A/N I've labelled these chapters in the wrong order. It's definitely fifteen, but on my computer I've got this as sixeen and the next as fifteen. This is why you write chapters in order. Only two left! Seriously if I'm this productive every Christmas eve then I wish it could be Christmas (eve) everydayyyyy!
He's definitely here. Five minutes after I got here I heard someone say, "Has the prisoner talked yet?". I was pleased when the other man replied that he hadn't.
Shit I can't take all of these men on my own. There's no way. I would try, but that would make things worse. Both Tony and I would be captured. But I don't want to get in trouble with Natasha, who will probably tell Tony. But what would be worse? Him captured and dead or me in a tiny bit of trouble? But I didn't bring anything, not even a phone. Nothing except Natasha's catsuit and an Iron Man suit. Which has JARVIS installed. "Call Clint." I command quietly, because I know he'll be the nicest to me.
"Are you sure Miss Stark?"
"Yes." I squeak, a million doubts going through my mind, but knowing that it's the only way. "
"Certainly, Miss Stark." Every single ring installs more and more doubts in my mind about whether I should wait for the rest or if I could take them all on. I have the Iron Man suit after all.
I'm on the brink of cutting off the call when Clint answers. "If that is you Yana…" Clint growls. I make an unintelligible squeak. "God you sacred us. When JARVIS said… And then Natasha's guns and suit… Yana where are you? We need to come and got you. Now."
"JARVIS is sending coordinates. Umm… I found Dad. But there are too many men to take on."
"We're coming. Don't worry. But if there's a next time, take us with you. One sec-" Clint shouts something like 'FOUND THEM' to everyone else and turns his attention back to me. "Right I've received the coordinates. Sit tight and we'll see you in a bit. And Natasha will have a go at you but ignore her. I do. See you." I smile and cut off. They're coming and when we go home, Dad will be with us.
About an hour later, I receive a message from Clint telling me to join in the fighting when they get there, but only if I want to. Of course I will, but from the inside. I have to get him myself. And that means taking this lovely protective suit off and going in to stealth mode.
The Avengers arrive moments later with guns blazing, arrows flying and other things being thrown around. Mainly a hammer and a shield. I jump inside the building through a window as all the HYDRA members run outside to defend the doors.
The first place I look for the holding cells is in the basement, as that's where it traditionally is. You'd think HYDRA would know that and put them on the top level or something, but I'm not wrong, all the cells are on one side of the basement, and they're all empty. The other side of the room has screaming coming from it and I'll guess that it s some kind or torture chamber/interrogation room. And that's where he'll be. I can't just walk through the door, that would put me in a venerable position, and probably get us both killed or worse. There has to be another way in. some one way glass to review everything from or something. I take a look, and low and behold, this HYDRA base is turning in to a stereotypical bad-guy-base. I take out the two men watching without batting an eyelid. The glass isn't bulletproof, which seems strange. I guess you do have to here. I take a knife and proceed to make a circle in the glass and climb through, looking at the interrogators back and putting a finger to my lips, if Tony can even see. He's in a very bad shape. His face is all beat up, and I'm sure if his eyes weren't pummeled black and blue, they would be anyway, due to lack of sleep. His shirt is off, so I can see exactly how bruised he is. The answer is very. I'd be surprised if half of his ribs were unbroken. There's also some cuts and evidence of waterboarding. He's been here four days. He'd be dead if we had been a day later. And by the looks we're almost too late.
"Where is she?" The interrogator hisses.
"Right... here." He whispers before passing out.
"Hi." I smile and punch him in the face. The man's a good fighter, but he's not Red Room material. What I mean to say is that I win the fight easily.
I can't carry Tony, and I have no way to contact the others. But we can't stay here. They'll have reinforcements in minutes. So I untie dad, wondering what the hell I'm going to do, when I remember that Tony can call an Iron Man suit. I just bloody hope it's the one I took. I bend his arm the way he does and pray.
My prayers are answered seconds later when the suit latches on around him. I grab on and shout, "JARVIS OUTSIDE!" The suit takes off and lands right by the jet that I'm assuming everyone took to get here. I leave him there, locked inside, and go to find Clint. I decide he's probably up a tree and instead find Steve. He regroups the team and Clint shoots a couple of explosive arrows in to the remains of the building (it half collapsed when quite a few walls were taken down by an Iron Man suit) before we all fly away in the Avengers jet, straight to a hospital. Natasha and Sam have both had basic first aid courses and Clint's picked a few things up, but Tony's in a terrible shape, passed out and far beyond their limited knowledge. We arrive at the nearest hospital ten minutes later.