A/N: Hi all! New chapter up like I promised on my other story! By the way, if you haven't read it yet, please do! It's called Heaven Spelt Backwards!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, the Hurt Locker or the Bomb Squad.
Chapter 9: Bomb Squad!
The room was full of girls, from about nine to maybe twenty-five years kid. They all had their hands bound and their mouths had rags tied around them so they couldn't scream. They were all crying in terror. Their clothes were in tatters, and Baylee spotted a total of ten bomb-covered vests in the room.
"Guys," Baylee heard Natasha call over the comm line. "Kill all of the guards as quick as possible, then get your asses down to the second floor. There's enough bang in here to blow us all to Jesus, so I'm gonna need a little help."
"Iron Man, Falcon, and Thor all continue with the guards. Everyone else get into this room right now!" Cap commanded urgently, running over to one of the girls and beginning to disarm the bombs.
Natasha followed suite immediately, yelling over her shoulder at Baylee without looking away from the wires. "You ever disarmed a bomb, Baylee?"
"No!" she shouted back, panicked and terrified.
"Follow my instruction and don't you dare panic! Now is not the time, Baylee! We've gotta work together here or we're all gone." Baylee took a deep breath, nodded, and quickly went over to on of the younger girls, puling her knife out.
Natasha began calling out calm instructions. Thankfully they were just multiples of the exact bomb, or they would definitely be gone. After thirty seconds, Natasha had stopped on whole vest of bombs and was already on to the second girl. Steve wasn't too far behind, and Baylee had started getting the hang of it quick enough.
Clint and Maria arrived at the exact same time and started straight away, noticing that all of the clocks only had forty-two seconds left.
Baylee ran over to Cap and helped him disarm the bombs on the last girl, trying to ignore the tears streaming down the girl's cheeks.
Twenty-eight seconds.
Baylee's hand slipped as she cut on of the wires and sliced into her other wrist, her eyes squeezed tight in silent pain.
Twenty-one seconds.
Baylee continued through the pain, and the only sound in the room was the incessant beeping of the bomb clocks.
Fifteen seconds.
Maria, Clint, Cap and Baylee all cut the last wires of the bombs, with only Natasha left to finish.
Ten seconds.
Natasha dropped her knife.
Eight seconds.
There was only one wire left.
Five seconds.
Clint sprinted over to her, his knife in hand.
Two seconds.
He lifted his knife to the wire.
One second.
The clock stopped.
Everyone was silent.
Seconds passed, although they felt like hours as everyone stared at the clock.
Clint wrapped his arms around Natasha, who tucked her head into his chest. Baylee could hear the murmured Russian being passed between the two, and turned to Cap to give them some privacy.
"We need to return these girls to their families," she announced quietly. Cap nodded, then reached out suddenly, which confused Baylee until she fell into his arms. It was then that she realised how lightheaded she felt.
Steve held her up on her feet. "I think you need some air," he said, concern colouring his voice. Baylee nodded and let him help her down to the ground level, where he led her out of the building an into the cold night. The street was dark, but people eventually filled it as they were let out of the building and back out into the world.
Steve pulled her out of the way and sat her down on the damp sidewalk to let her calm down. After the town had gone back to their houses, Baylee started to feel a bit better.
She looked around at the deserted streets and subconsciously scanned the tops of the surrounding buildings. Nothing. As she looked away, though, she saw a shadow running across the road, coming from the roof. Being a spy, she was naturally curious, and quickly glanced up at where the shadow had come from.
Natasha, who was standing in the doorway of the building, watching her and waiting for Clint, must have seen Baylee's reaction, because she had somehow appeared next to her out of thin air and was looking for what Baylee had seen to make her freeze.
Running on the roof of the building where the quinjet was sitting, was a man dressed in all black with something strapped to his chest. Baylee immediately thought it was another bomb, but Natasha wasn't so sure.
"Clint," she whispered through her comm. "Get your ass over here now." Natasha quickly helped Baylee stand but let the girl walk back into the building by herself.
Clint appeared next to them within thirty seconds. He didn't even need to ask, he knew Natasha that well. He just stuck his head out of the door and looked around until he noticed the figure on the roof, which had stopped running now and was looking down at the building but hadn't noticed them yet.
Clint pulled out his binoculars an handed them to Natasha so she could see. Baylee looked at Clint to see if he'd tell her what was going on, but he was grinning at his wife, so she stayed quiet.
Natasha gasped and looked from the binoculars to Clint. "He's back," she murmured in slight shock. Clint nodded.
Baylee thought that it was a bad guy that they'd tried to kill before, so when Clint walked out into the street, his bow clicked into place on his back and now in his hand, she thought he'd gone mad.
Ooh! Another cliffhanger! Hope you enjoyed the action! Because there won't be any more in this story. I will be writing a sequel though, and that will definitely have some more action, so keep reading! Also, if anyone finds any mistakes in this chapter, please tell me because I didn't have time to do a spellcheck today! Reviews are always appreciated!