Okay, because I haven't touched this story in like two months, and I felt the past few chapters have been a taaaaad confusing, this one is just one big recap. My apologies to everyone who hates that kind of thing, but I just felt it had to be done! Now with this, I should be un-stuck as to where I'm headed with this. Officially. I've probably said that before, but it's for real this time. -E (also holy shit this story's got so many more views than I ever thought possible? Almost 20.000? thank you all so much? My god, wow, it just. Wow)

"Wait, wait, wait. Can we please try and put together what's going on first?" Bruce pleaded, looking between the two of them. "From the beginning. What's happened?"

"Nat was texting me around 3."

"While we were up playing Mario Kart- totally uninvolved," Tony pointed slightly, his eyebrows raised as if they were suspects of some crime. Clint shifted his weight and started tapping his foot quickly, his mind trying to put together the events of the night.

"..Right. Anyway, she texted me around 3 and said something like 'Why are you in my apartment I thought you said you were in bed?' And then she was like 'Is Tony pulling some shit?' so I texted you-"

"Right, right, and we took the picture," Tony added again quickly, Bruce chewing on his lip, glancing up and down the stairwell every so often.

"And then she stopped answering forever. So then around- shit, 4? - after texting her and calling her a million times she finally texts back, like, 'It keeps calling for me' and then 'time's up'."

"Around 4 she sent us a video!" Bruce finally chimed back in. Clint immediately rounded on him, glaring.

"And you didn't think to mention that before?!" Quickly shaking his head, Clint ran a hand through his hair, turning his back to them. "What was it?" He asked, quickly facing them again.

"She was sitting in a towel on the floor - probably in the bathroom - and she was threatening to cut my dick off and feed it to me when another voice said her…" his voice trailed off for a moment before picking up again, putting their stories together. "Said her name! - And then it said 'time's up'! - and the video cut off." Clint nodded a few times, glancing around, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Okay, so the stories fit so far," Bruce glanced between the two of them, pausing. "We basically went straight out the door after watching the video."

"Which is probably around the time I was waking Steve up," Clint glanced around, thinking. "And I called Thor while we were running to the car. Whole lot of good that did," he added bitterly.

"Anyway," Bruce's voice was tense, his eyebrows raised at Clint expectantly. "You obviously got here first, so keep going."

"Alright, we got here, the door's already open. All the lights are off."

"That's-"

"-Weird, right? We thought so, too. So we head upstairs. I think it was the… 6th floor? Where Steve just vanishes. No where to be found," he continued, leaving out how he didn't exactly look for Steve, anyways. "So I keep going, figuring, Steve can obviously handle himself. Going down the hall to Nat's apartment, this thing suddenly says my name. It's saying how it's going to 'kill me just like it killed her' blah blah blah. Then it's suddenly right in front of me. It's fuckin' huge as hell, has like 500 arms, it's skin looks like it's stretched back or something… It's eyes, holy shit, it's eyes were gigantic and completely black, it's got razor sharp teeth- a huge mouth. Blood everywhere." Tony and Bruce simply stared forwards at Clint, eyes wide, as they listened to his description. Sure, they had seen it run off, but it was simply that. They had seen only the back of it.

"So, naturally, I got the hell out of there and busted into Nat's apartment. Looked through every room. Didn't find her. I get to the bedroom and there's this loud banging on the front door. It suddenly stops and I find Nat's phone on her floor."

"Wait," Tony said suddenly, looking confused. "So she doesn't have her phone…? How did she call you?" Clint just waved him off.

"She has a new text message. From me. Kinda. I maaaay have accidentally dropped my phone in the hallway on the way to her apartment. So this text says something like 'the halls are decorated in her blood' or some bullshit, and I just keep going 'who is this' 'where is she' blah blah blah. Then suddenly Thor shows up, says he looked through the whole place, too. Doesn't know where she is. He also says he didn't see any 'blood decorating the halls', so I'm still not sure what's up with that... "

"Yeah, I didn't see anything," Tony furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced over at Bruce. He looked just as confused as Tony and shrugged to the both of them.

"Anyway, that's abouuuut when you guys showed up. While you guys were coming up, I got a text from Nat from my phone saying she was still in the building, she didn't have a lot of time, and that she was going to call quick." he paused to take a deep breath before continuing quickly. "On the phone she said to go down. Just go down. Keep going down. So, I'm assuming, she's in the basement. Right before the call ended she said 'Shit, don't use the'," he cut himself off as if to mimic the call ending.

"...Don't use the what?" Tony asked.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say the stairs. Because clearly," Clint gestured around. "This is a load of bullshit." He shook his head and exhaled slowly. "Aaaaaand then I ran into you two, we went down the stairs, I bumped into Steve. Except… Steve was acting like we had just gotten here. Like nothing else after getting onto the stairs had happened. All the lights were back off and he kept saying we had to go back up. That I hadn't been upstairs at all, and I've been with him the entire time. You guys were no where to be seen to back me up, so I go 'Look, I've got Nat's phone to prove it' and suddenly I've got my phone again and the time said it was just after 4, even though I knew it wasn't."

"But… You do have Nat's phone, and we weren't here until long after 4…" Bruce replied, his voice quiet.

"Exactly. But then I heard you guys coming down the stairs and Steve's suddenly trying to go through the door," Clint nodded at the door behind Bruce and Tony.

"And then he had this creepy grin and said he was going to look for Natasha on this floor," Tony remembered, glancing behind himself to look at the door.

"Then he ran through the door and when we opened it again-"

"It was the monster," Clint added quickly. "The monster was basically wearing Steve's skin…" Bruce looked as if he was going to be sick and Tony grimaced. "So as it was running off - cause it knew it was caught - it was shedding off Steve," he finished conclusively.

"Then the stairs broke,"

"Thor went missing,"

"And now we're here," Clint nodded, looking between them. Counting on his fingers, he listed off names. "Tasha is missing. Probably in the basement. Steve is missing. Possibly- probably dead, considering his skin is all over the floor in the hallway. Thor is missing…" his brow furrowed again in confusion. "Nnnnno...idea where he is, actually."

"Maybe he went down the hall after the monster like he wanted to before?"
"That would make sense…"

"Okay!" Clint sighed big and raised his eyebrows. "Are we good? Can we go?"

"Down the hallway?" Clint nodded and Bruce hummed nervously. Tony put his arm draped across Bruce's shoulders and steered him around to face the door.

"Let's do this."