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"And, where are we?" Barton asked, staring out at the immense space before them. It was a lot like a plain, except the 'grass' was deep purple and the sky was green. There wasn't a tree in sight. Rolling hills spread out across the horizon.
"Hmm, let me check my watch," the Doctor said, pulling back his sleeve to look.
"You can't check where you are with a watch," Rogers snorted.
"On the contrary, my dear Captain," the Doctor mumbled slightly under his breath as he checked his watch, "but that's not fact! We are on the planet-"
"Watch out!" Steve shouted, slamming into the Doctor and shoving him to the ground. An object went shooting by, right where the Time Lord once stood. The other Avengers immediately drew their weapons, on guard. They glanced around warily.
"What the hell was that?" Fury demanded, his eye going on Steve.
Rogers looked up at the Director, breathing lightly, despite just knocking the Doctor off his feet in a full blown tackle. "I'm not sure, some kind of arrow? I saw it coming. Right towards this guy." He finished with a nod at the Time Lord.
"Uh, thanks, Captain," the Doctor said, sounding slightly out of it, "But you can get off me now."
"M'kay." Steve clambered off the Doctor and then grabbed his hand, hauling him to his feet.
"And I thought I was done with being tossed around by you people." The Doctor groaned and rubbed his back.
"We should stop wasting time. Whatever shot at you is still out there," Romanoff said, ending the conversation.
"Right," the Time Lord started, spinning around to face the group. "We're on the planet Ziuron. It's located in the Destorn galaxy. Relatively close to Earth and the Solar System, only about three hundred million light-years away."
"Close? How is that close?" Barton asked incredulously.
"In relation to everything else."
"Oh shit!" Tony barked, dodging another arrow as it came streaking towards him.
"We should move!" Fury ordered.
"I agree with that statement, but we have to be careful. The creatures that live here are very, very aggressive if not treated with respect. They're also very good shots," the Doctor informed them.
"Then why did you bring us here?"
"The TARDIS did, remember? I didn't have any part in this." He motioned around him. "Besides, we better get moving. The TARDIS wouldn't take us here without a reason and it's my job to find out what it that is." The Time Lord started off in the direction of where the projectiles came from, his coat swinging out behind him; long, cantering gait making it go completely off to one side before going back to the other.
"You're just going off?" Bruce asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Is that safe?"
"Yup. No use standing there like a bunch of Weeping Angels, is there?"
"A Weeping-what-now?" Tony asked. He hopped in behind the Doctor.
"Weeping Angels," the Doctor said, barely turning his head to look over his shoulder at Stark, "they're like statues, but they only move when no one's looking. They send you back in time and feed off the time energy as you, basically, live to death. A horrid way to go, really, but peaceful, at least."
"While that does sound. . . interesting, we have a "reason" to be here, apparently. What's that reason?" Romanoff asked.
"I don't know." The Doctor shrugged. "Yet." He glanced around, eyes scanning the plains. "Have to find out, first."
"But. . . where do we look? There's literally nothing here," Rogers said. He glanced around.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "You humans should stop complaining, I mean, look at where we are!" He twirled in a circle, arms out at his sides. "We're on an alien world for Gallifrey's sake! Seriously. Lighten up." He ended his speech with giving Steve a pat on the back. The super soldier gave him a deadpan glare, watching the Time Lord as he made his way back up to the front of the "line" they were currently in.
"But what if something happens?" Banner asked.
"Don't worry. I'm pretty good at this. Just follow me and avoid arrows." The Doctor stopped in his tracks, sighing. "Like that one." He leaped sideways, knocking Tony Stark off his feet with his arm as he clotheslined him.
"Jesus! Either shoot the arrows or don't, they don't need to just fire randomly," Barton growled after falling to his knees to dodge the projectile. He brushed his pants off and readjusted the bow and quiver on his back. "So how are we going to deal with this?"
The Doctor glanced around, eyes narrowed against the twin suns in the sky. "Um, to be honest? I don't really know. All we can do is try and find the locals that are attempting to kill us. And I think they're right over there." He pointed with a finger right in front of them.
"What?" Natasha muttered, squinting her eyes at the distant area, "I don't see anything."
The Time Lord grimaced, rubbing the back of his head. "Well. . ."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "Doctor..?"
"I might have forgotten to mention that they can turn invisible. . ."
"What?!" Fury exclaimed, rounding on the Doctor. "You mean that we could possibly surrounded by dozens or more angry aliens shooting arrows at us!?" His eye filled with menace.
"Uh, well. . ."
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a whole ring of creatures surrounded the group. The Doctor slowly put his hands up and the rest of the group followed suit.
The Time Lord grinned sheepishly, the smile slowly turning into a wince as he glanced around him. The Avengers were glaring, eyes filled with anger. The locals were hissing, flicking their tails with their bows drawn, ready to release the killer shot.
"Yeah, maybe not my best move."
The team of people were now separated into groups. The Doctor and Tony in one cell, Barton and Romanoff in another, then Fury and Banner and Steve in a different one. But there was one thing in common with all seven of them: they were tied to the wall in chains, and (some) of their feet not even touching the floor.
"You are a dumb ass, you know that?" Tony asked, his gaze flicking over at the Time Lord chained next to him. Tony's feet were barely touching the floor, hands chained above his hand like everyone else's surely were, leaving his Arc Reactor on full view.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect this, did I? Okay, I did, but none the less, I really thought they'd be more, ya know. . . reasonable," the Doctor replied, his eyebrows doing a quick jump up on his face to emphasize his words. The Time Lord's feet were touching the floor, unlike Stark's.
"You were wrong."
"I can see that now."
". . . God dammit, Doctor."
"You've to be fucking kidding me."
"Come on, Clint, it could be worse."
"Natasha, are you the one upside down?"
"No, but I assume it sucks."
Fury looked over at Bruce, his muscles tensed. The man was struggling not to be overwhelmed by anger; struggling to control the rage inside him- it obviously wasn't working.
"Banner, just calm down," Fury said as gently as he could.
Bruce gave a long, drawn out growl, his hands clenched in the bonds that held him barely touching the floor. "I-I can't- I don't want to lose control. . . I'm not. . not gonna. . ."
"Breathe. Breathe. It's gonna be fine," Steve said. He pulled against the chains, but they were made out of a very strong metal; stronger than anything back on Earth.
"It is not going to be fine! Thanks to that imbecile of an alien, we're going to die here!" Bruce rounded on Steve, lip curled in a snarl. His eyes tinged green momentarily, startling the calm Captain.
"He's going to fix this. We're a team; we can get through anything."
"We're going to die here."
The cell door opened, the grating making nearby creatures cringe. The Doctor glanced up in time to see the door screech shut once again.
"You will tell us what you are and why you have come," a creature said, voice slick and cool. It was tall, black furred, with two large ears on its head. Basically, a walking cat, with fingers and four long tails swinging from its back, each with fleshy appendages on the end used for grabbing. A pair of bright emerald green eyes shone from under slim eyebrows.
The Doctor shot it a smile, eyes bright. "Hello! I'm the Doctor!"
"The 'Doctor'?" it asked, eyes widening, "The Doctor! Destroyer of Worlds and Oncoming Storm!?" It backed up abruptly, hitting the cell wall.
The Doctor watched, wincing. "Uh. . . yes."
It narrowed its eyes, malice filling them. It walked up to the chained Time Lord, a sword materializing in its paw. "Then you and your friends will die."
