A/N: Okay so I plan to have longer chapters. I just kind of wanted to get the ball rolling.

Clint's POV:

Clint was bored, so he did what any normal, bored Clint would do. He climbed to the top of the S.H.E.I.L.D. building and shot arrows dangerously near random people. Just everyday people doing everyday things, and screaming in surprise as an arrow goes whizzing past. Clint always laughs at the last part. Every time.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived right on schedule to get him off the roof or at least stop shooting arrows. He doesn't even know why Fury bothers. Clint will be back the next day anyway. Clint sighed, flipped off the agents, and climbed down from his lookout. He doesn't blame them, not really. He just loved watching them squirm as they repressed the urges to run away, or to punch him. He could be a real asshole sometimes, but, hey, it was fun. He decided to take a more exciting route down, and shot a grappling arrow into the building as he jumps off the edge. He slid down the rope, and admired the passing view. He looked at the building and noticed the perfectly polished surface and reflective glass. He took a minute to look at himself, wondering if he should shave of the stubble, or if Nat preferred it. Something gave him a start, and he stopped his descent. Clint stared at the building. To his right a reflection not his own stared back. A skinny blonde chick, with a creepy red dress floated in mid-air. Clint wanted to look away from the reflection, but when he does he knew she won't really be there, floating next to him. The girl came closer and put a hand on his shoulder, and his body suddenly went cold. The girl came closer, her mouth next to his ear, her warm breath giving him chills.

"Time to come to earth, my little bird," she breathed. Suddenly Clint hears a snap, and his rope breaks. He goes to grab another grappling arrow, but he can't move. His limbs flapped helplessly in the wind. He's falling fast, so fast now. The girl fell next to him in the mirrored surface. He couldn't stop staring, his body paralyzed in fear. She smiled, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Then she faded and another image appeared. A white corpse, covered in dirt stretched its hands out to him, and came through the windows. Clint screamed, and wished to god that he could just hit the ground. The arms encircled him and the corpse came through the window too. Its hollow sockets stared into his.

"So...Lonely," it croaked. Clint finally gained control of himself, and tried to push it off. Its grip was like cold iron.

"Come with me..." it rasped.

"Where?" Clint whispered, afraid of its answer.

"Where your wings will never flap again, little bird... With me, buried alive." it hissed, screaming the last part. Clint struggled to break free, as the rotting corpse began to bleed in his arms.

"No, stop-" Clint's scream was cut off by a sickening crunch as the corpse and the archer slammed into the concrete ground. Clint's back snapped, and the breath was crushed from his lungs. His nerves were on fire, but at least he was still alive. People crowded around him. His vision was blurry, and the pain was unbearable. He could barely make out voices. Then suddenly his vision cleared, and the voices became apparent. S.H.I.E.L.D. medics hovered over him, administering anesthetics. Suddenly the voice of the white corpse whispered in his ear.

"Don't go," it whined, "I need food."

Clint struggled to get up, but the medics held him down. Suddenly hands broke out of the sidewalk. Terrible white hands on bony arms. The grabbed Clint and pulled. Clint screamed and the doctors scrambled to hold him down. They couldn't see them, the arms.

They gave one final tug dragged him into the ground.

Tony's POV:

Tony drove as fast as he could when he got the hall. He was tinkering in the lab trying to forget the nightmares of the girl in red when he got it. Tony was horrified. He couldn't forget the panic in Bruce's voice.

"Tony-"

"Bruce? How about a hello?" Tony chuckled.

"Tony, it's Clint," Bruce babbled. Tony went quiet."He's... Well we don't know." Bruce's voice was quiet now.

"I'm on my way."

Tony finally made it to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. He had to run a few red lights, and he might've hit a few pedestrians, but it was Clint, dammit! He didn't even park, just sort of rammed into a pole and jumped out of the car. Medics and agents went to and from a spot on the sidewalk like busy ants. Nick Fury and the Team stood off to the side. Even Thor was there.

"Mr. Stark-" Fury began.

"Cut the crap. What going on?! Where's Katniss?" Tony demanded.

"Tony." Bruce quietly interjected as he put a hand on Tony's arm. Tony calmed down.

"Barton disappeared," Steve explained quietly. Tony's face was filled with confusion. "He was dragged underground."

"He jumped off the building, just his normal immature behavior." Natasha related. "Then his rope broke, and he fell."

"He-he fell? Is he dead?" Tony gasped.

"No he was still alive when he hit the ground, but he started screaming and then it was like he was dragged underground." Steve finished.

"Like?! Either he was or he wasn't, Capsicle. No in between." Tony snorted. Steve shook his head impatiently. Then he bent over the spot to examine something.

"Well whatever happened, he didn't go without a fight." Steve commented quietly, as he held up a rotting, white finger. Tony blanched, and almost lost his breakfast.