So heres the second chapter hope you all enjoy! I dont own anything!

"Why are we here again?" Tony whined for the hundredth time as the Avengers walked on the mountain trail.

"Because," Bruce answered happily, "A hike is good for your senses, it's a lot better than being stuck in the tower all day."

"Speak for yourself," Tony muttered, "I'd rather be working on my suit."

"Stop whining Tony," Natasha snapped, "Everyone else is enjoying themselves."

Tony shot her a glare but kept quiet. The group was being led by Bruce and Steve, followed by Natasha and Clint and behind them was Tony dragging his feet and grumbling to himself. Thor was currently not on the planet, off doing god knows what, Tony thought jealously Why doesn't he have to go on this stupid hike.

"The clearing I was telling you guys about is right over this hill." Bruce said with a bounce in his step. It was nice to see the over-stressed scientist in a good mood.

"Good," Tony scoffed.

If he was being honest he was kinda glad that Bruce dragged him out here on the hike, the scenery was beautiful, but there was no way he was going to let Bruce know that. He just liked to be a pain sometimes, a mischievous grin spread over his face. He followed the rest of the group into the clearing and looked around, the scene was breath taking. The sunlight hit the grass just right so that the morning dew made it look like it was sparkling, the only sound you could hear were birds chirping and the occasional skitter of a squirrel. There were flowers spread around the ground that just completed the scene.

"Hey guys," Tony called as his eyes met a weird lump at the other side of the clearing. The other four Avengers looked at him as he pointed to the lump, "What's that?"

"It looks like a man," Hawkeye replied, squinting a bit to see better.

"Do you think he needs help?" Steve asked with concern etched in his face.

"I don't know, let's go see." Bruce replied and began making his way over to the man lying on the ground.

As they got closer they realized something was wrong, the man wasn't moving at all and it looked like the ground around him was red.

"Oh shit," Tony broke out in a run towards the man, Bruce following quickly behind him.

The genius and the doctor slowly, carefully, flipped the strange man over. Bruce touched his neck, "He's got a pulse, barely."

"Is that… A bullet wound?" Steve gasped when he got close enough to see the stranger.

"The bullet is still stuck in there," Bruce lightly touched the wound. The man whimpered slightly, "We have to get him help right now."

"I got it," Tony replied and pressed a few buttons on a remote that he pulled out of his pocket.

The Avengers stood there for a few seconds before they all heard a high pitched whining. They all looked up at the sky to see a torpedo looking thing shooting right for them. Captain moved to step forward but Tony pressed past him, he held up his hands, palms facing the torpedo. Just when it looked like it was about to flatten Tony into the ground the torpedo seemingly exploded and covered Tony. When the sound of machine whirring stopped, Iron Man stood where the genius previously was. The face plate slid open as Tony turned around.

"I'll fly him to the Tower and try to stabilize him," Tony carefully picked up the stranger, "You get back as soon as possible."

With a quick nod from Bruce Tony took off, being careful not to shake his passenger too much.

Tony landed on the walkway with ease. The strange man he was been carrying hadn't even stirred during their flight here. With a speed only Iron Man could muster together, Tony ran into the first room, which happened to be the kitchen. He swept his arm over the table, effectively clearing it and smashing a few plates in the process, before he slowly lowered the man onto the furniture. The man left out a low whine and his eyes fluttered open. He looked like he was in pure panic, Tony placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's going to be okay," Tony assured him as he made his way across the room to a small box that was screwed into the wall. "What's your name?"

"D-dean." Dean was barely able to breathe the one word out.

"Don't worry Dean," Tony opened the box and pulled out a smaller white one, "When Bruce gets here we are going to help you."

With perfect timing, the elevator opened itself and out flowed Bruce, Steve, Natasha, and Clint.

"How is he?" Bruce asked, pushing his way past his team and muttering "Sorry" to each one.

"He's awake," Tony said, not looking at anyone as he pulled out a needle from the white box, "Says his name is Dean."

"Dean," Bruce looked at the frightened man with a soft smile, "My name is Bruce, I'm going to help you. You've been shot and the bullet is still in your arm."

"I k-know," Dean's eyes fluttered like he was fighting for consciousness which he probably was.

Without warning Tony plunged the needle into Dean's arm. Dean jerked away violently and a low growl filled the air. "Dean, it was just a little morphine," Bruce placed a soothing hand on his uninjured shoulder.

"Did he just growl at me?" Tony whispered to Steve, Steve just shrugged.

"Tony I need you to grab the needle-nosed tongs and sterilize them," Bruce demanded as he moved over to Dean's wound.

Tony nodded and grabbed the tongs from the box. With a controlled repulsor blast he set fire to a stack of papers that were on the counter.

"Those were S.H.E.I.L.D reports!" Steve whined.

"Sorry, Cap," Tony said with a smug smile as he held the tongs in the fire, "This seems a little more important."

It took a minute or two to properly sterilize the tongs but once they were done Tony handed them to Bruce.

"Steve, I need you to hold down his shoulders, Tony I need you to hold down his legs." Bruce commanded, "Dean, this is going to hurt like a bitch so here," Bruce swiftly pulled off his belt and folded it in two, "Bite down on this."

Dean nodded and took the belt between his teeth. Steve and Tony positioned themselves around Dean and Bruce moved to Dean's side. With a nod Bruce slowly began to push the tongs into Dean's wound. The sound of hissing filled the air as the tool contacted with Dean's skin. Dean let out a pained scream and bucked, trying to get away, his instincts were taking over. The werewolf ripped his leg free and kicked up as hard as he could, hitting Tony under the jaw and sending him flying across the room. Natasha and Clint quickly took Tony's place.

"Hurry up, Bruce!" Natasha grunted as she worked to keep Dean's leg to the table. "I don't know how long we'll be able to hold him!"

"I think I got it!" Bruce yelled to be heard over the growling and howls that the man on the table was making.

With a hard yank Bruce pulled out the tongs and the bullet. Dean bucked up again, throwing everyone surrounding him to the floor. Dean crouched low on the table the only thought in his instinctive brain was Pain Pain Pain, I need to get away! His eyes darted around the room wearily before seeing a doorway. He pounced off the table and made to run towards the door but a hand grabbed his leg. With a startled yelp Dean was on the floor, someone on top of him.

"Dean, you need to calm down!" Steve pleaded, "The bullet is gone, no one is going to hurt you anymore!"

Dean wriggled on the ground underneath the Captain; the need to get away was growing in his chest. Dean! Get a hold of yourself! Dean told himself, that was the voice of his inner hunter trying to fend off the instinct of the wolf. It worked this time, with a shake of his head Dean was thinking clearly again.

"Okay," Dean took a deep breath and Steve slowly got off of him. Dean pulled himself up to a sitting position and buried his head in his hands, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to… I didn't think…"

"I get it," Bruce pulled himself off of the floor, he was looking a little green, "You were scared and you reacted, it's okay Dean."

"Did I hurt anyone?" Dean looked up at Bruce with sad eyes before looking at the others. Natasha was helping Clint up and Tony was standing on his own rubbing his jaw.

"You got some damn strong legs," Tony muttered.

"Come here and let me patch up that wound," Bruce said as he picked up the little white box from the ground.

Dean nodded and sat back on the table.

Second chapter yay! Let me know what you all thought!