Clint and Natasha traveled the helicarrier with their weapons drawn. They didn't know where Tony was or who took him and they were intent on finding him before whoever had him could do any more harm. Every time an agent ran into the duo they were rewarded with the same sight of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s deadliest operatives aiming at them with intent. Each person they came upon was a dead end and the two Avengers let them all pass.
Whoever had Tony was taking a risk. Even though they were crazy enough to take him right under the nose of the Nick Fury and the worlds greatest superheroes there was no way they weren't getting off the helicarrier as fast as possible.
"Any sign of him yet?" Steve's voice came through the earpieces of the two assassins. Having very little experience with the navigation of helicarrier that was more like a maze for anyone who hadn't been traveling it for extended periods of time he chose to stay with Pepper incase whoever took Tony had friends on board.
Clint tapped his earpiece to reply. "Not yet. But whoever grabbed him going to have to get him off of here is they want to do anything to him, the only way off is by jet or helicopter hopefully we can cut them off."
"Agent Barton, Agent Romanoff." Maria Hill's, Fury's right hand, voice chimed in. "The woman, Melissa, is missing from her cell."
"Repeat." Natasha called into her headset.
"Melissa Turning has escaped from her cell." Maria's voice was out of breath like she had been running around. A normal thing for her being basically the person who kept the helicarrier operational along with Fury. "Damn it," she whispered probably unaware her earpiece was still on. "Justin Hammer is also escape, I repeat Justin Hammer is no longer in his cell."
The line went dead as she, as well as every other agent on the helicarrier, ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. It was the reminiscent to when Loki made his first attack on them.
"How the hell could they, and Tony, both disappear without anyone seeing?" Clint asked as they reached the door to the landing pad and Natasha furiously put the code in. "There's no way anyone could move around here without being seen. Especially with a comatose man in a hospital bed with them. Something's off."
The door lock beeped and turned red with a message that read 'denied.' Natasha tried again before swearing loudly in Russian. "It's not accepting the code. Hammer must of hacked the carrier and reset the code."
"That's impossible." Clint tried the code but got the same result. He tapped his ear piece. "Agent Barton to any responding agent. Is there anyone on the landing pad?"
After a few moments of silence he got a message. "Agent Barton this is Agent Linston, all operatives were ordered off the pad ten minutes ago. It's a bone yard out there."
Natasha studied the door trying to remember the thickness of it and all other details. "You have a arrow that can knock this off?"
Clint was already reaching into his quiver. "Do you even have to ask?" He notched an arrow and waited for his partner to get behind cover before he took the shot. "Hey Fury." He yelled over the comm.
"Yes Agent Barton?" The gruff voice of Nick Fury came through.
"Sorry about the door." He said before he shot an arrow that within seconds of hitting the metal blew a hole right through the middle.
Outside they saw a jet seconds away from taking off. Just as it started rolling off Clint shot an arrow at the wheel of the ship and his aim was dead on. Acid poured out of the arrow eroding the wheel which made the front end of the jet drop the ground.
Without skipping a beat Clint and Natasha ran to the jet as the back door started lowering itself down. Carefully boarding the jet the two looked for any sign of any of Tony or the two who held him captive. Only there was no sign.
The jet was completely empty. When they went to the pilot they found no one but a device that was far out of place laying in the middle of the controls that snaked its way around them and seemed to control the jet. If Tony could see it he would have probably called it beautiful.
Across the landing pad the assassins witnessed through the window in the cockpit as a second jet took off leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. in the dust behind it. Travelling as fast as it could to put the furthest amount of distance between them in the smallest amount of time. Making it near impossible to hit with an arrow or a bullet. Natasha punched one of the metal walls of the jet they were in. hard enough to cause her hand to bleed.
Clint started disbelieving at the jet as it became no more than a dot in the sky."How many times are we going we going to fall for that?"
"Tony." A soft voice filled his dull mind. Someone was calling his name. "Time to wake up now Tony."
The voice was odd to him. It sounded familiar but filled him with a sense of dread. Like he knew something bad was going to happen just because that voice filled his mind.
"Come on you wouldn't want to miss all of the fun." It whispered though the tone of the voice made Tony think this type of fun he wanted. Which was proven with a sharp slap on the side of his face that made his eyes open out of pure shock.
With open eyes all of his senses came back like how much his entire body hurt. Every inch was stiff and he could barely move a finger; as he remembered the electrocutions that began to make sense. What didn't make sense was how much his throat hurt as if someone had rubbed his trachea with sandpaper. Or how drowsy he felt.
"Sorry if you're feeling a little sluggish just wait for the drug to wear off." The now definitely female voice told him. "Easiest way to move you without you fighting was to induce a coma." The women's dark hair came into focus with the rest of her face. The woman with the gun leaned over him with a psychotic smile on her face. He felt his eyes widen with shock which seemed to please her. "You and me have a lot to talk about ."
(A/N Part Two) This is where I leave you until Monday. And if you don't know what I meant up at the top with the first authors note consider yourself lucky that that stupid dress hasn't ruined your life yet.
Also take a moment today to appreciate the life of Leonard Nimoy who died today at the age of 83.
Live Long and Prosper.