Second Chances

Disclaimer: I don't own anything...or anyone...in the Avengers. Only in my dreams : )

Authors Note: This story just wouldn't leave me alone...so i had to post it. LOL

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Steve looked up just as the arrow struck his forehead, he frowned and pulled the plastic arrow with a suction pad at the end from his head. It made a popping sound when he pulled it off.

Glancing towards the hallway he couldn't see anyone but he knew exactly who it was…Drew Barton.

He couldn't help smile at the kids antics, he was in to everything and even talked more than Tony, if that were possible. The boy was only six years old, he had lived at the tower with the rest of the Avengers for the past five years. Steve sighed deeply as he though about back then, when they had found him.

It wasn't really a happy memory, especially for Clint.

5 years earlier

Fury stormed into the Avengers tower, he bypassed everyone and headed straight for Clint. The archer looked around at everyone as they all thought the same thing, what the hell had he done now.

Fury had pulled him aside and told him they had news about his brother Barney. Clint's eyes had immediately darkened and Natasha being his partner had already started making her way towards them. She hated that look and would do anything to take it away. Sometimes she just wanted to shoot Fury, the man just seemed to know when everyone was feeling good, relaxed and happy, then show up and blow it all to hell.

Barney had been spotted in Manhattan and he thought Clint should know, he knew the history between the brothers. He also knew that Barney was a criminal not just his attempted murder of his own brother but in getting involved with all the wrong people and most of the ones he got involved with were the ones SHIELD were trying to bring down.

Clint had gone on lock down, showing no emotion whatsoever, it was like Loki all over again. Natasha had pleaded with him to talk to her but even she couldn't get through to him.

It had ended quickly though. The team, without Clint's approval had followed him to his brothers location and what they found was not what they had expected.

Clint was kneeling next to his brother with both hands covering what looked like a bullet wound to the chest, blood seeped through his fingers as he tried to keep the precious liquid from escaping. The others entered and Bruce went straight into doctor mode.

Barney didn't make it, but his last words to his brother were, "bet you wish you got here first?" Clint's hate fuelled rage had dissolved when he saw his brother, covered in blood, dying, he realised then that they were nothing alike, because Clint still cared, even with all the hate and anger he felt, Barney was still his brother.

Barney has whispered something to Bruce before the light disappeared from his eyes, Clint broke down, throwing his beloved weapon across the room, it crashed into the wall with a loud bang.

That's when they heard it. Crying.

Tony and Steve had gone to check while Natasha tried to get through to her partner. When the guys walked back in carrying a baby boy, about a year old, Natasha was gob smacked.

Bruce walked over to Clint, put his hand on his shoulder in comfort and told him what his brothers last words were. Look after my son…Drew.

Clint had looked up at the baby in Steve's arms and his eyes widened. The kid was his double, blue eyes and dirty blond hair. And when he finally noticed Clint, the little boy smiled and reached his tiny hands out to him.

And that was all it took. Clint in three strides had scooped the boy into his arms and started talking to him, telling him everything would be alright. Then he started humming a song he remembered from when he was little. The other Avengers had smiled and knew at that moment, they had another Avenger joining them.

Present Day

Steve smiled remembering the 3am feedings and nappy changes, then the one time Tony was left with Drew, he had ended up pee'd on, poop'd on and spewed on. Everyone had laughed so hard there were tears, Tony hadn't found it funny at all and told them he wouldn't watch the kid until he could eat, pee and poop on his own. Then marched to his room for a shower.

Steve stared at the plastic arrow with a smile on his face, Drew was so much like Clint it was scary. He placed the arrow on the table and made his way to his room. The young archer had already took him out.

He wondered if Drew had managed to sneak up on the assassins yet. That would be a sight to behold.

He made his way silently through the halls of the Avengers tower. Keeping close to the walls and peeking round corners as he reached them for any activity. He glanced down at his high-tech watch that Tony had made especially for him and saw two blue dots in the training room, that would probably be Uncle Clint and Aunt Tasha. Another blue dot was on the floor above him, that was probably Bruce. Tony was on the floor below tinkering with his cars or the Iron Man suit. And he's already managed to take out Steve with an arrow to the forehead.

He clicked the button on his quiver and grabbed an arrow, he had his own foldable bow and snapped it out to its full form as he made his way toward the gym. He was like a shadow, blending in with the background and made his way to the door where the two blue dots were.

Already knowing if he pushed the door open they would hear him, he crouched down next to the vent near the floor, he was just a big a fan of the vents as his Uncle was. Tony had even made a few so they were easily accessible for the younger Barton. Clint was fine with this as Jarvis would always be able to tell them where the youngster was.

He opened the panel and folded his bow away and climbed inside. He moved through the vent for a few meters and stopped when he reached another panel with slats. Opening them slowly he watched in awe as his Uncle and Aunt sparred with each other. Both of them flipping and spinning around each other, any hits that managed to connect were brushed off easily. Drew knew they probably did hurt but they were that used to it that it didn't even bother them. He hoped one day he'd be just as good.

Reaching back he grabbed the bow and snapped it back out again, aiming the arrow at the back of Uncle Clint's head he breathed deeply and waited for the right time to fire.

The two assassins were starting to tire, they had sparred for over and hour and both were covered in sweat from the workout. Natasha managed to get the upper hand when Clint seemed distracted for a second, she used this to her advantage and Clint quickly found himself staring up at the ceiling. Natasha frowned at him and was about to ask what had him distracted when her quick reflexes kicked in and she caught the plastic arrow midair, an inch from Clint's head.

Clint looked at the arrow then narrowed his gaze at the vent. "Drew…." He was smiling as he sat up though.

He could already hear the kid retreating out the vent. He jumped to his feet and followed, Natasha stood shaking her head at the two. They really were as bad as each other.

Clint spotted Drew disappear round the corner and took off in a sprint to catch up. As he rounded the corner he was caught off guard, Drew stood facing him with his arrow draw and ready to fire.

Drew smirked, Clint grinned. The older Barton ducked and flipped to the left as the arrow passed over his head, then he ran forward ducking into a roll as another arrow flew by his face. He had to admit he was damn proud, the kid had skills. Another arrow was fired towards him and he sprung backwards on to his hands and flipped upside down, landing in a crouch.

Drew couldn't help his jaw hanging from his Uncle's lightning fast moves. He grabbed his last arrow and started backing up, he froze when he bumped into something hard. He knew he was in trouble when he looked at his watch to see a blue dot flashing right behind him. With his own lightening fast moves he ducked and twisted round before sliding between Tony's legs and coming up behind him on his knees. The arrow loosened and smacked Tony in the right butt cheek before he even managed to turn round.

Clint burst out laughing and grabbed the boy in a hug. Then swinging him in the air and smiling at the joyful whoops he gave while holding his bow up like a trophy.

Tony stood rubbing his injured cheek and glared at the two. "Really? How old are you?"

Clint just shrugged as Drew answered the question. "I'm six years old Uncle Tony and your just really old, your even starting to forget things."

Tony glared. "I'm not old…..I'm a young thing, in my pride….just ask Pepper." He waggled his brows suggestively.

Both Barton's scrunched their faces up. "Ewwww….." They said in unison before laughing and heading towards the kitchen.

Tony looked up to the ceiling before following. "What did I do to deserve this…..?"

Shaking his head and heading after the two Barton's, Tony couldn't help be awed by the boys skills, he was glad Jarvis had it all recorded.

He'd just watch it later.

The End...?