,” Malick paused and opened the door to his office for her to step inside, then followed after her. They both took seats at his desk, and he continued his thought. “The suit won’t be ready before your next mission, and I need to know you will be able to do your job, Raven.”

Maura looked up at him, “What do you mean by that, sir? You don’t think I can handle myself in combat?”

“I know you can handle yourself. But we are trying to dismantle a team that you have spent the last two years getting rather close with. I am worried you won’t be able to separate yourself. Not to mention that we don’t know how they will react when they see you again.”

“Sir-”

Malick held up his hand, silencing her. “It isn’t a matter of not being able to put those feelings aside. It is a question of whether or not you want to. If you aren’t ready, Raven, you aren’t ready.” He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

“I understand the concern, sir. But I can do this.” Maura tried to convince him as much as she wanted to convince herself.

“Very well. Your next assignment is in two days, and I expect you to be ready for it. Understood?”

She nodded, “Understood, sir.”

“Good.” Malick turned back to his work, “You’re dismissed.” She nodded and left Malick’s office.

Maura had been back with Hydra for six short months, but it seemed like she had never left. She was back to doing missions, working in the lab, and training some recruits.

Malick was cautious. He still wasn’t sure she was ready for the larger tasks, so he only sent her on small missions. She was taking out low-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, infiltrating locations, and recon missions. But never on anything that involved members of the Avengers specifically.

Though Maura kept busy with her tasks, she couldn’t help but wonder what her family was doing. What her brother was working on, what Morgan was learning in school, what Banner was doing in the lab, or what mindless training everyone was going through. A part of her missed reading stories to her niece at bedtime, going for runs in the morning with Sam, teaming with Tony to take down their enemies.

A knock on her door drew her from her thoughts and brought her back to reality. Looking around her room, trying to remember what she had been doing before her mind had carelessly wandered elsewhere. “Yes?” she called out.

“We’re ready to go, Raven,” a deep voice responded.

“I’ll be there shortly,” she replied.

Maura stood from her chair at her small desk and walked to her closet. She grabbed a couple of daggers that hung on the wall and placed them in their proper places on her uniform. Reaching for the small pistol, she placed it into its holster on her thigh. Though she hated using the gun, she still brought one on each mission. Then she finished putting on her boots, picked up her mask off the desk, and walked out of the room.

Maura knew, though, that she couldn’t continue to dwell in the past. She knew that she couldn’t continue to care about the Avengers, nor her family back at the Tower. Maura was back with her rightful family. The family that didn’t abandon her, that took care of her when she had nothing. Maura was home… and she was more determined than ever to prove herself to Hydra. Or so she hoped.

Chapter 12 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 11

Day by day, Harper got stronger. She and Bucky still spent time together every day, but it was less than before. There was a growing tension between them when they were together, but they did their best to ignore it. Of course, it didn’t help that they always ended up entangled when she sparred with him. Sometimes he would just grab her around the waist and pull her in close; other times, he would let her knock him down so that she would be on top of him.

They both knew they had feelings for each other, but Harper was adamant about not acting on those feelings. She would admit that she owed him her life, but she didn’t want him to know that. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t enjoy his company; she loved spending time with him. He was a fantastic sparring partner, and he made her laugh more often than she thought possible. But it didn’t matter how much she enjoyed his presence; she couldn’t allow herself to get attached to someone.

Harper sat alone on the sniper range. The wind blew softly against her face as she stared at the targets through the scope. Her heart beat rapidly as she took aim at one of the targets, allowing her finger to dance over the trigger. The bullet hit true each time.

“Damn. It’s like you never missed a beat,” a voice behind her said. She turned and saw Bucky approaching. His hair was slightly disheveled, which usually meant that he’d been running. There was a proud grin on his face as he got closer to where Harper stood. She couldn’t help but smile, especially when he looked at her like that. Like he actually cared what she was doing or thinking. She could have gotten used to that look every single day.

“You need something?” she asked. Bucky shook his head. “Then why’re you here?”

Bucky shrugged and moved to sit in the empty chair next to her, crossing his arms over his chest. They were quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I just thought I’d check on you.”

Harper smiled again, her heart skipping a beat. “You see me all the time, Barnes,” she reminded him.

He nodded. “That may be true. But I only see you when we train weapons or spar together.” Bucky paused, looking out toward the targets, “Besides, this is one of my favorite spots,” he chuckled, trying to ease the rising tension. Bucky turned his attention back to Harper, smiling gently.

She glanced up and met his gaze, returning the expression. “You want a shot?” she questioned, gesturing toward the weapon still propped on the ledge. He shook his head no, so she stood and picked the gun up, slinging it over her shoulder so she could head back to the compound.

The two of them continued to talk while they walked back to the building. As Harper and Bucky approached the doors, Clint stepped through to meet them. “Harley! There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” he said, walking toward her.

“Well, you found me,” she replied. “What do you need?”

“I found them,” he said flatly. “I think anyway.”

“Found who?” Bucky questioned, stepping up next to Harper.

“The men that attacked her,” Clint answered.

Harper rolled her eyes. She had figured Clint would find them, but a part of her hoped he would fail. “Are you sure it’s them?”

Clint nodded. “Positive.”

Harper sighed. “Okay, tell me what you found,” she gently demanded, leading them all inside the building.

Clint relayed everything he knew. From where they were living to where they were currently working jobs. All of which matched up perfectly with what Harper had already discovered from digging on her own.

“So, what’s our next move?” Bucky asked.

Harper stopped dead in her tracks, “Our? There is no ‘our next move’ soldier. This is something I need to do.”

“You’re not going alone, Harley,” Clint reminded her.

“The only reason you are allowed to tag along, Hawk, is because they pose a threat to you too. Trust me; I’m still not thrilled over the idea,” she pointed out.

“Harley-” Bucky began.

“No,” she interrupted, “You have done more than enough for me, Barnes. This… This is something Clint and I need to finish alone.” She watched as Bucky’s jaw clenched, obviously not pleased with her response but unwilling to argue further. She appreciated that. Harper turned to Clint, “When are you expecting to leave?” she asked.

“As soon as you feel ready, I guess,” he shrugged.

Harper nodded, “Then let’s get packed.”

The next evening, Clint and Harper arrived at a hotel outside Cedar Falls, Iowa. Harper had to chuckle to herself when she had found out where they were headed. How cliche for them to finally close this chapter in their lives, in the exact same place it all had started.

As the pair worked to unpack things for the task the following day, Harper looked to her brother who seemed just a little on edge. “You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, propping their quivers and bows next to the dresser.

“It’s just another job, right?” Clint replied. “Taking out the bad guys to keep my family safe?”

Harper chuckled a bit, shaking her head. “These guys may be old, Hawk, but you saw what they can still do.”

Clint shrugged again. “If it was too easy, I’d start to question our own skills.”

Harper nodded, “Fair point.”

Clint closed up his suitcase, having only brought his bow, arrows, and a few articles of clothing. Harper, on the other hand, brought all of her favorite weapons. She pulled out two of her knives and her handgun, along with a few other items, before setting her suitcase on the floor. She took a seat at the small desk in the room and began wiping down her knives first.

Clint sat on the edge of his bed, watching his sister work. He couldn’t help but notice how calm she seemed in her movements. Clint realized that this was the first time, in their adult lives anyway, that he had ever truly seen his sister. They had been on opposing sides for so long that even when they did get along, there always seemed to be tension. But now, even though she was getting ready to kill someone, she wasn’t upset or scared, or even nervous. It was almost like she was going through the motions from pure muscle memory.

“Harley, can I ask you something?” Clint suddenly broke the silence between them.

Harper looked over at him, giving him a curious look. “Sure.”

Clint hesitated. His hands shook slightly from nerves as he spoke. “What… What happened to us? I mean, what really happened? We used to be so close. And then…” he trailed off.

“Is this really a conversation you want to have right now?”

“Yes, actually. I need to know, so I know I can trust you while we’re out there,” he told her. “I mean, it can’t honestly just be that stupid petty jealousy from when we were kids, right?”

“Petty jealousy?” Harper repeated, raising a brow in confusion.

“Yeah, Jacques overlooked you for me?” Clint questioned.

She blinked, “You honestly think that is why we had a fallout? Because some asshole with a sword and gambling issues chose you over me to be his little bitch?” she laughed.

“Then what? What happened between us, Harley? Why are we always fighting now?” Clint asked.

Harper shook her head, looking back down at her weapons as she set the first knife on the desk. “Look, I’ll admit, I was a little jealous when he chose you. I mean, let’s be honest, I’ve always been better than you with weapons. He knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it. So yeah, I was jealous. But I grew up, Hawk. I got my life together, got my G.E.D., even had a couple really good jobs.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Clint pressed.

Harper finally looked up and met his gaze. “You know, Clint, there was never a day that passed that I didn’t think about my little brother. The years I was gone, never a day went by that I didn’t wonder if I did the right thing by breaking my promise to mom. Always questioning if you were alive or if you were dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Wait…” Clint trailed off, “…Mom? What promise?”

“’You know how your father is, Harper Lee. You need to keep him safe… from everything,’” she began to recite. “’I’m trusting you to be his guardian angel. Promise me you’ll always keep him safe, Harley.’”

Clint stared at her in silence as he processed what she said. “Harley…” he trailed off, unsure if he wanted to continue.

“Then, on my first assignment as a rookie agent, not only does the house I’m working at get robbed… but it’s my brother who happens to be the one breaking in. At least I knew you were alive, though, right?” she laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Harper grabbed her other knife and began cleaning it as she continued her story. “After Buck left you behind that night, I got right back into that ‘big sister mode.’ He shot both of us that night… but I was older, stronger, I had to keep you safe. Nothing else mattered. But it was painstakingly clear that we couldn’t work together.”

“But… Why?”

“Hawk, you got hurt because you were more concerned about me than yourself.” She paused, glancing at Clint. He remained silent, waiting for the rest of her story. “So, once we were healed up, I left. I left my job; I left my life because I needed to make sure that my brother stayed alive.”

“That’s why you started using the symbol again. So no one actually saw us together,” Clint realized.

Harper nodded. “Yeah, pretty much,” she agreed. She put away her other knife, moving on to cleaning her gun. “I knew it wasn’t enough, though; staying away from you. So, I did the only logical thing I could think of. I called Fury. I told him I had a prospect for him to check out that would be a great addition to his team. Not to mention a perfect fit when he finally made his little Avengers club,” she chuckled.

“That still doesn’t explain why we fight every time we see each other. If you’ve been protecting me all this time, why is it always a fight?” Clint asked, confused. “You ruined my wedding… You…” he groaned, “I mean, for god’s sake, Harley, you shot me the last time we crossed paths. Why?”

Harper sighed, setting the gun back on the desk. “Because,” she began slowly, choosing her words carefully, “If I hadn’t kept you away, I was afraid something would happen to you. I’ve worked for some really bad people, Hawk. If they thought I cared for you, even a little, they’d use that as leverage.” She laughed a little, adding, “Except the wedding. That was personal. I knew Bird was no good for you.”

Clint rolled his eyes, “Wedding aside…” he started, “You’re saying, all these years, it’s just been an act?”

“Basically,” Harper shrugged. “When you started hating me for it, I was a bit hurt, but it made the act far more believable.”

“So, this whole time, I thought it was me. I thought it was my fault that you hated me. I thought I got the job on my own, and you were jealous again; I thought the reason my family was safe was because of the steps I took. And you just went along with that?”

“What would you have wanted me to do, Hawk? Tell you the truth? Put your kids’ lives in danger? Fuck that! I’d rather you hate me than have to go through the pain of losing a child,” she responded angrily.

“We could have kept them safe, Harley. We could have kept you safe,” Clint argued, his voice rising slightly in frustration.

“Iwas safe, Hawk,” she snapped back. “And you know, you’re right. If I had told you the truth, maybe you would have actually helped me when I came to you. But what’s done is done. So can we just focus on moving forward? Once these two are gone, I won’t need your help ever again, and your family will be safe. You can go back to hating me, and you’ll never have to see me again, I promise.”

Clint shook his head, looking at his feet, unable to respond. He sighed heavily.

“For what it’s worth… I am sorry, Hawk. For everything. But I did what I had to do. I made my choice, so you didn’t have to. I couldn’t live with myself if I caused anything to happen to you, the kids, or even Laura,” she explained.

He glanced up at her, his face softening slightly. “It’s okay, Harls,” he replied. “I’m sure if the roles were reversed, I probably would have done the same thing.” He paused, looking down as he continued, “The choice is yours, Harper Lee, but…” Clint took his time, searching for the right words. “Look, the kids seemed to really enjoy your visit. And…”

“Hawk, stop,” she interrupted him, causing him to lift his eyes from the ground. “I know what you’re trying to get at, and I appreciate it. But, I can’t be the sister I once was to you. I can’t stick around, and I can’t join your little team. I’m alone in this, and that’s how I need to stay. It’s for the best,” she explained, staring him in the eyes.

Clint looked back at her silently for a few moments before nodding, accepting the answer without arguing. “How about we agree to disagree? And we can talk about it after we’re done with this job?” he suggested.

“Sure, Hawk,” she smiled.

Harper left her weapons lying on a cloth on the desk. She bent down, dug out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from her suitcase, and made her way to the bathroom to change. Maybe working with Clint won’t be so bad. She mused as she pulled on her shorts, turning to look at her reflection in the mirror as she ran her fingers over the scars on her shoulder. Then again, I do my best work alone.

Chapter 13 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 10

It had been a month since Harper was brought back to the tower. She had been going to physical therapy every morning, despite the fact that she no longer required assistance with anything, and she was finally feeling back to her old self. It would still take some work for her to use her bow, or a gun, at least as she once had, but she was determined to get out of the care of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers as soon as she could.

Fury decided that the best option for her was to move to the compound. She would be able to heal in peace, mostly, and she would be able to work with weapons any time she wanted. Harper begrudgingly agreed, if for no other reason than knowing she owed her life to him. What harm could a few weeks in a guarded vacation home do anyway?

Four weeks at the compound passed quickly. Thanks to the serum, she was healing rapidly, felt stronger than ever before, and was finally able to use her right arm without much issue. She still wasn’t a hundred percent yet, but she was close enough.

Bucky had stuck by her side as much as she allowed, helping her to regain her strength and accuracy both in combat and with weaponry. She trusted him enough to let him take care of her, but it wasn’t always easy. Harper had never been one to allow anyone to get close to her. She was always guarded, cautious, and wary. But Bucky made her feel relaxed in a way that she’d only ever been able to relax around him. Harper now knew what it felt like, to be vulnerable, and it wasn’t a feeling she ever wanted to experience again. Bucky understood this and was very patient with her.

One afternoon, they were in the gym sparring with each other. He was careful with her right side, knowing her shoulder had taken the brunt of the damage and had yet to heal fully, or so he assumed.

“Come on, soldier, I know you can do better than that,” Harper taunted him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky protested.

“I’ve told you, soldier. I’ll be fine. After everything I went through, you’re nothing,” Harper retorted.

He scoffed, “And I’ve told you, call me Bucky. I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore, okay?”

“Fine… Bucky. Now show me what you got,” Harper challenged.

There was something going on with her. No one should be healing as quickly as Harper was. She was stronger too. Not wanting to press things though, Bucky just sighed as they both jumped into a fight stance, fists raised, ready to strike. They circled each other warily, sizing up their opponent and gauging if they could land any hit on them. Then Bucky threw a punch at Harper, who blocked it easily. She quickly retaliated with a kick to Bucky’s leg, causing him to stumble.

Harper followed that up by tackling him to the ground. She landed squarely on top of him, pinning his arms down underneath her. Bucky growled, trying to buck Harper off of him. She smirked and leaned in close to his ear. He froze instantly, his breathing labored.

She whispered, “Remember what happened last time we were like this? Remember how we nearly killed each other?” Bucky swallowed hard and nodded his head. A faint smile spread across her face, “Don’t worry, soldier… Bucky… This time is different,” she said softly.

Harper shifted her weight, so she was sitting astride Bucky’s hips, straddling his waist and allowing his arms to move freely once again. She saw something familiar in his eyes, something she had seen before when she was with the Winter Soldier. It was the same glimmer in his eye she remembered seeing each time he learned he would be working alongside her.

She knew it was wrong, but something in her heart pulled her forward. Something she had never felt before. That same pull grew stronger with every passing second until their lips met. Hard. Bucky responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

After several minutes, they pulled apart. Both were panting slightly. Bucky rested his forehead against hers. He gently ran his fingers through her hair before resting his hands on her lower back. They stayed like that for a few moments until Harper finally broke the silence, “I’m sorry…” she muttered.

Bucky shook his head, “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you…” she trailed off, sitting up on her knees still straddling Bucky’s hips.

Bucky smiled, “It’s alright.”

“No, Bucky,” she started. “I mean… we can’t…” she sighed softly, “It’s too dangerous.”

“What?” Bucky asked, confused.

Harper pushed herself off of him and stood up. “I’ve been walking this world alone for a long time, Bucky. It’s kept me safe all these years; I can’t risk doing something reckless like this.”

Bucky stood up, “I don’t understand, Harley.”

Harper turned to face him, “The last thing I need is someone getting hurt because I let my guard down,” she said firmly.

Bucky frowned, “Why don’t we just talk about this?” he suggested, brushing himself off.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky. It just isn’t possible,” she insisted.

Bucky stepped forward, putting his hands lightly on her waist, “Look, Harley, I understand… I really do. But you’re not alone anymore.”

She backed away from him, pulling out of his grasp. “Listen, soldier. I’m not staying. Once I can use my bow again, I’m gone,” she stated firmly. Harper sighed, shaking her head when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. “It’s safer this way… for everyone,” she finished quietly. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Bucky in the gym alone.

Standing at the line at the archery range, Harper pulled an arrow from the quiver on her back. Taking aim, she released her hand, nailing the target perfectly in the center. Smiling, she placed another arrow to her string, lining up for another shot. The next arrow was much faster than the first and hit the target dead center again, just to the side of the first.

“Looks like someone’s back to themselves,” a voice said behind her.

Harper sighed and turned to face the man who had spoken. “Still not perfect, but I’ll get there.”

“How are you feeling?”

She shrugged, “Better than before. The shoulder still has some healing to do, but with as much damage as that arrow did, I guess that’s to be expected.”

“You going to tell me yet just how you managed to heal almost completely in just over two months?”

“I told you, Hawk, I don’t know.”

“That’s bullshit, Harley. Why won’t you just tell me the truth? What harm could it do?” he questioned.

Harper glared at him, “Why is it so important that you know?” she spat.

“Because you’re my sister, Harley,” Clint replied simply. “Here I am, trying to reach out to you, giving you a chance, and you just turn it into a fight.”

“You’re only bitching because you feel guilty, Hawk. I’m not stupid,” Harper retorted sharply.

Clint sighed, “Guilt or not; it doesn’t matter. I’m trying, Harley. Why can’t you?”

“Because I don’t need your pity, Clint. I needed my brother. I reached out to my brother. And you brushed me off like I was dust on your bow,” she hissed angrily.

Clint sighed, “I’m sorry, Harls. I should have listened… I shouldn’t have reacted so cold toward you when you first showed up. I’m sorry. Just -”

“Just stop, Hawk. Save your ‘sorry.’ I don’t need it. Not from you. Not from anyone,” Harper snapped harshly.

Clint flinched, “Alright,” he mumbled softly. “Then what do you want?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. I’m healthy enough. I think I’m just going to go,” Harper answered.

“Go where?” Clint questioned.

“Back to work. Back to what I do best,” Harper answered.

Clint looked shocked, “You want to leave? To do what? Find the two people that tried to kill you? That’s suicide, Harley!”

“I have an advantage this time. I’ll be fine,” Harper assured him.

Her brother stared at her intently, studying her facial expression. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully before taking a deep breath. “The serum,” he murmured.

Harper gave him a quizzical look, “Excuse me?”

“The serum you were searching for. Fury told you where to find it, and you took it. Didn’t you?” Clint guessed. “That’s why you survived the attack. The serum was already trying to heal your wounds before Barnes ever found you.”

Harper nodded slowly; there was no sense lying to him. “Yes,” she agreed. “I injected a small dose before they ever found me. When Barnes brought me here, Fury found the vials in my bag and had Banner give me a second dose.”

“That explains it,” Clint nodded. “Listen, Harley. Why don’t we make a deal? One where we can both get what we want?”

“Like what?”

“Before you leave, give me two weeks. I’ll find the men that attacked you, and you have more time to heal and practice; get yourself back where you know you need to be,” Clint negotiated.

“Why?” she questioned. “Why help me now?”

“They are as much a threat to me as they are you. Not to mention, if you go at it alone and fail, they become a threat to my kids. They made us into what we are… so what do you say we end it the same way we started? Together.”

Harper hesitated before saying, “Fine. I guess we’ll see what happens,” she replied. “But only two weeks, Hawk. That’s it.”

Clint nodded, “Good enough for me,” he said with a smirk before heading towards the exit.

Chapter 12 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 9

Two weeks had passed since Bucky found Harper clinging to life in Atlanta. One of the doctors helping to care for her in the tower felt that she was at the point that they could safely bring her out of the drug-induced coma. They began to lower the dose of the anesthetic she was being given in hopes of easing her awake slowly.

Though he had spent the better part of the last fourteen days by Harper’s side, Bucky was away on a short mission when they began the process of waking her. When he returned early the next morning, he rushed to the clinic and was thankful to see she was still asleep. Bruce was checking her vitals and I.V. medications when Bucky walked in. He froze for a moment when he saw Clint seated in a chair on the other side of Harper’s bed.

“Ah, Barnes, welcome back,” Bruce greeted. “She should be awake soon, so you’re just in time.”

Bucky looked over at Clint, who met his gaze. He could see the sadness in Clint’s eyes as if he was fighting with himself not to show it. Bucky swallowed thickly before walking over and taking a seat in an empty chair next to Harper. “Barton…” he began softly.

“I know,” Clint whispered before placing his hand gently on Harper’s. “She wouldn’t want to see me anyway. I just didn’t want her alone if she woke up before you got back.” He stood from his chair and began walking to the door.

“If you want to stay, then stay, Clint,” Bucky told him. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you first came to see her,” he said apologetically. “I know she is the only family you have left besides your kids, and-”

“Maybe by blood, Barnes, but Harley and I haven’t been family for a really long time,” Clint argued softly, opening the door of the room and walking out without another word.

Bruce watched him leave before turning back to Bucky, who was looking down at his hands before running them through his hair nervously. “He’ll come around. They both will,” Banner assured him. Bucky nodded but did not respond. Pulling out a book, he leaned back in his chair and began reading, trying to find some way to keep his mind off of everything that was going on.

Bucky was so lost in his book that he didn’t notice Harper had begun to stir ever so slightly. Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light and surroundings. She gave a weak smile when she finally noticed who was in the room with her. “Well, hey there, soldier,” she said hoarsely.

Bucky looked up from his book, smiling slightly when he saw her awake. “Hey yourself, Angel,” he responded softly. “How are you feeling?” he asked as he closed his book and set it aside.

“I’ve been worse,” she joked, trying to laugh but instead wincing when pain flared through her body. “Where am I?” she questioned, confused.

“You’re at the Avengers’ Tower in New York,” he answered. “Try not to move too much yet. You’re banged up pretty good, and need to rest.”

“How’d I get here?” she questioned further. “The last thing I remember was being in a hotel room.”

“You were hurt pretty bad, Angel, and-”

“Please, soldier, call me Harley. Keep that Angel shit for work,” she cut him off.

Bucky hesitated slightly before nodding. “Alright… Harley,” he replied. “The short version, I guess, is that I found you in your hotel room in Atlanta. You were… in rough shape. You have a couple of gunshot wounds, some cuts, and scrapes, bruising, a couple of broken ribs, and an arrow wound to your right shoulder,” Bucky explained.

“Damn,” she muttered, trying to remember what happened. “How long have I been here?”

“About two weeks now.”

“Why’d you come looking for me?” Harley asked curiously.

“Honestly? I overheard Fury tell Clint that he was worried. He thought something had happened to you. Clint didn’t seem too concerned and said you could handle yourself. But you saved my life before, so, I don’t know, maybe I felt like I owed you one,” he shrugged.

“If Fury was involved, I can see how you knew what city to look at, but Atlanta isn’t exactly a small town. How’d you know where I was?”

Bucky chuckled a little, “I know you always stay in the most expensive hotel when you’re on a job. I also remembered the alias you used to use and took a shot. With a little white lie, I managed to get into your room. When I walked in, I saw you on the bed…” He hung his head as he finished his explanation.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For coming for me,” Harley added. “I know I’m not really worth saving, but thank you.”

“Youare worth it,” Bucky said firmly, meeting her gaze.

Harley smiled weakly, “You know that’s not true, soldier. You should know better than anyone.”

Bucky sighed deeply, knowing entirely too well why she felt the way she did. He also knew there was no winning the argument over the matter. “Do you know who did this to you?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I didn’t see their faces if that’s what you’re asking. But I know who sent them, and I have a pretty good idea of who the two men were that attacked me. And believe me, I am going to make them pay for this,” she swore, a fire burning behind her green eyes.

“Harley. We-”

“No, soldier,” she interrupted, causing him to fall silent. “This is my fight, mine, and I’m going to take care of it. They made the mistake of leaving me alive, and that mistake is going to cost them dearly,” she told him, determination burning behind her words.

“Harley, please. You don’t have to fight alone. You’re going to be out of action for a few months, at least. Let us help you,” he pleaded. “We can protect you.”

“No,” she shook her head adamantly. “I won’t allow you, or anyone, to put their life on the line for me. These people would give the Winter Soldier a run for his money alone, let alone as a team. I won’t let any of you risk yourselves for me,” she continued to argue.

The door to the room opened, pulling their attention away from the conversation. “Sorry to interrupt,” Bruce apologized sheepishly. “How are you feeling, Miss Barton?”

Harley offered a smile, “Been better. Been worse,” she joked.

Bruce smirked faintly, glad that she could still joke about all of this despite how badly she must feel. “There’s a couple of people who would like to see you, if you’re up for it, that is?”

She nodded, “Sure, why not.”

“I’ll go,” Bucky said quickly, standing from his chair. “I’ll come to check on you again later if you want?”

Despite the annoyance Harley was feeling at their argument moments ago, she found herself smiling at him as she spoke, “Yeah, alright.” He moved closer to the side of the bed and took her hand in his. Harley squeezed his hand lightly. “Thanks, soldier. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Harley,” he answered quietly before grabbing his book off of the chair and leaving the room.

Once he was gone, Bruce turned to her. “Are you hungry?”

Harley nodded, “A little, yeah.”

“I’ll see what I can get for you,” Bruce said. “I’ll let Fury and Clint know that you’re awake, but to give you a little bit of time before they come to see you, okay?”

“That’s fine. Thank you,” Harper told Banner as he headed towards the door. As soon as he was gone, Harley laid back against her pillow. Her eyes drifted shut after a while as exhaustion started to weigh on her tired body.

Harley awoke again a few hours later to find her brother sitting next to her bed. “Hey,” she mumbled.

“Hey,” Clint said back softly. He reached out and brushed some of her hair away from her face. “How do you feel?”

“Like a semi-truck ran me over,” Harley replied with a slight chuckle that quickly turned to a groan.

“You look like it too.” Clint laughed.

“Thanks,” Harper said sarcastically. She sighed, trying to sit up but still unable to move much.

Clint watched as his sister struggled. He’d never seen her so helpless before. She was always the one taking care of him, always there to ensure he was safe. Now, when she had needed him most, he wasn’t there for her.

Harper could see in his eyes that he felt responsible. “I’ll be fine, Hawk. Really,” she tried to assure him. “I’ve been hurt before; this isn’t anything new.”

Clint looked at her sternly. “This is different, Harper Lee.”

“First, you know I hate when you use my full name. I’m not some kid in trouble, Hawk,” she scolded. “Second, how is this any different than any other time? I’ve been shot before, I’ve had bones broken before,” Harper tried to reason.

Clint just shook his head. “Not like this. This is different.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Clint paused. He took a deep breath. “Harley, you almost died. You needed blood transfusions and surgeries. You have so much morphine pumping through you that I’m surprised you feel any of the pain at all. For fuck sake, you were in a coma for two damn weeks. And now you’re trying to brush it off because your stupid, selfish ass can’t deal with being vulnerable.”

“You’re right,” she stated simply. “But you know what else? None of that is your fault, Clint. Not one thing that happened to me is anyone’s fault but my own. So why should I take the charity of you and your friends because of my own stupidity?”

“Harley-”

“No,” she cut him off. “I get it, Hawk. You’re my brother. You feel bad because it wasn’t you that jumped to my rescue. You blew me off, and now you feel responsible for what happened. But I am not a damsel in distress. I don’t need you, or your friends, to save me. I can take care of myself.” She glared at him. “I’m stronger than you think I am.”

“I know you’re strong, and I respect that. But damn it, Harley, you don’t have to be. If you had just told me you were in trouble instead of playing your bullshit games, I could have helped you.” He glared at her, willing her to understand what he was saying.

She stared at her brother. “It’s my fight, Hawk, not yours. This isn’t some back alley fight or a bunch of aliens from outer space. This is my life, and if I can’t handle it, then that’s my problem.”

“Do you even hear yourself? This isn’t about you or your bullshit jobs. This is about you getting hurt. This is about you almost dying for fuck sake!”

Harper rolled her eyes. “I’m. Fine. Hawk,” she snapped. Her tone was angry.

Before Clint could say anything, Director Fury walked into the room. “Barton, good to see you awake,” he greeted.

“I can only assume I owe you a thank you for saving my life?” Harper asked sarcastically.

Director Fury smirked slightly. “We’ll call it a personal courtesy,” he answered calmly. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, Barton. I know you need to rest. But I have to ask…”

“I know what you want, Fury. I didn’t see their faces, but I have a pretty good idea who it was. I’m not as worried about them as I am who sent them. If they found me in Georgia, I can only assume they found Scorpio.”

Director Fury nodded. “Don’t worry about that. They are safe,” he assured her.

Harper nodded. “Thank god.”

“We need to know who attacked you, though, Barton. We need to make sure that they won’t try to come after you here at the tower. It could put all of us at risk,” Fury continued.

“They think I’m dead, Fury. They won’t try to show up here as long as I lay low until I’m healed enough to fight again,” Harper stated.

Clint frowned. “And what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not,” she glared at her brother.

“We can’t take that risk, Barton,” Fury insisted. “We need to know who targeted you.”

Harper shook her head. “Fury, this is all a personal vendetta. Against me, and you. They aren’t stupid enough to try to hit a S.H.I.E.L.D. location. That would be suicidal.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Me?”

“I did my research while I was figuring out their identity. Think about it, Nick. Who else do you think would involve Scorpio?”

He paused for a moment, hoping he was wrong. “Leviathan?” Fury questioned.

Harper glared at him. “Yes, Leviathan.”

“What are you two talking about?” Clint asked curiously.

“It is - well, it was, a Russian-based organization. They were similar to Hydra, but when they failed, the organization’s leader turned his efforts to destroying the other members of the Zodiac. I’m the last surviving member,” Fury explained.

“Then, who’s Scorpio?” Clint questioned.

“My son,” Fury replied simply. “It’s part of the reason I know your sister so well,” he continued.

Clint looked between the two, trying to decipher what they meant. “I don’t understand.”

“Fury and I met while I was enlisted. When I got out, he got me a job with the CIA working under him. But when he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., I left the agency and went rogue,” Harper answered. “He tried to recruit me, but I was making better money on my own. It didn’t seem worth it to give that up. So, instead, he gave me a job. No one knew about his kid, and he wanted to keep it that way, but Fury also wanted to ensure his son was kept safe. I still took on jobs for the highest bidder, but between jobs, I was with Marcus and his mother.”

“So, this Marcus, is Fury’s kid, andScorpio?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what mess Marcus got himself into or why he took up the moniker. I just know, I was contacted by Orion to take out Scorpio. As soon as I learned who it really was, I canceled the contract. Orion didn’t like that, so he sent people after me. The only two people that could actually pose a threat to me when teamed together.” Harper looked to her brother, her eyes pleading with him to understand.

“I thought they quit the game when they couldn’t kill me?” Clint asked, confused.

“They couldn’t kill you because you had help, Hawk. I don’t.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “But, now that they think I’m dead, it needs to stay that way until I can take care of things. If they know they failed, they will do what they can to get me out of hiding. That includes making a little trip to Missouri if they need to.” Harper’s words hit hard, causing Clint to realize exactly what his sister was suggesting.

“You’re not taking care of shit, Harley. This is far beyond anything you can handle alone. Not to mention the risk involved if you fail again. Screw your pride for once. You’re out of commission for a few months at least, so we’re helping whether you like it or not. This is no longer a personal problem for you, Harper Lee. It’s now an Avenger problem,” Clint spoke firmly, not letting her protest.

Harper sighed, knowing that arguing wouldn’t change her brother’s mind, but she hated that he was right. She’d be risking her life if she tried to go on alone. Harper knew this, she understood it, but… she still hated the idea of accepting help. She still wanted to prove to herself that she was stronger than she had ever believed she could be. She just wanted to prove to herself that she could do this, that she could defend herself against those who would attack her.

Clint left the room quickly before Harper could even agree with him. As soon as the door shut behind him, Fury spoke up again. “Are you going to tell them about the serum?”

“Clint is pissed enough. I think it’s best if I wait before I tell him,” she answered honestly. “He’s not ready to hear about it.”

“I think he deserves to know,” Fury responded. “They will all know something once they realize just how quickly you are healing.”

“Banner injected me with a second dose, didn’t he? Or at least a proper dose?”

“Your injuries were -”

“That’s a yes,” she sighed, cutting him off. “I appreciate it, Fury. All of this. I’m sorry it got to this point.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Barton. We share the blame on this one.”

Harper smiled ruefully at him. “Thanks for everything.”

“Anytime.” He nodded to her before turning and walking out of the room.

Harper leaned back against the pillows, running a hand slowly through her hair. God, she felt exhausted. She closed her eyes briefly, hoping the meds would help calm her thoughts and calm her nerves.

Chapter 11 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 8

Bucky found himself in Atlanta the next afternoon. He knew enough about Harper that he hoped it wouldn’t take long to locate her. Opening the browser on his phone, he looked up the most expensive hotel in the area. Clicking on the number, he called the front desk.

“Hello, thank you for calling. How can we help you today?” a young female answered.

“I am looking for my wife, and I’m hoping you can tell me if she has checked out yet or not?” Bucky lied confidently.

“I would be happy to look for you, sir. Can I have the last name?”

“It should be under Samael,” he told the girl. It was the alias she had always used when working for Hydra, so it was worth trying now. “I’m not sure which first name she used, but it should be either Lilith or Freya.”

There was a pause, but he could hear the clicking of the keys as the girl typed on the computer. “It looks like she is still checked in and has the room booked for another couple of days, sir,” she informed him.

“Wonderful,” Bucky said, “Can you put me through to her room? She isn’t answering her cell phone, and I just want to make sure she is doing alright.”

“Of course, sir. Just one moment.”

After another brief pause, the phone began to ring. Bucky let the tone play through a few times and then hung up. Harper wasn’t answering, which could mean one of two things. Bucky could only hope that it meant she was out of the room, but he still had a bad feeling in his gut about this entire situation. Plugging the address into his phone’s GPS, Bucky made his way to the hotel.

He approached the front desk, where a young woman stood behind a large counter. “Hi, there,” he said, trying to appear friendly. “My wife is currently checked in here. I tried her cell phone and room phone, but there was no answer. Is there any way you can help me out?”

“Oh yes, you called for her not too long ago,” the clerk said. “Let me try calling her room since we don’t usually give out guest information. If she doesn’t answer, I will make an exception this once for you.”

“Ireally appreciate it,” Bucky smiled at her. He walked over to the seating area in the lobby and waited while she called up to the room.

The young clerk tried to call Harper’s room three times over twenty minutes before giving up and creating another key for the room. Placing it in the small sleeve with the room number, she walked around the counter to the lobby and approached Bucky. “I tried calling a few times, but there was no answer,” she explained, handing him the card. “Here is a key for the room. If you have any trouble, just let me know,” she smiled at him kindly.

“Thank you so much,” he told her.

She left the lobby and went back to work, leaving Bucky alone. He quickly made his way to the room, knocking on the door first, hoping that Harper might answer. When there was no response, he used the key and opened the door, thankful she didn’t lock it with the safety locks. Bucky stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him, glancing around the room. He could tell immediately something was wrong.

Walking farther in, Bucky saw Harper laid out on the bed with blood staining the sheets. She was unmoving, and her breathing was shallow. Her skin was pale, and her usually bright blonde hair now had hints of a dull copper-red. She had been beaten pretty badly and was bleeding from multiple wounds all over her body.

Bucky’s heart ached. The Dark Angel was untouchable, just as he had been as the Winter Soldier. Seeing her so weak, so helpless, broke something in his heart that had never been touched before. He couldn’t help but kneel down beside the bed, tears pricking his eyes as he gently brushed a few strands of blonde hair away from her face. “Damn it, Angel,” he whispered with a sigh. “You’re going to be okay. I promise,” he murmured.

He stood back up, pulled out his phone, and took a seat in the chair at the small desk. Scrolling through the names in his contact list, he knew there was only one person he could call.

“What is it, Barnes?”

“It’s about the Dark Angel, Fury,” he replied.

“What about her?” the director asked.

“I found her, sir. And it’s not good.”

“Hang on a minute,” Fury responded. Bucky could hear shuffling on the other end for a few moments and then heard a door slam shut. “Where did you find her?” Fury finally spoke again.

“At a hotel in Atlanta,” he replied.

“Was she conscious when you found her?” the director questioned.

“No. She is unconscious, and her injuries are extensive.”

Fury groaned. “Is she breathing?”

“Yes, she’s alive, but barely. She is severely wounded, sir.”

“How serious are her injuries?”

“She was bleeding profusely, though it seems to have stopped for the time being, and has severe lacerations across her chest and abdomen. A wound straight through her shoulder, but I don’t know what from. She has bruises all over her as well. I don’t know what happened to her, but she’s in bad shape.”

Fury sighed. “Send me the location and room number. I’ll have someone come and collect her. Whatever you do, do not give them any information about who she is. Clean her up as best you can, and I’ll have a clean-up crew handle the room.”

“Understood, sir,” Bucky said, hanging up.

Setting his phone down, Bucky ran his hand over his face before standing and walking to the bathroom. He turned on the water at the sink, allowing it to warm up while he grabbed a couple of the small face towels. Wetting each and wringing them out, he shut off the water and walked back to the bed. Bucky gently began to wipe the dried blood off Harper’s exposed skin.

As he cleaned off her face, he heard a quiet groan escape her lips. Bucky froze. His heart was beating faster than usual as he looked at Harper. “Hey, Angel, stay with me, okay?” he whispered softly. Bucky placed his hand in hers, wrapping her fingers around his palm. “I know you’re weak, but if you can hear me, please, try to squeeze my hand. Or twitch your fingers. Something,” he begged her.

Harper tried her best to close her hand around his, only able to curl her fingers a little. Her eyes flitted open briefly, and he felt a pang of hope. “You’re okay, Angel. I need you to keep fighting for me. We’re going to get you out of here and fixed up. I promise, okay?” Harper moaned again in response, squeezing his hand as best she could.

Once Bucky had gotten her as cleaned up as he could, he set about packing up all of her things. He picked up the room and ensured everything was where it needed to be. There was a knock at the door that took his attention. Approaching it carefully, he looked out the peephole to see a pair of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on the other side. Bucky opened the door and ushered them inside.

“We’re going to take her out the back door and directly into our van. She’ll be transported to the hangar, where we will be getting her onto a quinjet to fly her back to New York. Fury said you could fly back with her, if you want,” one of the agents explained to Bucky.

“Yeah, okay. What about clean-up in here?” Bucky asked.

“We have a team coming in. Just give us your room keys, and one of the agents will check her out once the room is clean,” he replied.

Bucky nodded at him and handed the man the two room keys. The agents thanked him, carefully picked up Harper, and walked out of the room. The second they were gone, Bucky grabbed her bag and made his way to the front of the hotel. He avoided the front desk and quickly got into his car to follow the van to the S.H.I.E.L.D. hangar.

Within two hours of Bucky calling Fury, he and Harper were back at the Avenger’s Tower safe. Bruce was hard at work figuring out just how extensive Harper’s injuries were. While he worked on the scans and tests, Bucky stayed by Harper’s side, watching the monitors, waiting for any answers Banner could give him.

Clint walked into the room while a nurse was cleaning up a few more wounds on Harper. “What happened, Barnes?” he asked, concerned.

“Why do you care?” Bucky asked him sharply, looking at him coldly.

“She’s my sister. Why wouldn’t I care about her?” Clint replied simply.

“You didn’t seem overly concerned when Fury told you he was worried something happened,” Bucky snapped. “What if I hadn’t overheard? Huh? What if I hadn’t flown down there to find her? If it had been left to you, she’d be dead, Barton!”

Clint put his hands up defensively. “Okay. Yeah. You’ve got a point. But she’s still my sister. We may not like each other, but I still love her,” Clint admitted quietly. Bucky stared at him for a moment in silence before turning away. “Do you know what happened?” Clint inquired after several minutes.

“No,” Bucky said bluntly, shaking his head slowly. “I took a shot in the dark that she still used the same alias, and I knew she only ever stayed at the most expensive hotels. By the time I got to her, she was unconscious and barely breathing.” Bucky paused for a long moment before continuing. “I called Fury, got her cleaned up as best I could, and we came back here. The doctor has her in a medically induced coma, but there’s no telling how bad things are yet.”

“Shit,” Clint muttered, running a hand through his hair. He glanced at the monitors and frowned. After a few minutes of silence, Barton turned to leave. “If anything changes, let me know,” he called over his shoulder. Clint looked back at Bucky with a somber expression as he stepped through the door. “Thanks, Barnes,” he added, closing the door as he left.

Chapter 10 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 7

Harper arrived in Atlanta and parked outside the house. It had been several years since she had last seen the mother and son that resided inside. The home was dark when she entered, but as soon as her footsteps fell upon the creaking floorboards, a form appeared in the hallway between the living room and where Harper needed to go.

“It’s been a while,” said the man who appeared before her.

“Marcus, now isn’t a good time,” she warned.

The man raised his left hand, aiming a gun at Harper’s heart. “Seems like that choice is up to me, not you.”

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. “I taught you everything you know, junior. But I didn’t teach you everything I know. Just let me do what I need to, and I’ll be gone.”

“Who sent you?” Marcus questioned.

“No one fucking sent me,” she scoffed. “I’m here to get something, that’s it.”

His finger slowly moved off the gun’s trigger, relaxing only slightly. “And just what would that be?”

“That’s my business, not yours.”

“So you’re not here for me? Or my mom?” he questioned.

“No. I’m not. You know damn well, if I was here for either of you, you’d both be dead already. I wouldn’t be standing here making small talk with you.”

He looked away from Harper, lowering the weapon and placing it back in its holster. “So why are you here?” he asked.

“The safe in the office. I just need to get something out of it. Then I’m going on my merry way,” she answered.

“How do you expect to get in? My mother has the key hidden, and neither of us knows the code.”

“I have the code, dumbass. Otherwise, I would have shown up when I knew your mother was here. Not when I thought the house was empty.” Harper took a few steps toward the hall where he stood. “Now, are you going to let me get what I came for? Or are you just going to cause a problem?”

Marcus stepped aside, allowing Harper to walk down the hallway to the office. “What’s in there that you need so badly?”

“Nothing you need to know about,” she stated. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to be quick. The longer I’m here, the greater the risk to you… and your mom.”

Marcus watched Harper until she disappeared around the corner and into the room. It wasn’t long before she reemerged, tucking something into the pocket of her jacket. She paused briefly at his side to pat his shoulder as she passed him. Once she reached the front door, Harper turned back to face the young man. “Listen, Marcus…” she started, locking eyes with him. “You’re like a brother to me, and you know full well I would never let harm come to you or your mother. I don’t know what kind of shit you got yourself caught up in. Hell, I don’t think I want to know. But promise me something, alright?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. “I guess?” he replied, not sure of the question.

“Promise me you will reach out if it gets too bad? Your mom knows people to call. They can help protect you both.”

Marcus nodded his head, “I promise,” he assured her. “But what about you?”

“Keeping you two safe is the reason I can’t stay now, nor can I have contact with either of you until I know this threat is squashed. I know damn well that whoever you pissed off has someone tracking me, even if they’re doing a shit job of it. That’s why I have to get back to New York before they can find me here.”

He studied Harper’s face for another moment, trying to read some sort of emotion that he couldn’t see. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of her words. She had always been cryptic, and he never really knew how much she meant by anything she said, but he could tell she meant everything this time. He trusted her. That’s what mattered most in this situation. “I understand,” Marcus told her. “Be careful.”

“Always am,” she assured him with a smirk as she walked out of the house.

It had been five days since Fury had seen Harper. He wasn’t expecting her to reach out once she had acquired the serum, but he had thought someone would have mentioned her visit. While sitting in his office, he decided to call once again.

“Hello?” a man answered.

“I’m looking for Nia,” Fury replied.

“Sure, just a second.”

Fury could hear some shuffling before a woman spoke up. “Hello?”

“Nia, has the Angel arrived yet?”

“She was here two days ago. As far as I knew, she was heading back your way. Why?” Nia asked.

“I haven’t heard from her. Not that I expected to, but what she said before she left has me wondering.”

“Nick…” her voice trailed off. He could hear the worry in her tone, though.

“I’ll figure it out. Just stay alert. When I know more, I’ll fill you in,” Fury told her, hanging up the phone without another word.

Fury sat there for a moment with a troubled look on his face. Things like this didn’t typically phase him, but knowing the people involved made this situation different. This was a possible threat to people he cared deeply for, not just friends and colleagues.

Standing from his desk, Nick walked out of his office and down to the archery range. He found Clint working with some recruits and called him into the empty hallway to speak with him. “It’s about your sister, Barton,” Fury began.

“What about her?”

“How much do you know about her life?” Fury questioned. Barton looked at Fury in confusion. “Let me put it this way,” he tried, “Before a couple of weeks ago, when was the last time you saw her?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Close to fifteen years. Why?”

“She was in my office last week, wanting that serum. She said there was someone after her,” Fury said.

Clint rolled his eyes, “There’s no one that could be a threat to her.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Barton. Someone, or something, has her spooked enough to seek me out.”

“Look, Fury, with all due respect, Harley has made more than her fair share of enemies through the years. I’m sure she is fine and just said what she felt she needed to say to get what she wanted,” Clint insisted.

As Clint and Fury continued their conversation about Harper, Bucky approached from a side hallway. Before he could turn the corner, he heard the two men talking. Stopping in his tracks, Bucky stood with his back against the wall and listened.

“Barton, your sister was last seen in Atlanta two days ago, and there has been no sign of her since. I’ve got a bad feeling that something happened to her,” Fury explained.

“And that makes it my problem how exactly?” Clint responded. “Just because she is my sister doesn’t mean I would go on some wild goose chase to find her because of some ‘bad feeling.’”

Fury sighed heavily; he couldn’t argue with that. “Look, I just want to make sure she’s okay. If she isn’t, then we might need to think about how to protect ourselves,” Fury reasoned.

The two men stared each other down for a few seconds before Clint turned around and headed back towards the range. “I’m sorry, Fury, but I can’t help you,” he said as the door shut behind him.

Bucky let out a breath and walked down the hall, back the way he had come. He knew the Angel, and he knew Fury. If something had the two of them worried, it wasn’t anything good. Bucky knew Clint wouldn’t do anything, not until it was too late anyway. Still… he couldn’t shake the idea that something terrible was going to happen, if it hadn’t already…

Chapter 9 –Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 6

Fury opened the door to his office, flipping on the light as he stepped inside. He seemed unphased as the light revealed someone sitting in his chair at the desk. The stranger had their head tipped back and hands behind their head, eyes closed, and their feet kicked up on the desk with their ankles crossed.

“To what do I owe the visit?” Fury asked.

“I just have some questions… Director.”

“Those questions wouldn’t have anything to do with the files that you copied from S.H.I.E.L.D. servers, would they?” He stepped further into his office, closing the door behind him.

“They might.” The person lowered their feet to the floor and sat up in the chair.

Fury stood at the corner of his desk. “Then allow me to ask a question first,” he began. “Are we playing fair?”

“That entirely depends on you, Fury,” the visitor shrugged.

Nick took his weapon out of its holster and placed it in the center of his desk. The visitor stood, placed a knife on the desk and walked around to the other side, allowing Fury to take a seat in his chair. “What questions might you have, Barton?” he asked.

“I want to know where the vials from Project Gladiator are,” Harper answered.

Fury sat back in his chair. “You won’t find them,” he responded.

“You really believe that?” she challenged.

“I can assure you,” Fury answered, leaning forward onto his desk, “That no one can find those vials.”

“I think you underestimate me,” Harper stated flatly.

“What do you want them for?”

Harper smirked. “That’s my business.”

Fury sat up straight again. “It’s going to come out, either way, Barton.”

“Maybe,” she agreed, “But on my time, not yours.”

“So… you want it for yourself,” he reasoned.

“Never said anything to the contrary, did I?” She asked.

“No,” he confirmed. “But you know as well as I do that there are plenty of people who would love to get their hands on those vials.”

She took a seat opposite him, resting her arms on the desk with her hands clasped. “You’re right; there are. But none of them matter. I’m not doing this for the money. Now, we can either do this the simple way, and you just give me what I want. Or we can do this the fun way, for me anyway, and I take what I want. The choice is yours, Fury.”

Fury sighed, knowing that he couldn’t win an argument against her without giving something away. “Let’s be honest, Barton. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already have an idea of where the serum is. So you don’t actually need me to give you thatinformation.”

“Fair point,” she acknowledged.

“Why come then?”

The young woman smirked again, leaning back slightly. “Call it a professional courtesy,” Harper shrugged.

“I see,” Fury nodded. “Is that why no one has been hurt?”

“Yet…” she clarified. “No one has been hurt yet.”

Harper kept her eyes locked on Fury. She could tell he was trying to process all the information he had thus far. His eyebrows furrowed, thinking about how to proceed. Eventually, his shoulders relaxed, and his gaze became less serious. “Alright, Barton. Let’s make a deal.”

A smirk crept on her lips again. “What sort of deal?”

“Call it a personal courtesy,” he countered. “You get what you want, and no one gets hurt in the process.”

“What’s in it for you?” she asked.

“Answers, Barton. I want answers.”

Harper sat up in the chair, folding her arms over her chest. “How specific do these answers have to be?”

Fury looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. “Specific enough that I can justify what I’m agreeing to.”

She nodded in agreement. “Fine. But only out of respect.”

“Fair,” he replied. “Why do you want the serum?”

“Personal use,” Harper replied shortly.

“Personal for yourself?”

“Yes.”

Fury nodded, understanding. “What for?”

“Call it precautionary.”

“And why would you need any sort of safeguard?”

Harper sighed, “What are we doing, Fury? Playing twenty questions?”

“You could give me the short version if you’re in a hurry,” he offered.

Harper considered for a moment before responding. “Someone contacted me to take out a target. They wanted me to take down someone going by the name Scorpio. I took the job without question.” She watched Fury’s eyes widen slightly. He knew exactly who she had been sent after. “Once I found out this Scorpio’s real identity, I changed my mind. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t realize the reach the original contact had. Now… the hunter has become the hunted,” she explained.

Fury raised his eyebrows slightly. He had known Harper for many years and never knew her to be the one under attack.

Harper continued, “There’s not many that can do my job better than me, Nick. You know that better than most. I can’t take that risk this time around. Not without a safety net.”

Fury sat quietly for a moment. Then he nodded in agreement. “What happens next, Barton?”

Before she could answer, a knock on the office door interrupted them. A voice came through the door, “Director Fury?”

Fury looked towards the door. “Yes?”

Agent Hill opened the door, just enough to poke her head inside. “Sorry to interrupt, but they’re back, sir.”

Fury nodded, and Hill closed the door. He turned back to Harper, “Unless you want to see your brother again, I’d suggest heading out the same way you arrived.” He wrote some information on a piece of paper and handed it to Harper. “I’ll let her know to expect you.”

Harper took the paper and offered a respectful nod before standing up and quickly leaving the office. Fury sat in the silence for a while, taking in all the new information. He didn’t like the thought of Harper, or anyone, having those vials, but he was sure that he chose the lesser of two evils this time around. Besides, he owed her one for turning the job down. The least he could do was help her survive the consequences.

Fury stood from his chair and left his office, locking the door behind him. As he walked the halls toward the briefing room, his mind was racing with the possibilities of who could have Harper concerned enough to seek out his help, even if it was just to confirm what she already knew. And who had tried to hire her in the first place?

Fury walked into the large meeting room, took a seat at the head of the long table, and looked around at each team member seated around him. “So,” he began, “What did you find out?”

“Well, sir, I know who has been breaking into the different S.H.I.E.L.D. locations,” Clint spoke up first.

“And it is?”

“My sister, sir,” Clint answered.

“Do we know what she is looking for?”

“Not entirely. We know she wants information on something Laura worked on when she was with S.H.I.E.L.D., but aside from the name of the project, we have no idea what it is,” Clint said.

“She wants information on something called Project Gladiator, sir,” Steve added.

“It was a project intended to try to replicate the Super Soldier Serum. After some setbacks, Laura succeeded in not only making the Super Soldier Serum but a combination serum as well. Laura and I were the only ones that knew about that accomplishment,” Fury explained.

“What could she possibly want with that?” Natasha asked. “She seems to be going through a lot of trouble if she just wants it to sell to the highest bidder.”

Fury looked between the three Avengers, not wanting to reveal more than they needed to know. “I couldn’t say. Did she mention if she is working for anyone?”

“No. Not directly anyway. She mentioned something about a client, but there’s no telling with her if it was just empty words or not,” Clint replied.

“This isn’t going to be a problem for you, is it Barton? Possibly having to take down your sister?”

“No sir,” he assured. “She and I haven’t been on the best of terms in a very long time.”

“Good,” Fury stated. “Let’s keep our guard up then until we figure out exactly what her intentions are,” Fury instructed.

“Yes, sir,” the trio answered in unison.

Once Fury was back in his office, he locked the door and sat at his desk. After several minutes of debate with himself, he picked up the landline and dialed a phone number.

“Hello?” a woman answered cautiously.

“I’m sorry to call you like this,” Fury replied.

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’m calling to tell you that the Dark Angel will be stopping by. Whether or not she’ll stop when you are at the house, I don’t know, but she is picking up something.”

The silence on the line lasted for what seemed like an eternity. “Are we still safe with her?” the woman finally asked.

Fury hesitated before answering. “I trust her,” he said.

A small sigh could be heard from the other end of the line. “That doesn’t answer the question?” she pressed.

“The Angel won’t do anything to hurt you, you know that. I’m sure she will make it a point to show up while you’re both away. She is taking something from the safe, and that’s all,”  Fury told the woman.

“Okay,” she agreed. There was no arguing against him. The woman knew he would never lie to her. “Thank you.”

After hanging up, Fury stared down at the phone for a moment. I hope I’m not wrong.

Chapter 8–Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 4

Laura stood in the kitchen, quietly making dinner as she listened to the children play outside. She could see them from the small window above the sink as she washed a few dishes.

“Hello, Little Bird,” a voice spoke behind her.

She turned around quickly, coming face to face with a woman she hoped she would never see again. “What are you doing here?” Laura asked, feeling behind her for something to use as a weapon.

“No need to get hostile,” the woman said, putting her hands up in defense. “I just thought it would be nice to meet my niece and nephews, is all. Maybe see my sister-in-law again.”

“Harley… How did you find us?”

“I have my ways, Bird. You know that.” Harper took a seat at the small table in the kitchen. Her calm demeanor and honest eyes trying to ease the tension in the air.

Laura shook her head, turning back around to continue cooking though keeping her guard up just the same. “What do you want, Harley? I mean, what do you reallywant?”

Harper sighed heavily, looked down at the table, and then back up at Laura. “I told you, I just want to meet the kids,” she answered sincerely.

“That’s bullshit, and we both know it,” Laura stated calmly, turning her head to try to get a read on the woman sitting at her table.

“I promise,” Harper insisted. “Look, my niece and nephew are teenagers, not to mention your third kid is damn close to starting school, if not enrolled already, and I’ve never met any of them. I haven’t had any family in a long time. I want to change that,” she explained.

“I… I can never tell when you’re lying to me, Harley. But fine, you can stay for now. Just know, if you so much as look at one of my kids wrong, I will end you.”

“Of course, momma bear,” Harley agreed with a smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Laura shot her a quick glare before opening the small window and calling for the kids to come inside. They entered moments later, each wearing a confused look on their faces as they spotted the stranger in their home. “Kids, I’d like you all to meet someone,” Laura began, motioning towards Harley. “This is Harper Lee. She is…” Laura paused, thinking of how to explain this.

“I’m your aunt,” Harley cut in.

“Why have we never heard of you before?” the oldest boy asked.

“It’s a long story,” Harley answered. “But, I’m here now, so what do you say we start off on the right foot, huh?”

“And how do you expect to do that?” he asked.

“Well, first, why don’t you tell me your names?”

He let out a sigh, “I’m Cooper.” He gestured to his sister, “This is Lila. And our brother is Nate,” he finished, gesturing to the last child in the room.

“You can call me Harley. It’s nice to meet all of you finally,” she smiled at the three children.

Laura watched as they interacted briefly, never taking her eyes off Harper. “Why don’t you guys go wash up for dinner?” Laura suggested softly. The children nodded happily, walking off to wash their hands.

Once the children were out of earshot, Laura turned to Harley, “I don’t know what game you’re playing. But don’t act like their friend, if you intend to abandon them, because-”

Harley held her hand up, “I’m not going to do anything to them. Believe it or not, Laura, I’m not the heartless monster you and my brother seem to think I am.”

The five of them all sat around the larger table in the dining room, quietly enjoying a meal together. The kids talked about school and sports, and Harper answered some innocent questions about herself.

Once dinner was over, Harper helped to clean up the dishes and even helped the older two kids with their homework. Laura was surprised, she had expected something terrible to happen, but Harley kept to her word so far.

After the kids did their homework and put everything away from dinner, Harper decided it was the right time for her to head out for the night. “I should be heading back to my hotel,” she said.

“Do you have to?” Lila asked.

“I’ve put enough stress on your mom today,” Harper replied. “But don’t worry, I’ll come back tomorrow to visit again.” She looked up at Laura, who was still cautiously watching her former sister-in-law interact with her kids. “As long as that’s okay?”

Laura looked at her kids, who were all waiting patiently to hear an answer. Finally, she nodded. “I guess that would be alright,” she finally answered.

Harper smiled at Laura and gave each of the kids a hug before leaving the house. This is easier than I thought it would be, Harper thought to herself as she got in her car, waving goodbye to the kids as she drove off.

Harper arrived at the farm a little before the kids were due home from school the next day. She knocked on the door, waiting until Laura answered it. “Hey,” she greeted, “I figured if I came by early, I could maybe help you with some things before they get home.”

Laura looked at her skeptically. “Help me? Why would I want your help?”

“I told you yesterday. I’m not the monster you think I am. I’ve changed, Bird,” Harper stated as she followed Laura into the house.

“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t believe you, Harley.”

“Believe me or don’t, it doesn’t matter to me,” she shrugged.

The two women set to work in silence - picking things up around the house, sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, regular everyday tasks that Harley hadn’t done in a very long time. With the help, Laura got dinner going and finished before the kids ever arrived home.

They all ate dinner together later that evening, chatting idly. The kids took turns talking about their day, telling stories, and making jokes. As Harley watched the kids, a small smile formed on her face as she listened to them talk.

Once everyone had finished eating and had cleared the table, the kids went to work on their homework while Laura and Harley cleaned up the dishes. With everything finished early and the sun still out, Harley suggested they all spend some time outside. “I know I just kind of showed up yesterday, but I brought a gift for each of you kids today,” she said.

“A gift? Really, Harley, you… you didn’t need to bring anything,” Laura said hesitantly.

“Yes, I did,” she replied. “I wanted to. They’re in the car, come on,” Harper urged.

The kids hopped up and ran off outside, following Harley to her car. Laura trailed behind slowly, not wanting to ruin a moment for the four of them but always skeptical of Harley.

After opening the trunk of the car, Harper pulled out a large bow and a quiver, “This set is for you,” she said, handing it to Cooper. She pulled out another set with a slightly smaller bow, giving it to Lila. Nathaniel stepped forward, looking into the trunk next to his aunt. “Don’t worry, little man, I got one for you too,” she said, pulling out a small plastic toy bow with a small quiver holding plastic suction cup arrows. Harper couldn’t help but chuckle a little as the little boy squealed with excitement.

“Really, Harley, you shouldn’t have,” Laura said, trying to sound grateful but failing miserably.

Harper walked over to Laura, “The arrows all have plastic tips so that no one can get hurt. Clint and I started when we were barely older than Nate is now. Besides, this is the only thing I know. Might as well keep the skill in the family, right?” she joked gently.

Laura didn’t reply but instead smiled weakly. “Alright then, I suppose I’ll allow it.” She turned away from Harper and headed back to the house, leaving the kids with their aunt and new gifts. Once inside and out of earshot of Harper, Laura took out her cell phone and called Clint.

Clint answered by the second ring. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

“Hey, are you busy?” Laura asked.

“No. No. Just going over some files, but it’s fine. Is everything okay?”

“I think so,” she said. “You just didn’t tell me that your sister would be stopping by the farm.”

“What?” Clint questioned, worry filling his tone.

“Well, I assumed you told her where we were…” Laura began, suddenly even more concerned than she had been the last two days. “But from the sounds of it, you had no idea.”

“Did she say what she wants?” he asked.

Laura paused briefly, glancing out a nearby window to see Harper showing Nate how to hold his little bow. “She showed up yesterday and said she wanted to meet the kids.”

Clint’s heart dropped. “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered quietly.

“What does she really want, Clint?” Laura asked softly.

Clint stayed silent for a moment. “I don’t know, Laura,” he admitted.

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Laura asked. “Do you think she’s safe around the kids? I mean, so far, she seems like an entirely different Harley, but I can never tell with her.”

Clint sighed heavily. “It’s not the kids I’m worried about. She won’t hurt them, that much I know. She wants something from you, Laura.”

“What do you mean?”

“Harley targeted S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities all down the east coast. She took any file that so much as mentioned your name. We don’t know what she is after or what she is doing. But you know my sister. If she’s going through all this trouble, it’s nothing good,” he explained.

“Has she hurt anyone?” Laura asked.

“No.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?!” she yelled into the phone.

“I’m sorry. I thought we could handle it,” Clint tried to explain.

“Handle what? Your sister? Are you kidding me, Clint?!” she snapped.

“Look, we’ll be there tomorrow, and I’ll take care of it. Okay?” Clint pleaded.

Laura relented. “Okay. I trust you,” she said, sighing heavily as she ended the call.

She hung up her cell phone, throwing it onto the couch beside her. Laura sat on the sofa and rubbed her hands down her face in frustration. “Damn it,” she cursed, running her fingers through her hair. “I knew it was too good to be true…” she mumbled under her breath.

Chapter 6–Masterlist–Taglist

Chapter 3

The elevator chimed, and Clint stepped out into the main room of the Avengers’ tower. The others had already arrived and were sitting on the various sofas and chairs around the center of the room. He could hear Tony throwing a fit, complaining about something, and arguing with the others.

“If nothing was taken or destroyed, I don’t see what the issue is, Stark,” Bucky stated.

“Because I don’t like knowing someone was going through my shit, Barnes, that’s what!”

“What’s going on?” Clint asked as he approached the group.

“Someone managed to get into the tower last night,” Steve told him.

“Shit,” Clint said softly. “Any idea who it was?”

“They left this,” Natasha slid a piece of paper across the table toward him.

“Damn it,” he said under his breath, looking at the same symbol he had seen in the photographs.

“Have something you’d like to share with the rest of the class, Barton?” Tony questioned, seeing Clint’s expression.

Looking up and seeing everyone staring at him, Clint placed the file he held on the table. “Um, well,” he began, taking a few of the pictures out and spreading them out. “It’s the same symbol that was left at every S.H.I.E.L.D. location that’s been hit,” he explained.

“Do you have any idea what it means?” Sam asked.

Clint leaned back in the chair he had taken a seat in, running a hand over his face. “Yeah,” he began, “Unfortunately, I do.”

The team sat in silence for a few minutes, expecting Clint to continue, but he never did. “Well? What does it mean?” Tony pressed.

Barton looked at each person in turn, taking in their expressions. “It’s-”

Before he could tell them anything, the lights flickered and went out. The room was plunged into darkness, save for the dim glow of the cityscape below filtering in through the window wall, though it wasn’t enough to make out anything of importance. They all stared at one another, not quite sure of what had happened.

“Fuck,” Clint muttered under his breath.

“What’s going on, Tony?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, Rogers,” he replied. “But maybe Barton could give us some insight?”

“Well, well, well,” a voice spoke from the shadows. “Am I disturbing your little party here? My apologies, I guess my invitation got lost.”

Most of the team stood quickly, taking up a stance ready to fight. Barton, on the other hand, remained in his seat. He knew where this was headed.

“Who are you?” Steve called out.

“Depends who you ask. Some will say I’m an angel, sweet as can be. Others? They say I’m a devil,” the intruder responded. “I’ve been called a misfit, a schemer,” the stranger laughed a little. “I’ve even been called a traitor,” she snarled.

“Who are you?” Steve repeated.

“Why don’t we find out together?” the voice responded, still hiding.

“Or you could just tell us,” Tony quipped. “Save us all a lot of time.”

“Oh, I don’t mind wasting time,” came the response, though it sounded as if they had moved.

Everyone went quiet for a moment, looking around the darkness to try to figure out where the intruder had gone. After a minute or two, the sound of footsteps moving against metal drew everyone’s attention to one particular spot.

“Why does it always have to be a game?!” Clint called out. He could hear the person walking on the walkway above where the team stood. “Just tell us what you want. I know who you’re looking for, and I promise you won’t find a damn thing in the files you’ve taken.”

“Oh, Hawky. I don’t need the files for that. My client, on the other hand, will have a field day with some of the stuff I found,” she answered.

“Clint?” Steve looked at the archer, “Is there something you’d like to tell us?”

Clint looked at everyone through the pitch black, knowing they were all staring back at him. He couldn’t read their facial expressions, but he could tell they were waiting patiently for an answer. Before he could give one, though, the lights flickered back on and revealed the stranger standing on the platform overhead.

She was dressed in black, with gold accents, a quiver of arrows on her back. She had already lowered her hood; her blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“I know you,” Bucky spoke up. “You’re the Dark Angel.”

Steve turned to look at Bucky. “Who?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone.

“She’s known as the Dark Angel, at least to Hydra. She’s an angel of death.”

“Come again?” Tony looked at Bucky in disbelief.

“An angel of death? Arguably the best assassin around. Never misses a shot, never leaves a target alive,” Bucky continued, ignoring the shocked looks on the faces of everyone else in the room.

Tony was speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence. “How… How do you…”

“We worked together on certain… jobs,” he explained before Tony could finish his thought.

“Good,” she finally spoke again, “Now, you all know me, and I, of course, know you. So what do you say we-”

“No,” Clint cut her off, “No games. I’m done with the damn games.” Finally standing from the chair, Clint walked forward and stood in front of the team, looking up at the woman. “You owe me an explanation.”

“I don’t owe you shit,” she snapped in reply.

“You break into S.H.I.E.L.D. locations, leaving that damn symbol in the debris. Then you hack into Stark’s security just to leave another damn note behind. Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked.

“If it was obvious, I wouldn’t be wanting to hear it from you,” Clint growled out.

“Fine,” she shrugged. “Stark’s security? Was just a fun challenge. Proved to myself I could do it, though, huh?” she chuckled. “As for the little ‘notes’ I left behind? I knew you’d see them. I gave you a chance, Hawk. Before anything happened, I gave you a chance. But you couldn’t be bothered. So, now I do it my way,” she explained.

“What is she talking about, Barton?” Tony demanded. “Who the hell is she?”

“She’s his sister,” Nat answered before Clint could try to skate around it again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that right,” Tony started. “You wanna run that by me again, please?”

“Nat’s right,” Clint admitted, nodding in the woman’s direction. “She’s my sister. And that symbol she left behind everywhere is one we made a long time ago when we were kids. A way for the two of us to communicate, let the other know we were alright without speaking… and eventually without even seeing each other,” he explained. “The circle? It’s a halo for her. The whole angel bit is one she had long before she went rogue. The arrow is for me.”

Harper watched the team as they looked at Clint in disbelief. “But why would she leave it at each location?” Sam asked.

“She was telling me it was her doing the damage. We aren’t exactly on the best of terms,” Barton admitted.

“What does she mean that she gave you a chance?” Steve questioned.

Clint sighed, “She stopped at my house before she ever hit the headquarters in D.C.”

Harper couldn’t help the smile that crept across her face. "You know,” she spoke up, “I just came to say hello, knowing you all would be here. But watching you turn on my dear baby brother? Is so much better.”

Steve stepped forward, narrowing his eyes as he glared up at the woman in front of him. “No one is turning on anyone.”

“No offense, Cap, but you don’t seem very intimidating,” the woman stated. “I mean, you play frisbee, that’s it. And your archer there can’t even hit me. What makes you think any of the rest of you would even stand a chance?” She smirked at the team, clearly enjoying herself.

“What do you want, Harper Lee?” Clint asked. “Just tell me what the hell you want so we can be done with this,” his tone almost begging.

“What do I want? Well, see, I already got all I needed from S.H.I.E.L.D.. So now? Now, I want to go visit some family that I haven’t seen in quite a while, baby brother.” She looked down at Clint with a smile.

“You don’t even know where they are, Harley,” Clint replied coldly.

“Of course I do. I know everything, brother,” she grinned again. “I really should be going, though. Got lots of things to do, places to be.” She laughed as the lights flicked, causing the room to go dark yet again. “See you later, Hawk!”

When the lights came back on moments later, she was gone. The team stood in silence for several minutes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. “You have some explaining to do, Barton,” Tony finally spoke up.

“Yeah,” Clint mumbled in agreement. “I guess I do.” He took a seat in one of the chairs, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

The team sat around in silence for a while, deciding the best way to approach the situation at hand. As usual, Tony was the first to break it. “Alright, I’ll say it. What the hell, Barton?”

“Look, I know,” Clint replied. “I’m sorry, alright?”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a sister?” Steve asked.

“Didn’t seem relevant, I guess,” he shrugged. “It’s not like we’re close. Until Harley showed up at my house, I hadn’t spoken to her in years. Like I said, we’re not exactly on the best of terms,” he explained.

“Why not?” Thor questioned.

“Harper Lee… Harley and I fell out when we were younger. We had different paths we wanted to take. She’s resented me ever since,” Clint answered.

“There has to be more to it than that, Barton. She’s your sister,” Bruce stated.

Clint sighed and said, “She got jealous… when we were teenagers. Our mentor chose me over her, and she hated him for it. But she never forgave me for going along with his choice,” he explained.

The team listened intently to his explanation, but Steve was the one who spoke next. “You two were kids, and he made a choice, not you. So, why would she be upset about that?” he questioned.

“Because she was better. And we all knew it.”

“Better how?” Natasha asked.

“From the get-go, there wasn’t a shot Harley couldn’t make. It wasn’t just archery either, give her any weapon, and she could wield it like a pro.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “But she was fed up with the life we had. She wanted something more, something better. So, Harley got her G.E.D. and joined the Army for a short stint.” Clint sighed heavily but continued with his story. “At one point, I thought she was dead. Learned that was a load of shit when Nat and I stumbled on her working with Hydra almost fifteen years ago.”

“So she decided to join Hydra to get back at you, for shit that happened when you were kids? That doesn’t exactly make sense, Barton,” Tony shook his head. 

“Nothing she does makes sense, Stark. It’s always a game to her. If it made sense, it wouldn’t be Harley,” Clint rolled his eyes.

“She doesn’t work for Hydra, Stark,” Bucky spoke up.

“What do you mean? You’re the one that said you two worked together,” Tony turned to him.

Bucky nodded, “Yeah, we did.”

“Then how can she not work for Hydra?” He questioned.

“The Dark Angel is a freelance assassin. She’d work for S.H.I.E.L.D. if they paid her enough,” Bucky explained. “They would hire her for certain jobs, but she isn’t solely Hydra.”

“Why not?” Tony questioned.

“Because she has no interest in staying in one place. Like she used to say, ‘an angel of death goes where they are needed,’” Bucky answered with a shrug.

“So she just wants to kill people?” Steve asked.

Bucky sighed. “Not just anybody. She only takes jobs that she agrees with.”

“Look, this isn’t helping a damn thing!” Clint exclaimed. “What my sister has done before has nothing to do with right now.”

Tony let out an annoyed huff. “Fine. So what do we do about it then? What is her plan? Do you happen to have any insight on that, at least?”

“If I knew what she was planning, I would have stopped her, Stark,” Clint bit back, annoyed. “All I know is what Nat discovered,” he added, nodding in Natasha’s direction.

“And that is?” Bruce asked.

“The agent files that she took all have some connection to Clint’s ex-wife, Laura. She was an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D. several years ago and worked on a few projects. But she retired when she and Clint got married,” she explained.

“Do you think she’s looking for something to do with her?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. But what, I don’t know,” Clint sighed.

“What projects did your wife work on that would be of any interest to your sister?” Tony inquired.

“Ex-wife,” Clint clarified before shrugging, “And I don’t know. We never talked about work stuff.”

“You don’t think she’d actually try to find Laura, do you?” Natasha asked.

“There’s no way she could. I don’t have her information saved anywhere, and S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t have her information anywhere either. For her safety and the kids.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration yet again.

“Maybe, but there’s no telling how long your sister has been planning this. Especially since we don’t know what she is planning,” Bucky pointed out.

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Chapter 2

Three days had passed since Fury had informed the team of the attacks on the S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities. Whoever was doing the damage seemed to have taken a break from their efforts.

Clint had kept to himself for the most part since finding the symbol in the photographs Fury had given him. Barton hadn’t mentioned to anyone what he discovered, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong about what he saw.

By day four, Natasha was getting a little concerned. She found Barton in his small office, still staring at one of the photos. Walking in, Nat closed the door behind her and quickly took a seat at the desk opposite Clint. “Alright, spill,” she said flatly.

“What?”

“You have been unusually quiet the last few days, holed up in this office that you never use, and you’ve done almost nothing except stare at these pictures. There’s nothing there, Clint.”

“I really want that to be true, Nat. But…”

“But nothing. Just tell me what is going on with you and what is so bothersome in those photos that you won’t even talk about it. You know that you can talk to me about anything.”

Clint looked up at Natasha, taking in the sincerity and care she tried so hard to show in her eyes. He pushed the picture across his desk to her. “Look. Look close. Tell me what you see.”

She glanced at the image in front of her, shaking her head, “I’ve seen all of them. There’s nothing there, Clint,” Nat repeated.

“It’s not something that’s going to stand out. It’s not a drawing or an item left behind. Look at the mess, look at the detail, Natasha,” he pressed.

Nat sighed and picked up the photo, her eyes scanning it for any small detail she could make sense of. Clint watched her face as she stared at it. Natasha frowned, “There is nothing here, Clint, I don’t understand -” she started. Before she could finish, her mouth dropped open slightly, and her eyes went wide.

Clint couldn’t help but smirk a little, an ‘I told you so’ look forming on his features. “Found it, didn’t you?”

“It’s been years, Barton. It can’t be…” Nat trailed off as she shook her head, “This isn’t possible.”

“Those shapes aren’t made by accident, Natasha. It’s there for me.” Clint sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Nat sat up, leaving the picture on the desk. “So what are you going to do? You know you can’t handle this alone.”

“That’s just it… I don’t know what to do,” Clint groaned, running his hand through his hair, his mind racing.

“Why not tell Fury? Maybe -”

“Because,” he cut her off, “This is myproblem.”

“Not anymore, it’s not,” Natasha argued. “Those are S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, S.H.I.E.L.D. academies. This stopped being your problem after that first building was hit, Clint.”

“Yeah… Well…” Clint grumbled, knowing Natasha was right. “Look, just don’t say anything yet, okay? Give me two more days. If I don’t have a plan by then, I’ll talk to Fury,” he tried to reason.

“Fine. You have forty-eight hours. Then I make it everyone’s problem,” Nat agreed.

He could tell she wasn’t happy about it by how she walked out of the room. “Nat,” he called before she could close the office door. She looked back inside briefly. “Thank you,” Clint muttered.

She nodded once, closing the door behind her.

The next evening, Clint sat at home wracking his brain to figure out how he would talk to Fury and the rest of the team. At this point, he had no real choice in the matter. He had to tell them something, at least.

There wasn’t a single other clue left behind to point Barton to what the assailant’s next move might be. There was nothing to say what they were looking for, where they would hit next, or even if they would hit another location. The only thing left for Clint to do was try and come up with a plausible excuse for his lack of response.

Clint stood up from his reclining position on the couch. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Typing out a message for everyone to meet at the tower the next evening, Barton sent it before he could think twice about it. Making his way to the kitchen, he found a glass and poured himself a drink. He sat down, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, staring at the golden liquid before him. How the hell am I going to explain this to everyone?

Taking a sip of his drink, he felt the liquid burning his throat when a soft knock on the door caused him to jump slightly. Looking over at the clock, he noticed it was nearly midnight. He sighed, standing up and walking towards the door. His footsteps echoed loudly in the silence of the night.

Opening the door, he let out a breath of relief to see Natasha standing on the doorstep. He stepped aside, allowing her entry into the living room. Closing the door behind him, Clint turned to watch her walk to the center of the room. “What is so important it couldn’t wait?” he asked, almost annoyed.

“We need to talk. Now.” Nat looked at him, worry etched on her face, something Clint never saw often from her.

“About? We talked about everything yesterday,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow as he walked back to his drink, trying to sound unimpressed.

“I was going over the files that the assailant took. Only, they weren’t taken. They were just copied and then hidden in the systems. The agents’ files, Clint. The former agents’ files that they took? It’s all information on someone specific,” Natasha explained.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Natasha paused, thinking about just how she should tell Clint. Finally deciding on just being straightforward, “Clint, it’s all information on Laura.”

Clint froze mid-step as a sudden wave of dread washed over him. The words hit him like a truck. “No,” he muttered. “No, there’s nothing on her file anymore. There’s nothing -”

“All her past work is still in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s database, Barton. It’s just the current events since her retirement that S.H.I.E.L.D. kept off the record.”

Clint took another step, feeling numb and hollow. His heart thudded painfully in his chest. “You’re sure?” he choked out, unable to speak.

Natasha nodded, “Anything with even a mention of her was copied from the different locations. The stuff on other agents was either somehow connected to her or was copied as a shit attempt at a cover.”

"Damn it,” Clint cursed, “Fuck. This doesn’t make any sense,” he mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. There was no denying things now. He had to tell Fury, and the team, everything.

Chapter 4 –Masterlist–Taglist

College Gemini Locations

A/N- These are all the loactions that may be featured in College Gemini, or may be refrenced in there, heres how I picture them and a little discription of them. Enjoy!

Coney Island- The boys (Bucky and Steve) used to go there a lot when they were kids, and love to take their dates there, win them prizes, and all the cute stereotypical date stuff. They haven’t been back since they’ve started college, and since Bucky started dating Dot. The Avengers have plans to go and hang at the beach when the sun sets after a full day of riding rides and playing games.

Shield’s- This is The Avengers go to club, they always have a good time partying there. They never encounter trouble and every one of the staff members loves them and Gemini, they always have their VIP reserved even if they don’t show up. The staff always love to hang with them when they party.

Hydra’s-This club is not the Avengers’ first choice, they always seem to get involved in stuff, people trying to start fights with them, trying to get them kicked out. The place is rumored for some nefarious things a lot of people getting arrested there. They tend to avoid Hydra’s, they only really go if they have to when they want to party. (IE when Shield’s is closed or rented out for events)

Mel’s- This is the Avengers hang-out spot outside of college, after clubbing and partying. They’re always down to get some greasy burgers and milkshakes, especially after a night of dancing at Sheild’s and need to soak up the alcohol they drank at the club. Good thing Mel’s is open 24/7.

Howard’s-Tony Stark’s family diner, named after his dad, it’s run by his mom and dad, mostly by his mom when Howard is teaching at the college. It’s right next to the college, if you can’t find the Avengers on campus, they’ll most likely be there in their back corner booth, shooting the shit and eating, or even studying in some cases. It’s a great place to hang with friends, this is a place they always recommend when people ask. They make the best cheesy fries and milkshakes. Just don’t sit in the Avenger’s booth, momma Stark will get mad you’re sitting there.

Asteroid M’s-  The Avengers’ favorite place to go besides the bowling alley and the roller rink. They love the mini-competitions they have, who can get the highest score on Pac-man or some of the games. The best thing is it’s right next to Mel’s and the owners don’t care if you bring take out from Mel’s in there. Y/N / Gemini is saving her tickets to get the big prize of a brand new Nintendo 64. She vows she’ll get it, and she will fight anyone of her friends and people to get it.

Asgard’s- Another place where the Avengers like to go, they love to put on their skates and go. It’s where they can feel like they’re flying, on and off drugs. Y/N sometimes goes but not when she has school work. Gemini loves to go and sometimes she partakes of the white powder they do sometimes. The place is trippy and so retro, especially on their 70’s disco night. The place is owned by Professor Thor and Loki’s family.

The Garden Bowl- This is Y/N / Gemini’s favorite bowling alley, it’s on the other side of Asteroid M’s, and the Avengers love to go there on some Friday nights when they turn off the lights and turn the neons on. Everything glows! Y/N likes this place because her aunt owns the place, her aunt is like her mother, plus her aunt is one of those cool aunts that lets you do everything. She, the aunt, lets the Avengers and Y/n smoke some green there and chill if they share with her. Y/N’s aunt lets them shut down the place and bowl with no one there, as long as they want, and lets them drink there all they want.

The Raft- The Avengers like to go here after a long week at college instead of going to Shield’s they go to the drive-in movie. It’s called the Raft because there are 4 movie screens, playing 4 different movies at once. The girls like to load up into Y/N’s / Gemini’s VW bug and meet the guys there, parking at the back of the lot in front of one screen, so they can smoke in peace. They lay out blankets and lay in the grass beside their cars and binge on pizza and beer that they brought into the lot, while they watch the two movies of the night. If the first movie they picked was followed by one they didn’t like, they’d move to a screen that had a movie they did like or haven’t seen before.

Hey guys, so I decided that I’m going to do something, that I really haven’t done before but I’m interested in doing. I’ll be having a character ama with the characters from my College Gemini fic series. So go ahead and ask away, just use the tag College Gemini if you want to read already asked questions. Also my poll is still up! Click here to vote who the pairings for this fic will be so far Steve Rogers is in the lead, and I’ve already got the characters picture out in my head for the 90’s