Hey guy how have you been :D

I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story it's just sometimes life gets in the way lol. I have also had really bad writers block which might be a bit obvious in this chapter but I am hoping it's just a phase and will pass.

But I am more motivated now which may be down to actually meeting Jeremy Renner a couple of days ago and OMFG I am still buzzing from the experience. He is such an amazing and lovely guy and I do hope that he will visit the UK again.

Anyway here we go I hope it was worth the wait :D

Chapter 11

Getting out was never going to be easy but by some minor miracle the duo had manages to escape their prison. After the first of many kills on Clint's behalf, he instructed Scott to check for anything of use on the dead bodyguards while the he scanned outside their cell to scope their situation and form some sort of escape plan.

At first Scott was hesitant but did what he was told. He bent down next to the corpses trying to avoid eye contact with his pale and shocked expression implanted on his face. But after a thorough search in every pocket and the hoist that was attacked to his belt the young brunette came up with a decent amount off items.

"Anything good" Clint asked as he walked back to Scott

"Yeah and quite a scary amount for one guy to be carrying around" he gestured to the items that he had placed on the floor next to him. "We have two pistols, a handgun, a carving knife and also a pocket knife"

In that case I'll take the handgun and the knives, you good with the pistols?"

"I have never fired a gun before but OK" Scott said nervously.

"I'm sure you will be OK, I think it's best if you keep your distance from these guys if shit hits the fan"

Weaponed up the pair of Avengers made their way over to the door, with Clint taking the lead. He gestured to Scott to stay behind him while he once again peered his head outside, seconds later he scooted back into the room and looked Scott square in the eyes.

"OK here's the plan, stay behind me, stay low and fast. I need you to stay on my ass at all time and only engaged if absolutely necessary, understand"

Scott shook his head in agreement

"Good now let's go"

Bolting out the door both men briskly made their way down the corridor pressing their backs to the wall as they went. Clint kept his eyes scanning in front while Scott's focus was mainly trained on the archer but also to their rear, making sure no enemy decided to do a sneak attack from behind.

Coming up to a junction Barton stopped and peered around the corner to see if the coast was clear, unfortunately that wasn't the case. Two heavily armed guards were making their way up the corridor straight towards the pair.

Clint quickly motioned for Scott to step back and stay quiet, taking a deep breath and steadying the gun in his hand the archer readied himself. Using his years of SHIELD training he listened out for the approaching footsteps and began timing in his head the right moment to strike. It wasn't long before the guards reached the spot where the two Avengers were hiding but before they had time to realise it was too late, two clear pops to the head and the bodies immediately hit the floor with a thud.

Looking down at the two dead men a new plan formed in Clint's head. The chance of him and Scott getting out of here without getting either recaptured or worse killed were extremely higher than walking out this place alive. But in situations like these you usually have to improvise.

"Scott help me with these" Clint tucked his gun into his belt, bent down and wrapped his arms under one of the dead guards armpits.

"What the fuck are you doing man" Scott questioned as he watched his team mate begin to drag the corpse back the way they came.

"Don't ask questions just grab the other guy and hurry up before someone else shows up" Clint shot back and continued to drag the body back to the cell.

Scott rolled his eyes in frustration but did what he was instructed to do. Soon enough he was back inside the cell and annoyingly back where they started. As soon as the young brunette was completely inside along with his lifeless baggage Clint pushed the door ajar and walked back to where he had placed his body.

"Clint I know you are the Superhero American version of James Bond but we were closer to the exit going that way" Scott pointed to the entrance off the room.

"I know that but me being straight with you buddy the chances of us escaping were next to zero, so instead I am improvising so we may have more off a chance" The archer then processed to unzip the guard's jacket and begin undressing the corpse.

Scott stared at Clint in shock "You are swapping clothes with a dead guy"

"Yep and that is exactly what you are going to do as well" Clint replied as he pulled his own t shirt over his head and began to replace it with the dead guards.

"Fantastic" Scott murmured under his breath but just like Clint began undressing himself and the corpse.

Swapping clothes did have its advantages, at least now their wet blood soaked garments weren't sticking to them any longer and the fact that they were now wearing cleaner t shirts, jeans as well as hoodies and jackets meant both men could finally warm up. Unfortunately for Scott he found one slight problem with the new wardrobe in which the new trousers were about three sizes too big to fit his smaller hips.

Placing even more weapons they acquired into their pockets and pulling the hoods over their heads the pair again processed out of the cell and down the corridor, this time however they may have more off a chance off blending in.

After navigating down several corridors they suddenly came to a stop when they heard an alarm being sounded.

"Shit…..ummmmm this way" Clint instructed to his team mate. They ran down several more corridors until suddenly they went crashing into a group off five guards. Instinct immediately kicked in and Clint straight away began his onslaught of attacks on the group.

The archer quickly shot two dead in seconds and continued to wrestle with the remaining, snapping once neck in the process. Scott meanwhile jumped in and began to attack one off the guards while Clint took care of the other. Lang used his own martial arts training and skills to get the upper hand.

Dodging an onslaught of punches he quickly delivered his own punch knocking his own opponent back and giving him his chance to kick him square in the head knocking him out cold. Meanwhile Clint had stabbed the remaining guard straight through his throat using the pocket knife; he then looked up when he heard shouting and commotion coming from down the hall. The archer quickly turned to look at Scott and then to the unconscious man laying at his feet. Instantly Clint jogged over to the passed out man and processed to wake him up.

'Let's just hope these guys give a shit about their comrades otherwise we are fucked' Clint thought to himself.

With that he gave the assailant a hard kick to the stomach which resulted in him waking and double over in pain.

"Get the hell up" Clint instructed with his gun trained on the individual. The man looked up at the archer and complied. Once on his feet Clint grabbed a hold off the man collar and spun him in front of him, pressing the barrel to his temple.

"Scott stay behind me and cover the rear"

As if on que another group of five ran down the corridor straight towards them but stopped dead when they saw the situation.

"Step out of line and I will blow his fucking head off got it" Clint bellowed at the men in front of him who all had their own weapons trained on him.

"Hold your fire" instructed one of the guards

"Good…..Now tell me where the exit is and me and my team mate will just be on our way" The blonde Avenger was at first met by only silence which prompted him to press the gun harder into his captives head "Tell me I have already spent some time putting holes in some of your other friends do you really think I wouldn't hesitate doing the same to him"

"Give it up Barton, you and Lang won't get out of here and I don't think you would kill your only bargaining chip" the leader off the group said.

At that response the archer smirked and in split second fired the gun straight through his hostages left kneecap and then pointed it back at his head. The guard wailed in pain and nearly collapsed had it not been for Clint's strong grip.

"Didn't say where I would be making hole"

The leader grunted "Down this hall do a left and then a right; you will then see the main door that leads out"

"Good thanks for your help gentleman….now empty the mags off your guns, kick them always and hit the floor otherwise say bye bye to whoever the fuck this is "

They didn't hesitate to the archers instructions and seconds later were all on their stomachs. Clint and Scott then processed forward.

"Scott keep your gun trained on them"

"Got it" Scott responded and did what he was told while they made their way past the individuals on the floor.

Once passed and around the corning the men broke out into a jog which was bad news for Clint's hostage who struggled to keep up with their pace due to his injury.

"Your colleague better not off been lying to me about the exit" Barton threatened to the man he was pretty much dragging with him.

"No he was telling the truth" the man winced in response.

As by luck the bad guys were being truthful as they came to the entrance to their prison. The moonlight raise hit the group as they emerged through the door, looking around Clint scanned their surroundings before continuing.

"Come on this way" he said to Scott who had his back to the archer to make sure no one was following. He then turned and ran along with his team mate into the thick foliage of the nearby forest.

After about 10 minutes of running both men could feel the adrenalin that coursed through their veins for the last hour or so begin to desolate and the pain off their injuries creep back to them.

"Clint I need to stop a minute" Scott's exhausted voice rang through the archer's ears. They couldn't afford to waste time getting away not with an army probably right behind them but Clint knew that they were both hurt and wouldn't get very far if either one off them collapsed so a two minute rest was definitely needed.

"No problem Scott let's take two"

With that Scott clumsily fell to his knees and scooted back till his back was resting against a tree. He could see Clint across from him sitting his hostage down with his gun still trained on him and sat a few paces to his right.

"What we gonna do about him" Scott inquired

"I'm not sure sorta making this up as I go but I am sure his usefulness ain't run out yet" Clint smirked which earned him a scowl from the guard.

There was a moment of silence before Clint spoke up again. "How you holding up"

"OK considering got a splitting headache and my chest feels like a swarm of bees have taken up residence but apart from that I'm good….what about you man I think you have been through more trauma than me"

Clint took a deep breath "Well I feel I have hornets in my chest, worst carpet burns ever but the only thing I might need your help with is resetting my jaw"

Scott looked at his friend with a bit off concern "Me reset your jaw I don't think that a good idea. What if I make it worse?"

The archer gave the young brunette a quick smile "No worries I trust you Scotty and I will tell you how to do it"

Scott pondered for a moment but then returned the smile "OK Legolas I will try but please don't jam a bullet in my butt if I fuck up your face"

Clint laughed "Deal Tick Tack but first give me your shoelaces so I can tie our friends hands together, don't want him doing something he will regret"

With a smirk Scott undid the shoelaces and handed them to Clint "Don't understand why it's my laces and not yours. I already have the problem of having to pull up these oversized trousers"

"Coz I asked you first" Clint chucked and made his way over to the hostage. "Keep your gun on him….Hands"

The guard outstretched his hands so that Clint could secure the ties. Once he was done and in one quick motion the archer punched the man straight in the jaw knocking him unconscious.

"Better safe than sorry" Clint then made his way towards Scott and sat in front of him "Right what you need to do is insert both your thumbs into my mouth and place them on my lower molars, you then slowly press down till you hear a pop or more likely an oww" Clint instructed the young brunette whose only reply was a nervous nod.

Placing his thumbs into the back off his friend's mouth in winced as he gently put pressure on his back teeth.

But unknown to the pair their hostage was beginning to stir and quickly his senses were returning. He spotted the pair in front of him and realised that they had not clocked him waking up. Slowly and as quietly as he could to not draw attention he began to dig into his inside pockets with his bound hands.

Back with Clint and Scott Clint had his eyes scrunched shut and was making painful moans as Scott pressed more and more on his bottom jaw.

"Look man it's not working I think I should stop now"

"Nuuuuunooonuuu kep goin" Clint strained out.

With a grunt Lang continued increasing the pressure until finally he heard the welcome pop as Clint's jaw was finally back in its socket.

In pain but coupled by sheer relief Clint grabbed both sides off his head and buried his face between his knees to help cradle his now imploding head.

Breathing heavily Scott let out a few laughs before patting his team mate on the back "Ha Ha that would off been a lot easier if you didn't have such a hard head"

"Fuck you Lang" Clint muffled in response which earned another smirk from Scott.

"Love you to buddy"

Suddenly Lang's attention was brought up to the sound off a click. He looked over at the now awake guard who held the gun in his hands. Scott's eyes went wide and locked with the hostage. But within seconds the brunette had his own gun in hand and without hesitation fired.

Clint survival instanced immediately kicked in and grabbed his own weapon; he turned and pointed it at the guard who to his surprise was completely sprawled out dead with a bullet wound to the chest.

Blinking a few times Clint then turned his head towards the now shocked and shaken Scott. His mouth was agape with a look off pure horror on his face.

"I….I what the fuck" were the only words Scott could muster.

"Hey Hey look at me bud" Clint put a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder "Hey you just saved my life man" he gave the young brunette a reassuring smile.

When it was obvious that Scott wasn't focusing on him he grabbed the sides off his face with both hands so their eyes were locked "Listen you did the right thing, we would both be dead if you didn't get him first"

Sighing Scott finally shook his head in agreement "I'll be OK just never shot someone before"

The archer nodded "I will admit the first time is never easy but I will also admit that was a dam good shot"

Scott chuckled "You always have a way to make me feel better"

There you go another chapter down. Hope you liked it. Please leave review so I know if anyone is still out there lol

Till next time :D