Something is wrong.

Clint sat up in bed, gun in his hand before he was fully awake. The room was dark and quiet. A gentle breeze floated in through the window, ruffling the curtains slightly. Everything seemed okay, so why did he feel so anxious?

"Laura," he said, shaking his wife gently. "Wake up."

"Hm? Clint? What's wrong?"

"I don't know," he said, climbing out of bed. "But something's not-"

"AAAAAIHHH!"

Clint was down the hall to the kids' room in a flash. Broken glass from the window littered the floor. Nathaniel's crib and the two beds were empty.

"Cooper! Lila!" he yelled.

"DADDY!"

Outside, two people were running across the dark lawn, one holding Lila and Nathaniel and the other struggling to hold onto Cooper. They were headed towards some sort of plane parked on the far side of the field.

Clint raised a prayer for safety as he leapt through the window and landed on the kids' trampoline below. Years of acrobat training took over as he tumbled through the air and landed on top of one of the assailants.

He, Cooper, and the kidnapper tumbled to the ground as the other person barely paused before they kept running.

It was hard to see in the dark, but Clint had the distinct feeling that this person was not human as he punched their face and his fist came back slimy. The grass was slick with dew and he was having more trouble than he cared to admit holding onto the assailant (and his gun).

"Coop! Get back to the house!" he yelled as he struggled to incapacitate the perpetrator.

"But what about Lil-AH!" Cooper's hand flew to his neck and he slumped to the ground as some projectile hit him.

"NO!" That momentary distraction was enough for the other person to kick the gun away from him and hit him in the gut, leaving him winded and buying him enough time to pick up Cooper and get to the plane.

Bang! Bang! A pair of gunshots rang out from the porch as Laura shot after the kidnappers, but it was too late.

Clint watched as the plane rose from the ground and as it hovered there, he suddenly realized that it was not a plane. It was a freaking spaceship.

He watched helplessly as it jumped to warp and was gone, leaving the farmstead as quiet as it had been before.

A/N: *jazz hands* tada! Uh, so yeah. Hope you guys liked this little prologue. Thanks for reading and please review!