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Chapter 3
Kimberley stood completely still for a moment before she threw her arms out and pushed Loki away.
"You pervert! If you try anything…I swear you'll regret it!" she yelled at him as she stepped away from him.
Other than one step back to keep himself steady, Loki held his ground when Kimberley pushed him. He laughed at her threat, not bothering to respond. A smug smile planted itself on his lips and he turned around, the smile showing no sign of disappearance because he knew that for once, he was the one with the power now.
All his life he had always been overlooked. No one had ever given him control; he always had to take it for himself. But now…now it was different. He had all the power and no one could do anything about it! Power felt good, he could really get used to this.
Kimberley stomped away, desperate to try and find a way out of here. There was no way she would survive more of this.
"I've got to get out of here!" she thought as she scanned the walls carefully. Maybe there was some secret door somewhere? From what she had read Loki was very tricky and she'd really have to think if she wanted to get out of this.
Loki stood in that spot for a while with a smile on his face. Soon enough it hit him. What was he going to do with her now? Of course, he couldn't let her go any time soon, even if he did get the information he needed. Once he found a way to kill Thor, and then succeeded in doing so, only then would he think about letting her go. With the Avengers around, killing his step-brother might be a bit difficult but nothing he can't handle.
Meanwhile, at SHIELD…
Clint carefully stored his bow away and slid the black case under the metal bench in the training room. He had just finished his three hours of training with Steve and Natasha. All of them would have their share of bruises from each other, except for Steve. He never seemed to bruise that much.
"You guys want to go get something to eat?" Steve asked, his eyes switching from Clint to Natasha several times. Natasha agreed.
"Nah, but I'll catch up with you guys later." Clint said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I'm going to go see how Kim did on her presentation, if she managed to get there." He added with a chuckle.
Steve and Natasha nodded and headed for the kitchen to make something to eat.
Clint went the opposite way, but instead of going to Kimberley's room first he stopped by his room. His shirt was covered in sweat, making in much darker in select places such as his armpits. Clint took off his shirt and chucked it toward the hamper near the bathroom door but missed. He wouldn't bother picking it up.
Out of his closet he grabbed another shirt and threw it on.
He decided to change his pants after he came back to his room to take a shower. For now, he walked out of his room and down the hall to Kimberley's door. He knocked a couple of times- no answer. That was unusual…There was a chance she was asleep, but even then she would usually wake up and tell him to go away considering how much of a light sleeper she was.
Clint put his hand on the door knob and turned it slightly to check if it was locked but it wasn't. He opened the door just enough for him to see that the room was empty. Maybe she was still in that meeting.
Shutting the door, Clint left the area and headed for the side of the aircraft that Kimberley's meeting would be on. He hoped she had mustered up enough courage to present her ideas this time, she really needed it.
As he arrived, he noticed that one door was surrounded by agents. They were scattered around, inside and out of the room. His attention turned to the woman sitting at her desk, looking nervous.
"What happened there?" he asked curiously. Maybe an experiment went wrong?
"Agent Rowe was found dead earlier…and Professor Kimberley is missing." She replied, her eyes moving from Clint and back down to her desk.
Clint's eyes widened at the information and he found himself racing down the hallway to the room. A thick, sturdy arm stopped him from going any further but he pushed past it and anyone else that tried to stop him.
Once he was in the room, he was confronted by a large man, the head of security. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked sternly.
"What the hell happened here? Where's Kimberley?" his voice was frantic. He was scared for her.
The man didn't answer for a while, he simply studied Clint, but eventually he cleared his throat and stood up straight. "Someone broke in here and killed Agent Rowe" he started, motioning over to the body bag that was being hoisted up and out of the room. Two men started to clean up the pool of blood that had seeped into the carpet from Agent Rowe's wound.
Thank god that wasn't Kimberley. The man continued with his explanation. He must have realized who Clint was at the last minute because if he hadn't, he wouldn't be telling Clint what happened; he would be throwing him outside.
"Whoever it was must have taken the Professor because she was seen coming in here. But not co-"he paused as the radio went off.
Clint tried to listen in on what was being said but there was too much static for him to get anything out of it. The man signaled for him to walk with him as he clipped his radio onto his belt and walked out of the room.
There was still a large group studying every inch of the room, looking for clues.
"We just received word that she was seen coming out. But she was with Agent Rowe…" he said. He took his radio from his belt again and held it to his mouth for a second before pressing the button down.
"Send a team out to search the aircraft. Do it fast." He spoke quickly and gave a sideways glance to Clint.
"You know anyone who'd want to do this to her? Get rid of her?"
Clint shook his head "No, no one. It's possible someone was trying to get a hold of her research though, but I don't know who."
Who would want to harm such a sweet girl anyway? Wouldn't any wise person just take her blueprints and vanish? They didn't seem to be very wise to Clint right now.
"Huh. We're going to need to talk to everyone who spoke with her and Agent Rowe before and after the meeting" The tall man said. It sounded more like a question, like the man was asking Clint to find everyone she spoke to.
"Well I know she talked to all of the Avengers this morning. Steve, Tony, Bruce, Nick, Phil, Erik, and Natasha, I doubt any of them have anything to do with this though"
That last part didn't seem to register in the man's mind because a couple seconds later he was ordering people to interrogate the Avengers and the others that spoke with her.
"What about you, did you talk to her?" he asked.
"Of course I did. I woke her up." He answered.
There was no way to know who took Kimberley by asking anyone who had interacted with her if she seemed nervous or what-not. Unless Kimberley had planned this, which Clint doubted, she would not have foreseen this. Even if she had, she would have stayed as far away from that room as possible.
Whoever did this was going to get one hell of a beating. Clint was going to personally escort them to hell for putting someone he cared about in danger. If she was hurt, he was going to drive an arrow straight through their heart.
Clint wasn't the only one who would be set on killing them. Oh, no. Bruce would be itching to slam him against concrete a couple hundred times. Banner liked Kimberley and not just in a friendly way, he probably loved her from what Clint could tell. There wasn't a reason why he wouldn't have feelings for her; she was smart, beautiful and had the perfect personality for him. The other guy would never come out around her. She couldn't make him angry, even if she tried.
He had been so caught up in thinking about what he was going to do to whoever took Kimberley he hadn't heard what the man next to him had said.
Noticing this, the head of security rolled his eyes before repeating himself. He was just putting his radio back onto his belt as if he had taken it out to speak.
"The scientists she was supposed to be meeting with just showed up. You think they'll know anything?"
Clint shrugged. He hoped they knew something that would give them a lead to where Kimberley might be.
They didn't know a fucking thing.
When they got to where the scientists were, Clint eagerly asked them if they saw anything- nothing. He eventually found out that they hadn't even been there when she was. They had just arrived for the meeting, five minutes ago was the time they were told.
"Someone called late last night to reschedule. We figured Kimberley had done it due to her nerves." One of them said, the last bit sounding slightly irritated.
Clint stormed off, leaving the useless scientists to the security. As he was leaving he heard someone call out, "If we get a lead, we'll let you know first" but he was too angry to respond.
Natasha, Steve and Tony were all scattered around the kitchen; Steve drinking tea and Tony and 'Tasha gulping down coffee. Their conversation silenced as Clint entered the room. They must have heard.
Natasha opened her mouth to say something but closed it shortly after. No one knew what to say to him. Each of them felt that if they tried to comfort him, he would explode with anger and frustration.
Of course, Tony was the one to break the silence…but he did it in a terrible way.
"How will we cope without our babysitter?" he tried to joke, but he didn't receive any laughs or smiles.
Steve sighed deeply, knowing that was a bad idea. Why couldn't he have said something more comforting like "She'll be okay"?
Clint narrowed his eyes at Tony, his teeth clenched tightly. He wanted to yell, to punch Tony in the face, to let all his anger out on the other man: but he didn't. He couldn't afford having someone half-assing their job to find her just because they were mad at him. Maybe after they found her he would hit him, but not now.
Natasha, who was silently leaning against the counter near the refrigerator sipping her coffee, delicately put a hand on his back.
"We'll find her, Clint. Don't worry." Clint shook her hand off his back, glared at Tony and left. His reasoning behind going in the kitchen in the first place was a mystery to him.
Bruce. He needed to find Bruce and talk to him about it. Bruce would be just as, if not more, concerned about Kimberley's whereabouts. Clint made his way down to the lab where Bruce was working on something he had started a couple months back, Clint never made note of what it was for. Bruce looked up only for a second to smile at Clint.
"What's going on?" he asked curiously, still focused entirely on the gadget.
He started soldering something as Clint leaned against the door frame, trying to calm down enough to break it to the man. None of the interrogators seemed to have found him for questioning yet, so telling him might set him off.
Clint cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest.
"It's about Kimberley"
Bruce seemed to stop for a moment and glance back at the male.
"What about her?" he asked. You could hear the question in his voice very clearly.
Anything regarding Kimberley that had Clint coming to tell him personally must be important. Bruce usually found things out through Tony or Natasha, unless they were about them directly. Then he would find out through simple gossip in the lunchroom of the helicarrier.
"She's missing." Clint finally blurted out.
He wondered how Bruce was going to take this. They weren't going to see 'The other guy' today were they? God he hoped not.
Bruce stopped what he was doing immediately after what he heard registered.
