"Wait... So she went to speak to the dick across the road because she thought he was the one hacking into the system?" Tony was pacing a hole in the floor, one hand by his chin as he spoke aloud. "So she knew he has the ability to hack into Jarvis and she didn't even tell anyone? She didn't even tell me?" He demanded, frowning.

Loki shifted under the attention, clearing his throat. "Well, yes that seems to be the complete story." He admitted, making sure to avoid a pair of blue eyes watching him carefully. "She said she didn't want to risk... a corporate war?"

Tony faltered in his constant movement, chewing over the information. "Okay, yeah, I get it." He nodded suddenly, carrying on with his frantic pacing.

"Also, Stark, she did tell me where she was going, so she told someone." Loki said quietly, almost hesitant to break the high level of concentration the man seemed to have adopted. "Well, if I count?" He voiced, finally looking over to the solider at his side.

Steve shook his head. "You count Lokes." He soothed quickly before holding out a hand. "Tony, why don't you call him? Don't the CEO's do that all the time?" He asked the room, looking around. "Or did I get that wrong..."

Natasha brushed him off with the wave of a hand, eyes hard. "They can be known too Steve, don't worry." She muttered before looking down and sharing a careful look with her partner. "I don't like this Tony; I think we need to go over there..." She offered.

"And do what? Ask what he's done with my girlfriend? It can take weeks to get an appointment with him." Tony reminded the group, bitterly twisting his lips in a mock smile. "And if he knew it was me wanting said appointment, it'll change to months instead."

Steve was watching the banter before he opened his mouth, praying his suggestion was clever. "Maybe we should ring her cellphone?"

All heads spun to his, the room falling silent. The super soldier was quick to start an apology, thinking he'd screwed up again before a voice cut him off.

"Hey, yeah that'll work."

Stark had his cell out before anyone else could even pat their pockets, pressing a button and holding it to his ear. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he waited patiently for someone, anyone to answer the call he was making.

"She's not answering..." He grunted, closing his eyes and cursing. "Fuck!"

Clint stammered, holding his hands over Thor's ears. "Tony! There are children present." He scolded playfully, shaking his head. "Watch your language."

The unimpressed look the billionaire shot across the room was deadly and Clint chuckled nervously, pretending his attention was grabbed by something outside the window. Tony snorted and looked away as well, thought decorating his features as he absently glared at the hideous building across the busy road. "Did she even take her cellphone?" He asked, frowning.

Everyone blinked dumbly, some shrugging. "I have no clue..." Natasha offered, pursing full lips as she looked up at the ceiling, hesitating before speaking aloud. "Jarvis, did you register any sounds when Tony rang Quinn?" She demanded.

"My apologies, Miss Romanoff but I registered nothing at the time of the attempted call." The prim voice was as polite as ever, but there was a regretful tone lacing the well mannered words. "Perhaps Sir, you should try again."

Tony was already speed dialling, holding the phone to his ear with an air of impatience. Silence rang through the room before he grunted in frustration, pulling it away. "Voicemail."

Natasha clenched her jaw, breathing deeply. "Someone turned her phone off between that call and the first one then." She muttered, shaking her head. "She could've done it; maybe you're interrupting the little chat she's having?"

Everyone knew it was a long shot, and the look on the geniuses face showed how much he appreciated the false hope. "Really gingersnaps?" He murmured sourly, throwing his phone on the table and slumping into a seat, suddenly looking exhausted. "I don't think she turned it off... she would've answered me and we both know it."

Natasha adopted a scolded look, quickly dropping her gaze like a wounded puppy. "Sorry." She offered, smiling weakly. "We need to either contact AntiGen or we need to talk to SHIELD."

Steve's head shot up. "Yeah, why don't we talk to Fury?"

"Cause Fury is an asshole who'll tell us some bullshit excuse about how having other people in our lives is dangerous and blah, blah, blah..." Tony snapped, dragging a hand over his face. "If I have to even hear one peep from that prick I'll punch him in the eye-patch."

"What did his eye-patch ever do to you?" Clint asked, scandalised. When everyone looked his way, he shrugged, looking unperturbed. "What, tonight I'm playing the part of comedic relief, get over it."

"Key word in that sentence bird brain; comedic. Leave it to the professionals." Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair and nodding once. "Going over there is out of the question. If something has happened and we march into the building they'll know we know something's up." Narrowing his eyes he muttered the last part venomously. "Looks like we need to talk to Fury."

Natasha snorted but was already pulling out her cell. "I can't believe the great Tony Stark just admitted he needs help. Quinn's changing you for the better."

The billionaire scowled over at her. "She is." He muttered defiantly. "Not that there's anything to improve though." He quickly added, rubbing his mouth as if he was trying to erase the frown on his features.

"Of course not, absolutely nothing." Natasha mused under her breath, holding the phone to her ear. "Agent Natasha Romanoff, code 0-1-Alpha-3-Foxtrot-4-4-Juliet-7-Whiskey." She stood stoically, waiting for her code to be verified. "Yes, I'd like a secure line to Director Fury immediately." She demanded instantly, sparing her friends a short look.

Suddenly a scowl took over her features. "I don't care. Director Fury, now."

Tony whistled under his breath, shooting Clint an amused look when he blushed slightly. "Damn, I can see why you like her so much birdboy." He teased, cocking a brow before yelping when a book hit him square in the chest. "Son of a..."

Natasha lowered her hand, placing it back on the bookcase she'd been leaning against. "Director, we have a problem." She informed the man.

He was right; we didn't even make the lobby.

Of course though that was because my body quickly flushed out the drug and I woke up kicking and screaming as he carried me down a secure flight of stairs. Judging by his sudden cursing, he hadn't expected me to wake up so soon, or at all, and he was quickly struggling to hold down my failing limbs.

"You bastard, put me down now!" I screamed, hoping the loud tone would reach someone else's ears. "Help! I'm being kidnapped!"

I heard him chuckle, the sound being quickly cut off when my foot connected with his stomach. "No one's going to hear you pet." He crooned, lifting me up further on his shoulder. Bridal style hadn't worked for very long, especially when I woke up ready to extract vengeance. "Sound proofing. Spared no expense."

I snorted, trying to land another kick. An iron grip grabbed my ankle. "You do know I told Tony where I was going." I lied, cocking a brow and holding myself up by pushing my weight onto my hands, my palms firmly situated against his lower back.

"No you didn't." He corrected me, shrugging the shoulder I wasn't flung over. "Don't lie to me."

I growled but relented. "Fine, I didn't tell Tony... I told someone else..."

"Who?"

"Someone you..." I swallowed thickly. "Someone you don't know." I finished weakly, my voice small as I watched the flights become less and less. We were almost at the bottom and any second he would be dragging me out to a car.

He laughed again, at my expense. "Oh really? What a coincidence." He mused, hiking me up on his shoulder again until he was comfortable. "So I don't know this person?"

I blinked, trying to look anywhere but the ass that had practically been forced into my face. "Well, actually you might know him, but not personally." I said cryptically, pursing my lips as I noticed the level number.

Shit, level three...

"Oh? Curiouser and curiouser..." He trailed off; his sentence left hanging in the air. "Do I get a hint?"

I frowned slightly before opening my mouth dumbly. "I, uh, guess?" I stammered, confused by the playfulness of the conversation.

Cullen had always been like an older brother, and he was perfect at it. Protective and friendly but stern enough that I wouldn't lose concentration when working or become too lax in my studies. I was used to the friendly banter and the teasing tone he was using, but for some reason now...

He didn't feel like my brother anymore.

"Do you remember what happened with New York?" I didn't have to say anything else, feeling his shoulders stiffen slightly. "I'll take that as a yes?"

He snorted roughly. "Of course I do Quinn... Damn bastard destroyed some of my stocks and half of this building." He grumbled.

"Loki." I said simply, smiling slightly. "We're quite close now." I finished quietly.

His footsteps slowed, allowing me to clearly see the sign labelled; 'Level One.' I almost smirked as I imagined his face, the expression no doubt sewn onto his features. "Close huh?" He questioned tightly.

"Quite." I added.

"And you told him did you?"

"Yes."

"And that's supposed to what? Scare me?" He demanded, laughing bitterly again. "I'm not scared of some alien with a bad fashion sense."

I shot up, pushing my form up further so I could try to see the back of his head. "Hey! I happen to like his leather." I informed him scandalised. "And you do know he had magic right? Like magic, magic... As in magic that could tell him within seconds what my location is?"

He threw a door open suddenly, the loud bang it made echoing my statement. "There's no such thing." He snapped, his stride quickening. I managed to maneuver my body so I was looking around his side. The black van I saw almost made my heart stop.

"Wanna bet?" I muttered, chewing slowly as a few men jumped out of the darkened vehicle. "God, this is ridiculous, you actually have a van and freaking bodyguards..."

His laugh was forced, anybody would've noticed it. "Yes I do. I also have a lab full of doctors and scientists ready to pull and cut you apart." He said simply, the sound grating and honestly quite frightening. "So I would watch your mouth little girl."

"Oh..." I murmured, already picturing what seemed like a white room with men holding scalpels. "What am I? E.T?" I muttered into his jacket, practically hugging his waist. "You are not dissecting me!"

He threw me into the waiting van, my body tingling as it healed the bruises that would've formed as he stared me down. "Of course not, I want your abilities first." He grinned ferally, reaching forward to straighten the shirt I wore. "Then I'll dissect you."

My scream was cut off by the door slamming shut.

Whoa, I did not update this for a while, and I am really sorry. I haven't been too well as usual and my school works picking up!

Hope you liked it; remember a review is to me what Bella is to Edward...

Drugs :D

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