Sorry this chapter is so short, but the next will be longer. Here is the sequel of Oh my Labyrinth. I originally had another sequel started, but I hated it completely, so this is my redo with a completely new idea. Hope you enjoy! Please review!

Chapter One: Oh My Guiding Light

Light at the end of the tunnel. Tony always thought it was an old wives' tale, the idea that there is a light at the end of every tunnel and that you should run the other way if you see it, but then the person who made that line probably hadn't been running for their life in said tunnel from a carnivorous, blood-thirsty, mutant beast of burden.

How did it come to be like this, you might ask? Well the answer is simple. He has no freaking clue.

One moment, Tony had turned the lights off in his bedroom as he always had and fell into a peaceful sleep, for the first time in a very long time, in his own bed. Next thing he knew, he was waking up breathing in dirt. Yup, dirt.

See… it started like this.

"Tony, would you move your elbow! Your digging into places I would rather you not even have a hand near."

"It's not like I can help it, birdbrain. I can't exactly move in another direction."

"Doesn't mean you need to come over in my direction just because you can!"

"Well if you hadn't insisted I move my leg, I wouldn't have moved at all."

"Your leg was overtop of my leg."

"Yeah? Well your body is overtop of my body."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"That was really awkward wasn't it?"

"Yeah, very."

"Right, not saying that again, ever."

"Good idea."

Tony and Clint were silent. They had both gone to bed and woken, somehow, trapped in a large pine box underground or at least they assumed it was underground. Tony swore he could feel the worms and bugs crawling over them even now, but Clint assured him that was most likely his paranoia. Tony wasn't so sure, but tried to imagine beautiful sunshine and lovely fresh oxygen instead.

"Do you think the others are in the same predicament?" Tony asked, his mind wandering.

Clint sighed. "I think we should conserve oxygen."

Tony couldn't handle that though. The box was dark, wood, and smelt of mildew. It screamed 'Cave' to him and he could already feel the panic rising.

"C-Clint, I…" he hesitated.

Clint waited.

"I have PTSD," Tony finally whispered.

Clint blinked. "Me too."

Tony turned so his head was facing Clint's, even if he couldn't see him.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Clint sighed, he understood the point Tony was making with this comment. "I have a fear of shallow water and fire."

Tony frowned. "Shallow water?"

Clint barked a shaky laugh. "Yeah, doesn't make much sense does it? I… well, it's a long story."

Tony was silent for a moment. The two of them hadn't spoken like this in a long time, not since their week long stay in the hospital last year after the Mandarin incident.

"I- I don't like the dark, or deep water, or tight spaces…especially around wood or moist areas. They just…" he hesitated, "they smell like the cave in Afghanistan."

Clint winced. Yeah, he had read a bit about the incident in the shield files and it didn't take a genius to guess that three months held in captivity in a desert with a terrorist group hadn't been all chocolate and roses, despite it being very vague on the details of his teammates abduction.

"I know it makes little difference in the long run Stark, but I do understand, at least a little. I've been tortured before as well and it… it can change a person, especially a civilian who wasn't trained to withstand such methods. That fact you held out for three months and got yourself out of that incident without help, man, I respect you."

Tony could only gape. No doubt if Clint could see his face, he would be laughing up a storm, but he couldn't and Tony stayed silent, uncertain of how to react besides just the obvious response.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, well don't let it go to your head. You're still a big pain in my butt."

Tony snorted. "Dido Clint and I love you too."

Clint didn't respond, but Tony could practically feel the other man's grin. He was about to say something when a groan snatched his attention. It wasn't a human groan, but rather the groan of a floor about to give way.

"Clint, I think I might have a way out of here."

Clint peered at Tony in the dark.

"Alright Genius, what's the plan?"

Steve sighed as he punched the top of the pine box again and again, but nothing. The thing didn't move.

"We have to be several feet below ground," came the voice of his companion, "nothing short of a very powerful force would drive a hole through this weight."

"I'm worried about the others Bruce. If someone could kidnap me and you, surely the others were taken as well."

"Thor was in Asgard and Natasha was on assignment. The only others they could take is Tony and Clint."

"They might be in the same predicament as us," Steve sighed again, punching the top again for good measure.

"Would you please not do that, Steve? You keep hitting me in the side of the head each time."

Steve winced. "Sorry Bruce."

"It's quite alright, but I wanted to make you aware of the situation."

The two were silent for a while before Bruce suddenly sneezed.

"Bless you."

"Thanks."

Bruce couldn't help it. Something was tickling his nose as he felt another sneeze coming on. Just as he let it loose, the floor of their box suddenly groaned beneath their weight. Both men froze.

"Did you just feel…"

"Yeah…"

Immediately, both men began moving as much as possible, punching down and pushing against the bottom of their coffin they had been trapped within. As the box continued to creak, it suddenly gave and they were in freefall.

Steve hit first, Bruce right after him. The two men grunted at the impact, laying there for a moment in order to catch their breath.

"Well, that was fun," Steve blinked, his eyes squinting at the sudden light he noticed above them.

"Torches," Bruce whispered, his eyes narrowed. He studied the brick walls and the patterns of the trim built in to its foundation. He also noted the various wood and concrete boxes lying around.

"I think I know where we are, or at least in a general sense."

Steve frowned as he sat up and also took a look around the dimly lit room.

"And that is?"

"A catacomb."

Steve's eyes widened. "So these are all…"

"Yeah, the bodies of the dead, their tomb."

Captain America shivered as he stood. He had never liked tombs. They reminded him of his own time encased in ice, what could have very well have been his own tomb at the bottom of the ocean.

"Let's try and find the others. They might have found a way down here like we did."

Tony groaned as he blinked open dirt filled eyes. The fall had been rather short, but landing on wood and concrete had been anything but fun. Something was poking in his side and he moved to push it away, only to freeze when he suddenly found himself staring into the hollow eyes of a human skull.

"Aw!" he shouted, backing away and running smack into Clint who was only just sitting up.

"Easy, geez." He looked past Tony at the skull and frowned as he took in the room around them, dimly lit and smelling of death. He knew that smell well.

"This is…"

"Yeah, a tomb of some kind."

Tony took in the walls. They looked old, ancient almost.

"This place is really old."

Clint hummed in agreement as he stood and stared at the only opening in the room, filled with complete and total blackness.

Tony also saw it, but he refused to think about even setting food in such a space. He looked around for anything that might possibly provide light, but he found nothing. With a sigh, he began ripping open his shirt.

Clint turned, frowning, until he noticed what his teammate was doing. He kept silent about it as the two stepped out into the unknown darkness, a thin tunnel that could lead them in any direction.

Clint was trying to focus, trying to take count of the steps they were taking, when Tony suddenly began to speak.

"Golden Star in the twilight, why do you shine upon me this night? Did I come to wander and roam or did you come to guide me home? A breathtaking shadow upon the meadow, are you just another echo? I need a star that can grant my wish, a star that might bestow a kiss. The day near done and still I run, oh golden star, just why have you come."

"That was good. Did you write that?"

Tony glanced at his teammate.

"Nah, heard it from a friend."

Clint frowned. "You have friends?"

Tony glared at the archer who playfully punched him in the arm, smiling. Tony rolled his eyes, but a small smile had also made its way onto his own face.

"Thanks Clint."

"For what?" the archer asked curiously.

"For listening."

The two walked in silence for a moment before he got a response.

"That's what friends do."

Tony hummed and a strange warmth spread through his chest.

"Yeah… I guess so."

And yes, I wrote the poem. Hope you guys liked this chapter! more to come!