Dear God! I'm sooooo sorry for not uploading all this damned past week! Cursed school started this last Monday and with all the reviewing and studying for tests that will start this week I had no time! Furthermore, I've been brain dead for ideas these whole seven days. Anyway enough ranting.

WARNING: Chapter WILL contain one grotesque description. NOT for the weak people who can't hold in the contents of their stomachs. (You can skip it f you want to.)

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All was silent in the Avengers Mansion. No chatting, no fighting, no footsteps, no nothing. The only sound was that of the still raging storm outside.

It stayed like that until Clint was the one to break the suffocating silence."Guys, seriously, are we gonna stay here all day?" Whined the archer from his spot on the couch. Even if he had been the one to propose the idea he hadn't expected for the other three remaining members of the group to actually listen.

Glaring at the other agent, Natasha growled, "Unless you want to end up like Thor than yes." She had not meant to sound so cold, but it had to be done or else another person on the team would get hurt.

Whining like a little kid and throwing his head back, Clint stared upside down at the floor to ceiling window. The rain from outside patted at the strong glass. Some of the droplets that clung to the window slid down it like tears, sometimes merging with other watery bubbles and forming even bigger ones.

"Ms. Romanoff? Mr. Rogers?" Called a blond man in a suit from the doorway.

The four startled Avengers looked at his direction. Electric blue eyes stared at three shocked faces and one unimpressed. "Yes, JARVIS?" Asked Natasha, earning the looks of three very confused men. Just as blond was about to reply, Clint pointed at him and squeaked, "That's JARVIS? I didn't know he was actually human!"

Rolling her eyes at the other S.H.I.E.L.D agent, the Russian droned out, "He's not human. Stark has been working on an android for JARVIS since the incident with Hammer."*

As the spy's words sunk into the other three men's head, the AI's British accented voice continued, "Sir would like to see both of you in his room." At their silence, he added, "He said it was urgent." The blond then fixed the wireless black headset's microphone he wore so that it wasn't so close to his mouth.

Natasha and Steve nodded at the android. Standing up from her place on the couch, the redhead turned to a quiet Bruce and a still gawking Clint. "Stay here, alright?" She ordered them like an owner does to an unruly puppy.

Both brunettes agreed with a quiet 'Yes'.

Not one of the Avengers noticed their shadows grinning wickedly at each other. Nor did they see them sink through the floor like wrecked ships on a raging ocean.

~~~~~Ten Minutes Later~~~~~~

Clint sat upside down on the couch, booted feet kicking the back part of the loveseat. Whistling a little tune, the archer turned his reversed vision at the meditating scientist sitting across from him.

"Hey Bruce," Called out the bored agent.

"Yes Clint?" Answered the unmoving brunette. He breathed in and out in a slow and calmed manner, concentrating on letting out the stress from early that day out of his system.

"I'm going to go the shooting range," stated Clint in a confident voice with a grin suddenly plastered on his face. The archer swiftly swung his legs over the back of the couch and flipped over, landing on his booted feet with a soft thud.

"Natasha said not to leave the room, Clint," warned the still zen Bruce. His comment went ignored since by then, Barton was already out the doorway and on the hall. Sighing in slight annoyance through his nose, the scientist went back to his calming meditation.

~~~~~Shooting Range~~~~~

Plucking a bow and a quiver from the wide wall displaying several weapons that would make the most hardened soldiers cry in joy, Clint trotted over to a shooting stall. He set down the deadly instruments on the small shelf before pressing the red button next to him. As the machine whirled to life and dragged over a pair of clips, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent grabbed a paper shooting target and hooked it on the clips once they had arrived. Punching the button once more, the machine controlling the lines jerked the shooting back as far as the lines would let it go.

Pulling the strap of the quiver over his head and dragging an arrow from within it, Clint set the sharp object on the nocking point and pulled back the string. Breathing out slowly, he released the arrow. The thin object sliced through the air like a bullet through a mound of jelly before impaling itself on the very center of the tiny bullseye circle.

Chuckling to himself, Clint pulled out another arrow, aligned it, and released it. This continued for a little while until he only had three arrows left in the quiver.

He was about to press the button when he heard a sudden 'BANG' come from hall outside. Killer instincts kicking in, Barton crouched low and aimed his bow at the door. He quietly crawled over to the entrance of the shooting range and peeked out the door window once he was there. Not seeing anything suspicious, he opened the door slowly and jumped out into the hall, aiming his bow left and right. Only to find no one there.

Lowering the weapon slightly, Clint tilted his head in confusion and shrugged. But when he turned back to the shooting range door, he almost screamed in horror at the sight before him. Standing- or rather hanging from a chain around their neck- there was a bloody Natasha. There was no inch on her body that wasn't covered in blood. One of her arms was completely missing, appearing to have been ripped off its socket savagely while her other arm was a stump from the elbow up. Remains of muscle, veins, and a small part of fractured bone hung out of the gaping stump. But the worst part was her torso. It looked like someone had plunged in a butcher knife in it before dragging the sharp metal over the flesh. Her stomach along with the large and small intestines hung out of the rough incision.

Barton stared with horror etched on his face at his fellow agent, but before he could do anything, crazed laughter echoed throughout the corridor. Swiveling around to face the sound, Clint shrieked when he saw a huge double headed creature. The creature- or creatures...he didn't know any more- looked like a rag doll with all the stitches that covered its body. Opening their mouths to reveal bloody fangs and long black tongues, both heads roared and charged for the archer.

Wasting no time, Clint turned to the other direction and ran like hell. The demon behind him roared again and gained speed just as Clint rounded a corner. Opening the first door he saw, the agent flung himself into the dark room. He waited anxiously with baited breath until the roars and footsteps of the creature were nothing but a distant sound before he exhaled. Placing the arrow that he held tightly back in the quiver, Barton lowered hs bow and patted the wall for the light switch. Finding it, he flicked it on. And he soon regretted his decision.

Starring at him hungrily, hundreds of yellow eyed zombies surrounded the archer from all sides. "SHIT!" Cursed Clint as the reanimated corpses shrieked before sprinting at him. In the blink of an eye, he was out the door and barricading it with a small but strong table that was on the hall. The zombies pounded on the poor door until it grew weak and a grey hand plowed through the wood, sending splinters and big chunks everywhere. Barton jumped back just in time as the hand swiped at him. Staring with horror at the door that was being mauled by the living dead, tha agent took of once more.

He didn't stop running until he practically crashed into a hard surface. From his place on the ground, Clint looked up nervously at the back of a painfully familiar looking figure. "L-Loki?" Stuttered the poor agent.

Turning his head a fraction, Loki smiled cruelly and vanished into thin air with a snap of fingers. But the snap wasn't for disappearing, oh no, it was for something much, MUCH, worse. And that worse came in the shape of an enormous axe swinging down from the ceiling to the direction of the man on the ground.

All courage lost, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent screamed pressed himself flat on the ground, and not a second too late since the axe graced the tip of his nose. When the weapon's momentum took it all the way up to the ceiling again, Clint made a run for it.

He ran through halls, rounded whatever corner he came across, entered whatever room to look for a bigger weapon, but not once did he notice the shadows that were following close behind, laughing at his terror and stupidity.

Soon enough, the terrified archer came to an aburt stop at a dead end. Insane giggles made him turn around.

Standing there with wide eyes filled with sadistic mirth and ear to ear smiles were the Jokers.

"Y-YOU?! YOU GUYS ARE BEHIND THIS?!" Screamed Clint with an enraged face, fear suddenly gone. He aimed his bow at the quad and retrieved an arrow from the quiver. He placed the sharp object on the nocking point and pulled back the string, not caring if he was aiming the deadly thing at the new recruits.

Tsking, Spade jerked his hand to the side and the weapons turned into snakes. Clint yelped as the snakes tried to bite his hand before he threw them at the floor. The serpents hissed at him and slithered away into the dark.

"Now, now, no need to be so hostile, Hawkeye," chided Diamond playfully. When the archer was about to retort, the jester snapped his fingers and the other man instantly fell silent. "Let me finish," he growled out in a suddenly angry tone. Pulling out a knife from seemingly out of no where, the blond jester stalked forward. "Dear little hawk, riddle me this and you're free to go: A family lived in a round house. There was a father, a chef, a grandma, a grandpa, and three kids. They each heard the children scream. The father and chef said they were in the kitchen using sharp knives. The grandpa said he was reading the newspaper and finally, the grandma said she was in the corner knitting. Now here is the question, who killed the children?"

And with a grin he added, "You only have five seconds to answer, so be fast."

Clint thought hard, but with his mind suddenly clouded by panic it was even harder to think straight. In front of him, Diamond toyed around with the sharp knife, making a little tick-tock sound to signify the time passing by. It clicked. But when he was about to say the answer, the British jester squealed, "Oops! Times up for the little hawk!"

Barton didn't even have time to scream as Diamond pounced on him and impaled the knife into his neck.

Clint Barton awoke with a start on the cold floor of the shooting range. He panted and swiped the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand. "Just a dream," he laughed weakly. Standing up and walking to the door, the traumatized archer kept repeating 'A dream.' as if it were a mantra.

Poor man never saw the shadows of the room smile cruelly at him.

Hello dears! Hope it isn't too noticable that I've been watching way too much "The Walking Dead" lately with the description of Natasha. Anyway, here is a little challenge for you guys.

If any of you can guess the riddle and be the first one to answer it in the reviews, you will get to ask for a wish from your loving author. It could be to either make a certain character appear, or to make something in specific happen, ANYTHING YOU WANT! :D

Now answers:

AnimeGirl 144: Hulk is neeeeeext! Heheheheh...the chaossss

Zantetsuken Reverse: Maybe...maybe not...BWAHAHAHA

The Almighty Pyro: Of course, it's always them in the end!

MyraBrown: It'll all be explained later on in the chapters that include The Facility and Him.

P.S.: Even though I heard some stuff about the 2P nations, can you guys help me out a bit on them? I was never able to find any info on those guys and if you guys told me more about them than I would be extremely happy! You don't have to if you don't want too though, I'm just saying I could really use the help.

Anyway...see you next time bros! *Brofist*