Natasha paced back and forth in the room, biting the tips of her fingernails.

"You've reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark. Leave a message after the beep because I clearly don't care enough to answer the phone"

"This is Clint Barton, you know what to do."

"You've reached the voicemail box of "Steve Rogers". Please leave a message after the tone."

"Natasha calm down. They'll be fine! It's just Vegas. I think Clint knows how to handle his alcohol." Maria tried to reassure her. The reason for Natasha's excessive worrying was due to the fact that today was her wedding day. A day that should be relaxing and celebratory to most people. But her fiance not returning her calls wasn't very relaxing in her mind.

Her entire body went stiff as her phone rang.

"Hello?" She answered frantically. The panting on the other end of the line wasn't very comforting.

"Natasha? Hey, it's Tony." He coughed, standing in the middle of the Mohave desert. Tony was a complete wreck with his hair a mess, a bloody lip, and half of his glasses broken. Thor and Steve weren't examples of perfection either.

"Tony?! What the fuck, where are you guys?"

"Yeah Nat... We uh... We fucked up."

"What do you mean Tony?"

"We lost Barton."

"WHAT?! What do you mean you lost Barton!? Tony, we're getting married in FIVE HOURS!"

"Yeah... That's not gonna happen."