I have been enjoying writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it so far. So sorry for the Clint whump; can't have a horror story without a lot of whump. Whatever alternate POV is picked is you're getting, so choose it wisely. A hard choice I know. Now, chapter nine begins now!

Chapter Nine

*Tony's POV*

Everything had gone to hell as soon as we had entered this place. First there was zombies, then there was all these god forsaken vents, then Steve got bitten, running around, hiding, more running around, getting hurt, more running around, then finally, when the others got here and I thought we'd be home free, Clint gets hurt. Seriously, does that guy have a target on him or something? Clint looked bad, and I'm not saying that sarcastically. Being thrown through a wall and suffocated can do that to you. I had the suit to protect me, Clint didn't.

I heard Clint say something like, "Sorry guys." Before he blacked out, I let out a soft curse and looked at Natasha. She looked more worried than I've ever seen her.

"Great, how are we going to get out of here now? Bullseye here is out and his exploding arrows are what got us out of a few tight spots." I said.

"We'll get out of here. It'll just be a bit harder with one of us out of the equation." Natasha said softly. Natasha looked at Steve, who nodded and strapped his shield on his back and went and carefully as he could manage, picked up Clint bridal style. I won't be able to let that go now. Who's the blackmailer now? We all stepped out of the gigantic hole in the wall and continued on from where we were interrupted.

"Question guys, how are we going to dodge and evade zombies if we have to consider Hawkie-boy here?" I asked, walking in a single file line again. I'm pretty sure no one likes walking like this anymore.

"Good question, one I have no answer to." Bruce said shrugging. I sighed and shook my head.

"Great, so we think on our feet? That would work if the zombies weren't faster than us." I said.

"Way to be optimistic Tony." Steve scolded; I stuck my tongue out at him. Not that he would see it since if he turned around at all he would probably run into something, most likely who was ever in front of him. But time to be serious, which, I know, sometimes I can barely manage. But Clint needs medical attention. No need to act like a six-year-old when he needs help as soon as possible. So, all in all, I say nothing, knowing that arguing is useless and won't be of any help.

But boy, will I make up for it when everything dies down. But, back to the present, not that I ventured very far in the first place, despite everyone thinking I zone out at in appropriate times. I can just see everyone's faces in my mind about my suit making all the noise. Not my fault that we just had to come here and have this crisis happen, it's not like I made this happen.

"Is there any way to quiet that loud noise?" Thor asked. I flinched a little. Thor's voice was about as worse as my suit, maybe just slightly worse.

"Afraid not buddy. It's metal, and the only protection I have." I said softly. Thor gave a grunt, albeit a rather loud one, in agreement. We all heard the shuffling noise at exactly the same time. Well, maybe not exactly, but most of us stiffened. Thor was a bit late on the reaction. His voice and my suit didn't go well together. But we all started hurrying, me grimacing the whole time because of the damn suit. And Steve was vulnerable, again. But for a good reason, he was the one carrying Clint. He had no way of defending both of them. I guess that is where I come in.

By the time my train of thought came back to the present, we were basically running. I turned and looked behind me. Ah, so that's why. I have got to start paying attention where it's needed. The zombies were moving towards us rapidly. In a tidal wave like fashion, the thought of having them landing on top of me like a wave was a scary thing. I blasted the zombies without thinking and turned back around.

"Tony!" Steve scolded, turning his head around to look at me.

"Hey, if you want to have zombies come down on top of you, be my guest. But in no way is that happening to me." I retorted back to him.

"On another note, does anyone have any idea how to get out of this one?" I asked them while running. I was getting real tired of running. When I get home, I'll be sitting and relaxing. Well, not really relaxing since I need to fix my suit. But that's not the point.

"I've seen the blueprints to this place. There should be a door with another hallway that should be the way out up here somewhere." Bruce said. What a lifesaver my science buddy is!

"Natasha, take a right up here." Bruce said. Natasha nodded, or at least understood because we were sprinting after her after she took a sharp right.

"It might be good to not leave us behind." I called to her.

"Then maybe you need to be faster Stark." She said.

"I would, but my suit isn't made of aluminum." I said sarcastically. Bruce told Natasha to take a left and then another right after she passes two side hallways. She did as she was told, while everyone else tried to keep up. Occasionally I would have to blast away some zombies. I had to put my faceplate up for that. You know, in case the blood went for my face. Which it did, for everyone's information, I do not want to see what's all over me. I'd rather just take a shower once I'm able and not think about it.

"Almost there, we take another left then we should see a door that leads to the hallway that leads to the way out." Bruce said. Right as Bruce said that is when things started turning really ugly. Zombies were behind us, that we already knew of. But there were a great number of them coming out of the side hallways. There was no way we could all dodge and avoid the zombies the way we were.

"Uh, guys?" I asked them, getting more than a little nervous. Although I would never admit it, not that anyone would call me out on it. That was normally Clint's job.

"Split up! We'll meet in that hallway somehow." Steve said. I actually agreed with Capsicle there. So that's what we did. Steve carried Clint off a right hallway which wasn't full of zombies, Natasha kept going straight, and Thor ran off diagonally from me and Bruce. Bruce and I looked at one another.

"Good luck." I said to him. I handed some clothes, knowing he would need them.

"You too Tony, be careful." Bruce said, taking them and put them in a bag that would stretch with him when the Other Guy came out. A recent invention I came up with before leaving for this mission. Then we were off. I used the vents and I heard the Other Guy come out not too long after. Bruce wouldn't have to worry about getting infected now. I sighed, now I knew how Clint felt while going through these vents. They were used too much to be healthy. And plus, I was getting tired of using them as an escape route just as much as Clint and Steve. I heard the splats and, dare I say felt them being slammed into the walls and right below me. Not on the floor, but on the bottom of the vents I was using. I was flying around like a pinball machine marble at some points.

After a while I got far enough away to where I wasn't slamming into the walls of the vents. What a relief that was. I was already battered as it was. I just hope that the others were okay. Especially Steve and Clint, because man, did Clint get the short straw this time, I do not envy the pain he is going to be in. I sighed and shook my head as I crawled through the vents for what felt like the thousandth time. Suddenly the vents, or at least part of it, gave way. I fell through it and landed on the ground amongst the dust. I coughed a few times and got myself to lean against the wall. But someone was in the room with me.

"Man of Iron." Thor said.

"Hey Pointbreak, when did you get in here?" I asked.

"I was running from those deformed beings. There were many of them. I also hit the thing above me to cave in the area they were in." He said. Ah, so that explains why the vent system gave way. It was Thor's fault. Go freaking figure.

I nodded, "That's always been a problem. And if I have this right, it was your fault that I fell out just now?" I asked.

Thor shuffled his feet, an answer enough. "Yes, I am sorry. I needed to get rid of them." He said.

"It's all right Pointbreak. I'm alive, that's all that counts." I said. I finally looked around. The vent where I was at was destroyed and metal points were showing from where the metal fell away. It was too dangerous to go through there now. Unless you wanted to be cuts to ribbons trying to get in there, we were in a smaller supply closet. Paper, syringes, glass tubes, and what smelled like bleach were all in here. Great, the smell of bleach always gives me a headache. If that wasn't enough, I was more than ready to take the risk and get out of this room and run the rest of the way to our way out.

"Are you ready to take a risk Pointbreak?" I asked him. Thor looked at the door where we would go out of and nodded. I nodded back and opened it. And in a flash we were running, taking turns killing zombies on our way to the door.

And that is chapter nine everyone! I hope you like the newest chapter. I hope I did Tony and Thor all right. If not, just tell me. Give me reviews, I adore them. I will update soon. Thank you for all my faithful readers! I couldn't have made this story without you reading it. Give yourselves a pat on the back.