Okay, I lied. ONE more post before I leave! ;P

So basically, thank you EVERYONE!

Camiliawolff. I'm glad there's someone here who knows Portuguese to correct my horrid grammar…in any language! No, I've never been to Brazil, but I do my research before I write and I have friends who have been there. I'm so glad you like it! (Oh, and your English is fine! I have a German pen-pal whose spelling is WAY better than mine…just saying…)

Wolfdarkfur: I was gonna have a thing between Clint and Kyla…then there was the whole "she's-20-and-he's-41" thing…hawkward… So yeah, that and the massive OC/Character hate-mail thing I don't want to have to deal with...so no. No lovey-dovey...although Clint and Natasha are DEFINATLY on my top ten movie-romances list.

Oh, and the next chapters contain Fury, Bruce, and basically the rest of the team. Here's what you have to look forward to in upcoming updates!

Clint Whump. Sorry Barton, but I just like writing about you getting hurt. *Shrug*

The Plot Thickens! Okay, OCs are great and all, but there's got to be a bigger game at play, right? Like, who's the guy who shot Clint? What's happening at SHIELD?

Kyla being all around kick-assy and awesome.

Natasha being all around kick-assy and awesome.

Captain America being all around kick-assy and awesome.

Clint being all around…well…Kick-assy, yes, but also very sore. He fell off a building and got shot for goodness' sake!

The reveal of the MAIN VILLIAN! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! (Complete with evil-Joker-laugh, I promise! ;P)

Enjoy!

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Hill ran across the bridge to Fury with an alarm in her expression that he had begun to associate with news of Tony Stark.

"What'd he do this time?" He asked when his second in command reached him and gave a salute.

"He's…he's on line one sir."

Fury narrowed his eye and reached for a phone mounted on a wall beside him.

"Stark, you better have found Barton or your suit's head will be served to me on a silver platter."

"Okay mom…cool it…" Answered Stark's voice over the phone. Fury caught an uncharacteristic touch of urgency through Tony's usual air of sarcasm.

"What's the problem?" Fury groaned, expecting the very…very worst.

"Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?"

"Pick one."

"Right…" Stark's voice drifted off for a moment and Fury could hear multiple voices muffled on the other end. Tony's voice came back clearly. "Okay, so Clint got beat up, fell off a roof and got shot…" He started. Fury huffed.

"Is that all?"

"No."

"Ah."

"He also appears to have picked up a stray…"

Fury heard a protesting voice in the background. "Hey! I'm not a str…", but Tony cut them off.

"…and some assassin-type guy tried to finish the pair of them off. They're lucky I was there, Fury."

"That's a lie!" The voice in the background immediately interjected. "You didn't do a damn thi…"

"Sooooo….That's basically all that's happened on this end. How 'bout you mom?"

"Tony…" Fury said with a calmness usually reserved for the mentally handicapped. "If you call me "mom" one more time I'll tell Natasha to put a dead lab mouse in your suit."

There was a silence on the line.

"You wouldn't." Stark said threateningly.

"Try me."

A pause.

"Fine." Tony muttered grudgingly. Fury allowed himself a self-satisfied smile.

"Right. Now, do you need someone to come and get you? How about Barton, is he stable?"

"Uh…." Stark said over the line. There was a pause before he came back. "Um, that's a no. He just blacked out again."

"Again?"

"Listen, I've gotta go. Can you hurry that up? Track my suit's signal if you have to. You can use my computer. The guest username is TONYROCKS…all caps, no spaces."

"Tony! Don't hang up…"

"See ya!"

There was a quiet beep and then silence. Fury raised his eyebrows and hung up the phone with a heavy sigh. Hill was standing beside him, her manner as intense as ever.

"What do you need me to do sir?" She said, familiar with the pattern. Tony stark calls…something needs fixing.

"Head down to Stark's lab. Track his suit. The password's TONYROCKS." In response to her look he added, "Don't ask questions Hill! Chop, chop!" He clapped his hands and she skittered off to the door, handing her clipboard to an officer on the way out. Fury scratched the back of his hand, thinking. If Clint and this person he had picked up had been attacked, that made four separate attacks on SHIELD personal over the last week. Something wasn't right… First it had just been a random drive-by shooting while two of his agents were running a mission, then it was Natasha getting mugged by a petty criminal on the street. Next it was the Cap's window getting shot out by someone in a building neighboring Stark Tower and now it was Barton getting shot. This couldn't just be coincidence…could it?

Fury cracked his neck, a bad habit he knew, and wished that despite all of this he could at least get some sleep. He hadn't been able to stay in bed for days. Maybe it was stress. Yeah, it had to be stress.

Hill came back into the control room several minutes later, Stark's laptop under her arm. She handed it to Fury who opened it and examined the screen. A satellite image of the Earth spun around filling the entire screen. A green light started blinking somewhere in Brazil and the image zoomed in closer until buildings and streets were visible.

"Wow. Clint sure does choose strange places to request missions…" Fury muttered. He handed the laptop back to Hill. "Take us there."

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It had been quite some time since Bruce Banner had nearly Hulked out in his sleep. For the longest time he had been convinced that bad dreams were a thing of the past for him. Guess not.

He was in his lab, slumped over a computer monitor, when he was jolted awake by an unusually vivid dream. In it he was in a city street packed with people. Someone spilled a cup of coffee on him and he was suddenly the Hulk. He tore people apart, roaring and crashing through apartments, destroying cars and buildings as the people screamed around him. It was all too real. He awoke in a cold sweat, his first instinct being to reach for the syringes of tranquilizers on the counter beside him. When he realized that it had only been a dream he calmed down some, but still pulled the box of medication closer to himself…just in case.

He took a few deep breaths, running an anxious hand through his hair. He had been avoiding his quarters, afraid to fall asleep. This was the third close-call this week, and for three days the threat of hurting someone after Hulking in his sleep had kept him awake and in the lab. He wasn't really thinking about his work, but he did keep himself busy by running most of the calculations in his head instead of using the computers.

Bruce rubbed his thumbs over his eyelids wondering how long he would be able to keep this up. Maybe he should just stick himself with the tranquilizer and hope to God he didn't hurt anyone when he woke up. No…things weren't that desperate yet. He would simply wait for the dreams to pass. It was probably just a phase anyway…stress from the last few months…that was all.

Banner stretched and looked back at his computer screen. A half completed equation glared back at him. For the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was for. He shrugged to himself and got back to work, thinking of all that ways he could waste his time.