"Capsicle, cut him off to his right, I'll try to get a blast on him." Tony Stark scowled, his repulsors actively shooting at the boulders where the intruder was currently dodging their shots.

"Copy that," Rogers stated, before sprinting directly towards the British man's hiding spot.

Sherlock could feel both of his pursuers closing in.

Thing was, he wasn't surprised that reinforcements had come after him and John. But The Avengers? Well, that was a bit unexpected. But unlike Mycroft, Sherlock was much more open to having a bit of fun. With a flick of his wrist, Sherlock tossed a modular smoke bomb in front of him, and as he heard the pop and hiss of the smoke rising, he scurried away under the guise of the growing plume of grey.

"Stark *cough* where did all the dust come from?" Steve shouted, waving his shield to fan away the rising smoke.

"That's not dust old timey, the guy's got an arsenal apparently."

"So what do we do now?"

"Well Capsicle, let me introduce you to this up and coming gadget, the Heat-Seeker 4.5. Newest tech there is. This infrared seeking radar can utilize the degree Centigrade-

"Stark, enough. I've used one before."

"Hmph, yet you still haven't watched 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding."

"I've got better things to do with my time-

"Speaking of time, the subject is giving off signals at 2 o'clock, he's heading towards the forest to your right." Tony analyzed, "Just follow the flying metal sheen and you'll get there."

"What? Oh-"Steve muttered as Tony suddenly jetted off. "Wait for the senior citizen my ass." Steve grumbled before taking off after the shining glint that was now Iron Man.

"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted into the dense forestation. His breath heaving, he waited for an answer. Several moments of silence passed before Sherlock concluded that John had either succumbed to the highly trained assassin, or bumbled along as he usually did and gotten away with only the blood of one dead American.

Enough about John though, Sherlock knew he had little time. The famous billionaire that was dead on his tail was bound to have some type of detector, or possibly placed a tracker on him.

This was a moment when being the baby brother to the British government had its perks.

From his jacket, Sherlock produced a modular device about the size of a mouse trap, where there was a lone metal switch. An EMP generator. With a flick of the switch the device could send out a single electric magnetic pulse, blowing out all electronic connections within a 10 meter radius. As he spotted a shimmer of red and gold from the skyline, Sherlock mentally smirked as he hovered his finger over the initiator dial. The Man of Iron suddenly emerged from a nearby cloud, his scarlet and gold suit zooming closer and closer, a bit closer…

"Okay crank-ster," Iron Man shouted through his suit, "fun and games are over, you're coming with-"

*Click*

ZAAAAAAAAAP

As Sherlock flipped the 'on' switch, Iron Man's suit froze up and fell to the dirt-beaten ground as if it were a third grader's science fair project.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, what the hell- diagnostics!" Tony grimaced.

"Sir, it appears that the fugitive has an EMP and has blown your main circuit. Backup generators will be up and running in two minutes and 47 seconds," the female robotic voice calmly recited.

"The hell is with this guy?" Iron Man muttered as he stood to full height, clanking loudly in his currently dysfunctional suit. "I knew I should have worn Mark 43."

"Mister, you are now responsible for several accounts of assault and battery, I highly suggest you come quietly before you pull any more charges onto your head," Captain America called at the trespasser, slightly winded after his impromptu sprint across the woods.

He had witnessed Tony's suit malfunctioning under the fugitive's control, but Captain America wasn't scared, so to speak. He tried diplomacy once more, "Sir, come quietly and we won't-

"I am terribly sorry, sir, but I really do have to get going!" Sherlock shouted with as much irony as a man who claimed to be emotionless could, and darted under the cover of the trees and began sprinting yet again-

SCHHHHK

An arrow came flying past.

THUNK

The target fell to the ground.

Out from the shrubs popped the head of a heavily bruised archer, with a tiny British man slung around his shoulder.

"Honestly, I don't understand why I never got a TIME magazine spread, considering that I do all the work around here." Hawkeye said, before emerging from the bush and walking towards the downed man.

"CLINT!" Steve shouted heatedly, "Why did you shoot him? You should have kept them alive! We have no idea of their motive, who they're working for, how they got access, you've created a huge liability for SHIELD, and the world-

"Steve, dude, chill out man, it's just a sedative," Clint smirked before pulling the tip of the arrow out of the man's curly head of hair, revealing a blueish substance seeping out of it.

"He should be knocked up for several hours, his friend, too." Clint said, pointing at the little man's still breathing but unconscious body laid out in the grass.

A moment of silence passed before Tony decided to leave

"Alright F.R.I.D.A.Y, are we alright to go now?"

"Yes sir, thrusters are functioning at 50%."

"Cap, you can take the smaller one, I've got the psycho, get back to the Quinjet." Tony said, scooping up the lanky man into his arms. "Oh, and Legolas, try to only be fifteen minutes behind us." He quipped as he took off into the darkening sky and quickly becoming a light beam as he headed towards their ride home.

"Come along Clint, you've got a long run ahead of you," reminded Steve before grabbing the unconscious, straw haired man and sprinting in the opposite direction.

"I swear, you'll be seeing my resignation form when we get back!" Clint yelled at the receding back of Captain America.

"You wouldn't survive a week!" Steve's voice replied, becoming fainter as he ran farther away.

Clint strung up an arrow and aimed at the speck of red white and blue. "No one would even know," he called, and with that he put down his bow and returned the arrow to his quiver, beginning the trek back towards the Quinjet, and back towards his fellow Avengers.

E/N: Icebreaker Fact- Fort Ticonderoga was the first American victory during it's Revolutionary war. Big spat in the face to the Brits that was.