Yeah! Ten guesses at last! The big number... is at the end of the chapter. Read the chapter first!
Bit of language. You have been warned! And blood, but not much. R'n'R!
Tony jumped on deck, and leaped into a small pod as Clint and Natasha did the same. Sitting in the slightly cramped space, they began to speak as the pod shot into the air; it's track to circle the sky for three hours before a route was found. After three hours of silence, the radio speakers blared. Nick Fury's voice crackled though.
"Agents. The nearest base that we need is in Australia. It will take twenty hours." Natasha looked skeptically at the annoyed expressions on the two men's faces. Clint threw his arms up in despair, then winced.
"Twenty hours stuck with this moron? No freakin' way!" Tony yelled to nobody in particular. Natasha sighed.
"Well, there's nothing we can do." But Tony had other ideas - he grabbed his Iron Man suit, waited until he was suited up, and opened the hatch at the top of the pod.
"See ya, lovebirds!" Tony jumped out, slamming the hatch behind him. Natasha and Clint rolled their eyes, simultaneously - oblivious to the fact that the vibrations of the hatch had knocked them off course.
After another four hours of contemplating, Clint got fed up with the silence.
"So, Natasha... argh..." Clint broke off, clutching his side. Red blood was seeping through the bandage around his torso. Sweat beaded on his brow, and trickled down his temples.
"Clint, what's wrong?" Natasha asked, before he doubled over, groaning almost inaudibly in agony. He straightened up, then smiled.
"Gotcha!" Clint laughed, although Natasha knew this was a façade - he was really in pain - but so she didn't worry him, she smiled back.
"So... what shall we do for the next twenty hours? Talk?" Clint spoke through gritted teeth, his jaw clamped so as not to scream. His hand clutched his side, as blood dripped down his hip in a steady flow.
"About what?" Natasha replied.
"Anything." To take my mind off the pain... Clint added silently. Natasha slowly nodded.
"Budapest?" Clint shook his head. Too long ago; hazy.
"Africa?" Again no. Too painful, losing all those agents.
"France?" A nod.
"Ok." Natasha grinned, looking away politely as Clint wiped blood and sweat from his face.
"Ok, so..." Clint shuddered at the energy in speaking, his breath short and gasping. "We were..." He spiraled to the floor, and blacked out. Natasha, her face grim, gently picked him up and put him on a tiny camp bed.
"Oh, God. Hell!" screamed Natasha as a huge jolt made her more alert. Looking out a small glass panel set in the pod wall, all she could see was dark, murky water. They had crashed into the ocean.
"Shit!" cursed Clint as they hit the seabed; luckily this ocean wasn't too deep yet, otherwise they would've been crushed by the water force. Water began flooding in the crumpled wall; it had smashed on impact with the ocean's surface. Clint scrambled up from the camp bed and put his hand on the hatch.
"Natasha - take a deep breath!" Natasha did as he said, and they both took in a deep breath. Pausing only for a millisecond, Clint pushed open the hatch and clambered into the sea, swimming swiftly towards the surface. Natasha followed suit, and when they reached the surface, gasping, they could see some craggy rocks nearby. Swimming over, they dragged their exhausted bodies up onto a flat rock. Clint slipped off, scraping his wounded side and cursing again as blood was smeared over the rock's rough edge. Natasha extended her hand, and pulled him up. Lying on his back, catching his breath, Clint wheezed,
"Are we ever gonna have a normal day?"
"Nope." Came the reply.
"Now what?" Clint asked as he took in their surroundings - they were on a small groups of rocks in the middle of the ocean. Luckily Clint had had his quiver and bow strapped to his back, and Natasha had two guns tucked in her belt, with a strip of ammunition. A look of confusion passed over Natasha's face, then realisation, then annoyance.
"Tony! He knocked us off course when he slammed the hatch!" Natasha cried. Clint groaned.
"So the bastard nearly killed us because he's so bloody strong?" Natasha nodded, still scanning the ocean for a sign of S.H.I.E.L.D., but nobody else could be seen.
They were stranded.
Yay! Chapter 7 finished already!
My age, you ask?
...I am...
16! Yeah!
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