A/N: I swear didn't forget about you guys, it's just that schools suck big time. Parcc is crap. And so is health class. Oh, and also Infinity War is soooooooo close. *screeches into the abyss*

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or Supernatural

Warnings: Ummmmm, it's Gabriel. He does stuff.

Amidst the early callings of the morning, three souls were furiously sourcing through their databases. They'd been awake for the whole night, running back and forth, talking and arguing about their results that didn't seem to add up. By the break of dawn, with the sun rising, their movements had become sluggish and slow. Walking had become robotic and tense. Eyes burned. Heads throbbed.

As the tired three were ready to quit for the day, a ping resonated through the room. It was loud, clear. Everyone froze in their tracks immediately, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Then, it came again. A loud ping, followed by a red dot and confirmation of the finding. Then the slow bursting pings came faster and faster.

And someone let out an excited, tired whisper. "We found them."

o - o - o

After running more tests to confirm the surrounds and sending out patrols to survey the area, a meeting was called. Everyone was expected to be punctual, to arrive on time. And so, the debriefing of the findings came later that day in a smaller room. More secluded, separated from the rest of the organization, so that the conversation could stay a secret.

Fury had a small file on the table, just a random one for show—it had nothing to do with the real deal they were occupied with. His hands were clasped together and he waited for the comments to begin. Of course, it wasn't long until Tony started asking the Big Questions that questioned the very reason of the whole organization— if you looked at the subtext.

"And why do we have to keep it a secret that Gabriel is gone or has been gone for some time now?" Tony asked. "Is that even a smart thing to do? What would the people say?"

"The people would say nothing," answered Natasha, in all seriousness despite the rather light mood everyone was in, "because they don't know."

Bruce sent a worried look at Fury, who all but ignored him; his eyes were trained on those who were giving the explanations. Typical.

"Exactly," Clint cut in. "And what would happen if word got out an actual angel was ambushed and captured by terrorist organization who also somehow stole the Tesseract—the one that we are supposed to have hidden and safe. Panic would ensue. That's for sure."

Steve looked rather disappointed. "We don't want panic … so it would be best for all of this to stay a secret … " he summarized, his body tilted in Tony's direction, but eyes on Clint and Natasha. There was something in his eyes that burned.

Tony nodded. "Makes sense I guess."

Thor just took one meaty arm and slapped his hand over his head, like it was all a big mistake and horrible thing to do, which is what he said, "This is all a big mistake and a horrible thing to do—lying to the people about how secure they are."

Steve grimaced, tossing a side glance to Fury. "We know."

"Well," Fury said loudly, standing up and eyeing the screen with the readings, "let's get a unit started to retrieve both the Tesseract and Gabriel."

o - o - o

Maria Hill was staring. Intently, looking at any sign of inconsistency. "Have you tried to get in contact with the so-call mystical being?"

"Did Fury put you up to this? Did you know that he single handedly and personally talked to Gabriel? He knows what he's like. Didn't you ask Natasha too, trying to be all private?"

"Just answer the question, Agent."

Clint shrugged. "No. Well, I don't even know how. I guess he just appears when he wants to." He just left it at that because he didn't know how to explain it.

Maria nodded. "Hm," she said, looking down at a nonexistent file of Gabriel, before looking up again. "What do you feel around it? Do you think it's dangerous?"

Clint laughed. "Oh, yeah, Gabriel's dangerous, but he's a good guy."

"Hm. Do you trust him?"

"Oh yeah."

o - o - o

"Do you trust me?"

Clint blinked up in surprise and looked around in surprise. "Am I asleep?" he asked.

Gabriel nodded, "Oh, yeah, definitely." He crossed his arms over his chest and let out an annoyed puff of air. "But before I start answering any of your question, first answer mine: do you trust me?"

Clint stood up, gingerly testing his legs and arms before giving Gabriel a squint. He looked him up and down. "Oh, hell no."

Gabriel brought his hands to his chest, a look of complete shock on his features. "Is it because I look like the ginger and sweet version of Loki?"

Clint looked him up and down. "No."

"That's a straight and confident answer your have there, Clint," Gabriel said, clapping him on the shoulder, shaking him with such a force. "But is that the right answer? Do you trust me?"

Clint shook off the arm, and looked around him, the images becoming sharper. Considering the fact that we appear to be on top of the Empire State building and the fact that you're wearing hat and goggles and fake, strap on wings despite your an angel, I'm going to have to say no again."

"Come on buddy, you know me. Besides, this is a dream—you're in the dream plane. You can't die."

"Who said anything about dying? I know I can't die." Clint shook his head, and took some steps back, and watched the cars driving around below them disappear from sight. "That doesn't matter, Gabriel. I'm not jumping off the Empire Building without a harness. I wouldn't jump off even with a harness."

Gabriel sighed. He took of his goggles and messed up his own hair. "You're no fun," he said as he turned, changed the scene before then to prison cell from the Walking Dead.

"That's oddly specific," Clint pointed out, placing his hands on the cells. "Why here? You have anything to show me?" He gasped. "Are you trapped on their set? I knew those directors were some creepy shi-"

"You know why," Gabriel cut in smoothly, shaking a jammed cell gate open. "It's because I need help and you, sir, are going to help me escape my bonds with a rubber band. Actually, I just need some tips on how to escape a cell, cuffs, and anything with anything."

Clint made a face and leaned against the concrete wall. "You're still going on with that? Listen, Gabriel, humans usually can't escape chains with a rubber band. Geez man, maybe if you had a nail or something you might be able to escape."

"Sit down," Gabriel said, pointing to the cot in the cell. "Let me tell you what I had in mind for my big escape. Except, I would leave silently, sorry to say that I won't be able to go big, but Ill be able to go home."

Clint sighed.

And so, after three minutes in the dream scape, the plan was dissected and discussed. The plan consisted of three easy steps, that involved more steps in between. But the plan had its flaws—may even be incomplete—but it was a plan.

Phase 1: Unlock the cuffs with a toothpick (or something sharp, or something)

Phase 2: ?

Phase 3: Freedom

Clint didn't move a muscle the whole time, occasionally tuning out Gabriel's blabbering.

"So, yeah, that's my plan," Gabriel concluded with sigh, nodding to himself. "I actually planned it out well and through. After escaping such encasing bonds, thus getting my powers to their full potential again, I will slay all those who stand in my way, and evidently get the Tesseract and disappear." He made a hand motion and shook his hands. "You probably won't ever see me again. You guys bring too many problems. Did you know I was in hiding?"

On the floor, looking up with another yet unconvinced look, was Clint. "That plan sucks," he stated boldy, then added, "Why am I here again?" He twiddled with his thumbs and tried not to look away at such a white expanse.

Gabriel clapped loudly, and rolled his eyes. "You're not paying attention wing-boy. You're here because you fell asleep and I wanted you to."

"Why don't you talk to Natasha anymore?"

Gabriel began to tap his foot. "Look, listen up buddy, you're here because I said so, and I need your help in picking locks. Last session was boloney. I need as much practice as I can get so I can escape this useless abandoned warehouse."

"You are an angel," Clint said. "Why is escaping chains so hard for you? Should picking locks be easy? Aren't were always captured for your power?"

"You are an assassin and a spy," Gabriel mocked, copying Clint's voice. "Why should escaping chains be so hard for you? Should picking locks be easy? Aren't you always risking your life and occasionally kidnapped for information?" He reverted back to his normal voice with a scowl on his face. "Come on, Clint, I'm not asking you to save the world like Sam or Dean. I'm asking you to teach me how to properly pick a lock with the resources available."

Clint stood up and pat his pants. "Well, what do you have?"

Gabriel closed his eyes, a frown on his face and his eyebrows scrunches up like a coil. "It's all dark, I can't see," he waved his hand, "give me a sec ..."

Clint waited. He counted the hairs on his hand and waited.

"It's underground, there's a small rectangular window on the left side of where I am … a table … tools—"

"What type of tools are on the table?"

Gabriel squinted. "Um, a syringe, a hammer, uhhh, needles, wires, a saw, and wait—is that a Playboy magazine?" Gabriel let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh, man. That redhead—"

"Gabriel!" Clint snapped, sending him a glare. "This isn't the time for fun and games."

"But it's right there! AnyWAYS, there are actual cuffs—"

Clint closed his eyes too and began to rub his forehead. "Okay, okay. Uh, how are you positioned? Face down, face up?"

"Face up."

"Free hands? Free anything?"

"Nah."

"What do you mean by nah? Can you get free?"

Gabriel opened his eyes then, and shrugged. "Well, the rope around my feet is a little loose, and I think"—Gabriel began to shake his body—"that there are screws in the contraption they have me chained to."

"Contraption?"

"Oh, yeah," Gabriel nodded, cracking a smile as his eyes drifted off into the distance, "like serious BDSM right there."

Clint sighed. "Am I going to wake up soon?"

"No. It's going to be a long day here, but only minutes when you get back."

And so, more practice was given on escaping, and by the end of three dream-scape days, Gabriel had mastered the art of indeed escaping a pair of cuffs with a rubber band and a syringe.

"Am I free to go now?" Clint asked, a yawn protruding from his throat. "I feel like I've been trapped here for centuries."

Gabriel ignored him, and ranted instead.

"I just still can't wrap my head around the fact that the Tesseract disappeared right under your noses. Gabriel hummed and sang, "there's a mole in the hole, and when he escape, he'll kill you all."

"Are you saying—"

"I'm going to get of here all by myself," Gabriel insisted, a finger pointed in the air, "just watch. I'll escape in a furious ball of yellow light and disintegrate—on accident of course—all the bad guys who decided to use the Tesseract weapon— or tried to use it—, did you know—"

"We're coming to finds you," Clint said, laying a reassuring grip on Gabriel's shoulder. "Don't worry, whatever torture they're putting you in won't be for long."

"You cut me off," Gabriel said, giving him a bitch face before promptly said, "You guys suck."

And then, everything turned into darkness.

o - o - o

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said you guys suck and that he was going to take the Tesseract and disappear," Clint answered seriously as a small smile splayed on his face.

"Did he actually say that or are you just messing with us?" Steve asked.

"Oh on, he actually did say that. You guys are screwed."

Hills gave Fury a side glance.

This chapter sucks, but that characters don't. *inserts inhaling emoji with a determined yet satisfied look on his face*

A/N: fVC K. Im so sorry its soooooooo short, it's just that I haven't gotten the chance to do much anything (SCHOOL SUCKS IT'S TRUE) and I don't want you guys thinking I disappeared. Not to mention I'm actually worried about Loki in Infinity War, guys you have no idea—I'm so scared for him. *chokes*