Phil had followed the GPS tracker to the Old Mill Warehouse. It was a shabby burnt out building that should have been condemned years ago. Somewhere in there, Darcy was being held against her will. He needed to get to her before something really bad happened to her. She had to alright; he couldn't allow him to think otherwise. He needed to focus; Darcy's safety depended it on it. Phil turned off his headlights and pulled his car off to the side of the warehouse. Right away he spotted Barton's motorcycle parked in the alley. He got out of the car and shut the door softly, his eyes searched the area looking for Clint or any possible threat.

"Psst." A hiss came from the alleyway.

Phil looked in the direction of the noise just as Barton stepped out of the shadows and waved him over. "How long have you been here?" Phil whispered as he came over to Barton and turned to look at the warehouse.

"About five minutes," Barton replied. He was wearing street clothes but had his bow and arrows slung over his back. His eyes darted down to Coulson's shirt. "Shit, that's not-"

"No, it's wine," Coulson replied in a rush. He had a feeling that the waiter who bumped into him was in on the act as well. He felt really stupid for getting up and leaving Darcy alone when he knew that AIM were after her.

"Don't beat yourself up over this, Phil. It could have happened at anytime, anywhere." Clint tried to reassure Coulson. He knew him well enough to know that he was blaming himself for Darcy's disappearance. Clint pulled a communication device out of his bag and handed it to Coulson.

"Have you heard any noises coming from the building?" Phil asked quickly as he placed the device in his ear, he really didn't need Barton's reassuring talk right now. There was no time for it. Darcy needed him and he needed to get to her. His brain was going in a hundred different directions all at once.

"No voices, but I did pick up on a few noises that sounded like glass shattering. There is definitely people in there." Clint replied, looking up at the warehouse. "How many? No fucking clue."

Glass shattering was never a good sound, especially where there was a victim involved. "We, need to go in." Coulson whispered, flipping the safety off his gun.

"Not calling for back up?" Clint whispered back as he began to follow Coulson's lead. His eyes darted from side to side, sweeping for anything out of the ordinary.

"We will if we can't handle it," he replied as he came around to the backside of the warehouse. The door was padlocked shut, but there was a window with the glass broken out of it. "We can get in through here. We'll split up once we get inside to look for Darcy. Turn your communicator on." Coulson was already climbing on the wooden crate underneath the window and hoisting himself inside the building.

Clint nodded as he watched Coulson disappear through the window before he climbed the crate. He slid his bow and arrows through first and then himself. He dropped down off the ledge and landed without a sound next to Coulson. "It's dark in here," he whispered, trying to get his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting inside the warehouse.

Coulson pointed to the ladder that led to the upper deck of the warehouse and Clint nodded. He would take the top and Coulson would stay on the ground floor. It was going to be really hard to look for clues considering how dark it actually was, so they'd have to rely mostly on sound. He watched as Clint climbed the ladder and disappear into the darkness. He kept his gun close as he practically floated across the metal floor tiles without making a sound. His S.H.I.E.L.D training taught him to be light on his feet; almost ghostlike. Clint was a master at it, but Coulson was pretty good himself.

Now he just had to pinpoint exactly where Darcy was being kept.

Darcy groaned as she tried to pull herself up from the hard cold floor. Her vision was blurry and her head groggy. The last thing she could really remember was wine being spilt on Phil's shirt and then him leaving to clean up. She was sitting at the table waiting for him to return when-

Her eyes went wide and she tried to scream out, except there was something prohibiting her doing so. She choked on the gag in her mouth. A strange metallic taste was on her tongue and she knew it had to be blood. Darcy struggled to get up again, but realized that she had been bound with zip ties and chained to a large pipe. She twisted and turned, but was unable to stand up. She made her eyes as wide as they could go, hoping that they'd adjust to the tiny bit of light that was flickering in the corner of the room. Her heart was racing a hundred miles a second as she thought about Phil. Had he been captured also? Was he looking for her? Had he been - killed? Tears formed in her eyes. Darcy had always thought herself to be a strong woman, she rarely cried or got over emotional about stuff, but thinking about anything that had to do with Phil brought out all kinds of emotions within her. She might have only really knew him for a short time, but she knew that she was falling in love with him. She needed to see his face again.

A door creaked open and Darcy sucked in a deep breath, praying that it would be Phil walking through that door.

"Ah, you're awake, Miss Lewis. Good, now we can get on with business," a low voice called from the darkness.

She couldn't see his face, he wouldn't step into the dim light, but what she did see was large serrated blade that he held in his hand. The sight of it made her heart stop.

"Talk to me, Barton." Phil whispered into his communicator as he leaned up against a wall.

"Sweet talk or dirty talk?" Barton's voice chirped in Coulson's earpiece.

"Not the time or place, Agent." Coulson replied in a warning tone. Usually he could take a little witty banter from Barton while on a mission. In fact, they had often relied on it to pass time while on away missions. But this mission was extremely sensitive to him, and he wouldn't risk it by goofing around.

"Sorry. Force of habit," Clint apologized over the comm. "Nothing up here so far. You?"

"I don't-"

Creak.

There was a noise coming from an area over from across the area Coulson was in. He squinted his eyes looking in the direction it came from.

"Coulson? Phil?" Clint said over the comm. There was dead silence on the line and Clint began to worry just a little bit. Just as he was about to speak again, he heard a beep. It was telling him that Coulson was okay, but he couldn't communicate by speaking at the moment. Barton waited for a second to see if Phil came back on the line. When he didn't; he started to move along the top deck again.

Phil turned his communicator off for the moment, he couldn't risk Barton squawking in his ear. Carefully, he moved among the shadows being as silent as a ghost. He paused for a moment, when he heard the creaking noise again. He held his gun pointed downward but took his finger off the trigger. If there was someone over there, he wouldn't risk firing his gun and making a commotion. He moved up to the corner of the wall and cautiously peered around the side. An AIM soldier stood with his back to Phil with an assault rifle in hand. There was a hallway just ahead of the soldier with a dim light shining under the door. That was the where Darcy was being kept; Phil could feel it in his gut. He flipped his comm back on. "Barton? Anything?" Phil whispered over the comm.

"The entire top floor is empty. Nobody up here,"

"Good, get down to the lower level, take the right corridor. I know where Darcy is," Phil whispered back, never taking his eyes off the solider.

Darcy couldn't breathe, her eyes locked on the shadowy figure with the large blade. He was going to kill her. No one carried a weapon like that without the intention to kill. She tried to scoot back as far as she could go as the man stepped closer.

"How can a girl know so much but so little at the same time?" The man finally stepped into the dim light, showing his face for the first time. His face was disfigured by a large scar that ran from one corner of his forehead to the opposite corner of his jaw. He was blind in one eye, or at least it looked like he was. One eye bright blue; the other a milky pale white. "You really messed up AIM's plans, my dear," he said, his lips curling up in a snarl.

It was true, Darcy, was the one that found out about AIM's secret experiment that they were doing in the labs of Culver University. Darcy alerted S.H.I.E.L.D, and S.H.I.E.L.D came in and cleaned up the problem before things got out of hand. She went back to her usual college routine until she started getting threatening notes and felt that she was being watched all the time. That's when S.H.I.E.L.D took her into their protection. Darcy tried to say something, but it came out in a mutter due to the gag in her mouth.

"What's that my dear?" the man said, his lips curling up in a twisted smile. "Ah, it will be fun to kill you, my dear. I'm going to take your gag out, only so that I can hear you scream as I plunge the blade into you. Then I'm going to hack you up in little pieces and leave you here for your S.H.I.E.L.D agent boyfriend to find you..." He flipped the blade around in his hands a couple of times, all the while coming closer and closer to Darcy.

Phil began to make his move on the AIM soldier. He stayed closely to the walls, making sure he kept himself hidden in the shadows. He had to take down the soldier as quickly and quietly as possible, so as not to attract any attention. He crept up behind the soldier, smacking him hard in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. The soldier slumped to the floor; out cold.

He could hear a voice on the other side of the door, as he dropped his ear next to it. He'd have to be very careful going in. He wasn't sure how many AIM soldiers were inside, and he could put Darcy in anymore danger than she already were. Hopefully, Barton would show up any at second so that they could go in together. However, it only took him a split second to decide that he was going in full force on his own once he heard the voice say 'kill you slowly and painfully'.

This was it. This is how she was going to die. At the blade of a psychotic madman. A couple of tears welled up Darcy's eyes, she wanted more than anything to see Phil one last time. She hoped that he was alive and safe; she couldn't imagine him going through anything like this. The thought of it made her sick.

"Now, now, my dear... It'll all be over soon," the madman said as he reached down to pull the gag away from her mouth. "I want you to scream for me, my darling..." His lips curled into a fanged snarl.

BAM!

The metal door burst open as it was kicked in and Phil rushed inside the room. His fists were balled up and his face contorted with anger. His eyes immediately fell on Darcy; she was alive, thank the gods for that; then they shifted to the son of a bitch standing in front of him, and the menacing blade he held in his hands.

Darcy's heart started beating again. Her Phil was alive and well, and he had come to save her. More tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Ah, Agent Coulson... I didn't expect to see you so soon," the madman grinned as he flipped the blade around in his hand again. "I wanted to kill your girl first, but I guess it's a change of plans."

Phil raised his gun and pointed it at the madman's face. "I order you-" Before Phil could finish his sentence the madman snapped his fingers and the gun flew out of Phil's hand. It hurled across the room until it hit the wall and fell to the floor.

"No one orders me to do anything," the madman snarled.

Okay, Phil tried things the S.H.I.E.L.D way first; now he was going to do them his way. This wasn't just some regular crazy madman; this was a crazy madman with superpowers. He moved quickly, just as the madman sliced his blade through the air. Phil ducked just in time, otherwise it would have taken his head clear off. He rolled to the floor, grabbing a heavy chain and springing back up to his feet again. "One last chance, son of a bitch!" It was Phil that snarled this time.

Darcy backed against the wall as tightly as she could as she watched the events unfold. She had never seen Phil so angry; so determined. She didn't know he could even get that way. She knew she shouldn't be thinking inappropriate thoughts right now given the circumstance, but damn, he was fucking hot like that.

The madman came at Phil again with his blade, he moved like a ninja, but so did Phil. He was able to counter each of the madman's attacks swiftly. The blade swiped through the air again, this time Phil stretched the chain out to stop it midair. Quickly, he twisted his hands so the chain wrapped around the blade; then will all his strength he yanked the chain back, make the blade fall out of the madman's hands. The blade skittered across the floor to the other side of the room. "I underestimated you, Coulson," the madman said as he raised his hand. The blade began to vibrate on the floor; levitating slowly.

Phil saw it out of the corner of his eye, and knew he had to act quickly. He charged at the madman and threw a punch at his chest, knocking him back. The blade dropped to the floor as madman lost his concentration. Phil put his hands up to block as the madman took the opportunity to attack him. He grabbed him by his AIM suit and shoved him back against the wall. "Give up or I will KILL YOU!" Phil voice bellowed.

"I'd rather die..." the madman spat. He used his hand to shove Phil back and then elbowed him in the throat. With a gagging noise Phil stumbled back. Darcy shrieked, as the madman threw another elbow this time it cracked across the side of Phil's face; there was a sickening popping noise; a low groan from Phil as he fell to the floor. Blood poured out of his nose as he lay there lifelessly.

Darcy held her breath and rocked back and forth; never taking her eyes off of Phil. She just keep telling herself that he was okay, that he wasn't really injured badly. She needed him to get up.

"Now to finish you off," the madman laughed, snapping his fingers and the blade was back in his hand. He looked over at Darcy. "I'm sorry you have to see this, my dear..." he laughed as he pointed the blade down at Phil's chest. Before he had the chance to plunge the blade into Phil's chest; Phil jumped to his feet and gave the madman a roundhouse kick to the face, sending him flying backwards, and crashing into the wall.

"Didn't see that coming, did you?" Phil growled. He grabbed his gun off the floor and pointed placed it at the madman's temple.

"I'm here!" Clint Barton said, breathing heavily as he finally rushed into the room. He had a few scratches on him and his eye was already starting to purple.

"Where the hell were you?" Phil barked.

"Ran into some goons on my way here. Shit, Coulson-" he said looking at Phil's bloodied face. Darcy made another squeaking nose and, Clint looked over at her. "Thank god, she's okay. You want me to-"

"No," Coulson said quickly as he looked over at Darcy. "You come here and keep this bastard down. Watch him closely, he's some sort of telekinetic. Inform S.H.I.E.L.D of our location." He said, not taking his eyes off of the madman. His lip curled up and his eyes narrowed; just looking at the guy was making him furious.

Clint nodded and walked over to the madman who was slumped on the floor, half out of it. He placed the tip of an arrow to his temple and pulled the bow string back. "You move, and I will- Fuck. Your. Shit. Up. You tracking with me?" Clint glared.

Phil wiped tried to wipe the blood off his face with the sleeve of his shirt, though, it just ended up smearing on his cheek. He slowly walked over to Darcy and crouched down next to her. "Hey sweetheart..." he said softly. It was the complete opposite from 'Angry Phil'. This was the Phil that Darcy was used to; Kind and Gentle Phil. He wiped his bloodied hands on his pants and gently pulled the gag away from Darcy's mouth.

Darcy was thankful to finally have that disgusting rag out of her mouth. She tried to swallow but her throat was so dry. "...Ph-Phil..." she whispered hoarsely.

"I'm here..." he said as he tried to smile. He hated that she had to witness all of everything that happened. He hated himself for letting her get into this mess in the first place. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. Are you hurt badly? I never wanted-" His voice choked up a little it when he saw that she had been crying.

"It's not your fault," Darcy said softly. She could tell that he was blaming himself. This wasn't his fault, she wanted him to know that. "I'm okay, just shaken up. You saved me. My hero. My Badass Phil," she whispered and smirked.

His lip twitched a little bit, and he chuckled softly. "I think I broke my nose again." He looked down at her restraints. "Clint, throw me your knife," he said as Clint, slid his pocket blade across the floor towards him. Phil reached down and picked it up, gently cutting the zip ties off of Darcy's wrists. He looked down at the deep red marks that bit into her skin. It took everything that he had to hold himself back from killing that bastard for what he did to her.

"Thank you," she said rubbing her wrists.

"S.H.I.E.L.D is on their way. ETA fifteen minutes and they're sending a high security transport for this little fucker." Clint said as he kicked at the madman, making him groan.

Phil glanced over and nodded. He looked back at Darcy and reached up to move a strand of hair off of her face. "Some first date, huh?" he smirked. He said it jokingly, but in the back of his head he knew that this is what it would be like dating him. Danger around every corner. He didn't know if he wanted Darcy to be subjected to his lifestyle.

He cared about her too much.

Darcy smiled looking deeply into his eyes; placing her hands in his. Her head was swimming with so many emotions right now. There was so much she wanted to tell him. But one thing that stuck to the front of her mind, something she knew that she shouldn't say, but was aching to. "Phil, I know it's-"

There was a loud crashing noise from outside and then trampling of boots; Lights flashing; squawks from walkie-talkies. It sounded like an army out there.

"S.H.I.E.L.D's here," Clint said with a nod as several uniformed agents came into the room with their weapons drawn.