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The tank blew up and Tony was pushed back by the gust of air that rose from the explosion. The men on the ground were still firing, but Tony really had to take care of those planes first. He powered up all boosters and then heard them fail.

"What's going on? Jarviiiiiiiiis!" He yelled as he plummeted out of the sky. His screen was dark and it was obvious Jarvis was offline. Tony reached behind him and pulled the lever built into his back – it was a new improvement; the separate battery could keep Tony going for a few minutes if it came to needing it – it was completely untested but Tony was glad he fitted it into the suit before he left. His boosters spluttered into life and Tony struggled to stop spinning as he descended from the sky. He straightened himself and knew he had less than five minutes to land. He scanned the ground with his bare eyes but there wasn't much he could do without Jarvis coordinating every move. There were men crawling amongst every inch and Tony knew his best chance was to head for the jungle. It was a strip of green in the distance, and Tony knew his power won't carry for all of that distance, so Tony did what he knew he had to do – he powered up all boosters and hoped the landing would be softer than he anticipated.

Clint ducked as the bullet ricocheted off the cliff face above his head, and fired. The arrow whipped through the winds of the valley and he heard the echo of a muted thwack as the head found its target. He saw a shape fall from the out hang opposite him. Then there was German yelling and Clint had to duck again as rocks pelted him from above, broken off by bullets.

He could see them, but he could also see that they had more than enough ammunition to continue firing – he wouldn't be provided with a clear shot for a long time, and the train was leaving in two minutes.

He eyed the cave entrance and then the rails built into the side of the cliff. In the distance he heard the whistling of a train – make that one minute. He rolled out from behind the cliff face and fired a fitted arrow – it exploded on impact, blowing men from the cliff and back into the tunnel. Clint felt a bullet lodge itself into his shoulder, and he quickly ducked back, pressing the wound closed as best as he could, but blood still leaking through his fingers.

"Shit."

The whistling of the train was closer now, and Clint definitely couldn't do much with this wound in his shoulder. He looked back – the men were arming themselves again, although there were less of them. He thought he could make out the train's shape in the distant fog.

He looked at the rails and knew what he had to do. He fitted another arrowhead, and with a grimace, drew it back. The blood spilt down into his uniform, the wound being stretched open with the movement. Clint turned and fired, and the arrow seemed to fall short, but then there was a great up draft, and the arrow was carried up an unbelievable distance. It hit the rails and instantly exploded. Pieces of wood and metal flew everywhere and the men opposite were shouting, distressed. The train saw the explosion too and honked its horn. Clint heard the train applying the brakes, but he knew it was too late – the train only saw what had happened as it came around the bend and then there were less than ten meters between the first carriage and the smoking wreckage. The train hit the jagged outcrop of the broken rails and the first carriage was skewed on a piece of metal rail. The rest of the train was immediately stopped, each carriage smashing into the previous one. The train was smoking and a fire had started somewhere, but Clint had done his job – the ammunition delivery would be delayed.

Now he just had to escape without the men arming themselves from the train first. He looked back and he couldn't see much movement, but he thought he saw men moving in the cave. He knew he had to get out of here fast, but he needed to sprint two kilometres down the out crop, and he knew he couldn't move as fast with his gear and a wounded shoulder. He miked back to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"Come in S.H.I.E.L.D., this is Agent Hawkeye, I repeat this is Clint Barton." He said into it, listening to the German yelling increasing in volume – they must've found the guns then.

"Yes Agent Hawkeye, this is S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, what is your inquiry?" The woman on the other end said.

"I have stopped the train but the Austrians have found the ammunition supplies and I am wounded. I require assistance and a pick up –" A bullet ricocheted above his head, significantly larger. Sniper rifles were uncovered already – Clint knew they will find the bazookas soon and he just hoped they were really dumb Austrians. "As fast as you can would be great." He said when there was no reply.

"I'm sorry Agent Hawkeye, the closest assistance is Tony Stark and he doesn't seem to be on the grid at the moment."

"Can you send assistance from headquarters?"

"We can but that would take much longer to arrive." The woman's started. "Wait, no hang on – Agent Stark is back on the grid. I will send him to come pick you up and as assistance. Stand by." The woman put Clint on hold. Clint groaned and leant back into the shelter of the rocky alcove he had been using as a barrier. More bullets had been coming when he was conversing with the woman, and he saw how far into the rocks the bullets lodged themselves. If the rock behind him gave way now …

Suddenly Tony heard the suit power down, and he still had at least half a kilometre yet to the edge of the jungle.

"Come on –" Tony said as he juiced the suit for the last bit of power it had, and propelled himself as far as he could. He made himself a stream line shape, and as his suit powered down, he tried to fly as far as he could without any continuous forward force. He whizzed through the air and as he was heading down, he was also heading forwards. He saw the jungle roll past under him and knew he was safe, as long as he landed in a safe manner. He saw some trees open in the jungle, right where he was landing – wasn't he lucky?

But as he neared it and he saw the yellow colour of the ground he immediately knew that this wasn't going to end well. He landed headfirst into the quicksand, burying himself quite deep in, blocking out all light. His suit was completely locked up, without any power – not even from the energy source in his chest. He had long ago perfected it to rely on power streamed from Stark Tower instead – much more efficient.

He groaned as he realized that there wasn't an air supply either, and he realized the suit was getting quite hot and stuffy. He really wasn't going to die like this – not like this, without Pepper by his side, without seeing their kid. He really wasn't going to die like this.

Not like this.

Then all of a sudden there was blue light everywhere and there were maps and scopes and he felt the suit being oxygenated again. He took a deep breath as he realized how close he was to asphyxiation.

"Sir, are you alright?" Jarvis asked.

"Yeah, yeah Jarvis I'm just fine." Tony tried to sound sarcastic, but he was breathing quite hard. "What the hell happened?"

"There was a break in at Stark Towers, sir."

"What?" Tony yelled. Jarvis pulled up a security tape, and Tony saw men descending onto the roof of a darkened Stark Towers, probably from a helicopter.

"I was shut down and offline for exactly seven minutes and fifty seven seconds. I'm still trying to trace the source of the virus, but it's being bounced from server to server, sir."

"Is Pepper okay? What happened to Pepper?" Tony was spluttering.

"Yes, but I'm afraid –"

"What?" Tony cried.

"Miss Romanoff tried to fight off the attackers, and it seems she had gone into labour, sir."

"What – well shit. Where are they now?"

"Miss Pepper and Miss Camerons are still in Stark Towers. I am sweeping the building for more intruders and Mr Rogers has offered to stay behind. Mr Banner took Ms Romanoff to the hospital."

"What hospital?"

"I'm not sure yet, they're yet to land."

"Land?" Tony stuttered.

"They've taken the helicopter, sir."