A/N: This well be my first attempt at more than just a one-shot. Stick with me please!

"Let her go Loki. Last warning."

The God of Mischief raised a single glossy eyebrow in amusement while simultaneously tightening his grip on his struggling hostage.

"What is this mere mortal to you, archer?" Loki asked amused at the archer's determination. He reeked of desperation and fear.

The girl in question continued to stare at the archer, his bow and arrow raised in position, waiting to release it.

She saw the fear in his eyes, while his lean body maintained perfect control, muscles locked into a fighting stance.

"Clint," she begged as the tears continued to stream down her face, her voice catching, "Let me go."

"No."

"Listen to her archer, she will die before your stroke will fall," Loki taunted, keeping the elegant silver knife pressed against her throat.

She whimpered as the sting as it dug into her skin.

Without notice, the God was slowly pulling her back across the roof towards the edge of the building. The archer moved forward, keeping the distant between them.

"Agent Barton."

Clint's eyes did not shift towards the sound of his boss behind him. He remained focused on the God a mere fifteen feet in front of him.

"Director Fury," he responded dispassionately.

"Agent Barton, stand down. That's an official order."

"No."

"My, my such insubordination from your pets Nicholas," Loki continued to taunt taking more steps backwards until his heels were slightly hanging over the edge of Stark Tower.

The archer moved forward in response. His mind calculated his chance of hitting his target. They weren't good. He wouldn't be fast enough to save her.

"Well gentlemen, this has been entertaining, but I've got places to be," Loki said in a casual, yet bored voice.

Clint's gaze shifted from the God to her. Her lovely eyes were shining with tears and terror and he realized his mistake.

The God smiled at the archer's lack of attention and moving with inhuman speed he threw his weight back.

Before Clint could react, they were gone.

Darcy was gone.