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'How is she?' Clint demanded the second Tony arrived on the helicarrier.

Normally Tony would have said something sarcastic such as 'give me a sec to unscrew myself' but Natasha had been missing for a month and now she'd finally been found he wasn't going to leave her partner hanging there.

'She's in a coma, other than that she seems okay,' Tony said as the robotic arms slowly disassembled the Iron Man armour.

'Are you sure? I was listening in on the comm link, that nurse said she'd suffered a substantial head injury.'

'Which they'd obviously cured, apart from the coma part.' Tony frowned. 'Any news on the others?'

Clint shook his head. 'Steve and Bruce are still missing, Thor is still in Asgard, no news from Fury either.'

Tony sighed. 'Looks like it's up to us then shortround.'

'Why am I shortround? We're the same height!' Clint protested.

'Yeah but this is me you're talking to,' Tony said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Clint sighed and decided to agree to disagree, there wasn't enough room in the landing bay for the three of them: himself, Tony, and Tony's ego.

Tony finished being disassembled and they made their way down the corridors of the helicarrier, which was a lot like being on a ghost ship since there was only the two on them on it. Clint had been sure the ship would have failed after a few hours without its hundreds of SHIELD crew to maintain it, but he'd underestimated just how good Tony Stark was at his job. When the first alarm had sounded indicating a power failure Tony had been down there in a shot and had not only repaired the fault in under five minutes but had also installed JARVIS around the carrier to maintain the systems and repair the little things, leaving him and Clint to do the big job of tracking down their teammates and restoring balance to the universe.

They emerged onto the bridge and Tony slumped down onto one of the chairs at the briefing table, calling up the computer screen and checking if the global wide search they'd been using to track down their teammates had worked. Nothing, apart from the small dot indicating the hospital in Seattle where Natasha had been found.

'So, what's our next move, feathers?' Tony asked Clint, frowning at the computer screen.

'We need to think of a way to wake Natasha up,' Clint said, joining his teammate at the table.

'Then what? We have no way of knowing if she'd remember us when she wakes up.'

'We'll need to think of something, have you come anywhere close to a breakthrough on that gas?'

Tony nodded. 'It's a serum which was administered in a gas form via the air vents, which as you know are all over the carrier, hence why it was administered so quickly.'

'Do you know how they all managed to disappear simultaneously?' Clint asked.

'You mean the "beam me up, Scotty" thing?' Tony shrugged. 'The only explanation I have for that is magic, hence why we have our friendly neighbourhood Norse God up in Asgard right now checking up on our not so friendly neighbourhood Norse God.'

Clint frowned. 'You think it could have been Loki?'

'God of mischief and magic?' Tony shrugged. 'I thought it was him to start with but now I'm not so sure.'

'How come?' Clint asked. 'He's the only logical choice, unless some other supervillian on the planet has managed to come up with Star Trek technology.'

'Loki was on Asgard at the time,' Tony said. 'And Bruce and I did a global scan after the Chitauri incident, nothing indicating any Tesseract technology anywhere, so no-one was being controlled by him, unless of course it was his fangirl army.'

Clint grimaced. After the Chitauri incident there'd been a internet surge, mainly on some site called Tumblr, of a group calling themselves 'Proud Member of Loki's Army', they'd had badges and everything and 95% of them had been female. But that had mainly been focused on how apparently 'ridiculously sexy' Loki had been. Clint hadn't understood that and had been slightly worried that the youth of today were turned on by tall evil gods with a taste for leather and unwashed hair.

'I seriously hope they had nothing to do with it,' Clint said.

'I did a trace on all their IP addresses and cell phones,' Tony said. 'Nothing, so they're in the clear, for now anyway.'

Clint nodded, relieved. 'Any other theories, Sherlock?'

Tony grinned, obviously enjoying being called Sherlock. 'Well we can rule out Loki, considering he wasn't here, no-one was under his control and he didn't let himself get captured and deliver a soliloquy about how we were doomed and he was doing to win.'

Clint nodded. 'We'd better wait for Thor to get back from Asgard before we theorise, he'd probably be able to help us more, maybe there's another hell-bent Asgardian that hates our guts. What do we do about Natasha?'

Tony ran a finger over his chin, missing the goatee he had to shave off in order to make himself slightly less conspicuous. 'I think we should get that student nurse on our side,' he said, after a pause.

Clint raised an eyebrow at him. 'Are you nuts? We don't know her.'

'No we don't, but she knows Natasha. We could really do with an ally on our side,' Tony pointed out. 'Unless you have a plan to save her involving just the two of us.'

Clint sighed. 'Fine, how do we broach the subject?'

'I'll go back tomorrow and tell her, we need to do something fast.'

Clint nodded. 'Agreed,' he said. 'You do realise this will involve putting the tash off for a bit longer?'

Tony ran his hand over his clean shaven chin and sighed. 'Needs must when the devil farts in your face, dear Percy.'

'Quoting Blackadder won't achieve anything.'

'Makes me feel better though.'

'True.'

Charlotte hummed Maroon 5's Moves Like Jagger while she tightened the blood pressure cuff around Florence/Natasha's arm the next day. She'd started calling the patient 'Natasha' after the mysterious doctor had left yesterday but hadn't got the same reaction from her that he had.

'Afternoon, Nurse Fay,' a voice came from the doorway.

Charlotte's head snapped up, she'd been so absorbed in her task she hadn't heard the door open. The doctor from yesterday was stood there, still with a white coat on, a stethoscope around his neck and that familiar nudge at the back of her mind telling her she'd seen him somewhere before.

'Afternoon Doctor Rogers,' Charlotte said warily.

'How is she today?' he asked, looking down at Florence/Natasha with a concerned expression.

'She's the same as she's always been, in a coma, unresponsive,' Charlotte said, documenting her obs and removing the cuff.

'There's something delicate I need to discuss with you,' the doctor said, closing the door and turning his full intense gaze onto Charlotte. 'Something you must promise me you can keep to yourself, this is a nature of the utmost importance and cannot be shared with any members of staff.'

Charlotte frowned, shocked. 'I'm not sure I can promise something like that,' she said.

'I understand,' the doctor said. 'But I need your help with something, you know Natasha better than anyone on the ward.'

'So her name is Natasha?' Charlotte asked. 'I heard your "Hello Natasha" yesterday by the way.'

The doctor smiled. 'Yes, her name is Natasha and she is a friend of mine, and my… I'm not sure "co-worker" is the right word… She's my teammate.'

'Okay…' Charlotte said, not sure where this is going.

'My name is Tony Stark,' Tony (for of course it was him) said to her. 'CEO of Stark Industries and occasional super hero, you may have read about me in the papers after Loki nearly destroyed New York.'

Charlotte gaped at him, she could not believe she hadn't recognised him just because he didn't have his Tony Stark Tash©.

'I'm going to assume from your expression that you have heard of me,' Tony said, quickly checking that no-one was listening outside. 'This is Natasha Romanoff,' he continued, indicating the patient. 'Codename Black Widow. There was an… incident on the SHIELD helicarrier and she went missing. Myself and Agent Barton, you'd know him as "Hawkeye" have been trying to track her and the others for over a month.'

Charlotte swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. 'Others?' she asked in a cracked voice.

'Yes,' Tony said. 'The rest of the Avengers and a number of SHIELD personal have also gone missing.'

'How?' Charlotte asked.

Tony frowned. 'I'm not sure I can tell you that,' he said.

Charlotte crossed her arms and drew herself up to her full height. 'Mr Stark,' she said. 'You are asking me to keep a massive secret. I'm assuming that no-one else knows Natasha is here considering you're her first visitor in over a month. If I'm going to keep mum about this situation you need to tell me everything, from the beginning.'

Tony sighed and pulled out two seats from the corner of the room, indicating she should sit. 'You're worse than Pepper,' he said. 'Now do you have a few minutes to spare?'

Charlotte nodded and sat down opposite him.

'Good,' Tony said. 'Because this is going to take a while.'

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