Spider-Man joins the avengers

Part 18

CLINT

Files are scattered across my desk, things from past missions, from the times where I was first getting Natasha on our side. Before she was fully with us, she'd set off explosions to go off in her school. She thought it was at a time when there was a training exercise, so all the girls would have been safe, but we later found that everyone was inside.
We put that case down as solved and left it at that, but know I'm trying to figure out what we missed.
My door is thrown open and Natasha appears, face flushed and uncharacteristically panicked.
'What happened?' I say, scared, cause I know somethings wrong.
'They're going to the farmhouse.' She says and my head spins. I don't hesitate, just jump up from where I sit, grab my bow and run past Natasha to where the jets are parked.
I get in, Natasha close behind me and set off without warning. The plane goes quick and I'm not the best flyer, but I don't think twice.
'FRIDAY, call Laura Barton.' I shout, full speed ahead.
'Calling Laura Barton.' FRIDAY replies, dialling the number.
'Tony?' Laura's voice comes back confused. She must have seen the number and assumed it was Tony calling her.
'Laura, it's me, I need you to get to the bunker and take the kids with you Okay?' I say, attempting to calm my voice.
'Clint? What are you...? What's wrong?' She asks.
'Laura, please.' I say, desperate.
'Okay, I'm going.' Her voice cuts off sharp and suddenly.
'Laura?' I shout down the line to no reply, 'Laura?! Can you hear me?'
'Say hi to Natasha for me.' A voice comes through, cold and harsh. Unfamiliar.
'Laura?!' I shout, 'don't touch her!' The line hangs up half way through my sentence and my chest tightens up at the though of what might have happened. The planes are fast, it only takes about ten minutes to fly to the house, but we're still seven minutes away and anything could happen in that time.
'Clint...' Natasha says, coming up from behind me, 'It'll be okay.'
'You don't know that.' I say, my voice weak and cracking.
She doesn't reply, just places her hand briefly on my shoulder, comforting, and then takes the wheel from me as I fall into a seat to one side, helpless to do anything else.