Another chapter onward, like I said, this story is by no means over. I mean, they have to catch the guy who tried to make the serum in the first place and all that. That part I'm still turning over in my mind. I love that all of you are tuning in to this story. Now, on with the show! –Waves and bows-
Chapter Eight
"Clint, wait a second!" Tony said to me. I turned to him, scowling.
"Why?" I asked. The loud thud sending me to ground and the gruff growl was my answer.
"Hulk, baby, where were you?" Tony asked in his typical fashion towards the green giant. The Hulk grunts in greeting then points to Steve.
"Star-man needs help." The Hulk grunted. Tony nodded.
"That he does big guy. Mind giving Bruce back? We kind of need him. And no offense big guy but we don't need you crushing the vaccine." He said softly, smiling.
The Hulk relented and soon shrank back to Bruce. I put my bow and arrows down and caught him.
"There you go buddy." I said softly. We heard footsteps and looked up to see Natasha and Thor running towards us.
"We got held up, sorry about that." Natasha said going to Bruce and giving him some pants and a shirt she learned to bring along with her. Bruce blushed and got dressed quickly. He went to Steve and put his hand out to Natasha, who gave him the vaccine. He got a syringe out and filled it with the vaccine. He cleaned the area as best as was allowed.
"Okay, besides a prick that's the only pain you'll feel." Bruce said. Steve nodded and let Bruce press the needle into his flesh. Once the vaccine was in Steve, he smiled. He was going to be okay. Now that crisis was over. Tony looked relieved, or as relieved as he could when he was leaning against a wall he apparently had been thrown against. Man, his leg must be killing him. Much like my head was killing me. But I wasn't going to say anything, much like Tony. But Bruce was good at observing.
"Where are you too hurt? And don't lie to me; we're in a hallway full of zombies. No fooling around right now." He said seriously. Tony and I nodded.
"My head is what's killing me. I got slammed into a wall." I said. Bruce turned to Tony, raising a brow. Tony sighed and gestured to his leg.
"One of those ginormous zombies grabbed me by the leg and swung me through a wall." He said. Bruce nodded and looked at Tony first, seeing as his was potentially more dangerous than mine.
"Well, as soon as we can we'll have to get this part of the suit off to see the damage." He said.
"We can't really do that here." Tony said.
"It's all the more reason to get out of here Stark." Natasha chimed in. Bruce then walked to him and shined a light in my eyes. I jerked back when my head seared in pain.
"Clint, stay still." He said, grabbing my chin to check my eyes again. Tony winced in sympathy. Concussions were a bitch to have.
"Well, you definitely have a concussion. I'm surprised you don't have worse with being in this place." He said.
"We were careful, quick to evade, and ran mostly." I said. The sweaty appearance of us kind of was making the point. Steve and Tony nodded in agreement.
"Well, you're all lucky. Are ready to get out of here?" Bruce asked. We nodded.
"Hell yes!" We all said in unison. Bruce, Natasha and Thor chuckled at this.
"But question: how are we getting out of here?" Tony asked. They couldn't go out the way they came. There were so many hallways that the zombies could have filled them back up again. And Bruce, Natasha and Thor looked like they went through a storm themselves. Speaking of which...
"Bruce? Why did you Hulk out?" Steve asked. Bruce rubbed the back of his neck in all too familiar gesture of embarrassment.
"A zombie jumped out at me. Needless to say, the Other Guy didn't like it." He said. Tony smothers a laugh, not wanting to attract the zombies to them.
"All right, enough talk. Let's get out of here." I said, looking at all of them.
"I'm all with Hawkie on this one." Tony said.
"Seriously man, cut it out with the nicknames, none of them are funny." I said, glaring at Tony.
"Just watch. Someone is going to call you one of my nicknames one day." Tony said, smiling smugly.
"Bite me." I barked back. Bruce sighed.
"Guys, anytime you want to get out of here, I'm good for it." He said. I looked at him and Tony had the decency to look a little embarrassed.
"All right, let's get out of here." Tony said, clapping his hands together.
"If only it were that easy." I muttered.
"No kidding. We had to dodge and evade a lot more than we had to." Natasha said, shaking her head.
"Great, Natasha had trouble getting through here. And she's like some crazy ninja." Tony said.
"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or insult." Natasha said as she started to walk past us.
"Take it how you will, I'm just saying." Tony said.
"If I were you, I'd shut the hell up right now. You know, before you're dodging more than just bullets." I said to Tony is warning. Tony actually listened to me for once and clamped his mouth shut. Good for him, he's learning.
"Good boy." I said, snickering.
"I'm not a dog." Tony said muttering before following us. We followed in a line, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, me, Tony and Steve. Again, not a good thing when this place was crowded full of zombies. And not all of them were small.
"Just how did you guys get away so many times?" Bruce asked.
"We used vents mostly." Steve said softly.
"Yeah, and remind never to use them again for a year. I'm sick and tired of traveling in them." I said.
"There's something I never thought I would hear you say Clint." Natasha said ahead of me. I couldn't reply because I was slammed into a wall. All I could think was, *Again with the walls.* One of those big ginormous zombies had me by the throat. And let me tell you, it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Trying to get out of its grip only seemed to anger it and make it tighten its grip more.
"Clint!" I heard everyone scream in unison.
*Oh, there's a familiar chant.* I thought, trying to squeeze air through my lungs. I felt myself being lifted up in the air and my throat squeezed more. Again with the suffocation, at this rate, I was probably going to die from a head injury or suffocation. I vaguely heard shots being fired. That's Natasha definitely. I then felt the ginormous zombie get knocked back a little bit. It loosened its grip enough to get a deep breath of air before tightening its grip again. That would be Steve. I then felt blasted away from the group; that would be Tony. The ginormous decided that it would deal with the others first and hurled me threw a wall.
I was definitely getting Tony back for this. I don't care how, but I would get him back for this. A few minutes later, a heard multiple hurried footsteps later. I felt my head being lifted and settled on something. I focused my eyes and realized it was Natasha.
"Clint, stay with us." She said, worried like I've never seen her before. Did I really look that bad?
"Clint, don't you dare close your eyes. You hear me?" Tony voice asked, coming from my right, somewhere out of my line of vision. You can't really expect me to do that. I was almost suffocated and thrown through a wall after all. I felt black covering my vision and my eyes feeling heavier then I wanted them to.
"Sorry guys." I said, hearing a soft curse before the blackness took me.
Uh-oh! Poor Clint! Somehow I like hurting him in this. I'm going to be switching to someone else's POV, because really, why would I write a POV when the person is unconscious? Wouldn't make sense right? Tell me which POV you want it to be in. Oh, reviews are much welcomed. Don't hate me! –hides behind the couch in case anything is thrown at me-
