Here comes the second last chapter. I hope you enjoy as much as the others before :)

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Searching Tony and Steve walked through the building. They had to find Clint and Wanda as soon as possible. The problem was that they didn't know what they should do about Vision's manipulation. It was easy to leave the Iron Man and War Machine suits behind, but it was a totally difference with the other guy.

"How is she?" asked Tony.

He threw a worried look at the redhead spy from time to time, who was still in Steve's arms, and became paler with every second.

"Not good. We need to get out of her, or we will lose her."

"Why don't you try to call Clint again? This would help us a lot."

"Maybe because I only have two hands, and they are already busy carrying Nat?"

"Then give me this damn thing."

Tony grabbed the earwig before Steve could protest, then he pushed it into his own ear.

"Clint, can you hear me?"

"Stark? Where is Rogers? Is something wrong with Nat? Is she…?"

"Relax, Steve is with me. Natasha… well, she… how do I explain this?"

"Spit it out, Tony!"

"She is not doing so well."

The millionaire was left with silence for a few seconds, and he could only imagine that the archer was cursing on the other side. He knew that both assassins were very protective over each other, and that they cared for each other very much.

"Where are you?"

"Funny thing, I wanted to ask you the same thing. We got rid of Ross, but no plan for how long. We have to free Vision or we all will be dead."

"Sam, Scott and Rhodey arrived, too, but we are still working on a plan. Come to the training hall… or what's left of it."

"Really? You guys are alone for ten minutes, and you already destroyed the building?"

"First, it's been more than ten minutes. Second… see it positive. Until now, it's just the training hall."

"Great, we are on our way."

Five minutes later they reached the wreckage of their former training hall. Tony stopped Steve on the stairs.

"You stay away."

"Tony, I can…"

"You have the exercise to take care of Natasha. She can't fight, and we can't leave her here alone. So you make sure that no one is going to hurt her anymore."

Steve looked at Natasha again, then he nodded. Tony was right. The poor woman couldn't even fight a potato in her state. The millionaire only hesitated a second, before he left the two to join the rest of the team. Clint was the first, who noticed Tony, and ran to him.

"What's the status?"

"Vision knocked out Wanda, and he didn't give me the time to wake her. I still hope that she wakes up on her own, and helps us. Where is Nat?"

"She is with Steve. Have you noticed anything on the mind-stone?"

"He doesn't let us come close enough. How is she?"

"Can we focus on this problem first? I can only solve one problem at the time."

"She is my friend, Stark!"

"I know! And she needs medical attention as quick as possible! But we are not helping her by speaking about it, while we have another problem here! So do you help us, so that we can save her afterwards, or do you want to continue talking and letting her die?"

Clint looked as if he was ready to kill Tony, and luckily the genius was clever enough not to push him further.

"Good, that's what I thought."

Quickly he stood up, and walked inside the room. It was a disaster. Vision was surrounded by Sam, Rhodey and this new guy. They used every trick they had to keep him occupied, but they started to get slower, while Vision had his full power. Slowly Tony took a step closer to get a better look on the mind-stone. From his point it didn't look as if Ross did something to it. What could he have done? Fine, time to make himself known.

"Hey, Vis!"

The good thing was that it worked. Vision turned to him, but he used the stone on him. Luckily for Tony, Clint was a quick thinker, and pushed him on the ground.

"Are you insane?! Do you want him to kill you?"

"Of course not. I can't find any manipulation on the mind-stone from here, so I talk to him."

"Weren't you the one, who told me just minutes ago that we can't waste time with unnecessary words?"

"That's different. This time I try to find a solution."

Tony shook off the archer, and started a second round.

"Vision! It's me, Tony!"

The red man turned to the millionaire. The positive side was that he didn't shoot him, but he didn't look happy either.

"You can't fool me, creatures. Ross warned me that…"

"Ross lied to you! You can't trust him!"

"Why should I believe you?!"

"Ask me anything you want. Ask me something only I know. Or Clint, or Wanda… when she's awake again."

Surprised the Avengers watched how Vision honestly thought about Tony's words. Could it be so easy? Had Ross manipulated the powerful man only by words?

"I'm awake," Wanda's weak voice appeared behind Tony "Vision please. Listen to him."

Vision's blue eyes fell on the beautiful woman, and everyone could see how his thoughts were running. It seemed that he wanted to believe them, but Ross' words stuck deep.

"What did I make for you when everyone else was in Germany?"

"You WANTED to make paprikash. No plan what it was, but definitely not paprika. That's too easy Vision. Ask something else."

"No, I believe you. I apologize that I attacked you. Ross told me that someone infiltrated us, who would look like you guys. He said that they would try to convince me that they are the real ones, but I shouldn't believe them. The General gave me the order to kill each one of you."

"He lied. Rhodey and I were locked away, Ross took over our suits, so we wouldn't get in his way," Tony explained.

"What is our plan?"

"We run," Clint said "And we should start now. If the General knew that we would come, there are probably many gunned men outside, waiting for us to leave the building. And with every second we stay here talking, they are getting more."

The archer didn't wait for an answer. Instead he turned around to find his hurt best friend.

Steve sat with Natasha on the stairs, and pressed her against his chest. He congealed when Clint appeared, but relaxed pretty quickly, when he recognized the man. Clint took two steps at once, until he reached the two. Worried he stroked Natasha's cheek softly.

"Nat," he whispered "Hey, don't do this to me. You have to hold on."

Slowly the redhead opened her eyes. She was getting worse with every second, but still there was no word coming over her lips. Clint was relieved to see that she was alive, but the pain in her eyes made him panic. Natasha was strong, but even she had her limits.

"Good girl. Stay with us."

"… trying…"

Her voice was so silent and hoarse that both men barely understood her. Gently Clint stroked with his thumb over her lips to stop her from talking.

"Don't speak. Save your strength to stay with us."

Natasha sighed, then she closed her eyes. She hated to admit it, but she really needed help. The problem was to find a doctor, who wouldn't kill her as soon as he recognized her.

"What happened?"

This time the question was for the soldier, who hadn't let her go during their conversation.

"Ross. He wants her dead."

"Because she turned on him."

It wasn't a question, but Steve answered it anyway. He had told his friends about what happened on the airport after the tower had crashed. Clint had smiled, as if he had known it the whole time, while Wanda hadn't been convinced.

"Yes, it seems that he can't forgive her."

"She needs a doctor."

"I know. Do you know a doctor, who doesn't hate us, and will treat her, instead of killing her?"

Clint opened his mouth, then he closed it again. It was really hard, when you were out of friends, and the whole world hated you. Suddenly his face lit up.

"I have an idea. Let's get the rest of the team."

Their escape out of the building wasn't easy, especially now that they had two fighters less. At least in this point Ross had said the truth. His men had surrounded them, and without Wanda's telekinesis powers they would have been screwed. Fury helped them by firing from the Quinjet, until they could disappear inside, and leave their former home behind them. Clint took over the wheel, as soon as they were in the air, while the exhausted Avengers took deep breaths. Of course, Fury noticed Natasha's bad condition immediately. Worried he walked to Steve, who sat in a seat, with the former agent on his lap.

"What happened?"

"Ross attacked us in Tony's suit."

"He attacked… what?! How is this possible?"

"This bastard is clever. He knew that Steve and the rest would come for us."

"Haven't you learned a thing, Stark? I thought you would do something, so that the situation from a few years ago would never ever happen again!"

"That was different!"

"Yeah? How? Again someone else than you took YOUR suit, and used it against your team mates!"

"I tried to stop him!"

"Well, that didn't work out well, didn't it? Because Romanoff here looks pretty beaten up!"

"You…!"

"Tony, stop it! We don't have time for this," Steve interrupted the two "Barton, can we fly faster?"

"I'm already flying as fast as possible. Nat, hold on! It's not far anymore, I promise!"

Fury turned to Natasha, and felt for her pulse.

"Her pulse is weak. If we don't get to a doctor soon, we will lose her."

"We are not going to lose her!" answered Clint angry.

Fifteen minutes later they landed on the roof of a big building. They barely had landed, when Clint already opened the ramp, and Steve ran outside. A Korean woman waited for them. Dr. Helen Cho had helped Clint, after he was shot in Sokovia. When she saw the bad condition of Natasha, she didn't waste any time, and opened the door for them.

"I need an x-ray team in room two! Now!"

Carefully Steve put the redhead on a gurney, and with the help from Dr. Cho they managed it to lay her on her back. Natasha gasped for air, when the pain hit her.

"What happened?"

"We are not hundred percent sure, but I think she has a few broken ribs, which are worse now. She got some hard punches not long ago."

"Anything else?"

"A sprained ankle and lots of bruises."

"Okay, I take a look. Where is my x-ray?!"

Steve thought about following her, but she entered the x-ray room, and was surrounded by four other people immediately. He thought it would be the best, if he would stay outside. Clint, Tony and Fury arrived, and the archer wanted to get inside too, before he was stopped by Steve and Tony.

"I should be in there!"

"Do you have a medical education?" asked Tony.

"No, but…"

"Do you know how to use those instruments?"

"No…"

"Then you are no help in there. Let Helen do her job, she won't let Natasha die. This was a great idea, Barton."

Clint was still not convinced, but at least he stopped fighting against his friends. Nervous he watched how Dr. Cho and her team worked on his best friend. Fury put his hand on Clint's shoulder.

"She is strong, Barton. A few broken ribs won't kill her."

"And what if she has internal bleedings?"

"Natasha survived worse, you know that. In a few days she will yell at you again, and plays with your kids."

"She better be. I don't want to explain them, why their aunt Nat won't come home anymore."

The three men guided the archer to some chairs, where they urged him to sit down.