Forget me not- The screams coming from within Clint Barton's mind were not caused by Loki's control. Instead Loki finds a scar on the arche'rs brain were something is trapped and trying to break free. Sending healing to that portion of the brain sets in motion a new battle within Clint as memories of someone long forgotten struggle their way to the surface. A crossover with Mission Impossible featuring Clint Barton and William Brandt .

Scene 1- Clint and Will aged 8 years old

"Please you must help me", the woman had tears in her eyes and a passion that could not be ignored within her voice as her hand gripped around his bicep. Although he was moved the doctor shook his head with a force that rattled his teeth, "they are only boys madam, it would be not be ethical", he told her firmly. The response was the woman collapsing upon her knees in front of him and sobbing more forcefully. Her hand grabbed at his trouser leg and she looked up at him. "I have to do something", she gasped.

The doctor looked through the one way glass at the cause of her misery, two normal looking boys playing in the next room . One was dressed simply in jeans and a tee shirt, the other was dressed up in a costume with a quiver of bows and arrows at his back. That was not unusual as many boys enjoyed playing games about being super heroes. He reached down and pushed her hands off his leg.

Maybe it was this woman who had an issue, perhaps she was even unstable and he should call someone to deal with her. That thought froze in his mind when he saw the costumed boy take an arrow from his quiver and attach it to his bow .He then fired the arrow in a rapid blurring succession at a target far across the room. It hit dead center . "There you can see what he can do", the woman's voice shook as she watched her son. "I gave him that bow a few months ago and already he can do things like that. At first I thought it was just luck but then I researched archery some more and realized how good he was. His arrows go so fast that I can not even see them and he hits the target every time. He is my son and I love him but it just seemed…",she buried her head and sobbed again, "unnatural". She looked up at him again and he could see the worry etched upon her face.

This was a woman who was deeply afraid. Her hands reached up again grabbing his white coat and gripping it intently. It felt like it was going to be ripped apart by her grip. There was something in her gaze that hinted of something frightening to come. He found himself mental toughening his mind to listen to what she had to say next.

Now her voice tingled with sorrow and fear. "I tried so hard to keep what he could do a secret. But he loved archery so much that he was soon in the local park firing at all sorts of things. His abilities drew the attention of the wrong sort of people .He was approached some unsavory sorts, the ones who deal in the pain and death of others They asked his name and where he lived. He ran over to me and together we made for a more populated area. I know they followed us so we spent another two hours winding through street after street before they lost interest. . Men like that would only be interested in him for one reason doctor , to train him to become a killer just like them. These are the type of people who can give anyone nightmares". She stopped speaking and stood quietly awaiting his opinion.

The doctor had to admit her words had affected him , he could sense her fear and knew she had already suffered many nightmares. She was only coming to him now because she was desperately afraid. It was the type of fear that made him pause. Caution made his words sound harsher than he intended. "I understand why you are afraid madam but why are you think that making them undergo this surgery will help. From what I understand they only want one son and not the other",he concluded.

His eyes followed hers toward the other boy who was identical to the one with the arrows. He was in a way saying let them have the one who is an archer, at least you still have the other. It was rather lame but it was a solution that made more sense to him than making both boys undergo radical surgery.

She just gave him a look that said, 'are you stupid' and he knew her words would now be filled with anger.

"Thankfully Will doesn't have a talent like Clint's", she told him through half gritted teeth ." It does not make him safe. Clint does not want to have any part of those mens life of crime". So they will want leverage to get him to cooperate. Will would be the perfect choice. I am filled with terror over what they could do to him". Her whole body shook as she said those words ,the tremors had a force about them that made him wonder if they were caused entirely by fear. " Her next words confirmed that thought." Even though we escaped their attention that time I know I cannot keep my boys safe forever. You see Doctor, I am dying . Soon my boys will have no one else in this world. I know I am the last barrier between those men and my Clint. Even though I will tell him to run I know he cannot escape them forever. But they will not have both of my sons, nobody will".

"If you carry out the surgery they will forget each other existed. Then I will send them both to different states to live and hope it is a very long time before anyone goes looking either of them".

"Those men must already know Clint has a brother", the doctor questioned. "Yes they know. But they will not be able to touch him if they do not know where he is. I would do anything to keep them safe doctor, pay any price", her eyes burned with the intensity of her words. Suddenly this petite woman in front of him was frightening. He did not know her name and he did not want to but he knew the passion within her was permanently burnt within his brain. He could not forget what she looked like now as she pleaded with him.

"I have given every thing I own to rewitre both of their lives. "Soon they will be in different states with new identities". There will be no record of who they are of where they are." It will keep them safe for awhile." But that will not be enough if they know each other exists. They have a strong bond that will draw them together again. They must have this surgery". She twisted the cloth of his coat forcefully tightening it painfully against him.

With haunted eyes she looked back at Clint and watched as he made yet another perfect shot. As he put his bow down his brother came up to enfold him in a hug. It was one of those scenes that brought a lump to the throat . She knew she at least had a chance as she made her final plea. "Please doctor at least give them both a chance of a life free from the influence of those who would hurt them'"

Sucking in his breath the doctor let her emotion hit him with its full force. He admitted he felt swayed though the shadow of his own children loomed over his decision. In his mind he could see their faces contorted with pain as they watched him being taken away. He had no other choice than to say, "I cannot face the possibility of getting caught because it would place my own family in danger".

Falling to her knees again the woman curled into a fetal positon. It looked like she might die right there on his floor. He reached down for her hand but she flicked it off. Turning away from her he walked to his desk pulled out a piece of paper and began to write. He could see the woman still lying on the floor ,a low moan was coming from her lips. She was probably going to be surprised when he said, "I cannot help you, but I know someone who will".

It was almost like he had performed some type of magic. The woman came off the ground with a speed that shocked him. The pained expression had gone from her face and hope had taken its place.

She took the paper from him. "Please destroy this after you are finished with it", the doctor requested.

"Of course", the woman agreed. Then with bold strides she marched from his room collected her boys and was gone.

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"Where are we going now mommy", Clint questioned as he and Will skipped together down yet another darkened alley. Their mother had told them so many times not to go out into the streets after dark that it seemed strange that they were doing this. "To see a friend", came the reply.

Not totally reassured the two boys followed along, both were feeling increasingly tired and wanted to be back home.

Ahead of them their mother seemed to be searching for an address. Surely if this was a friend like she claimed she should know where they lived. Clint could feel that something was not right. He had a tingling sense that told him of danger . All his senses were like that, heightened and aware, that was why he could hit any target with just one shot not matter how far away it was. To him it was like it was in front of him. There was something not normal about those senses he realized. It made him different from his brother. He stood out from the crowd and others were aware that he was special. He had a feeling what they were doing tonight was related to the differences within him. But he did not speak his thoughts out loud instead he grabbed his brothers hand and held tight.

Finally his mother was opening a door and beckoning them forward. Minutes later they were standing in a small room alone while their mother talked to a tall man.

This one was different to the other doctor, he simply listened to what she requested and asked, "do you have the payment". "Yes",she said. He nodded and told her, "I will not bother going into the reasons why you are doing this. People who come to me are usually desperate for a reason I don't want to know about. I will tell you one thing, this procedure is not reversible. It essentially means destroying the part of their brain that contains memories of each other. They will be lost to each other forever." There is also a chance other memories will be lost as well." They may not remember who you are".

The woman shook again. That was the worst thing she had heard so far. For a second her resolve wavered. She turned away .When her body began to shake more violently she pulled open her purse and swallowed some pills from a bottle. They only helped a little. She knew in her heart that she was running out of time. Others thought what she was going to do was callous. But she could feel something bad coming fast toward Clint and knew that ultimately this was Will's only way to escape. If they forgot who she was then so be it.

"Do it", was all she said to the doctor. Her resolve nearly failed minutes later when both boys were strapped to beds in a crude theatre. Clint and Will wiggled within their bounds, their eyes wide and frightened. "What's happening mother", Clint begged.

She had to tell them because she could not deny them that final goodbye. "No', their dual screams filled the room. Now she closed her eyes tight not wanting to watch as the boys struggled violently against their bonds. The doctor approached them and injected them both with a strong sedative.

Clint could feel his senses failing one by one. He turned his head toward his brothers bed and focused his eyes upon him. Will's eyes met his. With a force he did not know he was capable of Clint tore one arm free. It felt heavy, like some lead balloon and useless to use as a means of escape. All he could do was hold his arm out toward his brother. "Don't forget', he screamed with all the force his failing senses could muster. Then as his thoughts became more fuzzy he could hear more screams around him , they reached a shrieking intensity before they finally faded away along with everything else.

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Scene 2 Loki- set during the avengers

Loki could reach out and feel the mind of the man whose mind he held prisoner. Clint Barton also known as Hawkeye was a complicated individual. He had some talents that would be very useful to Loki and of course Loki would not hesitate to use him. As his thoughts patrolled Bartons mind he found something curious, a scar upon his brain. Wondering if this scar could affect his control of the man Loki looked closely. He almost withdrew seconds later when this intense screaming passed through his own mind.

A deeper probing discovered the screaming was coming from within the scar. It was like something was trapped and trying to get out. It was an intriguing puzzle to Loki. Not wanting anything to stop him from his goal Loki reached out his mind and touched the scar. He felt the pain of the screams echoing around him. What ever had done this to the archer had caused damage to parts of his brain. It would not be something human medicine would ever be able to help. But then of course he was not human. So he simply reached out and began to smooth out the area to promote healing. This would simply make it easier for him to control this human without the emotion ebbing from around the scar touching his own mind. Eventually the human's brain would totally recover and allow whatever was trapped within to break free. Unfortunately Clint Barton was not going to live long enough to recover the knowledge trapped within the scarred portions of his brain.

A few hours later Loki had to take back his thoughts as he felt Barton's mind ripped from his own.

CHAPTER 1

Clint sat upright in his bed with a scream dying upon his lips. It had been that dream again. He'd feel himself strapped down onto a bed with a man holding a needle standing over him. When he turned his head away from that man he saw someone who looked identical to him lying on another bed. He was not an adult in this dream being around 8 years of age. His arm was out reaching desperately to reach that other boy . Seconds later that boys mouth opened and he began to scream .

At that point he'd always wake up covered in sweat screaming himself.

"Its just a manifestation of how helpless you felt when your mind was controlled by Loki", the doctor he'd talked to since his 'incident' told him. That made a kind of sense but there were other aspects that did not," what about my age", he'd asked the doctor ,"why am I so young". "It's because as a child we feel more vulnerable than we do as adults. In your mind you were a young child again powerless to do anything", came the doctors wise reply.

He supposed that was correct but he'd had many nightmares since Natasha had broken him free, this was the only one that repeated over and over. Slowly sliding himself out of the bed Clint left the bed room and made his way toward the kitchen.

There he fixed himself a hot black cup of coffee. "Nightmares again Clint", the voice did not make him jump. Everytime he came out to the kitchen after a nightmare, he'd find one of them there. Many people would envy him for having such a powerful group of all the combined power of the Avengers could not take these dreams away.

"Do you want to talk about your nightmare", Steve Rogers asked gently. He was not as pushy as the others when it came to trying to get details. Clint was thankful for that. Sometimes he just did not want to talk about what Loki had done to him.

"It will get better my frined , just give it some time", Steve told him. From some peoples lips that comment would have sounded rather lame. But Captain America was a man who had his own nightmares. Clint could only imagine what it was like to wake up to find many years had passed. Most of Steve's old friends were dead. At least Clint had not gone through something like that. Yeah you only tried to kill all your friends. That unwelcome thought intruded upon his mind. "It was not really you who did that Agent Barton, it was Loki." Many people had told him that over and over. He placed that thought in his mind again and told Steve, "it is just a dream, in time it will pass".

Steve smiled and patted him on the knee. Even though the conversation was over and he had declared that he'd be fine he noted that Rogers did not leave.

If Clint had looked in a mirror he would have known why. His face was pale which only highlighted the dark rings around his eyes. The gauntness to his features was a testimony to losing some weight.

Steve was worried about him and Clint knew he was not the only one. Natasha followed him about almost constantly even refusing some missions to be by his side. He decided that all the attention was a little too much. What he needed was a mission to keep his mind focused on something other than Loki.

Deciding he was going to talk to Fury right now Clint hurried off toward the showers without an explaination to Steve.

It was about 1 hour later that he was standing in front of Fury's desk . "I really just need something to do other than stand still", he told his boss.

Fury had in fact the perfect mission lined up for Clint. He had been hesitating giving it to the archer as the doctor who was counseling him since his incident with Loki had recommended that Clint be kept off duty a little longer. But it seemed like the length of time Clint was being restricted from duty was stretching out longer than necessary. Nick was aware of the fact Clint was having nightmares but was sure the archer could handle a few bad dreams.

He decided that sending Clint on a mission may be the best way to prove to both the archer and his doctor that things were back to normal. Looking Clint up and down, Fury noticed the dark circles around the archers eyes. It made him pause for a second and decide that before he sent Clint out he'd just run him over the practice field for awhile.

"Go downstairs and run yourself through course A", he ordered Clint. That course was the toughest one they had and usually Clint passed it without breaking a sweat. Not bothering to argue Clint hurried downstairs eager for all the tests to be over so he could get back to work.

He found himself smiling as he entered the testing grounds, he was going to break his last highest score and prove to everyone their concerns were groundless. Loading his bow with his first arrows Clint began to fire as the computer generated enemies closed in around him.

in his office Nick Fury was smiling, it seems the others were worrying over nothing Clint's move were flawless and he was adding a little artistic flair to his shots just to show the others that he was still the best with a bow. Nick brought up Clint's file on the computer and made ready to type the orders that would return Clint to duty. He still kept watch on Clint's performance and expected the rest of his training exercise to go smoothly. Which was why what happened next was such a shock.

"Don't Forget", the words came from nowhere screaming loudly within Clint's brain. They were off such intensity that his next shots fired harmlessly into the walls instead of hitting his enemies. He could feel his hands shaking as he tried to correct his mistake. But it was too late, two missiles hit him straight in the chest and the alarms around him went off.

They indicated that he had failed in a spectacular way. If this was real life he would now be dead. He lifted his hands to his head, "go away", he yelled as he shook his head firmly. "No", the word screamed both in his mind and from his lips. Never before had he had the remnants of a dream touch him when he was awake. It was scary . Looking up towards where he knew Fury was watching he knew there would be not be going on any mission.

Indeed Fury was also feeling afraid as he watched Clint shake his head and scream. Thor had assured everyone Loki's influence was gone. But it was obvious something was still going on that was affecting Clint's performance.

Nothing was ever easy where Clint was concerned but all Nick Fury could do was get him more help and hope that things were going to get better.