"WHat!?" I exclaimed in shock. "Scan the whole grounds!"

"Mr. Maximoff is no longer on Stark property."

"SHit. fuck goddammit!" I shouted, kicking a table in frustration. Dr. Cho watched me, eyebrow raised.

"Clint. . . . calm down," she said.

"Hellen, don't fucking tell me to calm down!" I said before storming out. I practically marched to the training room, grabbing a quiver and bow and started shooting down the holographic enemies. Suddenly I stopped as I had a thought.

"Friday, can you use Stark's satellites to track Pietro?"

"Even if I could track someone moving that quickly sir, I could not do so without Mr. Stark's passcodes," Friday responded.

"What?"

"After the Tricarrier incident, Mr. Stark put passcodes on his satellites so no one could use them like HYRDA tried too."

"Well. Crap. . . . . so if I get Tony to say the passcodes?"

"I'd need a retinal scan."

"Friday. You're not very helpful."

"I'm sorry Mr. Barton. I suppose if Mr. Stark gave you the override code. . . . . " I put up the bow and arrow and started walking towards Steve's office. I sat down in the chair and grumbled.

"Old man and his old chairs," I muttered, reaching forwards and pulling up the comm screen for Tony.

"Yello?" Tony said, followed by explosions.

"Tony, It's Clint?"

"I'm not going to ask why you're calling for Steve's desk."

"How did you know which computer I was calling from?"

"It's in his speed dial," said a voice which I identified as Rodhy.

"Man. Come on!" Tony said, I heard his repulsors firing.

"Tony . . . can you make this a secure call?" I asked, frowning.

"Yeah, give me a sec . . . . Okay, no one else can hear us, why did you want it secure?"

"I don't want Wanda hearing this . . . . "

"Uh-oh. What happened to the kid?"

"He . . . uh . . he flipped out and went running out of the tower. . . I lost him."

"Well, good job Clint."

"I need the override code for the satellites so I can find him."

"Hmmm. . . No."

"What!?"

"Clint. If what Steve tells me is true, he won't be gone that long, use that time to think about what you'll say to him. I'm not going to help you find him."

"I hate you Tony."

"I know, now leave us alone, this Hydra base had better defenses then we thought," Tony said, right before hanging up on me. I sighed, letting my head drop onto the desk.

"Mr. Barton. You're getting a call on line two."

The woman rushed over to me, slipping her arm under my shoulder on my none injured side. I tried to pull away.

"Easy there, Don't worry, I'm a friend of Clint Barton's. My name is Bobbi Morse, You're the kid Pietro right?"

"I'm twenty-three," I muttered, leaning against her. "But, yes. I am Pietro."

"Alright Pietro, I'm gonna get you some help, okay?" She said with a laugh. "Come on Maria." She led me inside the doors, inside there was a hallway, and a second set of doors, at the end of the hallway was a hand scanner, she put her free hand on it. "Don't worry Kid, I'll get you to Leo. You'll be in good hands then," Bobbi said as the doors slid open mechanically.

"HUNTER!" Bobbi shouted, 'causing me to wince.

"What do you want!?" A man with a cockney accent said, sticking his head out a door.

"Why don't you take the kids to get ice cream?" She said, smiling. The man, Hunter, took one look at me.

"Yeah of course, Bob," He said it almost sarcastically and motioned for Maria to follow him as he started walking away., Bobbi led me down a set of stairs, I practically had to hop down them, she led me towards another set of sliding doors.

"Leo! I got a patient for you!" Bobbi called.

"Bobbi, we talked ab- Oh. Lay him on that table," I winced slightly at the new voice, he too was British, I noted that as my adrenaline rush was wearing off, it was becoming harder to understand people clearly. Bobbi lead me towards a medical table and helped me lay down. I grunted.

"Cho's beds are much more comfortable," I muttered. Bobbi snorted.

"Well, Coulson said we had to keep things cheep," she said as Leo started scanning me.

"One opened bullet wound, three-fo- . . Dear god man," He said, staring at me wide-eyed.

"Pietro. Where did you get these wounds?" Bobbi said, looking shocked as she saw the scars muarding my chest and abdomen.

"I . . . . jumped in front of a machine gun to save Clint," I said, not looking at her.

" . . Shouldn't you be dead then?"

I laughed, then hissed in pain.

"Yeah. . . I should be."

"Leo, you take good care of this man, I'm going to talk to Coulson," She said then started walking away, I glimsed her taking a cell phone out of her pocket. I frowned, was a she going to call Clint?