Chapter 2: Tag, You're It!
Tony pounded his hand down on the table. "How is it that we don't have any sign of them? They've been missing for two and a half months when they were supposed to be gone for a week!"
"Stark?" someone inquired as he approached.
Tony looked up from the picture of Pepper and Nat he'd taken when they'd sneaked away to the mountains one weekend to one of Nat's safehouses. Pepper and Nat were on the hammock talking while he'd been inside talking to some company that didn't understand what exactly it was that he wanted them to produce. He hated outsourcing. But when he looked out the window he saw a perfect picture of the two beautiful gingers in his life. He took a picture of them while he was still on the phone with the producer. It was just them being themselves and relaxing, something you don't get to see very often.
"Yeah, Barton?" he answered as he set the picture frame down.
"First of all," Clint was nowhere near calm, "I want to know why I'm just now hearing about this. I don't care that I was on a mission of my own!" He stood up and slammed both of his hands against the table, dangerously close to Tony, causing his coffee to spill over the side. He took a breath, "Secondly, if you were a kidnapper of two Avengers, two people whose bodies contained the super-solider serum, would you throw out their gear?"
"Probably not, no." Tony crinkled his eyebrows, "Why?"
"Nat and I tag each other and our stuff all the time when we partner in case we lose something or each other. That way we can find it later, if well, we lose it. Have you tried looking for Cap's shield?"
"Alright, Barton. How do you two play this game? Is it labeled 'Cap's shield'?"
Clint sat at the computer and brought up the program he and Nat used for tracking, "It's a little more difficult than that, but kinda." Clint brought up a program that had the Earth on it. Both "Teeth" and "Frisbee" among a veritable set of other weapons Nat carried on her person were located sixteen miles from where their mission was supposed to take place. "And Ta-Daaa!"
Tony looked at the map and the various names that popped up for various weapons, reading some of the names aloud, which ranged from BFG to Vera all the way down to Noisy Cricket.
"You guys have an ass ton of toys."
"The BFG is Coulson's." Clint turned his head slightly to the right to look at him, "Besides you never know when you might need to go play against or sometimes get even with a bully."
