Author's note- I know I promised The Devils Angel another chapter but I wanted to work on this story! I do not own the Avengers, Hawkeye or anything Marvel related!

"Cas we got a problem!" I whipped around to meet eyes with frantic agents. She was pointing at a control panel on one of the devices that I did not understand.

"What's the problem?"

"Communications came back up but there is no sign of Agent Barton's team, it's like they don't exist." A loud rumble pulled me from that moment. Turning to the dark grass I saw more pairs of glowing red eyes peering through grass never blinking.

"Form a ring agents I don't want anybody's back exposed!" I ordered and the agents formed a shaky circle around the monitoring equipment. Fumbling hands began loading guns as I scanned the grass with my bow pointed. A yell coming from the distance followed by a loud explosion shook my senses making me turn in its direction. I could tell from frantic calls and orders that Clint's team was experiencing the same demonic eyes as we were, except they were being attacked.

"O'Hale!" He yelled before breaking the circle and making a run to the other team. The eyes made a sudden flash to chase the agent and I fired my bow into their fires knocking one creature to the ground.

"Don't break the circle men!" I yelled firing another arrow into the dark hearing a yelp in return. The fleeing agent was almost half to the other team when I heard a shrill human shriek.

"Markus!"

"Don't you dare break this god damn circle or you're as good as dead as him!" I yelled pulling together my frantic team. The air was becoming thick and hot and I could hear the creatures panting in my ears almost like a taunt. I was scared for myself, my team, but especially for Clint. I went against my own rules and broke the circle to create a ring of light with some flare tipped arrows before returning to my team. They were scared and I could see in their eyes they were not ready for a fight. I got a quick glance at one of the creatures that was hunting s and it appeared to be almost like a lion, but instead of a normal fur there was rock and fire. I assumed it was a creation made by the demon Surtur. Bullets began firing as a nervous agent began to shoot blindly in the grass. Smoke subsided and a creature attacked. It clawed at his face before dragging the screaming agent away slow and dramatically to fill us all with fear. Then his screaming went away as he vanished from sight.

"Duck down!" I yelled before firing an arrow into an open creature's mouth. The arrow hit its mark and the creature turned to stone before falling to the ground. I rolled across the ground firing another arrow turning another creature to stone. The moon began to shine brighter than before and I felt the power come from it. My eyes and hair turned silver like a true huntress as soon all the other fire consumed lions turned to stone.

"Set up the rest of the equipment and get communications online as soon as you can, I am going to help out Agent Barton! If you run into them aim for the eyes, head shots turn them into stone." With that I left my agents against my better judgment to help Clint. Running through the tall grass feeling the adrenalin through my veins became calming. It felt like the hunts I so long ago forgot I had with my huntress. I swift turn through grass and a fir lion pounced upon my shoulder. Scraping and clawing I felt it rip open my skin and crush bone. Pulling out a knife from my thigh holster I whipped around and stabbed at the creature's eye. It fell to the ground as i soon followed. My world began to spin as I heard the yelling and cries of fighting men and flying bullets. I clutched my shoulder to see a dizzying amount of blood falling from them. I spit out a spray of blood from my lungs before grabbing my bow and stumbling to get up. As I reached to a standing position my eyes were met with a blinding light as I assumed Clint was firing a flash arrow to give himself some light. My hand was late to cover my eyes leaving me to walk around almost blind. I loaded my bow out of pure instinct and turned to fire it when I heard a growl then yelp out of a lion.

"Clint!" Yelling into the heat of battle is pointless but when you have nothing left to do it seems right. I got no answer in return but I wasn't expecting to. Twisting on the heel of my foot I released another arrow into a beasts face. That's when I saw him in all his glory, a lion of fire much more fantastic then all the others. A prized beast that even Athena would hunt at a trophy and display proudly. On the opposite of the creature was my Clint with his bow loaded, an arrow in his mouth and an injured agent on his shoulder. I began to run through needle like grass yelling at the creature to get its attention but its eyes of flame did not move but instead led the creature closer to my lover.

"Come on you ugly piece!" I heard Clint yell through clenched teeth. The creature moved mountains with the roar it let out in return before moving like lightning toward the archer. Time began to slow as my knees went weak and I saw the scene play out before me. Clint fired an explosive arrow just barely missing the lion and knocking it off its balance. Clint moved as fast as he could to deposit the injured agent before rolling out of harm's way of the fire spewing lion. The grass ignited lighting the land up in orange light making it look like we were in a circle of hell's fiery pits. Reaching into a pocket of my uniform I pulled out a special arrow tip before attaching it onto a special arrow shaft I had hand made a long time before. I looked up to see Clint dodging another attack from the lion's enormous paw but breaking his bow at the same time. Without his bow I knew Clint could not win so I prayed to the god my idea would work.

"I pray to thee father Zeus will you please help me with this one thing." I aimed my sights at the sky just above Clint and the creature and released the special arrow into the sky. A few seconds past with nothing happening and I heard Clint cry out.

"Please Zeus help me!" A crack of lightning rang out lighting up the whole hillside blinding me and every human being on in a five mile radius. It had knocked me down onto the grass hurdling the breath out of my lungs. I heard a piercing ring in my ears as I attempted to stand up and see if Clint was alright.

"Cas…Can you hear me?" Clint breathed as he rolled over on his stomach barely able breath out my name. I was about 30 feet away when I saw the beast regain fire in his skin. It was severely weakened but not dead and Clint was still on the ground.

"Clint watch out!" I yelled but to deaf ears as I watched in horror as the demon made its way to Clint's form. It raised its fanged muzzle to the air as I watched in horror. Closing my eyes I didn't want to watch. They sound of flesh hitting flesh drove me to tears as I couldn't even cry in that moment. I was paralyzed by the sound of the growling and rumbling of the creature's chest as it ripped into Clint, my Clint just like my family was being taken away from me by a monster. A roar was let out, but it did not come from the beast's mouth. This roar was one of triumph that a brave warrior would let out in the arena after defeating their opponent. I looked through parted fingers to see Clint standing on the stone head of the lion with a white knuckled hold on an arrow that was buried deep into the creature's skull. He had a wild look that I only saw once before when we were in the jungle and it looked as unnatural now as it did then.

"And stay down!" With that final verbal jab the archer rolled of the head and onto his back on the ground. I started to get up and noticed a faint shadow watching, but paid no attention going straight to Clint's side.

"Are you okay?" I tried saying with a little smile on my face not to worry him. He, like me, was covered in bloody scratches and soot from the fire. His normally bright smile was little more than a smug smirk when looked into my eyes.

"Yeah it's just a flesh wound, tell Dena thanks for saving my ass. "

"You can tell me yourself cause you aint dying before you do." I turned behind me to see the shadow emerge from the darkness as she flicked red blood from her blade. I started to pull together in my mind what had happened and see that Dena was the one who bought Clint enough time to move and finish the creature.

"Finally the Calvary arrived what took you long enough?" I spoke seeing Steve and Tony finally coming into view. The agents did good as they followed my orders even when I didn't.

"Oh quit complaining meet Black Widow at this point to help the knuckle heads open the door so I can be home and watch my shows alright." Dena laughed before helping me get Clint to his feet. She carried an extra quiver on her back probably by orders of Fury and deposited it in front of Clint. Although he wanted to grab he was looking pale and I knew he wasn't ready for battle. Dena must have picked up the same details as she sliced her palm and pressed it to Clint's forehead. He struggled against it for a moment but I reassured him she was not just doing that to gross him out. Slowly Clint's cut disappeared and the normal cocky attitude returned to his eyes. Grabbing his quiver and the extra bow attached to it he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Keep calm and aim straight baby."

"And you?" Releasing an arrow into the heat of battle he called back to me.

"I always do sweetheart." I laughed as Dena handed me some more of my equipment that I had not thought to grab like my old quiver that held my ambrosia and mortal medicine alike.

"Do you think me and Steve will ever be that cute a couple?"

"Get your head in the game D or you will die for sure this time." She shrugged before whistling for her hell mutt and running off like a mad man on drugs. I traversed over the fallen bodies of countless stone lions and sadly some agents to a make shift base of operations that was a quin jet. There stood Natasha in all her glory with the fire burning behind her and wind blowing perfectly through her red locks. Next to her an awkward looking Thor and Bruce Banner were trying to talk battle plans. Anubis was also there I can only assume to help with the ritual.

"Finally Olympian where were you?"

"Having a party." I said sarcastically rolling my eyes at the god. Anubis wandered to me as I set my knife on the table and explained what we needed to do.

"To go down to the underworld as an immortal is very difficult as a mortal its damn near impossible unless you die. So we need blood from someone who is from there and since Dena is off at the party Anubis is going to have to do." Handing him the knife he laughed before making a remark.

"I am going to do more than that little hunter. I am going to take you straight to the gate of the pit because I am god of the underworld."

"I thought it was god of embalming?" Bruce said looking up from the table and adjusting his glasses.

"You know there is something called being too smart for your own good right?"

"Enough if you can take us straight to the gate then we need to be right with the prisoner when you open it." Natasha pointed out while loading her guns. I grabbed the knife and transferred my arrows to my old quiver and smudged some dirt away from my face.

"Well what are we waiting for?"

Authors note- Thank you kcollins720 for your review I hope you enjoy this little longer update. Anyway review and alert because that's what makes me happy and I am so glad you are joining me for the final chapters of this story!