Clint sat quietly at the edge of the lake. The line from his fishing rod arching into the water. He loved it out here on days like this. The quiet. The peace. The lack of Stark's smug grin. It was beautiful. A light mist still covering the ground as he hummed softly to himself. The occasional glimpse of one of the resident herd of deer, as they grazed on the dew covered grass. It was things like this that helped him keep his sanity in his otherwise crazy life. That allowed him to forget the missions and the near death close escapes. It was the one place that he felt calm. The one place that he didn't have to be Hawkeye. Didn't have to be an Avenger. He could just be Clint. Simply be Clint. He never really cared if he caught anything. Never cared whether he even got a nibble or not. The whole point of the exercise was to get him out of the chaos of the compound. Away from the sound of Sam and Bucky, and their endless verbal games of one upmanship. Away from Stark's voice. Away from everyone, so that he could enjoy his own company. So that he could, even if just for a few hours, pretend that he was just, well just a normal guy.

Slowly he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of fresh cool, crisp air. To most, the silence might seem deafening. Only the occasional splash from a fish coming to the surface. Or the rustle of foliage as the deer foraged for the sweetest grass. But to Clint, it was a godsend. It was a...........

"Hello!?" Clint called out. The archer turning around as he suddenly heard a noise. A noise that sounded like a tiny little voice singing.

Putting his rod down on the bank, Clint got to his feet. His brows furrowing as once again he heard the sweet noise. He had never heard anything quite like it before, especially out here. And part of him knew that he had to find it. To find out if someone was watching him. If he had had his bow with him, he would most certainly have been on the defence. But as it was, he never brought it with him when he went fishing. That was the whole point after all. To escape having to be the archer. That, and he was on the grounds of the Avengers compound. So, the likelihood of their being anyone around that shouldn't be, was low to zero.

He knew that the little voice wasn't coming from Nat or Wanda. And anyway, he couldn't imagine either of the women being around at this time of the day. So, who it could be, Clint wasn't sure. And that was perhaps why he had begun to push his way through the low hanging branches of the surrounding trees. The soft melodious voice getting louder as he made his way deeper into the undergrowth. Suddenly, he was greeted by a thick wall of hanging vines. The dense creepers blocking his advance. The archer stopping and listening intently as the voice seemed to drift alluringly through the thick tendrils. Clint knowing that he had to push on. That he had to break through the green wall to see what lay beyond.

Carefully, he pushed his hands through the thick foliage. The ivies reluctantly parting, as he pulled and pushed his way through them. The archer almost falling flat on his face as the climbing plants finally gave way. Clint's eyes growing wide as he saw before him, a beautiful little grotto. A pristine little garden intersected by a tiny babbling brook with moss covered rocks on either side. A heady, thick smell of flowers filling the air as he continued to look over the scene. For a moment he couldn't help but think that he had stumbled into a Disney cartoon. The archer half expecting Snow White and seven little men to appear at any moment, as he watched rabbits bound happily through the perfect picture. The sound of bird song ringing out from the trees as he continued to lay there. Not sure what else to do.

"GIANT! Another giant. I should have guessed. Well, that's it. No more miss nice sprite." A tiny voice said close to his ear. Clint sitting bolt upright as a bright little light flittered and fluttered around him. The archer trying to shoo away the annoying little flying thing, as he looked for the source of the elusive voice.

"Hey! Be careful you big dummy. That's it. Now you're going to get it." The voice came again. Obviously annoyed by Clint's actions. The floating little light suddenly bumping into his nose. Tiny sparks and flashes filling the archer's eyes before suddenly the world around him went black.

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"Wake up you big dumb, dumb." A slightly irritated voice said. Clint groaning slightly as he felt something jab into his side. His eyes slowly, and reluctantly opening to find the point of an arrow aimed straight at him. His eyes growing even wider as he saw the archer that had the deadly projectile aimed at his head.

There in front of him was a beautiful woman dressed in an outfit that Clint was sure, in his still quite fuddled state, was made from the petals of a flower. The archer closing his eyes and shaking his head in hopes of clearing his mind, as he looked further and saw wings that resembled those of the dragonfly that would flit and dance over the lake, sprout from her back.

Perhaps he had banged his head, he reasoned. Perhaps when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself in the medical facility in the compound. His cranium tightly bandaged as woke to see the face of Bruce. The archer preparing himself for the inevitable idiotic remarks from Stark.

"Hey! Are you as deaf as you are clumsy? You giants are all the same. Always have been and always will be. You never watch where you put your big, fat feet. Tramping through my home as if it were of no importance whatsoever. I am sure that you are all as stupid as you are ugly looking, too." The woman huffed. Clint finally opening his eyes again to see her scowling down at him. The point of the arrow still aimed at his head.

"Well, no more. I am going to make you giants appreciate what it is to be tiny. To appreciate my home and my little garden. To no longer come into my world and treat it with such disdain. So, giant, welcome to your new home for the foreseeable future. Or at least until you can prove to me that you are worth turning back to your normal size." The exquisite creature told him. Finally removing the point of the arrow from Clint's face, before turning and leaving the archer still on the floor, in an increased state of confusion.