By the time the jet landed, it was early morning. The sun was just coming up and Andi could only see the streaks of orange in the sky when the jet landed in a field of grass. There seemed to be nothing for miles, except for a cottage and a barn. A safe house, like Clint said. It looked more... homely, than Andi expected of a safe house.

Nevertheless, as everyone got off the jet, she followed, hanging behind the rest of them. Everyone was still recovering from whatever they'd been forced to see from Wanda. Right up in front, Natasha was being helped along by Clint, who had a protective arm around her. It made Andi feel warm inside. This group of people may have their arguments, but here and there, people cared for one another. A part of Andi envied it. It was something she had been deprived of.

Tony hung back as well, falling into step beside Andi. She couldn't tell if it was for silent support or if it was to make sure she didn't do anything reckless again. Either way, she said nothing as they climbed the porch and followed everyone into the house.

"Honey?" Clint called out, causing Andi's eyebrows to furrow slightly in confusion. "I'm home."

The house was decorated rather... normally. It looked nothing like a safe house. There were no weapons stashed anywhere, or beeping monitors like the ones that filled most of the Avengers tower. There was a hallway that led to a living room, and Andi got a peak at some sofas, and a fireplace that was currently not lit.

Clint led them into the kitchen, where on top of the counter sat a chopping board and a loaf of bread, along with a jar that read 'peanut butter'. Something Andi had never tried.

And from another hallway, a woman stepped into the kitchen. She had fair skin and dark hair and kind, brown eyes. But what jumped out to Andi most was her swollen stomach. She was pregnant.

"I've got company," Clint said, nodding to the group before walking over to embrace the woman and give her a quick kiss. "Sorry I didn't call ahead."

"This is an agent of some kind," Tony muttered, looking to the others as though that could be the only explanation here.

"Gentleman," Clint said, turning to face them before glancing briefly at Andi. "And lady," he added with a small smile. "This is Laura. My wife."

Wife. Andi hadn't known that Clint had a girlfriend, let alone was married with a kid on the way. How had he been able to juggle a normal life and the life of an Avenger? It made her think back to her first conversation with Clint, when he suggested she could find a way to have both too.

"I know all of your names," Laura said with a nervous smile and a wave before her eyes landed on Andi. "Except yours."

Before Andi could respond, Clint did it for her. "That's Andi. Kind of our... newest recruit," he gave her a small smile.

Andi wasn't sure what to think of that but nobody got the chance to say anything else because just then, from the outside hallway, a young girl and a boy, probably a couple years younger than Andi, ran inside.

"Dad!" The girl yelled in excitement before bounding into Clint's arms. He picked her up and ruffled his son's hair whilst the rest of them looked on with even more surprise.

"These are... smaller agents," Tony concluded, still unable to accept the fact that Clint had a family. And a big one at that. Andi was just surprised that none of them knew this whole time.

Well, except Natasha. She seemed to be the only one not surprised. In fact, the little girl hopped away from her father, to run right into Natasha's arms. "Auntie Nat!"

Steve cleared his throat and decided to speak up now since there was a lot of silence from their end. "Sorry for barging in on you," he said, speaking to Laura.

Tony nodded. "Yeah, we were busy having no idea that you existed."

Clint chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders. "Yeah, Fury helped me set this up when I joined. He kept it off of S.H.I.E.L.D's files, and I'd like to keep it that way. I figured it's a good place to lay low."

Andi looked around at the happy family and it tugged at her heartstrings. It made her happy to see that Clint had a family, a home he could go back to. And it kind of explained to her why he'd been soft on her when she arrived, instead of assuming like the rest — except for Tony — that she could be a spy. He had everything. Why was he still risking his life as an Avenger?

Heavy footsteps jerked her from her thoughts and she looked up to see Thor brush past her, Steve following quickly after as they made their way out of the house. Andi didn't understand what that was about, but it wasn't her place to snoop around so she stayed put.

"Hey," Andi looked up to see that Laura had approached her. She had a soft expression, which allowed Andi to let her guard down a little. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."

Since Andi knew there was nothing she could do right now, she allowed Laura to lead her upstairs, with the hope that things would get better soon.

* * *

"See? You worried about nothing," Clint told his wife as she inspected his torso. The repair that Doctor Cho had done to his body with the tissue regeneration had made it look as good as new.

Rolling his shirt down, he looked at Laura as she met his gaze. "If all those people are staying here tonight, some of them are going to have to double up," she said with a small smile.

Clint chuckled because he knew that was unlikely. "Yeah, that's never going to sell," he explained, walking into the bedroom closet to grab a flannel shirt.

"Really?" Laura questioned, moving to sit down on the edge of their bed. "What about Nat and Doctor Banner? How long has that been going on?"

"Nat and... Banner?" Clint asked, pausing in his movements. The thought never occurred to him.

Laura laughed a little louder, clearly amused. "You are so cute," she commented as her laughter died down.

"Really?" Clint asked. Could he have been so blind to that? He never really noticed anything was going on between the two of them but... well, Nat was his best friend. How had he not noticed?

"I'll explain when you're older," Laura smirked and walked over to him as he pulled on the flannel shirt. She just watched him for a moment and he arched an eyebrow while he worked at folding up his sleeves. "It's bad, right? Nat seems pretty shaken. They all do. And... that kid..."

Clint sighed and leaned against the doorframe. "Ultron has these... allies," he explained. "They're punks, really. But they carry a big damn stick."

Laura nodded slowly. "And Andi? Where did she come in?"

"She was in the facility where we found the scepter. She was kept there against her will... almost her whole life," Clint explained, moving away from Laura to go stand by the window. As he looked out, he could see Andi, sitting in the grass and plucking at it aimlessly. She took a hit too, just like the rest of them.

"And you saved her," Laura surmised, walking to stand beside him.

"Well, I was busy reeling from being hit in the gut," he chuckled softly and glanced to his wife briefly. "But Tony did, yeah. She's been through a lot. And now she's going through more. Nat took a hit because of those punks. And so did she. They need to be taught some manners."

"By you?" Laura asked, arching an eyebrow and staring at him.

"They need me," he said, continuing to stare outside the window. Tony and Steve had now entered the clearing, and were in conversation. Looking at them, at Andi who had thrown herself into the line of fire to prevent him from being hit by Wanda, he knew he had to help them. One last time.

"You know I'm proud of you, for the whole avenging thing," Laura said with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But in a few months, we're going to be outnumbered," she said, glancing to her swollen belly between them before looking back up to him again. "And I'll need you."

Clint nodded and smiled, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "And I'll be here," he assured her. "I promise."

* * *

Andi watched as an axe came down hard, chopping a piece of wood into two. Her gaze lifted to see Tony's expression. She sat down on a log just a few feet away, right between Tony and Steve who were busy chopping wood, and she was dressed in fresh clothes now — the same black tights were on, but she had changed out of her dusty black t-shirt in favour for one of Clint's flannel shirts that floated over her frail frame.

"Thor didn't say where he was going to get answers?" Tony asked Cap as he lined up another piece of wood to split in half.

"Sometimes my team mates don't tell me things," Cap replied, picking up his own axe and preparing to chop more wood as well. "I was kind of hoping Thor would be the exception."

"Yeah, give him time," Tony murmured, setting the wood down and lifting his axe. "We don't know what the Maximoff kid showed him." As he said that, he let the aze fall, slicing the piece of wood into two. Almost simultaneously, Andi got a flash of what she had seen when Wanda had hit her with her powers. She shook her head trying to rid her mind of that feeling.

"We're Earth's mightiest heroes," Steve murmured, bringing his axe down on a piece of wood. "She pulled us apart like cotton candy."

Tony stopped and looked at him. "Seems like you walked away all right."

Andi lifted her gaze from the grass to look at Tony with a concerned expression. What is he trying to do?

Steve paused and looked back at Tony with a slightly confused and somewhat curious expression. "Is that a problem?"

"I don't trust a guy without a dark side," Tony explained, fiddling with his axe. "Call me old-fashioned."

"Well let's just say you haven't seen it yet," Steve replied, and Andi sensed a hint of annoyance in his tone. He went back to chopping wood but Tony continued speaking.

"You know Ultron is trying to tear us apart, right?"

"Well I guess you'd know," Steve sliced another piece of wood in half. "Whether you'd tell us is a bit of a question."

"Banner and I were doing research," Tony defended himself, tone getting a little louder, which alarmed Andi. This was not what they came to a safe house for. This was exactly what Ultron wanted, to divide and conquer. But what could Andi do? She was a kid, in their eyes.

"That would affect the team," Steve retorted.

"That would end the team. Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the 'Why we fight'? So we can end the fight? So we get to go home?"

The next piece of wood that Steve cut in half was done using his bare hands, which to Andi clearly said he was annoyed. And maybe a little frustrated.

"Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die," Steve told Tony. "Every time."

Tony stared at Steve, his expression shifting, perhaps even softening, but whatever he was about to say was cut short when Laura approached them. "I'm sorry, Mister Stark," she said softly, an apologetic smile on her face. "Clint said you wouldn't mind but our tractor doesn't start at all and I thought you might—"

"Yeah," Tony nodded. "I'll, uh, give her a kick." He gave Steve one last look before turning in the direction of the barn and beginning to walk there. "Don't steal from my pile," Tony called back to Steve, without looking back.

Andi glanced to the pile of wood Tony had chopped — which was significantly less than what Steve had achieved — before she looked to the blond who was watching Tony go.

"You know he's just worried, right?" Andi said to him, craning her neck to look up at him from where she sat. "All he wants to do is not worry anymore."

Steve looked at her for a moment before opting to sit down on the log beside hers. "Yeah, but he's willing to do anything to achieve that," he muttered, looking down at his hands. "That's not the way we do things."

"How can you make that call if you don't know whether it will actually work or not?" Andi asked curiously, causing Steve to lift his head and look at her.

"Because we can't take that risk if it ends up not working," Steve explained, which was a simple enough answer, so Andi nodded, but she wasn't done speaking.

"Okay," she said softly. "But it seems to me like you both are seeing each other as the enemy just because of your different ideas, and that's not right because you're a team," explained with a small shrug. "I don't know what Wanda made you see, but she made him see things too. I was there. It was right before he took the scepter from the facility I was kept in. Maybe it needs to just be more clear to both of you that you're on the same side."

Steve bit down on his lower lip and looked at the grass for a long, hard moment. "You'd make a good Avenger, kid," he said, shifting his gaze back to her for moment. "But there's a lot more at play here. It isn't that easy."

Andi shrugged yet again. "I know there's a lot I don't know, Mister Rogers. But what I do know is what it looks like to be after one thing that just benefits one person. If you think this idea that Mister Stark has is him being caught up in the moment, blinded by a dream, it isn't. Accidents happen but I feel like he's given this a lot more thought than we realise. And I'm not saying it's the way to go. I'm just saying... you need to believe that you both are on the same side."

Right now, that would be the only thing that would help them in the fight against Ultron because they needed as many people as they could get.