Tony held up his hand, getting ready to blast the repulsor. It made the familiar hum as it charged up for a few moments. Victor took this chance to get a blade from his pocket and bring it to Natasha's throat.

"One wrong move, Stark, and she's dead," he snarled.

There was no way that Tony could shoot Victor without hitting Natasha, so he slowly put his hand down. He stared at them, glaring at Victor from behind the helmet. His heart broke as he mentally examined Natasha. She was badly injured with bruises littering her arms and doubtless other places, and she was in need of some serious help, both physically and probably mentally. He needed to get her out of her and back to the Tower quickly.

"What do you want?" Tony asked, trying to keep his voice even.

"Your help."

Tony wasn't at all surprised by this. Although he had been otherwise occupied while the video had played, he still heard everything Hemmings had said. Without another word, Tony had the helmet lift up off his face so that he could talk to the man without the barrier of his face plate. He wouldn't dare take off his suit though.

"Alright, with what?"

Victor smiled and it made Tony want to vomit. He knew the man was enjoying this, he could see it in the expression and his eyes. He made a quick glance down to Natasha and saw that the knife was still placed on her neck, but the pressure was just the same. If he could just get Victor away from her and somehow escape…

"I need some weapons, Mr. Stark. Powerful ones."

Tony's eyes snapped back up to Hemmings and he shot him a death glare. Weapons? No, Tony wasn't about to help him with that, especially since he knew the man was from Russia. Besides, he stopped making weapons years ago to start in clean energy. He wasn't about to help a wanted criminal with this. However, as he looked back at Natasha again, he knew that he probably didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to get her out alive. Maybe he would be able to get the bastard away from her long enough for them to make an escape.

"Alright. If it means I can get her out of here safely and not any more harmed than she already is, I'll help."

"Get out of the suit then."

Tony clenched his jaw, but after another moment or so, chose to follow the man's orders. The suit opened like a case and he stepped out, hands up to show he was not a threat. Seemingly happy with this, Hemmings moved away from Natasha, placing the blade back in his pocket. He walked over to Tony, giving him a small smile.

"I'm glad that we have come an agreement. Now how about you do me another favor and call off your team?" Hemmings said with a smirk.

Tony sighed, walking back over to the suit. Victor cleared his throat and Tony turned to face him.

"That's the only way I can communicate with them. I'm sorry that you didn't think about giving me that command before I was out of the suit. Now, if you'll excuse me…"

Tony stepped back into the suit, waiting just under a moment for communications to come back up. He watched Hemmings, who stared back at him. The man was far enough away from Natasha that he might be fast enough to get them out of there.

"Hey, Steve, Clint, stand down, and tell the others the same," he said, a plan quickly forming in his head. "Everything is fine."

In almost a blink of an eye, Tony quickly shot at Hemmings. He flew back against the way, giving Tony enough time to run to Natasha and rip the restraints from her. She started to scream and Tony heard a laugh from behind him. Her screams started to increase and when Tony turned around, he saw Hemmings laughing cruelly and turning the knob on his remote that controlled the chair Natasha was still sitting in. Tony walked over and grabbed the man's wrist, hearing a crack sound and then a cry of agony. He threw Hemmings at the wall again, then stepped on the remote the man had dropped. Natasha's screams immediately quieted. He quickly made his way back over to her and picked her up. He could hear the chaos being created by the other Avengers. He was glad he remembered the phrase, he usually didn't remember stuff like that.

"Tony…"

He looked down at Natasha, his heart skipping a beat from her voice. She had never called him Tony before. It was always Stark. He didn't know what this meant, maybe it meant nothing at all. Perhaps she was just too tired to think of anything else at the moment. His thoughts stopped in their tracks when she groaned, her face full of pain. He held her close while being gentle, afraid of hurting her. He started to flew, crashing through the ceiling and shielding Natasha so that none of the piece would hit her.

"Hey, guys, the creep is in this room below. I gotta take Natasha back to the hospital though," Tony said in his microphone as he hovered over the room he was just in.

Thor came over and landed in the room, grabbing the man who was unconscious from Tony propelling him into the wall. Thor and Tony began to leave from the scene, Tony on his way to the hospital that SHIELD was able to use a floor of and Thor to the actual SHIELD building to bring the man to Fury. Tony would have taken Nat back to his own tower, but that was further away, and he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to make it that far. Tony kept glancing down at Natasha, shaking a little bit every so often to keep her awake.

"Common, Nat. No sleeping," he urged, scared that if she did go to sleep, she wouldn't wake up. "We're almost there."

She groaned again, her breathing becoming shallow. Her eyes were shut, but she wasn't asleep yet. When Tony looked down, he saw blood dripping down from the corner of her mouth. He went into panic mode, telling JARVIS to put everything they had into the boosters. He needed to get Natasha to help, otherwise, she wouldn't make it. And he wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything happened to her.

"Nat!" he yelled when her head rolled back.

No response.

"Dammit, Nat, you stay with me," he growled, his heart lifting a bit once the hospital was in sight.

"Sir, I'm afraid that Agent Romanoff is no longer breathing."