So I am going to be crazy busy so I thought I would update chapter 4 soon!

So here you go!

Disclaimer: I own nothing…as usual. I still own Watson though…

Previously…

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.

He didn't really notice when the six various footsteps had gone down to only two, or when the lights began to flicker, yet again; his world was one big blur of trying to find notes. He was on a mission. When he was on a mission nothing could faze him until it was completed. Unless it was a team-mate needing assistance, directions, or plans, it didn't even get passed his ears. The world tuned out until the only thing he could hear was the sound of his bow being drawn back or the beating of his own heart.

So really, in all fairness, when he had turned to Natasha to ask her where they were actually headed, it was no surprise that it was just then that he noticed three of their members were missing.

Trying not to panic, he raised his hand to stop Steve as he and Natasha listened for anything to cue them of the whereabouts of the comrades. Steve shot him a puzzled look before he too noticed the absences. Not quite needing the abrupt halt he pushed them forward again as the lights started flickering.

"Might as well get a move on," he explained, "the guy said he wouldn't kill us anyways. They're probably fine. Besides, this just means we're all looking in different places so we'll find the notes in double the time."

Steve frowned, "Not kill, yes. He said nothing about not hurting us."

Natasha grunted in agreement and Clint just shrugged, "Yea, but obviously not mortally."

Steve just shook his head as Hawkeye continued to push them forward, "Come on guys. Only four hours and thirty minutes left."

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The second one was found in Steve's bedroom.

They had gone down the hall where there was only door and the lights had started to flicker. Then he had found them. With no other option they ran to the only place they could hide. It just happened to be his bedroom.

They found it on his bed in plain view. This time Natasha picked it up to read it, (Clint still refused to touch the things.) She cleared her throat, then read, "Help me, what is that one supposed to mean?"

They had long since discovered what the first one had meant since the phone call.

He said not to look for Tony or they would die. That had fit the first note perfectly.

Clint ran a hand through his hair and started to pace. Rogers was seated on his bed while Romanov leaned against his dresser looking oddly calm holding the worn piece of paper in her hands. Would this mean they would receive another phone call? OR did this just mean they were one step closer to being to Tony, or worse, killed?

He shook the thoughts from his head before walking to the door and peeking out to see if the thing had left. Seeing that it had he turned back to the other two and motioned for them to come. One by one they left the room and continued their search down the hall.

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"So," Steve said, obviously trying to start some form of casual conversation, "The note, do you think its referencing Tony."

Clint shrugged, "Maybe."

"Maybe they're torturing him more and trying to get us to speed up."

Natasha shook her head at this, "No. This is just another game for them. They want us to be slow. It's more fun that way. I also seriously doubt they would give us updates on someone they want dead."

Both the boys agreed to this. "But…" Steve said, sounding more stressed than usual, "What if it's talking about…"

Natasha turned on him glaring, "Steve! Just drop it! We'll think about it when we get to it. Right now it's not a problem."

Clint tuned them out as they continued to fight and they entered one of the many kitchens.

This one had a back wall made completely of windows. The walls were a light blue while the appliances and counters were a soft white. A red wood table with six chairs was by the wall of windows so whoever ate there would have the view of the entire city. Clint guessed they were somewhere near the seventeenth floor since the vantage point was so big.

It was at the table that he spotted it. Innocently sitting there with a taunting look, daring him to pick it up and read. Looking back and seeing that the others were still occupied, he made his way to the table and gingerly, as if it were a bomb, picked it up and read what it said.

"No," he said. The others looked at him perplexed until they realized what he had in his hand. He raised it up for them to see, "It says no all over it."

Natasha cursed in Russian as Steve walked up to Clint and took a look at it himself, "It's also written with red ink this time," he told them, this made Clint inwardly shudder, though he really didn't know why, "Oh, and on the other side is something in another language. Latin I think."

Natasha ran up to read what it said, "Translated it says: I always have the upper hand."

Clint rubbed a hand down his face extremely frustrated from this play of events. "Do we even know that these are the only notes found?" he questioned, "have the others found the rest?"

"We don't even know where they are." Steve countered.

Before they could fight again a loud scream came from somewhere above them as a figure appeared outside the window wall.

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