A/N~ Due to a clerical error, a part was left out of this chapter. So it is being reposted with the missing piece included this time. Please read, enjoy and review. Also translation is at the bottom. Thanks for reading let me know what you think. ~fiery menace

Chapter 10

Coulson saw the two agents go down in front of him and his mind went blank for a split second before he automatically reached out and blocked the medic of their unit from stepping forward onto the metal plate that was barely discernible. The explosives expert on the team stepped forward to disable the device. Agent Ward who he had hand picked for this operation stepped forward and said a little redundantly, "I would say they know we're here sir."

Coulson barely controlled the urge to roll his eyes at the other agent but did wonder who had the know how to make a tazer plate. Not that it was that difficult, but as far as he knew the genetics personnel weren't really up on engineering booby traps. He knew that even the ever-evasive Dr. Banner wouldn't know how to engineer this little trap.

Inwardly he cheered for the under-estimation of whoever called for this raid on the Tower. He had his own suspicions and Director Fury wasn't even in the top five choices of who the order came from. He had argued against it loud and long until Nick had finally called him down for it.

He, Barton and Natasha had arranged between them through the use of their own personal hand signals to be careful about how they accomplished their goals. It still didn't feel right to the SHIELD agent, to try and take two of the Avengers into custody, as well as steal tech from Stark. But as he had been reminded by Fury, he wasn't supposed to question orders.

This was supposed to be a quiet op, no news reports, limited witnesses, no physical evidence left behind. So far this op wasn't really going to plan, and it was still in the beginning stages. Even though they had used the override to shut down Jarvis someone had gotten into the fire alarms and set them off. Also even though they were supposedly jamming communications in the tower, someone had let the genetics lab know that a team was coming for them. Giving them enough advanced warning to put booby traps in place.

When the plate was disabled Coulson let the medics step forward to help remove and triage their wounded fellow agents. Not that there was much you could really do to someone after the shock except keep them warm and comfortable until they recovered. A little more cautious the team moved forward and through the door into the labs decontamination area. The door slid closed after two more of his agents went through. Coulson wasn't too concerned with that after all it was a small decontamination room. He wasn't concerned until the clean room flooded with what was presumed to be the agent for decontamination and his men dropped like stones.

The agent waited for the door to open and then shot out the plastic walls of the clean room. He imagined that there was some device that would prevent the cleaning agent from being dispersed if the clean room as compromised. He moved forwards through the remains of the clean room, leaving the fallen agents for their medic to take care of. The lab was full of fog, and shapes were difficult to discern in the misty atmosphere.

Ward and another agent suddenly yelped, followed by a loud splash as something slid past quickly. As these shapes went past they took the two agents with them, there was more splashing and a few yells. Coulson was aware of the remaining three agents looking to him for guidance, Wu the medic didn't count because he was so occupied with trying to care for the four agents he already had down.

Chambers, Rice and Cole were looking decidedly edgy and Coulson had to admit this was a little too organized a resistance for his taste. Chambers and Rice were looking a lot more collected than Cole. He appeared to be a hairs breath away from a total melt down. Then there was a roar from the indoor fog bank. Cole lost it, he began firing wildly into the fog bank. Coulson had a split second to think that warning this particular group of agents they were going up against Banner and potentially his alter ego the Hulk perhaps hadn't been the greatest idea of their Intelligence unit.

Several loud thunks echoed through the room at the same time as Coulson shouted for Cole to, "Stand down, stop firing." Coulson turned to find the agent couldn't fire, he was currently stuck to the wall of the lab and his weapon was currently in a pile of goop on the floor. The junior agent was struggling but whatever was holding him was as effective as flypaper to the fly that was Cole.

"Dr. Banner, we mean you no harm, we merely need to take you in for questioning on a matter of some urgency?"

"Really Agent Coulson," said a frighteningly familiar woman's voice, "don't you think it's gone a little beyond negotiations. After all your agent did shoot at us and somehow I doubt those were non-lethal rounds he was firing at my family and I."

Coulson paled significantly, as a woman dressed in black, and a shambling mass of dark fur came walking out of the fog, shoulder to shoulder. "Its good to see you standing on your own two feet Phil, for now at least." The bear growled low and deep in its throat.

A heavily accented Russian voice muttered, "Vot der'mo ona p'yanyy."

Coulson made an executive decision as a handler, "Put down your weapons now," he said and dropped his own pistol before stiffly lowering himself to his knees, and placing his hands on top of his head.

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The Quinjet pulled away to it's standby position after dropping Agent Hill and her team onto the roof of the Avenger's tower. Maria and her team then repelled from the roof down to the balcony of Stark's living quarters. After the group fanned out and searched the several floors of Tony's home.

The apartment was done in a modern style with a lot of natural elements. A stone fireplace that was lit, a waterfall with stone around it built into the wall and a whole lot of plants all over the apartment. All of the natural stuff kind of creeped Hill out.

When they realized that the inventor was not in the apartment, they were very frustrated. Agent Hill cursed under her breath, "Damn, bad intel."

She turned around and started to call for her men, when she thought she saw a shadow move out of the corner of her eye. "Stark," she said raising her gun in the direction of the movement, "you may as well come out now. We need you alive. I'd really like to include that you're safe and unharmed in that."

She moved closer to the set of palm trees that were where she thought she had seen the shadow move. She heard a crash and several thumps from upstairs, as she whipped around to go for the stairs. One of the palm branches slashed down on her wrist. The gun she had been holding skittered across the floor to the feet of a woman dressed in white. Then there was an even louder crash like someone or something going through the glass wall there

"Mr. Stark is safe and unharmed, we just seem to be making sure it remains that way," the woman said not even bothering to reach for the gun at her feet. She smiled and asked, "So we know Barton and Coulson are here, and you would be…?"

"SHIELD and you would be interfering," Hill said aggressively, trying to intimidate the woman.

"First off your SHIELD all by your lonesome huh? Funny I thought that was Nick…" the brunette woman said with amusement. "Secondly we're not interfering, we're interceding." she said and laughed as Hills two agents on this floor came from the kitchen area and around the corner to put the stranger in their line of fire.

"I really love all the natural elements he has in here don't you? The fire, the water, the plants, and the open airy feel of the place. I find it invigorating, you maybe not so much she said. Suddenly Hill felt something sharp wrap around her arms and legs and she was yanked off of her feet.

She could barely see through the palm fronds that were suddenly all around her head. She heard one of her men shriek and a loud growl. The other man went silently but she heard a lot more splashing and closer than she remembered the waterfall feature being positioned..

"That's enough Fenris we want him mangled not mauled," suddenly a gust of wind threw Adams, the agent who had shrieked up against the wall across from Hill and held him there. He was unconscious, unarmed, hanging in his boxers, but still breathing. Then a wave of water splashed across the floor and Hunter lay there gasping and hacking and also unarmed and stripped down to his briefs

As Hill watched a huge wolf walked below where she was dangling in the palm fronds he looked up at her and gave a warning growl. "Yeah, I know buddy," the woman moved into view and said, seemingly to the plants, "Disarm her please." before walking back to the same part of the living area where she had stood before.

Hill didn't enjoy being touched, she had of course been searched before. Her line of work it was pretty much a hazard of the job. That being said the plants in this little garden area in the living area gave her the most embarrassingly thorough frisk she had ever received. Most doctors weren't as thorough.

Then the damned tings even went so far as to restrain her with her own zip ties, the only saving grace so far was that she hadn't also been stripped down to her scivvies. She had been stripped of everything that could even be remotely considered a weapon and her comms unit. Then to add injury to insult the plants tossed her in front of the woman in white. Adams and Hunter received similar treatment by the green things before landing beside her on the floor.

Hunter coughed up a gush of water when he landed on his chest on the floor. The wolf that stood beside the woman had Hills gun in it jaws. It trotted off with the weapon, there was a strange noise for a few minutes, and then he came trotting back to sit beside the woman. "Sit rep." she called out loudly.

"Ready?" came a voice before two of Hills agents came flying over the stairwell from upstairs. Before they landed hard on the polished floor, the woman's hand came up and they floated in the air, before landing beside Maria on the floor. .

A young girl, with black hair pulled back in a braid, jumped over the railing followed by a panther. Both landed gracefully beside the woman. Which was when Hill noticed the wooden baseball bat in the girls hand, "Upper floor secured, Aunt Clara."

The woman nodded, "Go help your sister with the other two, Rafe, Fenris you too."

Even as she spoke a young woman came up the stairs from down below prodding the two agents with a pair of metal rods. Followed by what Hill would swear was another wolf this one only slightly smaller, but still larger than a normal wolf.

"Secure," said the beautiful blonde a little testily, "Although this creep tried to shoot Dante." she said, indicating one of the agents who was forced to sit with the others on the floor, "If I didn't break his wrist when I disarmed him, I want another crack at it."

"We'll let your mother decide that I think," Clara said thoughtfully as she studied the group of agents. "Now what to do with you. We need to join up with the others.

"We could go back downstairs and add them in with the others in Starks board room," offered the blonde helpfully.

"You could just fly them down to the floor with the board room," said the brunette thoughtfully, "you did already blow out the window down there."

"Sounds like a plan," said the older woman, and without another word the two younger women and the animals all headed to the elevator.

"Do SHIELD agents like to fly?" said Clara as she walked over to the open window wall and through to the balcony. "I do." The wind suddenly seemed to increase around the tower into an almost cyclone. So fierce you could actually see the wind currents in the air.

As the wind came back into the apartment and lifted the agents up into the air, and floated them to the open window, Hill made a very pertinent decision. She really hated nature.

Translation- "Oh shit, she's pissed."