Hi, y'all. (Hehehe.) I'm gonna get on with this. IDEAS WELCOME (as always) CAUSE I'M RUNNING OUT (as always)! And this chapter's gonna be reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaalllllly long! At last, you say. R'n'R!

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Tony couldn't remember what happened really. He'd left Natasha and Clint in the pod together, then crashed into another pod, containing Thor, and they'd smashed into London - conveniently, because a guy was trying to kill everyone. In the collision though, his suit had buckled and a shard of the chest plate had speared his arc reactor - now all he knew was he had to carry around a car battery if he wanted to live. Now a stupid guy who called himself 'The Dark One' was attacking London. A pity the dark one had dark, greasy hair in a bowl cut, large rectangular glasses with an odd shape so he had to push them up his nose every few seconds, a bad case of acne, huge front teeth, sticky-out ears and a weedy frame. Also a pity he had a nuclear bomb robot and was about to explode everyone.

"Hey, nerdy," Tony called as he ran towards the guy, and the young man spun round.

"Ah, Tony Stark. Where's your friends? To back you up, you know. To help you. To help defeat me... uh..." Oh, God. Tony thought, slapping a hand to his forehead. This guy is such an amateur. Thor landed lightly, holding Mjölnir aloft.

"I have come to assist in restraining this unwieldy, odd Midgardian!" Thor shouted unnecessarily. Tony rolled his eyes again, but gasped in shock as the 'Nuclear-Bot' strode forwards and punched Thor backwards. Mjölnir slipped out of his large hand as he crashed to the floor.

The robot then turned it's LED gaze towards Tony, who gulped. It's a good thing I used a projector to make the car battery look like Thor's hammer! Yes, it was lucky. And unlucky - Thor, not being too bright, mistook the car battery for his hammer. He picked it up and it crunched into the robot, destroying it and the car battery. He saw his hammer smash and screamed - and began to cry after seeing it's mangled remains.

"No! No! My hammer! Oh my... what shall I do... I'm powerless without Mjölnir!" Tony clutched his chest and fell to the ground, writhing wildly as his heart began to shut down, ready for the shrapnel to close in.

Meanwhile

Natasha wiped the sweat off her forehead, and gingerly peeled off her gloves and boots. They'd been on this rock for hours now, and Clint had passed out from the heat. Natasha placed her gloves and boots to the side, before tearing her suit into a wetsuit shape; the arms and legs shorter. Tying her hair up with a strip of material, Natasha felt cool breeze on her neck, and her toes. Wait. Her toes? Looking down, Natasha could see the purple-black horizon - the sun was setting; and the tide was coming in. Fast.

Staring at the dark, cold water, full of unknown creatures, Natasha was wet up to her knees before she reacted. Grabbing Clint, she shook him to wake him. He groaned and coughed, spraying warm droplets of blood onto her pale, narrow face. Using her hand, Natasha wiped her face, using the other to prop up Clint.

"Natasha... what is it?" Clint groaned softly.

"The water! It's coming in!" answered Natasha urgently.

"Natasha... the tide?" Clint mumbled, still groggy from sleep and blood loss.

"Yes!" Natasha put his arm round her shoulders, and slid into the sea. The sky glittered with a thousand stars and the sea reflected the light, and the dark sun setting was casting a glow across the black water, causing a faint glow to rise into the sea mist. Natasha saw this breathtaking scene, but when Clint sank under the water, she snapped into action. She pulled him onto her back, and used a spare rope from her belt to tie him to her. After checking he could breath alright, Natasha set off through the water, arms ploughing with steady, long strokes, her legs kicking as hard as her body would allow.

The freezing water was a startling contrast to the roasting sun, and Natasha could feel a pang in her lungs as she inhaled the icy air. Already the sun had set, and the moon would soon weave it's way up to hang with the stars. Clint moaned suddenly, then found his strength burning like a fire. Natasha, he could hear, was now paddling with exhaustion, but he knew that she would rather drown from exhaustion than give up. Rolling over, he flipped her int the air, and began to swim himself. He cursed at the glacier water, but if anyone was present they would see the determination burning in his grey eyes. Natasha struggled feebly for a moment, then lay to catch her breath when she realised the struggle was useless. She'd used all her strength in swimming, so she couldn't fight Clint's power. She lay against him as they cut smoothly through the water, and she stared up at the stars and sleepiness overwhelmed her senses and she lost the battle to stay awake.

Meanwhile

Tony wheezed and gasped as Thor cried, and the police took away the smashed robot and the stupid man. Then an ambulance arrived, and gave Thor his hammer. He blinked stupidly at it, then looked at Tony, who had his hands clenched as he tried to breathe slowly, against his faltering heart's wishes. Thor, in alarm, grabbed a battery from a general store nearby and shoved it into the gap in Tony's arc reactor. Incredibly, it worked. Tony's breathing slowed, and he managed to calm his erratic heartbeat. Looking down at his chest, he raised and eyebrow.

"Who would've known that a Double A battery could change my life?" he grinned stupidly, still staring as his fake heart and shaking his head in disbelief.

Clint had dragged himself onto a flat rock, and was breathing heavily. The sun was rising; he'd been swimming for seven hours straight. Natasha looked at him, and smiled slightly. He returned it with a lopsided grimace, draping a hand over his eyes to blot out the early morning sunshine. Natasha looked him over to see any injuries, and she was shocked to see his physical condition.

His clothes were tattered, his blue veins pulsing quick and shallow like his breaths. He looked exhausted, dark rings around his eyes. She leaned over the rock's edge, and could see a faint reflection of herself. She looked a little bedraggled, but her hair had dried from being out of the water all night and she'd slept for a long time, so she looked refreshed and perfectly normal. On the other hand, Clint looked like crap.