AH! I've done it! I have been captured by the plot bunnies and they won't let me go! Oh goodness, seriously guys, they won't let me go.

Anyways, thanks to all the wonderful peoples who have reviewed, reviews make me happy.

Note: This is Still Clint and Pepper(no Bruce this time.) If I get more reviews I'll post chapter 3 when we will finally see Tony's point of view.

I hope to make this story eight to ten chapters, but I will wait and see to see how much people like it.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. As much as I want it to be…

Clint continued to hang from the ceiling as he listened to people scream from outside asking if he was alright. He assumed he was, the strange creature had left, but his weariness was catching up to him and his ability to be able to withstand shock was slowly wearing off from fatigue. The fact that he hadn't had this little sleep in so long was slowly making the floor look really tempting, and really…close?

Clint jumped up in surprise as his face met with the uncomfortable hard wood floor just as the door was flung open by someone.

He didn't register much, still a bit dazed from face palming the floor, until rough, but gentle hands eased him into a laying position on the couch. He could tell it was Steve, Thor would have already been booming loudly, but he also became aware of Natasha's unmistakable red hair just to his left. His foggy brain started to get a real sense of his surroundings as he noticed Bruce taking his pulse and the lack of the Iron Idiot.

He's probably just sleeping in, he told himself, nothing to worry about.

He sat up as Banner bombarded him with an array of questions, "Clint, are you ok? Does anything hurt? What exactly do you remember happening?"

Barton's head spun from the sudden need to think, all he wanted was silence… "Slow down," he managed to mumble to Banner," Yes, my head, no. Well, a creepy tall guy, terror, then the floor kissing my face."

Thor looked honestly confused and a bit worried, "Who is the man that you speak of, friend Barton?"

Clint racked his memory for the picture of him but none came up, odd, he thought.

"I'm not sure, I remember him scaring the crap out of me but nothing else. It's like his image was deleted from my brain or something…"

Steve opened his mouth to say something just as they all heard footsteps pounding up the stairs as the lights flickered. Clint wanted to curl into a ball or scream. Neither seemed to happen as he sat, frozen in in his sitting position on the couch, staring straight at the stairs where the hurried footsteps were coming from. He dully noted that Natasha had cocked her gun and Steve had produced a pillow where he would usually be holding his shield. He tried to pretend he hadn't seen that Bruce's eyes had gone slightly green, or that fact that Thor magically had his hammer. Just a normal day at the office.

He let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding as none other than Pepper came running to them. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she was in purple silk pajamas that were slightly ruffled. She was barefoot and she wore a look of shock and terror that caused Clint to wonder if she had seen it as well. Probably.

Steve stepped in her way and practically had to hold her down to keep her from running. She calmed down, seeing the Avengers, which had become like personal guards for her whenever Tony wasn't around. She was like the mother that none of them had ever had and it was nice to have at least someone, aside from the dangerous Black Widow, that could keep them all in order. So, in return, it was like an unspoken rule was formed that whenever Pepper was anywhere near any danger, it was their immediate responsibility to keep her safe.

Steve sat her down next to Clint as Bruce began taking her pulse as well.

"You alright?" He asked, not bombarding her with questions like he had done to Clint.

She nodded, "I wasn't hurt, just frightened."

A small hint of green made another appearance in his eyes, not unknown to the team, "What scared you?"

"Well," she began, voice shaking slightly, "I went to go find Tony, and then the lights flickered, then there was this thing…I've almost forgotten what he looks like at this point…Though he did look familiar…"

Clint's head shot up at the mention of the strange man again, "That's exactly what happened to me!" He shouted, far too excited that he wasn't crazy, and what he saw in the elevator actually existed. "Although, I wasn't looking for Tony right at that moment…"

"Where is the Man of Iron?" Thor boomed, noticing then that their arrogant friend was absent.

Pepper shrugged, "He was with me this morning, somewhere around seven, but when I woke up he wasn't there anymore…"

Clint opened his mouth to say something but stopped as the lights began flickering again. The unnerving feeling he had felt in the elevator started to come back up and so did the need to be somewhere high and secure. "Why didn't Stark put rafters in the living area," He whimpered, just as the lights went out.

"What's going on?" Steve asked, to no one in particular.

Except Clint wasn't listening, instead he was thinking of who to use as his human shield. Deciding on Thor, he rushed behind him, and held onto his leg like his life depended on it, "Take him not me! I've done nothing to hurt you!" He was on the verge of tears, and the receiving end of several odd stares from his other teammates.

Natasha went to pry him off, muttering to herself when she couldn't lessen his grip, "What the heck, Barton."

That's when the lights turned back on, blinding everyone, before revealing the creature that had him on the verge of a panic attack,

Everyone let out different variations of screams as the lights flickered again before coming back to reveal that creature had left.

Clint's breathing wouldn't slow down as he sat down on the floor to keep his head from spinning. He looked across the room to where it had been standing, noticing a small note that Bruce was slowly approaching. Panicking he yelled, "Don't touch it!" Just as Bruce picked it up and began examining it for danger.

They all held their breath as he read it slowly, "What does it say?" Pepper all but whispered.

Bruce's nose wrinkled as he tried to decipher just what the message meant, "Don't look, or it takes you. What is that supposed to mean?"

Clint gulped, knowing full too well what the answer was.

"Sweet mother of science, we're in the game."

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