Okay, to Steve's POV. I hope I do his all right as I did with the others. I am happy that so many are still tuning into this story. I didn't think it would get this far! Without you, fellow readers, this story wouldn't be here. :)

Chapter Ten

*Steve's POV*

I hated that we had to split up when we were so close to getting out of her. I no longer had to worry about becoming one of those things. But we had Clint to worry about. He was unconscious and couldn't defend himself. When I saw him lying there, pale as a sheet and not getting up with his usual energy, I knew it was bad. Plus, Tony had cursed, which he doesn't often do around me, knowing my reaction and all. But we were all worried so I had let it slide. I had taken a side hallway not yet filled with zombies. It was the safest way for Clint. I heard everyone else spilt up not long after I took myself away from the group. I thought we would be home free, at least for me and Clint, when a few zombies were skulking around the corner.

I saw a door and opened it as quietly as I could and slipped inside, trying to close it while I had Clint in my arms. They hadn't seen me. Small relief, I think their smart. Because every time they see a closed door, they seem to want to tear it down. Now what? I couldn't make any noise of any kind, seeing as these things had pretty good hearing. I set Clint on the ground carefully. He looked at him in my kneeling position. Even unconscious he looked stressed. Maybe because all the pain he was in was hurting him even if he couldn't consciously feel it right now. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair before rising and starting to pace in the small space we were in.

"What am I going to do? Clint's unconscious so he's of no help." I said to myself. I look at Clint every time I pass him. I was the team's leader and look what we had to do in order to protect ourselves. Splitting up more than once and ducking, dodging, and evading every chance we got. Where did all of these things come from anyways? It was only a matter of time before those zombies were pounding on the door and walls where we were hiding. I had to think of something, and think quickly. I had just finished that thought when the doorknob jingled. I readied my shield and thought about it for a second. Zombies didn't use doors, ever, they burst through them, and they didn't use a doorknob. I jumped a bit when the door swung open and Tony entered, then I saw a brief slash of light then Thor lumbered in with Tony and Tony closed the door. Tony turned and did a double take when he saw us.

"What part of 'split up' do we not understand?" he asked, flinging his hands in the air for emphasis. I had relaxed my defensive stance at that point. Tony's face grew serious again and I followed his gaze and sighed.

"He still hasn't woken up. He hasn't even moved." I said.

"It's all the more reason to get out of this hell hole, a more then good enough reason." Tony muttered, going and kneeling beside Clint. Tony felt for a pulse and shook his head.

"There's a pulse there. But it's a little jumpy for my liking." He said. I was afraid he was going to say something like that. We needed to leave. Tony must have seen the look on my face because he shook his head.

"No, no Steve, bad idea. We need to lay low." He said.

"What is 'laying low' when these things can hear everything?" I asked; a little irritated with him.

"Good point." Tony muttered, frowning and looking at the door.

"Maybe it is good for us to leave and fight on and get help for our fallen comrade." Thor said, making it a statement, not a question. I actually agreed with him on that. Clint did need help. So we needed to pull some more risks to get him that help.

"All right, but let's be careful. Can't have another person down, now can we?" I asked them. They both nodded at me.

"I'll go out first. Give you some cover fire. Then Thor, then you Steve, can carry out Clint." Tony said. I nodded; I wasn't arguing who was in charge anymore. We were focused on one person right now that needed us the most. Tony went out first, the shrieking came almost instantly. Thor leapt out the door and covered Tony. I had already picked up Clint and hurried out the door. Tony was in front and Thor behind, forming some sort of barrier around me and Clint. I was a little relieved but that wouldn't last long if we stayed put too long. I wasn't about to complain about speeding things up. I could smell burned flesh and it almost made me gag. Imagine how Thor and Tony must feel like.

"We get out of this; I'm not eating meat for a week. Not after something like this. I swear I'll turn vegetarian." I heard Tony say over the chaos. Like he would deliver on that promise, stay away from meat for a few days maybe, but I guarantee he would give in before a week was out. But I didn't get to say anything because Thor and Tony just had to use their abilities at the same time. The explosion knocked us all off our feet. I lost my hold on Clint.

"Clint!" I yelled, slamming into the ground. I grunted and had to fight off the zombies that now were coming for me. So it was me, Thor and Tony protecting Clint. There was so many of them. As soon as we knocked down a load of them, more would fill in their place. Like I asked before: where were all these things coming from? There couldn't have been that many people here. We were being overwhelmed pretty easily, since they lashed out and attacked us in different ways. I was in no way going to be bitten again. That was something I was not going to go through again.

"You be careful there Steve." Tony said, echoing my thoughts. I simply nodded and continued attacking the zombies. Blood was everywhere, great lobes of it. The smell wasn't too great either. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. We were breathing pretty heavily by now. Pretty soon things died down and Tony and Thor sagged against the walls both opposite them while I simply sank to the floor in relief.

"Glad that's over." I said, breathing heavily. Tony nodded in agreement, Thor merely grunted in agreement. I sighed and got up on my feet somewhat shakily, the adrenaline leaving my system. I didn't see the horrified looks on my teammate's faces.

"STEVE!" they screamed in unison. I turned and a lone zombie lunged at me. I would have made its mark if it suddenly wouldn't have dropped dead in mid-air. I looked at it then I noticed an arrow. I looked to where I left Clint and saw him shakily withdraw his bow down to his side.

"Clint!" We all said in unison.

"There's a familiar chant." I heard him say. I saw him sway and rushed over and caught him.

"Easy buddy, take it easy." I said.

"Can someone please catch me up here?" Clint asked, his pain-glazed eyes roving over the three of us, his skin too pale for our liking. But he was awake and coherent, which was fantastic.

"Clint." Said a voice, we all looked to see Natasha come running towards us. Bruce as well, Bruce quickly kneeled by Clint and looked him over before looking over at us. We got the look, the all too familiar 'He needs a doctor' look. Something we never get used to seeing. The reunion was short-lived, however, when another wave of zombies decided to find us where Natasha and Bruce just walked down from.

"Okay, escape first, talk later." Tony said. We all nodded and I helped Clint to his feet and we raced to the door that would lead to a short hallway and to our freedom. We lunged for the door and piled ourselves into the hallway and locked it.

"Now what are we going to do, huh? This hallway isn't exactly short." Tony said sharply. That was a good question, would he have minded if we answered that while we were moving? I certainly didn't want to be crushed by rubble. We moved quickly away from the door and all but sprinted for the way out.

End of chapter ten. They will get out of that awful place in the next chapter and back to the tower. This story is getting nearer and nearer to its end. But I've enjoyed writing this to the fullest. :) Not done yet, but close. Read and review. :)