Someone knocked loudly on the door, and Natasha pulled her eyes away from Clint. She smiled as she saw Tony, Bruce, Steve and Thor, all fighting each other, trying to get a look through the window. She shook her head, then got up to let them all inside. Immediately they all went to Clint's side, pushing Coulson out of the way and taking over Natasha's chair. Clint looked pretty shocked that they were all so worried about him, but played it cool.

"No one brought Chinese food? Seriously?"

Natasha smirked as she followed Coulson out of the room, the small hospital room a little too crowded for the two of them. Coulson, who had been readling a text, put his phone in his pocket and looked at Natasha seriously, as though he was trying to determine something. She caught him watching her.

"Uh, Sir? Is there a problem?"

Coulson shook his head.

"No."

After a few minutes of stiff silence, he spoke again.

"Yes. Natasha, where did you get that necklace?"

Natasha instinctively reached up and fingered the arrow.

"Clint left it on my bedside table. I found it when I woke up this morning."

Coulson nodded, but Natasha could plainly see something was still bothering him.

"Sir, is there something else you'd like to say?"

He bit his lip, glanced around, then pulled his phone back out.

"The people who shot Clint? They, er, knew your location. As well as everyone elses. They were... watching. I think that's why JARVIS shut down the tower, was because he realized it had been hacked. We brought in the extraction team, and picked up Clint, as well as the leader. He's been taken to interrogation, but Hill just texted me. She said he wasn't talking, but he had an encrypted card on him that they're sending to the techies. Honestly, we think this leader's organization is a part of something bigger. And due to the fact that they were watching all of you..."

Coulson raised his phone to Natasha's arrow, and a bright blue light swept over it. Coulson lowered his phone, and studied the screen. Natasha waited with baited breath, trying to digest what Coulson had just told her.

The phone beeped, and Coulson face lit up.

"The necklace is clear, but is there anything else that you have received lately? Anything that might have a GPS tracker on it?"

Natasha thought long and hard, but drew up a blank. She shook her head. Coulson sighed.

"Come on, we need to tell Stark. He might have some idea as to what is going on."

Natasha and Coulson walked back into the room to loud laughter and yelling. Steve looked slightly embarrassed, Bruce was holding Tony up, who was in tears of laughter, Thor was pounding his fist on the table, and Clint was guffawing, barely able to breathe.

Natasha, not in the mood now that she found out they were all possibly in danger, whipped out a knife and threw it at Tony, but it curved, glanced by his ear, and stuck into the wall behind him. That shut them all up.

"Avengers, we've got a problem. We've been under surveillance, without us even knowing. Coulson thinks that JARVIS figured it out, and shut down the tower. Either way, we're all in danger. We don't know who is behind this, or what their intentions are, but we believe that the people who shot Clint are part of something bigger. Stark, do you have any idea as to how they hacked the tower?"

Tony looked at her seriously, his recent joyous face melting away.

"Oh my god. Pepper."

He stood up, and made to run to the door, but Coulson grabbed his shoulder, and Steve grabbed him from behind.

"Tony, tell us what's going on. What did you just realize?"

Tony struggled against the men, not taking in Steve's words, trying to get free.

"Let go! I have to get to Pepper! She's not safe! Let go!"

"Stark!"

Bruce leaned up and slapped him. Tony blinked, startled his friend had just done that.

"Sorry, but you said if you ever freaked out, to slap some sense into you."

"No that kind of freaking out Bruce. Like, panic attack freaking out."

"That's what I saw."

"Well I wasn't having a panic attack. You're a doctor. Aren't you supposed to know these things?"

"Not officially, but still. You're not spazzing out now, are you?"

"Boys, why don't we skip the kiddy fight and to the point why Tony seems so intent on leaving now?"

Tony glanced over at Natasha who had pulled her knife out of the wall and was fingering it dangerously.

"Clint, your girlfriend scares me."

Clint rolled his eyes, while on the inside, his chest jumped. Natasha gripped the knife, studying Tony as if to see where she should throw it that would be the most painful.

"Okay, long story short, Pepper had to take our clothes to the dry cleaners-"

"What? Why?"

"Because, Mr. Suit, we had our weekly Hunger Games session with nerf guns last week and we blew up the washer and dryer. So as I was saying, she took our clothes to the dry cleaners, and there was this guy there-"

"How do you blow up the washer and dryer with nerf guns?"

"We night have graduated to actual weapons, but that's beside the point-"

"You what?"

"So Pepper ran into this guy that she had know a while back, from when she was still my 'servant' but he was like, scary now, like complete thug-like, and Pepper accidentally dropped the bags, and he helped her pick them up, but she thought that she saw him put something in the bags, but she never found anything. She told me about him, but I didn't take her seriously. So if you excuse me, I'm going to go make sure my girlfriend is safe now."

He made to leave again, but Steve grabbed him again.

"We'll get to her Tony. First, do you know who the guy worked with?"

Tony glared at him, but rolled his eyes up, deep in thought.

"She said it was some guy from some charity group we had lined up, uh, Icer's Mechanical Engineering school? Yeah, I think that's it."

Coulson typed the name into his phone and sent it to the base.

"Alright, Tony where's Pepper now?"

"She's at work, probably her office."

"Okay, you Steve and Bruce go get her, and when you've confirmed that she's safe, call Natasha. Thor, you and I are going to upstairs to see a friend of ours, and Natasha, get Clint prepped and ready to move. Thor and I will be back in thirty minutes to drive to a safe house. We need to get you all off of the radar until we find out what's going on. Call me if anything goes wrong, okay? In the mean time, don't get killed, alright?"

Everyone looked around at each other, then nodded. Things were about to get interesting.


I'm really sorry I haven't been updating, school is a killer! But do not worry; I have one more week of school, and then I have spring break!