AN and Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel/Mission Impossible characters but Emma and Audrey are mine. So enjoy! Nor do I own the song that is in this chapter as well. I'll tell you in next chapter where it came from, but let's see if you can tell me =)

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Chapter Four:

"Where the hell are we?" Jane asked as she paced the room that she, Ethan and Benji were being held in. There were no windows, no solid doors, only three cots along with some food and water that had been brought to them.

"I have no idea," Benji said. "They put a bag over my head. And the two of you were out cold when they brought you in here."

"But that begs the question – where is Brandt?" Ethan asked.


Emma stood by and watched the precious scene unfold in front of her. As soon as Audrey has seen her father, she had squirmed out of Coulson's arms and tried to run to Clint – but tripped over her feet. Clint was quick to scoop her up into his arms. Audrey wrapped her arms around her father's neck the best that she could and planted a big kiss on his cheek.

"Are you coming home daddy?" she asked.

"For tonight. Then we will see about a few more days."

Audrey smile grew huge. "Will you read to me? Or tell me a story?"

"Of course!"

She kissed his cheek again before laying her head against his shoulder. He shifted his daughter's weight in his arms so that he could pull Emma close to him as well. "I've missed my two girls," he whispered to Emma before kissing her.

"Hopefully you can come home after this," she said after their kiss.

"Me too."

Emma smiled as she leaned over and placed a kiss on Audrey's cheek. "Now you need to go back with Uncle Phil for a little while. Then we will come and get you."

"Ok mommy. But will you sing me the song about the stars tonight?" the little girl asked.

"Of course," Emma said smiling at her. Audrey smiled before giving her father one more kiss. After her kiss, Clint let Audrey stand on her own as Coulson walked towards them.

"I'll take her home," Coulson said. "And watch her until the two of you are done here. But you own me for this Emma – I am not a glorified babysitter."

"I'll make you dinner next week since I know that it's been ages since you've had a home cooked meal."

"Hey what about me!" Clint said in shock. "I've missed your cooking too!"

"I'll make all your favorite meals while you are home," Emma said smiling. "Better?"

"Yes."

Coulson just shook his head in amazement as he took ahold of Audrey's hand and led her down the hallway, leaving her parents behind.


Fury sat across from the three IMF agents and didn't say a word. Nor had they said a single word to him. This had been going on for about 20 minutes. Finally, Fury had enough of the stalemate. He opened a folder that was under his hand and took out several pictures. He lay them out in front of the three agents. Benji immediately recognized them. "These are the pictures that agent Brandt took the other day. How do you have them?" he asked, picking up a picture and looking at it.

The door to the interrogation room opened and Clint walked in, fully decked out in his S.H.E.I.L.D. attire. He moved to stand behind Fury without saying a word.

"This is Agent Barton or as you three know him, William Brandt. He is one of my best field agents and has been working undercover at the IMF for almost two and a half years."

"Why?" Ethan asked. "Why was he undercover in the first place?"

"He'll explain that later. But right now you have a bigger problem." Fury said, pointing to the mysterious woman in the photo. "This is Yuriko Oyama. She should be dead."

"How do you know that?" Jane asked.

"Because Agent 13 supposedly killed her 6 years ago. But this isn't Agent 13 in the pictures with her." Fury said leaning back and smiling.

"How do you know for sure?" Ethan asked.

The door to the interrogation room opened as a young woman entered the room. She, like Agent Barton had done, moved to stand behind Fury without saying a word. "Meet Emma Carter - the real Agent 13. She works for me."

"How can you be certain that this isn't her?" Jane asked.

"Because the day those pictures were taken I was here in New York with my daughter and her grandmother celebrating her 3rd birthday." Emma snapped back before Fury could stop her. "Plus within minutes of those pictures being taken, Agent Barton called me to see where I was."

"That was your contact?" Benji asked.

Clint nodded.

"So how can we trust any of you? You claim to be the good guys, so then why did you attack us?" Ethan directed towards Emma.

"You were going to kill me. That's why. Now, Agent Hunt, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. It is up to you."

"What's the difference?" Benji asked.

"Either S.H.E.I.L.D. helps you take out Oyama and gives the IMF all the credit or we dump you and your team sans Agent Barton on a random street corner after we go a few more rounds in hand to hand combat." Emma said.

"You can mention S.H.E.I.L.D. to anyone at IMF and they will deny that we exist. We are ghosts more than you are." Fury said.

"I would take the offer of help," Clint said. "Agent 13 is a bit out of practice and is itching for a human punching bag besides myself."

"If you called what she did to us outta practice then I'd hate to see her at her best," Ethan said. "But when do we leave."

"Tomorrow morning." Fury answered. "You are to stay here until then."


Clint stood in the hallway next to Audrey's bedroom. It was her bedtime and she had requested that Emma sing her a song about the stars. He had no idea that Emma even sang. So he had to hear this. He had pretended that he was going to get something before tucking in Audrey for the night, that way Emma could sing to her first.

He quietly listened as Emma began to hum at first then began to softly sing.

There, out in the darkness
A fugitive running
Fallen from god
Fallen from grace
God be my witness
I never shall yield
Till we come face to face
Till we come face to face

He knows his way in the dark
Mine is the way of the Lord
And those who follow the path of the righteous
Shall have their reward
And if they fall
As Lucifer fell
The flame
The sword!

Stars
In your multitudes
Scarce to be counted
Filling the darkness
With order and light
You are the sentinels
Silent and sure
Keeping watch in the night
Keeping watch in the night…

He didn't listen to the entire song, but he wondered why Emma sang that song to their daughter?


Once Audrey had been tucked in for the night, Clint pulled Emma into their bedroom for some much needed alone time with her. He knew that they wouldn't have much time for themselves over the next few days during this mission to Asia. He also knew that they were going to have to explain a lot to the IMF team – well more him than Emma. But still. All he wanted was to simply be with her.

"You know that we do need a little sleep." Emma said as she curled up against Clint's shoulder before pressing a kiss into his collarbone.

"I know, but I'd rather hold you," he said playing with her hair a bit.

"Pitiful, yet I love you."

"I love you too," he said silencing her with a kiss. "but I do have a question."

"Hmm?"

"Why sing that song to Audrey?"

"She wanted a song about why you were always gone. And I told her that you were out there chasing bad guys and that was the only one I could come up with quickly. So I sing it to her before bed almost every night."

In the dim light of their bedroom, Clint smiled before kissing Emma once again. That was the cutest and sweetest thing that he had ever heard. Yet it also pained him not to be able to be there with his daughter as much as he wanted to. He was missing so much of her growing up. But Emma was doing a fantastic job of raising her. And he had been right – the only thing that Emma had ever truly wanted in life was a family of her own. In some sense, that was what he had needed as well. That was why they worked so well together.

He hoped that they both came out of this mission unscathed. More for Audrey's benefit than either of theirs.

The last thing in the world that either of them wanted was to leave their daughter an orphan.