Oh my goodness! The response was AMAZING to chapter 2! Thanks to all who reviewed!

I had several requests to get Tony's chapter out quickly, (love how excited you guys are for chapter 3), so here it is. I'm really sorry about all the oocness. This whole story is probably going to be like that.

So sorry for the long wait, I got busy, life.

Disclaimer: seriously, I still own none of it. I do have a rabbit named Watson though…

And so I give you*pause for effect* CHAPTER 3!

"It is currently 4 A.M. with a high chance of showers and thunderstorms later. Master Barton and Stark, might I suggest going to bed at such an hour as to be refreshed by morning?"

Tony groaned as the A.I.'s voice played through his head from that night. He wasn't quite sure when they had decided to listen the A.I. and actually go to bed, he only remembered being in bed, and then being not in bed. Or was it being not in bed, and then being in bed… He couldn't quite remember which it was and the ever developing headache had been doing nothing to increase his thought process. That and the other various aching parts of his body…

He decided opening his eyes was the first best bet on figuring out what exactly had happened that caused him to be this sore. He immediately regretted his decision.

Blaring lights burned his eyes, then, a high pitched noise started to ring in his ears, increasing his oh so wonderful headache. He quickly closed them again and tried to lift his left arm only to find that his arms were restrained. More struggling also revealed that something was holding down his torso and legs. Well wasn't that just peachy.

He started to focus on calming down his breathing as panic and fear threatened to overcome him. Just breathe, he told himself, in and out. In and out. Just like Banner showed you. Don't panic. You're fine. Probably just some nightmare…

He continued his breathing instructions when a cold, mellifluous voice made its way to his throbbing ears, "Mr. Stark," it seethed, "nice to see you awake."

He groaned as realization finally dawned on him. Of course, he thought, being tied down would be a quick implication of being captured, or in custody. What did I do last night?

He turned his head in the direction from which the voice had come from and let out a low groan as he realized his head had also been immobilized by padded straps. It was nearly impossible to look in either direction which forced him to stare at the cracking, stained, and dreary ceiling. How had the ceiling managed to get stained?

He pushed away that thought process and, instead, focused on coming up with some witty reply to the idiot stupid enough to capture Tony Stark when he lived with the Avengers.

"Yea, sleep was getting a bit boring. You know how to play Scrabble? It's really fun. You should try it…"

His words were cut short from his sharp intake of breath as he struggled to breathe. Apparently he didn't like the game, because when he had mentioned it, a fierce and searing pain when up his side as something hit what he assumed was either a broken bone or really, really bruised leg. He was sincerely hoping for the latter.

"Tisk tisk Mr. Stark." The voice sneered, "You should really learn to take your captors a bit more seriously. They do, in fact, have the upper hand."

Stark couldn't help but smirk at that. Every super-villain he had come across had all claimed that he had the upper hand. Obviously none of them actually did or he would have been dead before now. Oh well. No use in telling the disembodied voice. It would only make him more desperate to be the first. Though that wasn't a bad advantage to have…

"Hey," he said, granted, a bit weaker than he would have preferred, "Mr. Disembodied Voice, are you here for a consolation? 'Cuz those hours are every other Tuesday from five to seven."

There was a brief moment of silence before, "Your humor is amusing Man of Iron, but I wouldn't act so rashly towards me."

"Yea, and why is that?"

"How exactly would you define your friendship with the Avengers, Mr. Stark? Not too deep, I hope. That would be incredibly unfortunate."

He kept down his growing anger towards the man. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of his frustration, "Why would you be worried about my relationship status? Trying to friend me on Facebook? Don't even try asking me on a date, Pepper would kill me."

The man just laughed, "No. Though Pepper may not be functional enough to kill you when I'm done with her."

He couldn't help it. He tried to keep his panic down but this was crossing the line, "What did you do to her," he all but growled. Hurting him was one thing. Hurting Pepper was just asking for hell.

"No, not what did I do to her. It's what am I going to do to her that you should be worried about."

Stark started to thrash around trying to get out of his bonds to go and help her, "What do you want!" He yelled. His patience had really worn off. Plus he was tired and hadn't been offered coffee. This guy had it coming for him.

"For right now I want you. Oh no, don't give me that look, I'm not killing her just yet. Though Barton is entirely another matter…"

Stark barely had time to yell out profanities before a wave of electricity racked its way through his body as the world slowly fell into darkness.

Line break thingy that really only gets in the way…

Clint ran through another hall, closely followed by Natasha and Steve. They had just received a phone call from an unidentified caller saying they had Five hours to find the last six notes before their teammate was as good as dead. Not wanting to risk it, and after deciding it must be Tony it was talking about, they had wasted no time in running off and beginning the search.

Clint turned to Natasha to say something only to realize that Bruce and Pepper were no longer following them.

Yay!

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Also: next chapter will probably be some Clint POV but I wanted to take a poll,

Whose POV would you rather see in chapter 5? Bruce or Pepper's?

Let me know! Thanks again and God bless!