HIIIII PEEPS!

so its been a while and i thank thee for baring with mee. Also thanks for following me and favourite-ing me it makes me a happy writer!

I had my friend RedRaven05 Beta this for me, so thanks Red!

Erm thats probably all i have to say other than i dont own SPN or The Avengers...but if i did Samandriel would live!

ENJOY PLZ!

Chapter 2: Problematic problems cause dilemmery dilemmas.

They were all in various degrees of uncertainty. The air in the Quinjet was thick with tension, to Gabriel, it seemed millennia since Tony had shouted possible locations for Samandriel. In fact it had only been 3 hours and they were on their fifth location.

Glancing over at Steve, who was checking everyone was in place for the next attack, he quickly scanned the area for threats. T-1 minute until they reached the warehouse. It's always a warehouse, Gabriel sighed inwardly.

He reopened his eyes to see Tony staring at him curiously.

"I'm scanning the area for threats, like I've done the last 5 times," he answered the silent question. "8 demons guarding plus 3 in the room with Andy."

Tony looked momentarily confused, "Andy…?" he muttered.

"Samandriel, Andy, Little one, Sandy and whatever springs to mind," he listed efficiently. There was another name he used but that was special to him, Stark didn't need to know.

Just as Tony was about to ask yet another question (seriously didn't he get tired?) Clint announced they had arrived.

"Thank Dad," Gabriel muttered to himself.

The location was on the edge of some town or other that he hadn't bothered to remember the name of maybe Genova (?) he didn't know nor did he care very much as long as Sandy was there.

Warehouses stood unified in their dereliction with part fallen rooves and barely standing brickwork. All the grandeur and fear they once held had faded away with the paint on the signs above the doors. Despite being only one floor above ground their vastness was great and may have intimidated Gabriel if he'd still have been a fledgling and not a battle hardened warrior.

The third warehouse they came to caused some inner turbulence to Gabriel's grace which alerted him to the demons presence in the basement.

He stalked forward intending to start the plan, but was thwarted inches from the cast iron door handle.

Great, angel repelling sigils.

There was no way he could enter with them protecting the building.

He growled angrily and immediately heard the iconic click of the safety on a gun being removed.

"Please Ms Romanoff save your ammunition," he advised. "You will have better use of it in there." He turned to face them and grinned. "I'm afraid I have encountered a problem. I can't enter because of sigils that are on the walls inside. Which means you will have to enter alone and break all of them before I can give you a hand," he explained.

They looked at him for a moment before Steve walked forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm guessing this is the place then," he said solemnly, Gabriel just nodded and sighed in answer.

Turning to his team Steve gave the signal to move in and although some were more reluctant than others they all took their places. Tony and Thor in the air by the fragmented windows, Clint around the back and finally Steve and Natasha by the front door.

A breath of wind sailed lazily through the buildings creating a low distressed moan to ring in the momentary silence. No one seemed to breathe for a minute, then as swiftly as the wind and silence came, it vanished and chaos reigned.

The primeval doors were forced open with a resistant scream and the hollow echo of near silent footsteps drifted through the building.

A shadow charged at Steve but before he could react it had the demon killing knife he'd seen Loki no Gabriel give to Natasha buried in its throat and the aforementioned assassin had grabbed the knife back and was chipping away at a red symbol which he presumed was a sigil.

Straightening up he crept forward and slung his shield at another demonic presence that was heading their way. The man collapsed and at that moment Steve was very glad he'd let the trickster draw the odd symbol on the underside of his weapon.

Moving forward in sync they took out 2 more men before they were joined by the others at the entrance to the basement.

It was a small manhole with a single decaying ladder which lead down into the mouth of the beastly darkness below.

"Do you want to go first or shall I?" the metallic voice from Tony's suit cut through the tense air like sharks teeth through prey.

"Have you destroyed all the sigils in this bit of the building?" Clint shot back hoping to cover the slight flinch he made at the foreign sound.

Thor grinned "I had a great amount of fun destroying the wretched things," he replied gleefully.

Volunteering to go first Tony lowered himself through the gaping hole and down into the gloom.

"Clear," he radioed back to them after several minutes of strained waiting.

A collective breath was released briefly relieving the air of tension, but it was short lived as a scream shattered the atmosphere into a million pieces.

The mission was back on and now it was more real than ever.

OH KAY so thats that you'll all be please to know i've already started chapter three

but need a decision

do i call it

All the broken things

or

Breaking thing

?

please tell me what you think!