(A/N) Got two tests out of the way today that means I only have three more this week leaving you with a very conflicted author. Am I glad I'm closer to done or sad cause I have so much more to do? Who knows. Anyways enough about finals here's the next chapter.

Tony was used to waking up after falling unconscious at some random moment. In the past day or however long it had been since his life was normal he found himself waking up in strange places that seemed foreign to his groggy mind but sometimes became familiar after time passed. The four walls of the storage unit were not things he was happy to see again though. Once stainless steel was now splattered with red blood from Tony's ex-rival along with the pool that sat under Tony from the wound in his leg. Sometime when he had fallen unconscious the wound had been treated as to stop the bleeding leaving him with a thick wrap of gauze around his thigh.

For the moment Tony was alone. Hammer's body was gone leaving a trail of blood out the door of Tony's prison that now had the metallic smell of blood in the air. Melissa was off doing who knew what leaving Tony with his thoughts.

Most of which were about how much his body hurt. His leg burned as if it were on fire; no, fire didn't cover the heat he felt in his thigh. More accurately it felt as if someone had taken the sun from the sky and put it in his wound. Thinking about it made the pain worse, but not thinking about it was impossible. It was still nothing compared to the pain of being electrocuted repeatedly for who knew how long. Electrocution was like being cooked a terrible thing to go through. It leaves its victims confused and stiff like a board, even now Tony could feel the rigour in his limbs.

Past the pain Tony had a few other thoughts. Mainly of Pepper hoping the last time he saw her wouldn't have been with her still upset about his stupid twelve percent comment. But his mind also travelled back to the Afghan cave that he had been held hostage in. He found it funny how he found better options for escaping in a cave in the middle of nowhere than he did in that moment.

Somewhere he knew that people were looking for him just like Rhodey did all those years ago. But another larger side of him was starting to doubt rescue would come. He was on a boat he knew that much and with the world being about seventy percent covered in water and who knew how many boats large enough to fit a container large enough to fit a person. That's also assuming that the team miraculously knew he was even on a boat. Tony was a man of science and math and knowing that the world had over five quadrillion square feet of ground for the Avengers to try and cover looking for him left him with very little hope.

"How they hell did this happen." Nick Fury was, out of lack of better words, furious. Someone had taken one of his team from right under his nose and no one was the wiser. It was only by luck that they had caught on to what was happening while Tony was still on board.

The Avengers team sat around a large round table like Steve and Tony had when Coulson had passed. Defeat mixed with rage as they got their plan for getting back a lost team member.

Natasha typed furiously away on the laptop that sat in front of her. "Whoever did this was one of us, and I'm willing to bet it was her." She flipped the laptop around so people could see the footage of Melissa sitting in her cell. "That footage is live. She put it on a loop it's impossible to know how long she was in there for."

"And what makes you think this was one of us?" Steve asked appalled of the idea of treason.

Natasha spun the laptop around again and continued to type and explain. "The cell she's in. No one noticed it before but there are small differences from the cell in the footage of her and the one she was supposed to be in. Whoever Melissa really is would have needed to know exactly what our containment cells looked like."

"Couldn't it be just as likely that she had been prisoner in one of those cells." Bruce put out because he like everyone didn't want to believe that an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. could have done all of this.

"No," said Clint, "whoever she was knew exactly how to get out of the helicarrier without being seen. She's probably part of an infiltration squad."

"A spy?" Bruce wasn't sure why he was so surprised about her being a spy considering he was friends with two of them. "How do you know?"

Clint crossed his eyes almost defensively. "It isn't uncommon for infiltration to find sneak around the helicarrier without being seen."

Natasha let out a brief chuckle. "He get's almost competitive about it. But putting his habit of lurking around the helicarrier aside Clint's right. I'm searching S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database for the right now looking for anyone with Melissa's skill set and any reason to want revenge on Tony."

Clint leaned over her shoulder and watched as she narrowed down the search. "She would have needed a large amount of money to make remake one of our cells, probably facial reconstruction so she wouldn't be recognized. Also extensive knowledge of hacking if she could break down S.H.I.E.L.D.'s firewalls and make the helicarrier her own personal playhouse."

The rest of the Avengers watched in awe as the assassins worked together in such a flawless way. Even though they weren't fighting or on a covert mission they still acted as a team. A skill that Steve hoped that his team would acquire as well as they had, for they quickly found what they were looking for.

"Violet Lansing," Natasha announced with a smile like a spider who had just caught a fly in her web. "Used to be part of a special team of covert operatives that had superior computer skills. She left S.H.I.E.L.D. after her son Daniel died."

"So Daniel was real." Steve said brushing a hand through his hair, stress obvious in his every movement. "He just wasn't kidnapped, he died."

"One year ago at the Stark Expo." She told them what was written down in her personal file. "Says that he was killed when one of Hammer's droids self destructed."

"So this was all to get payback for something Hammer did?" Steve asked not really sure what had happened at the Stark Expo since the last one he had gone to war in World War II. "Why kidnap Tony?"

Fury dropped into one of the chairs at the table looking exhausted. Something that the Avengers weren't used to seeing from him. "She probably blames him on some level since the droids were designed of Stark's suit."

"What I want to know is why S.H.I.E.l.D. didn't mark her down as a threat to an Avenger?" Bruce somewhat asked but mainly accused.

"Technically he wasn't an Avenger at the time." Natasha stated. "He knew about the program but wasn't approved; even so S.H.I.E.L.D. did an evaluation on her mental health and gave her a clean bill of health. The next mission she never came back from; presumed dead. She knows how to hide. I've started a global search but if she is half as good as the file says she is it will take a while."

(A/N) Hi, me again. So I wrote a scene from my upcoming Clintasha fic about what happens in Budapest, and it's basically one of the last scenes from it and it's really intense so I just wanted to share how excited I am for that. Don't worry though this one is still another ten or so chapters from ending.