Clint was on the phone with Natasha. His hearing aid was dangling out of his ear and he quickly pushed it back in, hoping to not have missed the place they were going on their new mission.

"So, the place is a HYDRA base disguised as a laundromat. They have about three shield agents captive and we need to save them. Oh god, that sounded just-"

"A little bit to cartoonish?" He asked. He was at his house and he could he hear the cartoons that his kids were listening to.

"When you put it like that, it does."

Clint chuckled. "Okay got it, kidnapped shield agents at a Hydro place near a laundromat." he whispered to himself. He was sure he heard everything alright.

"Do we need to give you the coordinates?" Natasha asked.

"Yea sure."

"Okay then. I'll email you. See ya soon."

"Bye." He said hanging up the phone.

Natasha had sent the email, but a hacker lurked through the computer. It was J.A.R.V.I.S, who had been told by Tony to change the email. To some different coordinates, a random plaza he found on Google maps. It was an unpractical, practical joke.

Clint had reached the place. Nobody there spoke english, and where were the rest of the Avengers? The place was a laundry mat, and it in fact was near to a Hydro place, only about 19 kilometres. He had might as well go in this one alone. He opened the door the building, then pulled out an arrow and shot it at the wall. It cracked the wall and sparked with electricity running through it. He pointed the arrow at one of the so-called HYDRA workers. To his surprise, everybody either got down, or put their hands on their heads to surrender. One person rushed through a door in the laundromat.

It must be there, where they have all the captives. He thought to himself. Quickly, he ran through the stairs, and down to where it led to a basement. Down the basement, he found a group of scared people, not tied up to anything, not speaking english, not even shield agents.

"Pomogite! On zdes' seychas! Pozhaluysta, prikhodite! Boyus', on ub'yet nas!" They shouted through the phone. Clint wasn't exactly the best at russian, but he knew a few words. He could make up 'He', 'down here', 'help', 'come', and 'kill'. For the first time in this whole mission,he realised what happened. The coordinates were messed up.

If this was you Natasha, I will kill you.

"Hey, I got the wrong place, so ima leave and let's pretend this never happened, 'kay?" He darted out the door,only to be greeted by the Sokovian police.

He began to run, and run, and run. He lost them eventually in a forest. There was absolutely no connection, so he carefully made his way out of the forest, to be greeted by the Sokovian police.

Hey, at least I didn't kill anyone. He punched the officers, and a punch quickly ended in a fistfight, which ended up with the archer being tased arrested.

"So, how exactly did this happen? Asked Natasha, being the only of the mission who spoke russian and had to bail Clint out of jail."

"You tell me! First you don't even tell me why they were being held at a laundromat, secondly you give me faulty coordinates! Didja even free the Agents?" He said, raising his fists to her stomach, which she matched accordingly.

"I didn't give you faulty coordinates! We checked and double checked, even we had J.A.R.V.I.S do the last was your own fault, and since when can't an assassin as good as you dodge a few hits." She said, coolly, but Clint could hear the anger rising in her voice. He could also hear Tony chuckle.

"STARK!" He yelled.

"What'd I do?"

"You, you, J.A.R.V.I.S changed the coordinates." He fists were now raised to his face.

"We did get the agents, no thanks to you,"He said loudly. "on purpose." He said that so only he could hear him.

"I will get you, Stark!"