As I'm writing this, it's been just a few days since I updated last, and this story's gotten 1.717 views since then. How. Anyway, I'd just like to thank you all so much for reading/reviewing/etc! It means the world to me (and apparently gets me to update a shit ton faster.) So here's hoping I'll be able to keep going strong with this story! -E

Clint made his way in front of Tony and Bruce and opened the door. The scent of already decaying flesh made him wrinkle his nose in disgust before bringing the top of his shirt over the lower half of his face as a small shield from the scent. He leaned a shoulder on the door for Tony and Bruce to walk through.

"Oh, god, Steve," Bruce groaned as he attempted to mask his face with his hands, walking past Clint. "it smells like you haven't showered in… Ever!"

"That's what rotting flesh'll do to 'ya," Tony offered sarcastically as he walked to Bruce. "Make 'ya stink like never before." He had his nose and mouth in the crook of his arm and just stood staring at the mess scattered all down the hall.

"Maybe we should get him some deodorant," Bruce joked quietly, looking anywhere but 'Steve'. Clint just gave him a look, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, that was a little too soon, Brucie," Tony clasped Bruce's shoulder with his free hand and walked past him further down the hall.

"Okay," Clint walked to meet them, glancing back at the door as it closed. "So we know for sure the… Whatever… Went that way," he said, pointing slightly. There were two other directions they could take on either side of them. "And hopefully Thor went that way, too…"

"We are not splitting up," Bruce said defiantly, looking between the two of them.

"No, no, that'd be stupid," Clint agreed, nodding once. "No, we just have to pick a direction and figure out how to keep going down."

"I think we should stay away from wherever the thing went," Bruce glanced down the hall nervously.

"But," Tony countered, looking at Bruce. "if you think about it, it'd make the most sense to go that way. Think about it. We're trying to get to Tasha. The thing's probably trying to get to Tasha. If we follow it, it'll lead us straight to h-" He was cut off by Bruce putting his hand over his mouth, shushing him.

"Stop making sense. Just stop it," Bruce demanded.

"He's right, though, Bruce," Clint added, nodding once as he glanced down the hall. "Come on."

As Clint made his way down the hall, taking care not to step on any shreds of skin, or puddles of blood, he noticed the lights gradually getting dimmer. Stopping, he turned around to look at Bruce and Tony. The pair hadn't moved.

"D'you guys have any idea what's up with the lights?" Tony looked at him, confused.

"...What?"

"The lights," Clint tried again, glancing up and pointing at them with one finger. He looked behind him once before looking at the boys again. "They're dimmer." Tony and Bruce slowly glanced at each other before looking back at Clint.

"Are you… sure?" Bruce asked carefully. Clint just exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed that everyone was continually questioning his sanity.

"Hold on. Maybe it…" he trailed off, walking towards them again to see if the lights lit up more, as if it was just his position in the hallway. He furrowed his brow as the lights stayed dim. "They're definitely dimmer." Clint looked at Bruce and Tony, nodding once.

"Okay," Tony glanced between them and started slowly walking down the hall. "Anyway, no, we don't know what's up with the…" his voice trailed off as he came to a stop, blinking a few times. Squinting his eyes up at the lights, he span around to look at Clint and Bruce. "He's right! The lights are dimmer over here."

"Just over there?" Bruce still looked unconvinced.

"Here, look." Clint grabbed Bruce's arm and dragged him down the hall towards Tony.

"Okay, okay. That's weird," Bruce agreed, glancing back where they had just came.

"Get's weirder," Clint took Tony's arm with his free hand and brought them both back to the door to the stairs.

"Why didn't it…."

"Shouldn't it have gotten lighter again?"
"That's what I thought!"

"Alright, let's just find the others and get the hell out of this place." Tony concluded, grabbing the other two and spinning them around. A voice suddenly rang through the hallway, dark and deep.

"There is no escape." The boys froze.

"I told you we shouldn't go this way," Bruce whispered, "I told you we shouldn't go this way! We made it mad!"

"No, he made it mad!" Clint whispered harshly back, giving Tony a shove forwards.

"What?! I did not!" Tony practically leapt backwards and glared at Clint. "All I said is that we should hurry up and get out of this place, I didn't-"

"And that made it mad! It doesn't want us to leave, we're… We're… Dinner!" Bruce exclaimed, flailing his arms slightly.

"Wait, wouldn't it technically be breakfast?" Clint pointed out, looking at Bruce, who simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Well, it's hard to say for sure, he could be saving us as leftovers."

"Ohhh, right, that's true," Clint nodded thoughtfully a few times. "I wonder how long we'd be good for? I mean, is he putting us in a fridge? How long does human meat stay good for?"

"Apparently not long," Bruce gestured to the skin and blood still on the floor in the hallway. "Just look at how bad Steve smells…"

"Will you two listen to yourselves?!" Tony exclaimed, his eyes wide. "What is wrong with you two?!"

"Hey! I'm just saying," Bruce raised his hands up defensively. "It's not going to want us to leave, so you saying 'oh, we have to leave soon!' is obviously going to make it upset." He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at Tony, who just stared on in disbelief.

"God, you've gone insane, haven't you? You've finally lost your goddamn mind," he looked between the two of them. "Who cares what it wants?! Let's just hurry!" Tony grabbed both of their arms again and yanked hard as he started down the hallway again, muttering under his breath. "'is he putting us in a fridge' for god's sake what does it matter you won't know the difference anyway you won't be alive... 'Oh no we'll be breakfast,' no you won't you'll be fuckin' dead, for the love of…"

"Muttering won't accomplish anything, Stark," Clint smirked slightly, taking the lead of the group again as they rounded a corner. The three stopped short, staring at the hallway before them. "Ah."

"So you mentioned all the lights being off earlier?" Bruce asked meekly, looking at the completely darkened hallway in front of them.

"...Yup."

"Does everyone have their phones?" Tony asked next, putting his hand in his pocket to grab his phone.

"Mhmm."
"Well, I've got Tasha's." One by one, the three took out their phones and turned the flashlights on. Tony took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Into the dark, then."

WitBeyondMeasure23: "I AM SO READY TO DO THIS. (No actually I'm freaking terrified) MORE!

I THINK I AM TOO. YEAH. LET'S. DO. THIS. (Note: this was written before writing the actual chapter it's self)

TayAnn961: "I loovvvveeeee this story so much! Please update as soon as you can ;-)"

I'm so glad to hear you love it! :D And yeah, I'm gonna do my best to not update every, like, two months. Last update was like a few days ago. So. I'm doin' good so far.

Sub-Zero MKA: "Gah! Even a recap chapter is freaking me out! So good!"

Eeeeeeeep okay so I was really worried this chapter would just annoy everyone because it's like "Ugh we KNOW what happened just get ON with it" so thank you so much!

ilikehats2: "They're all going to die. I hope Steve isn't dead. But If it's down to him and Natasha. Natasha must live."

If you've seen anything on my tumblr you'd know they're both my precious babies and I love them dearly. But will that stop me? Heheh