Hi, Sorry this took a while. I haven't abandoned this story. I will finish it. I just can't make any promises how quickly.

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Natasha nodded, even though Steve couldn't see her. 'We're on our way.' She turned to Clint who was watching her. 'Now? Now we fight. Together this time.'

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Captain America had put a barricade between the guards and the Hulk. Steve was holding off guards from the Hulk's unmoving form. Bullets were rocketing of his shield. Tony was cursing, but he had managed to remove at least most of the suit. He had the boots still on. It wasn't useful, but he didn't have a choice. He had picked up one of the guns from a fallen guard and was trying to help Steve.

'We are going to the shooting range when this is all over. Help you improve your aim.' Steve was complaining. Tony was giving cover fire without actually aiming.

'I normally have a Jarvis to help aim.' Tony could complain with the best off them.

'Can you clear the southern doorway? We're on our way.' Natasha's voice came over the comm.

'We? You found Hawkeye?' Steve was shocked he had missed that, he quickly shook himself, shot the guards and replied. 'The doorway is clear.'

Steve watched for any new guards, but so far they stayed away. It took a lot of concentration to keep his attention on the room, instead of staring at Clint. He managed just barely. When Natasha and Clint were safely on his side of the barricade, he risked a glance at the archer and decided he agreed with Bruce. The archer looked half dead on his feet.

Clint was frozen. He was seeing ghosts. Right in front of his was Tony Stark, wearing his Iron Man boots and wielding a gun. He knew he had to move. He would be freaking his partner out right now, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Perhaps the rescue was all in his head. Had Waters drugged him somehow?

Natasha realized fairly quickly what was wrong with her partner. She moved towards him, slowly, as not to startle him. 'He is real. They lied to you. Thanks to you we reached them in time.'

Clint slowly turned his head to Natasha. Only he would be able to tell if she was lying. He couldn't find a lie in her eyes. On the contrary, she was begging him to believe her. And he did. Without conscious thought he flung himself at Tony. He grabbed the billionaire in a bone crushing hug. Tony looked worried; Clint Barton wasn't normally big on showing emotions. He could feel the archer tremble and decided to return the hug. If this was needed for the Hawk to believe him alive he would gladly do it.

Tony felt solid and his eyes hadn't betrayed him yet. Clint took a moment to pull himself together; it took slightly longer than normal due to the fever, and stepped away from the billionaire. He shot Tony an apologetic glance, which Tony waved away.

'I would be overwhelmed to see me too.' The billionaire joked, before turned serious.

'Are you alright? You looked like death warmed over.'

Now it was Clint turned to wave the concern away. 'I'm fine.' He said. Natasha glared at him. 'I will be fine.' He amended. 'There is nothing we can do here anyway.'

Natasha wasn't much happier with that reply but let it pass. 'What are we going to do now? We can't carry an unconscious Hulk out of here?'

There were all silent. Why hadn't the Hulk turned back in to Bruce? Steve would have been able to carry Bruce without too much trouble. 'Phil, any ideas?'

'Phil is here too?' Clint whispered to Natasha. She just stared at him like he was an idiot. He guessed that was answer enough.

'No. We can't call out usual back up. Unless Stark has a new trick up his sleeve, you just have to wait it out.' Phil replied.

That didn't improve the mood. Clint noticed the difference. He poked Natasha. 'What is he saying?'

'We have to wait it out and hope that the Hulk isn't too angry to turn back when he wakes up.' Steve explained.

'Or that we run out of ammo.' Natasha muttered.

'But why doesn't he call…. Oooh.' Clint muttered. He had known that Fury would be pissed off because he went on his own.

'He can't.' Natasha, apparently able to read his mind, had followed his train of thought. 'The council ordered your arrest. We're all going against orders right now.'

Clint just nodded, his brain too tired to think about the repercussions of his team's action. 'So we're on our own and we need something to carry the Hulk with.'

'Carry the Hulk….Carry the Hulk.' Tony repeated his words. 'The cart for the Iron Man suit.' He exclaimed. 'We can..' the billionaire started.

Natasha cut him off. 'We can't reach it. Besides that, we don't know if it will hold Hulk's weight.'

Tony glared at the female assassin. 'What do you propose then? Wait until we run out of ammo? Because we won't last long. We have got to try something.' Tony grumbled. 'If the cart can hold the suit, maybe it can hold our green friend as well.'

'Hold the suit?' Clint asked. He tried to picture it. Tony had normally more sophisticated way to carry the suit around.

Tony opened his mouth to answer, but Steve shook his head. 'It's a long story.' The super soldier turned to Natasha. 'I agree with Tony. We have to try something.'

'Alright. We'll cover you and you can pull the cart this way.' Tony was directing this to Steve.

'Why me?' The super soldier wondered when he had stopped being the team's leader. Why else would Tony Stark off all people suddenly make the plans?

'Because you have the shield. I would have gone, but I'm not exactly bulletproof at the moment.' Tony snarled.

Steve thought about it for a moment. 'What about I'll lend you the shield and you go. You're such a bad shot I might get shot in the back.'

'Guys.' Natasha shouted at the soldier and the billionaire. The men were so busy arguing they completely missed Hawkeye sneaking off.

'What?' Steve turned to face Natasha and noticed Clint was missing. 'Where did he go?'

'Where you do think?' She snarled. If looks could kill, Steve guessed he would have been dead, three times over. Still he guessed that the glare was actually for the missing teammate. Tony poked him in the side. Steve glanced at the billionaire, who now pointed to the cart. Hawkeye was sneaking his way to it.

Steve risked a glance at Natasha. The female assassin shrugged. 'You were wasting time. He just beat me to it.' She shot a guard coming close to her partner. 'You wanted to do something.' She accused the men. Steve had the sense to look a bit guilty. Tony didn't seem too bothered he had been left out of the action.

The billionaire smirked at the super soldier. 'Now you don't have to worry about a bullet in your back.'

Natasha sighed. She looked back at her partner. At least she would be there to watch Clint's back. This time.

Clint was successful in reaching the cart. He noticed a guard dropping dead nearby. The marksman grinned. Natasha. He pulled at the cart. He needed to get it to his team. He grunted under the weight. His ribs protested and the bullet wound ached under the pressure the archer put on it.

'This is not a good idea.' He muttered to himself. Even if the bullet wound was his biggest problem, the cart was fairly heavy. He pulled again. The cart started rolling. Clint sighed in relief. He pulled again. The cart was moving to his team. A gunshot sounded and another guards dropped dead behind him. He silently vowed to never sneak off without his partner again.

When he nearly reached the team Steve jumped from behind the barricade to help him. Together they managed to get the cart behind the barricade. Natasha was still looking out for new guards, but for the moment they had stopped coming.

Clint wiped sweat from his brow. Natasha arched an eyebrow, but she remained silent. Clint had a fever from infection. There was nothing she could do here. The archer looked around the team. Glad he was seeing only one of each of his teammates. 'Now what?'

Clint might seem a bit OCC in this chapter, but I couldn't resist having Clint hug Tony. Hope you liked it.
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