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'He was sent on a suicide mission.' Bruce told them.

Tony finished. 'And we have no idea where.'

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Amsterdam. Just like he suspected. He had cursed himself blue when he found the file. This mission was a death trap. And yet he found himself in the train. Rereading that same file over and over again. His mission was to take out the group of men who hadn't followed Erikson's lead after their leader died. A hand full of men still who still followed the old ways. Talk about mission impossible.

He sighed. He couldn't help himself. If he was going to die he hoped he had bought the rest of the team enough time. That Natasha had managed to decipher his message. He thought back to Bruce's call. The doctor had sounded different from the last time the archer had spoken with him. He had felt hope for the first time this all had started. Erikson's voice had crushed that. Still something had happened there. He just wished he knew what.

The train entered the station with just a little delay. He had pushed back the pain from the wound. He hadn't bothered stitching it up. It wouldn't make a difference anyway. He was stiff but that couldn't be helped.

He still carried the rifle and the gun he had picked up in London. He would need them. He stood to leave the train. He held the bag securely against his body. He swallowed. This was not who he had imagined his last day to go.

The train came to a halt. He let himself be dragged along with the mass of people until he had left the station behind him. He stood in front of the city. The urge to turn around and go back was great. The pulled his phone. Erikson wouldn't know if he called Natasha. Probably. He sighed again. He just couldn't risk it.

He walked into the city. He had a target to find.

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'Suicide mission?'

'What do you mean you don't know where?'

Steve and Natasha spoke at the same time. Bruce looked at Tony, who glanced back. Tony opened his mouth to speak. He had never appreciated Bruce's unwillingness to be the centre of attention less than at that moment. The widow looked murderous.

'We never-' The billionaire never finished the sentence. He had inhaled too deeply and a coughing fit overcame him. His ribs were at least bruised; he groaned and tried to breathe through the pain. A hand on his shoulder helped grounding him. When he took a moment to look up he found Bruce in the same position he had been earlier that day. He gave the doctor a faint smile and continued coughing.

Bruce looked up again into the expecting gazes of his teammates. His friends. He sighed. 'We never knew where he sent Clint. He just told us that this last mission was a suicide mission and he could do whatever he liked now.' There was no need for him to say what the plans for them had been. They would figure it out.

'He used the cell phone.' Tony had caught his breath and held the broken phone up for emphasis, 'to call Clint. Tell him where he could find the file about his target and give him prove of life.'

Bruce looked thoughtful. He had been the one who talked to Clint. 'I know he started in London. And after London he only had thirty-six hours to finish the next target. And then twenty-four hours to complete the last one.'

'That doesn't really narrows it. He could be all over Europe or even back in the states.' Clint could be even farther away than that, but she didn't want to think about it.

Phil's phone rang. Natasha glared at her handler and friend. 'You gave me trouble for bringing my Starkphone and now you have your own phone with you.'

'There are only two people in the world who have this number.' He told her and walked out of the room to answer.

'There maybe another problem.' Bruce started doubtful. He wasn't sure he should tell them. There was nothing they could do from this distance.

'Bruce.' Steve prompted when it appeared that Bruce wasn't going to continue.

'Clint called. Shortly after we had hung up.' He looked at Natasha now. He needed something to focus on. 'He sounded off. Like he was in pain.'

Natasha looked doubtful. Her partner never showed pain. Almost never. She and Phil had managed to break through that thick skull of his. He knew better than to try and hide it, if he was in pain. But if Bruce had managed to pick up on it through a phone call, the doctor was more observant than they gave him credit for. Or Clint was in too much pain to hide it. She refused to think of the latter as an option. Clint was the best.

'I think you're right doctor.' Agent Coulson entered the room. He was in full agent mode. 'That was Fury. A hotel room was found full of blood stains and bloody towel. Our analysts matched the blood to Agent Barton. As of right now he is considered a rouge agent. Agencies all over the world are looking for him.'

'And if they find him?' Bruce was scared of the answer.

Phil stared at the scientist. 'That depends on the agency. He will either be arrested or killed. And Clint doesn't have a habit of doing things the easy way. So…' he trailed off. They all knew what he was thinking.

'So we find him first.' Steve said.

'Where was this hotel?' Even a hurt Tony, was a smart Tony.

'Brussels.' Phil answered.

Natasha groaned. 'That would explain the pain.'

'Belgium? Pain? Perhaps they hit my head harder than I thought.' Tony exclaimed. He turned to Bruce. 'Do you understand any of this?'

Bruce just shook his head.

'One of Europe's best assassins lives, or I guess lived.' She looked at Phil, her handler nodded. 'In Brussels. There are only a few people in the world that would be able to spot Clint. He was one of them.'

Bruce nodded. Steve copied his movements. 'Alright. Brussels. Does this help us in finding out where the hawk is right now?'

Natasha shook her head. 'No.'

'No, but he left with haste, or he wouldn't have left a trail behind.' Phil mumbled. 'Twenty-four hours. Suicide mission.' Phil eyes lit up in recognition. 'I think I know where he is.'

'Well..' Tony was impatient. He just wanted to go home. Cuddle with Pepper and not come out of bed for a week. But he was worried as well. He wanted their teammate back. He wanted his friend back.

'Well,' Phil glanced back at Natasha. 'Amsterdam.'

Natasha groaned. Of course he would say that.

'What? Why Amsterdam?' Bruce asked. Steve mused that the scientists had heard the complete story. They were victims of events beyond their knowledge. Just innocent, he almost snorted when he thought of Tony as innocent, bystanders. They had been just a way to get to Clint. The easiest way he reasoned. Natasha was lethal; anyone going after her would end up in a body bag. Thor wasn't on the planet and to capture Captain America, you would have to have extraordinary skills. That left Tony and Bruce. It was sad that someone would go through all the trouble of kidnapping the hulk to get to Hawkeye.

'That's where this all started.' Phil said, before he left the room, letting the scientists stand looking confused at Natasha and Steve. Natasha sighed and wanted to start on explaining when Phil popped back in the room again. 'Explaining can be done on the road. We need to get going.' When the team didn't move quick enough. He added. 'Now.'

He left the room again and the team scrambled to catch up.

So Tony didnt repair the phone. He probably would have, if I had given him some time. Sadly.. No.
Clint and action in the next chapter. Up to Amsterdam

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