While they were half way between floor and shoulder, they kicked the guards in the gut. They were released and fell to the ground prepped for running. They had to leave Mark and Bell with the guards, a risky decision but for the best. There was only so much they could do without weapons. Nat pounced onto Milne's back, bringing him to the floor. He called out quickly before Nat stuffed his mouth with his own shoe. The guards were simple and looked blankly at the ruckus caused by Clint and Nat. Clint had jumped onto the control panel. After a second look, he realized he had no idea what he was doing. He pulled out a knife from under the panel and plunged it deep into the guards arm. He released Mark. Clint pushed him up against the panel.
"Stop whatever is happening. You heard what it's doing. Just… be careful. Don't hurt anyone… if that's possible," He looked into Mark's eyes quickly before going to Nat's aid. With some light fingered work, they tied Milne's wrists and ankles with his shoelaces. He wriggled around, his boot still in his mouth. Nat stepped back and glared at the guards. They were standing stock still, watching Mark work.
"I don't think they're going to hurt anyone," She said to Clint.
"You might want to get Bell, though," He suggested patronizingly.
"Can we please have Bell back?" Nat walked up to the guard, prepared to fight him. He didn't even look at her. He was staring at Mark. His whole body was tense and his grip on Bell's arm was enough to leave a red mark. He dropped her and stumbled back. Bell hurried over to Mark's side, saying not a word. Nat went over and hugged Clint. Everyone was re-united. Everything was good. They would stop the process and get everyone out of there. As Nat wrapped her arms around Clint's neck, she got the deep-gut feeling of something not quite right.
"That was a lot easier that it should have been, you know?" She whispered into his neck.
"Don't jinx it," He mumbled back. He was so wrapped up in her scent and warmth.
But it was too late.