Steve was confused, very confused. The last thing he remembered was fighting the latest surge of enemies which were some form of alien that actually fit the sterotype of small green things with multiple eyes. He was on ground level with Natasha, like usual, Thor was also on ground level but not on the same street, Tony was flying around taking out as many as he could, Hawkeye was on one of the many tall buildings, and Hulk was just smashing. He had just killed the last of them on this street when the body of alien landed next to him with a thunk. He looked up and saw Hawkeye fighting about 20 that stormed his rooftop. He was definately winning though and he was just about to kill the last one when it exploded with a poof.

Nothing happened at first and Steve could see Hawkeye staring in confusion at where the alien was standing not thirty seconds ago. An invisible wave shot out from that position and all the Avengers dropped to the ground.

That was five minutes ago and Steve had just woken up. He could see that Natasha was waking up but he didn't know about the others so he asked through the comms.

"Is everybody alright?"

Thor, I am alright.'

'Iron Man, I'm fine.'

Steve expected no answer from Hulk but luckily he was close when the wave went out and he could see see Bruce sitting on the ground looking around confused. When Hawkeye didn't answer he got worried, he was right next to the start of it after all.

"Hawkeye, do you copy?"

As an answer all he got was some frantic breathing.

"Tony get a trace on his comm unit." Steve didn't know if he was still on the same roof.

'He is on the rooftop on your right. I am on my way but you will get there faster.'

Steve didn't even wait till Tony finished what he was saying before he took off at a dead sprint to the building and up the stairs. He burst out on the roof top and was frantically searching for Hawkeye that he totally missed the huddled body in the shadows. He took a step forward then heard a whimper. He cast his eyes down to the source of the sound and found a skinny little boy with blond hair curled into himself. Steve took a tentative step forward and stopped when he heard another whimper. He squatted down so he wouldn't seem so big and held his hand out which he immediately regretted when the boy shrunk back into himself.

"Hawkeye?" He asked. When he got no answer he used his real name.

"Clint?"

"H-How do you know my name?"

Tony took then to dramatically land next to him making Clint shrink even farther back into himself if that was even possible. Tony took one look at the little boy and took a step back.

"Wha- How- Hunh?"

"It appears that the aliens deaged Clint." He gestured to the child stuffed into the corner.

"W-Who are you guys?"

"You don't remember us?" Tony asked bewildered and obviously Clint thought he had done something wrong because he looked down and apoligized saying it wouldn't happen again.

Steve crouched back down, "Hey, it's fine. I am Steve," He said with a smile, "and this is Tony." Tony gave a kind of awkward smile.

Clint's eyes finally started to register his surroundings and took in Captain America. Steve saw him perk up a little bit, "You're Captain America." He practically shouted in glee then instantly went back to his worried state. "Sorry for shouting."

Tony saw the change and instantly saddened with him, he must have had a tough childhood to have to apoligize or everything that he did.

"Hey you don't have to be sorry for being loud, trust me I am one of the loudest people you will ever meet." By then the rest of the team had climbed onto the roof which made Clint uneasy. Thor was the last to arrive and seeing him and all his hugeness was the last straw and he just fainted.

"Is that Clint?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, it appears that the aliens magic wave has taken him back to being a child. We better get him back to the Avengers Tower." Worried and confused faces surrounded the boy.

Clint was out the whole way back and Natasha sat next to him watching him the whole time except for when she threw some worried glances out the window.

"I am sure he will be fine, Lady Natasha." Thor tried to comfort her.

"I am not so sure, he had a very rough childhood."

"And now he is taken back to that time." Steve said shooting a worried glance at Natasha.

As the quinjet landed Clint came back around.

"Where did we fly to?" Apparently he had been awake for awhile just listining.

"We flew to our home, we are your friends."

"You're my friends?" He covered his mouth with his hand and opened his eyes wide as if he said something rude.

Tony chuckled, "You have already grown up and through magic you were made a kid again." Clint didn't look like he believed him and he looked like he was about to run, stealing glances at the back of the jet and his feet were fidgeting. Steve held out his hand to take and obviously Clint was offended by that so he undid his seatbelt, got down from the chair and walked out by himself with the rest of the team following. He walked through the door into the tower and by the time the team had entered he was gone.

"God, he's even like that as a child." Tony stated which earned a glare from Natasha. "What? It's true." Tony defended.

Bruce sighed, "Let's just find him."

Clint knew they were going to find him but he really just needed to sort things out if not escape. He ended up on the roof swinging his legs off the side, the last thing he remembered was scrounging around in a dumpster for food and now he was in some fancy new tower with of all people, Captain America, the hero from the 40s. Clint couldn't tell if he was having a dream or not and he didn't know if he wanted it to be. He felt the presence of someone behind him and without looking talked to them.

"How did you find me?"

"You always did like high places." It was the pretty girl with the red hair, she seemed to be the most affected by him.

"Were we close before I..." He left it unsaid.

"Why do you think that?"

"You are the most affected by me. I could see the worry in your eyes on the rooftop, I could hear how scared you were about the situation in your voice on the plane." Clint slowly turned around to face her and he could see the surprise on her face. She didn't move any closer which he was glad for.

"Yes, we were close, you were my best friend, had been for over 10 years."

"Do I have to go back now?"

"I think we should, don't you?" She asked and he returned it with a nod.

When they came to the living room everybody was there and Clint stopped in the doorway, he hated being the center of attention. Everybody was staring and he was starting to panic. He was searching their faces for the hate, anger, and judgment he knew he would find there. He stopped when he landed on the Captian's face, all he saw there was curiosity and worry. For some reason Clint wanted to trust him which was a big no-no because he was a stranger. He had come across people like him that practically sweated trust but then when you finally did they stabbed you in the back, literally and figuratively.

Steve studied the boy, he was about 11 and had blond hair that was longer and shaggier than the older version. His blue-grey eyes were large and looked like they held a lot of experience, more then a kid his age should have. Instead of wearing Hawkeye's suit, he was wearing what he was wearing what he was at whatever time he was brought back from. The clothes were... well used? They were old and too big, had holes and cuts, they were stiff and dirty like they hadn't been washed in a year. Steve didn't even know if his shoes could be called shoes, they were 2 sizes to big and were the rubber from the bottom and then duct tape with a little fabric thrown in there.

"Hey, Clint. We have been talking about this and we think that you should stay here with us until we figure this whole thing out, what do you say?" Steve asked.

He stared at them all for a full minute and then answered carefully, "Ok."

A/N: I know that in Hawkeye's past he stayed in the circus for longer but I liked the idea of him living on the streets by himself. Also, this was originally going to be a one shot but as I started writing I just kept getting all these ideas. Is it any good? Oh and I don't own the Avengers or anything recognizable.