Hey my dudes, here is the next chapter! Sorry, I've taken like forever, summer's been really busy. I'm in Chicago right now, but I brought my laptop and have WiFi, so I can update. Hopefully this means I can do more updating.

WhatHaveBooksDoneToMe: Hey, thank you so much for reviewing, and yes, I will try to update as soon as possible, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Oh, and also, I was reading through my chapters, and I noticed a crap ton of misspellings and typos and stuff, so I sorry about that, I will try to check that more often.

Clint and Natasha moved back from the gate, and sat down in the nest once again.

"What are we going to do?" Clint said, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't know. We definitely need to go help Coulson and Fury. So we'll need weapons." Natasha said, making a list in her head.

"I can go grab some from my room. I'll be right back." Clint said, and crawled back to the beginning of the air vents that led to his room. He was about to open up the gate when the door to his room burst open. Armed HYDRA agents swarmed the room, checking to make sure no one was in there. As silently as he could, he moved back to the nest.

"HYDRA's already got my room, there no way to get the weapons out of there without getting noticed." Clint said, shaking his head. "But luckily, I have some guns up here just in case." He moved to pull off a siding of the air vent, which revealed a little space where two Glock 22, with 3 magazines each sat there. Clint took them out and handed one to Natasha, and kept the other for himself.

"Ok," Natasha started, after loading one magazine in the Glock and keeping the other two in her pocket, "first, let's go help Fury and Coulson."

Silently, the assassins moved through the air vents until they reached the one leading to Fury's office. Peeking through the gate, they saw Fury and Coulson had moved, now leaning against the back wall, hands and feet tied. Two HYDRA agents were stationed in the room, one sitting in Fury's chair, and the other holding a gun at their prisoners.

The one in the chair seemed totally oblivious, spinning around and around in the chair, and occasionally bringing his hand up to his ear and mumbling a "yes sir," or "no sir," into his comm. The other one seemed to be the strong and silent type, standing there watching Fury and Coulson, and only replying with grunts when talked to by his colleague.

Natasha took a deep breath, steadying herself, before nodding to Clint, signalling she was ready. Clint cocked his leg back, and slammed it into the gate, hitting the floor with a metallic thud. Both HYDRA guards turned their heads, but before they could do much, small bullet holes in the center of their forehead. They hit the ground softly, and Natasha and Clint jumped down from the vents.

"Barton, Romanoff, what the heck took you so long? My butt is asleep from sitting here on this gosh darn floor while you guys dilly dallied up in the air vents." Fury started yelling as Natasha moved the guards against the wall and Clint took a knife out of his boots and cut the bonds.

"Do you always keep a knife there Barton?" Coulson asked, rubbing circulation back into his wrists.

"Dang it, sir. I'm going to have to move all my knives now." Clint said, a smirk filling his face as he moved over to cut off the ropes holding Fury.

"You better move your knife faster or I'll have your job, Barton." Fury threatened his agent when Clint hesitated to cut his boss's ropes. Clint just laughed and slit the ropes easily.

The two assassins and their handler stood around as Fury sat down on his desk and folded his hands together.

"So, what happened exactly?" Romanoff asked, looking between her boss and her handler.

Coulson shrugged. "I don't exactly know. We were fine for a while, then an explosion happened on the flight deck, and HYDRA swarmed."

Natasha bit her lip, also debating whether she was going to say something. Clint noticed this and took a deep breath.

"Natasha thinks that Hill started this." He stated, almost at like a five year old tattle-taling on another kid.

Natasha opened her mouth to speak, but punched Clint in the shoulder. He jumped a little, and rubbed his arm with his hand. Natasha shot him a look but he just smiled.

"To be honest, Romanoff, I had some suspicions when the HYDRA idiots tied us up, but I'd put those aside for now. Besides, I think she can hold her own." Fury finished, and leaned back into his chair. Just then the door to Fury's office burst open, and shut equally as fast. Commander Hill stood there, her gun visibly smoking, and breathing hard.

"Hill?" Coulson asked, surprised.

"Sorry for the intrusion. I needed somewhere to hide. HYDRA took control of the control room, and are holding all the agents hostage." She said, and walked forward, wiping her gun on her shirt, and putting it back in its holster.

"Ok then. We need a plan. How many weapons do we have?" Coulson said, taking control of situation when Fury didn't do anything.

"Two guns, one knife." Clint said.

"One gun." Hill added.

"Together, we have 2 guns." Coulson spoke for himself and his boss.

"One gun, two knives, two fully charged shockers, three knockout darts, and five different explosives." Natasha stated, her face blank. Clint stared at her, mouth agape.

"How do you hold all of that? Do you just walk around with bombs on you?" He asked, incredulous. Natasha just shrugged, but gave a small smile.

"Ok, that seems like enough. If we really want to get headway on HYDRA, we need to get more weapons. They probably have them under heavy guard, but getting there would defiantly help us rescue the rest of the agents. The weapons vault is not that far from here, down the left in this hallway, and pass a bunch of security clearances, to the vault." Coulson said.

Hill nodded. "There are two guards stationed at each door, and random agents walk up and down the hallways. We would need to get past them, and avoid cameras if possible."

Everyone seemed to agree-even Natasha, who was still a little wary of Hill being there-so all eyes went to Nick Fury. He kept staring at his hands, until he realized everyone had stopped talking. He looked up, staring at everyone with his one eye.

"What?" He growled, confused on why they were all staring at him.

Clint looked at Natasha. "I don't know, sir, you're just really quiet." Clint said slowly, and kind of shrunk back, when Fury glared at him.

Fury stared at his agents, all expecting a reply. He took a deep breath. "This is a lot more serious than you morons realize. Saving the other agents might have to happen later. Down below deck, we are carrying long range ballistic missiles, very deadly ones too. One of those missiles can turn New York City to ashes. I've seen the video feeds, HYDRA has gained control of those, and are planning to use them. That's why they attacked today. They are planning to use them to destroy anyone that goes against them."

Hey so, sorry for the cliffhanger/cliche ending, but ya. I'm working on the next chapter, so I'm working on it.

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