A/N: I'm making some cahnges because I keep Fitz-Simmons together, it's for the best.

CHAPTER ONE:

"Now i will be unstop-" A blast of blue light and the renewed cybertech, cyborg had impolded in a million peices.

"I found it, knew it was in here." Coulson, Agent of SHIELD, said, walking out with a Hydra death ray.

They all went up to the Bus and loaded in, had their reunion with Simmons and Fitz, and Fury had just given Coulson Director-ship of SHIELD to Coulson. Though there was one more thing Coulson wanted to know.

"I'll be off soon." Nick Fury said, as he packed the little things he did have up into a small bag.

"One more thing." Coulson said. "Barton and Romanauf? Are they... are they behaving?" It was an odd question, and his teammates gave him odd looks, save malinda may, but he had to knew. He knew what it was like to have something sift through your mind, but he didn't know what it was to be mind-controled by the same alien septor that ripped his heart in two.

"They took it pretty hard. 'sspecailly Barton, but they are fine, last time I checked. Might want to check in on them though. Romanauf joined the CIA, something new, but Barton. He was in the middle of an op, and I haven't heard him surface." Nick said.

"Where was he posted at?" Coulson suddenly got on edge, Barton my look tuff and bad-ass, but he was just a kid with a bad-past. He was barely 25, being a soilder at 16, and a SHIELD agent at 17. Was at a circus before then, and orphanges before that. He origanated in a bad home too.

"Middle-east." Fury said, and Coulson groaned, making his team look at him weirdly again. "Yeah, he wasn't so thrilled himself."

"No kidding." Phil huffed. "We should go see if we can uncover him, get his sorry ass back to Romanauf, and makes sure he stays there." Fury nodded, and then he vanished, not really, but it felt like it.

"So, you know birdy?" Trip laughed, but receiving a deadly glare from the new Director of SHIELD.

"Hawkeye? I was his Handler, I brought him in, and I'm gonna find him." Coulson said.

"Woah, you mean like, shoot-shoot-arrow-guy? You where his handler?" Skye asked.

"Yep, technically I still am, but since I died...well. I was also Black Widow's handler, but Clint was her S.O." Coulson explained with a wave of his hand. "And if Barton hasn't reported from the Middle-East, than something is wrong. May, set the corrdanices. Skye, we need those corrdences." Clouson said.

Oh how Phil Coulson was right. Clint Barton, about two months earlier was in Stark's tower, working out with the Caption, when hs phone started to buzz like crazy.

Mission: Iran, Tehran, patental hostils, stake out only.

The text stared up at the world's best mark's man.

Wheel's up in 16.00

The phone buzzed again, three hours.

"Was that from SHIELD?" Steve asked, whipping none exstant sweat off his brow.

"Yep, I've got to go to the Middle East, least favorite place in the world." Clint huffed.

"Have fun." Steve said, glad it wasn't him.

That, like was said before, was two months ago. Clint Barton is still in Iran, underground, and freezing. Water dripped from his hair, sending chills down his back. His feet were raw and his body covered in cuts and bruises. He had multiple broken bones, and my have a minor concussion, but it was steadily growing bigger.

He was tied to the ceiling, his hands over his head, and the rest of his body, naked body, in a gaint tube of cold iced water, with ice cubes floating in it. He had been there for three days straight now. It was also his only source of water.

"You are strong." A man's thick voice wondered up to his hearing aids. Clint wished they weren't water proof, so they would have stopped working. "Most break within the first day."

"I'm not like most." Clint chuckled, but stopped when he got a punch to the face.

"Shut up." The man sneered. He grabbed Clint by the scruff of his neck, plunging his head into the water, and only bringing him back up once three minutes had past. "Where is the rest of your men?" He said in Clint's ear.

"N'one. J'st me." Hawkeye said, still catching his breath.

This went on for another few days, or hours, Clint had totally lost track of time. Though he did know there was no back up coming.