Hi,

So I sort off asked for it with the last chapter.

Enjoy the new chapter.

After Hulk carried Tony back to the jet, he changed back and Bruce put on the spare clothes he had taken with him on the mission. Steve brought in one of the dead bodies. The armor was sophisticated; maybe it would help them trace Barney.

They faced another problem. With Clint missing they didn't have a pilot.

'I think I can manage to fly us back.' Natasha sounded subdued. 'But the landing will be rocky.'

'Go for it.' Steve told her. It wasn't like they had much choice in the matter. Tony might have managed but he was still unconscious. Steve swore he was going to learn how to fly the jet, as soon as they had Clint back. He climbed in the co-pilot seat. Bruce was left to deal with Tony; he just had to figure out how to get the billionaire out of his suit.

Natasha was right, apart from takeoff and landing, the flight back was almost as smooth as when Clint flew. She explained al she knew about the jet's instrument to Steve on the way. Steve didn't understand most of it. He just nodded. This was more for Natasha's sake, then for his' anyway. He had seen the faraway look she had since finding Clint missing.

When they arrived at the tower, Bruce managed to get Tony out of the suit with Jarvis' help. Bruce placed him on his bed. The bed was larger than Bruce's last house. The doctor removed the shirt of the billionaire. Only then the team, or what was left of it, could see the full extent of the damage. Bruce examined the billionaire.

'Three broken ribs, internal bruising and definitely a concussion.'

'They managed to do that much damage through his suit?'

'Apparently. His side is going to need stitches. At one point the suit had been wrangled into his side. The suit is really damaged. I don't think even Tony will be able to salvage it.' Bruce explained. He took the first aid kit from Natasha and started cleaning the wound.

'Jarvis can you trace the armor those guys were wearing?' Natasha asked. Even if Barney was behind all of this, those suits were special. They had to be able to trace those.

'Yes ma'am' the automated voice answered.

'What do we do in the mean time?' Bruce asked.

Steve looked at Natasha. 'There is only so much we can do. Jarvis is running a trace on the suits, the men and on Barney in general. We have to be patient and wait.'

'And hope.' Natasha added. 'We also have to wait until Tony wakes up. Clint said that we had to ask Tony something. Perhaps he knows something we don't.'

'Tony knows a lot of things you don't you just have to be specific.' A voice rose from the bed.

Clint woke up feeling groggy. He hated sedatives. They messed with his head. He tried to bring his hand to his eyes. He was instant alert when he couldn't. He took in his surroundings, when he figured out what happen. He had been sedated and by the looks of it taken.

He was sitting against a wall his hands were in manacles just above his head. They were locked to the wall entirely given him no room to move them. It also made it impossible for him to pick the locks.

Whoever had locked him up had knowledge of his skill. Clint sighed. Apart from breaking his hand he had no way out of this. As an archer he was always hesitant to injure his hands or arms on purpose. At least not until he knew how many men he had to take on.

'You're awake. Good'

Clint looked up. Before him stood the object of his nightmares. Barney. Behind Barney stood four guards. Yes. His brother had defiantly heard of his skills.

Barney nodded at one of the guards. The man produced a knife. He walked towards Clint. Clint nearly smirked. He may have been tied up, he still wasn't defenseless.

'Wait.' Barney seemed to have heard his thoughts. 'You two.' He pointed at two of the guards. 'Hold down his legs.'

They followed orders immediately. Clint wondered for a second if that was out of loyalty of fear. With the two men on his legs and his armed still locked. The guard with the knife was a lot more confidant. He took two steps closer to Clint and looked back at Barney. Barney nodded.

'Just do as we talked about.' It was a clear order.

Clint swallowed nervously as the guard brought the knife down on his left arm. He felt the knife slice in to the skin drawing blood. The guard slowly drew the knife downwards, from his wrist past his elbow to his shoulder. Never too deep, but deep enough to hurt. It bled a lot.

After the guard finished he did the same with Clint's right arm. Never pushing too deep. Clint stopped watching the guard. He looked at his brother. He had withstood worse pains than this. A lot worse. What was Barney aiming for? Poison? But he didn't feel the burning that usually went with poison.

After the guard finished with the right arm he stood back. Both guards holding his legs moved back as well.

Barney moved closer. 'You went back to them after you agreed not to.' He made it sound like Clint had had any say in the matter.

'What can I say, the Hulk made a strong case.' Clint smart mouthed.

'Laugh it up little brother.' Barney looked menacing. Out of reflex a shiver went down Clint's spine. The beatings he had gotten from Barney in the past were never far from his mind. 'I will make you regret it.'

Barney left the room and the guards left with him. Clint turned his head to look at the wound on his arms. Blood was streaming out of them.

'That is odd.' Clint mumbled to himself. The blood should have started clotting by now. A slow burn started in his arms as well. A different pain than from the cuts themselves. The archer shook his head. 'Poison.' He grumbled. 'That's unoriginal Barney. Unoriginal.'

And I sort of did it again.

Please don't hate me too much.

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