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I am so sorry I know it's been a very long time since I've updated, this chapter I'm trying something a little different, I hope you guys like it.

"Evil is just a point of view" Anne Rice

Chapter 4: Gone in Five Minutes

Coulson

There were certain things that were easy for Coulson to do. Like clearing the hotel, that was easy. Making sure there was a helicopter on the hotel roof with a medical team waiting for them was also easy. But, one thing for Coulson that wasn't easy was watching the pale, almost dying body of Alison Dalton in Barton's arms. Sure Coulson had seen people die, he himself had killed people, but nothing quite compared him for watching Alison Dalton's condition worsen more and more. It had almost stopped Coulson, when he first saw her in Clint's arms, haft dead and bleeding out. Her body had looked too small to have held that much blood. Those seconds kept going through his head.

Everyone knew they were racing against time to save her, the now weakening, fragile, almost lifeless body of the Killer Butterfly. Standing in the cockpit with the pilot and co-pilot flying the as fast as they could, Coulson could only muster to look back a couple of times to see Clint and a couple of medical agents surrounding Alison's body. He only snapped out of it when Barton started talking, "Coulson who the hell was that guy?!"

"The check came back to a Damon Vera, a small time hit man who was associated to a group leader known as Camion who was killed three months ago from a hit taken out on him by his right hand man who had hired Alison to do the job." Coulson said keeping his eyes on Barton and the medical team. Barton didn't say anything after that. The rest of the flight was quick and silent.

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Amy Grayson

It was her first day at her new job, fresh out nursing school. At first it had taken her awhile to find a job. It had seemed as thou all her résumé's had just gone to their trash, but just when she was about to give up they had come to her. Sure she was just doing little stuff like checking up on patients after surgery and changing bandages, but it was a job, it had great pay and benefits and it wasn't like she didn't enjoy. Sure she was curious about the place where she worked, she knew it was a government agency and that's all she knew and that's all she cared to know about. It was her first day and she hadn't asked any question, set anything on fire, or done anything stupid, well besides getting lost a couple times, it had been a pretty good day. Sure she still felt like the new kid and kept her head down, and in front of the guards only knew the words yes sir and no sir. But she did have a security badge that would allow her into most of the areas in the hospital wing, sure it didn't have her picture on it, but she actually preferred that part. Blonde haired, blue eyed or not, not everybody likes their picture taken.

Not a lot had happened her first day, mostly training injuries, and apparently some V.I.P. had to have serious surgery, but she wasn't allowed in on that, actually come to think of it not a lot of people had been allowed too.

"How your first day been so far?" Martha asked then coughed into her shoulder. Martha was so far my favorite person that I had worked with. She was one of the senor nurses that works here and had taken me under wing since I had arrived, mostly because she liked me, but also cause she was coming down with a cold and Doctor Levitt didn't want her around the patients as much.

"Great, little bummed since I didn't even get to look in on that surgery, but I'll get over it." I said shrugging then sitting back in the office chair at the nurse's front desk.

"It's okay you didn't really miss much." She said with a smile.

"Why do I doubt that?" I said looking at her. She laughed her little laugh that she liked to use.

"If you call two gunshot wounds, with almost 40% blood loss, and not to mention crashing a couple times on the table fun, then yes it was fun." She said with a tried smile, and then gave another couple more coughs.

"Are you serious?" I asked in awe.

"Yeah, speaking of," She said looking at her beeping pager.

"What is it?" I asked looking at her pager.

"I have post op for her." Martha said coughing again.

"Her?"

"Our very important patient."

"Are you feeling up to it, I mean you look sick?" I said putting my hand to her temple and frowning.

"No not really, you know what? You take it." She said looking at me.

"Are you serious?" I asked looking at her in pure shock.

"Yes, you know what to do, it's pretty straight forward, you aren't a possible infection walking around, and if you have any problems you can just page me." She said handing me the patient chart. I looked down at it, then back up to her.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, you are more than ready and it's easy as pie, just follow the chart, the room number is on the chart and it's in the ICU." She said smiling.

"Why are they in the ICU?" Martha shrugged.

"Levitt wanted to separate her." I got up and started walking towards the ICU, then stopped and turned.

"Again are you sure? What if I can't find it?"

"It's the only room on that hallway being used and there are two guards outside the door, I high doubt anyone could miss it." She said pushing me forward. It slowly started walking and got to the door when a couple of guards came through the door I heard from Martha behind me at the nurses' desk.

"Don't forget to wear protection!" I stopped turned bright red and made eye contact with a couple of the guards who had huge grins. I turned to Martha and glared.

"Mask and gloves! Mask and gloves!" Martha yelled with a huge grin. I turned around in embarrassment and kept walking. It seemed to take forever to get to the ICU hallway, but when I did I came face to face with some of the scariest security guards I have ever seen.

"Can I help you ma'am?" A security guard who sounded like he smoked two packs a day.

"Ah post op." I said in a small voice.

"Badge." I fumbled in my pockets till I found it and gave it to him. He gave an eyebrow.

"First day." I said in a nervous voice.

"Well I hope you have a great first day, Miss Grayson." He said giving me my badge back then opened the door. I went in and he closed the door behind me. Letting out a sigh of relief I went over to the patient. Left hand cuffed to the bed, and her face pale. I tried not to look at her face, and focused on the chart. I looked at the heart monitor.

"What the Hell." I looked at her, she looked asleep. I looked back at the heart monitor. She should be asleep with this heartbeat. I reached forward and tapped the monitor, which made some weird noise then froze.

"Oh dear God do not be broken!" I said flipping the dials, then powered it off and waited, then after 30 seconds I turned it back on.

"What the Hell?" The monitor made no beep, it registered no heartbeat, nothing, and I hit the monitor again. I pressed the power button till the screen went black. That's when I saw it. I went to scream, but I was too late, one hand was covering her mouth and an arm was around her throat sealing off air. Amy watched on the black screen of the monitor. She could feel it coming, but of how she tried. She tried to scream, but whatever was attacking her had a firm grip around her mouth. She tried to move, but their legs were wrapped around her weighing her down. She couldn't believe this was happening; she looked in the monitor desperately trying to see her attacker. She couldn't believe what she saw. No, I can't be, she was cuffed to the bed, how could she? She closed her eyes, darkness was taking her, and she couldn't help.

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Clint

Jack hit the mat with a loud thud.

"Jesus Christ Barton! Don't kill me." Jack said getting up. Barton couldn't help it; he had too much nervous energy left. She had come out of surgery good enough. Coulson even said he would come get him if anything happened, but still. He had sparred with three people so far after she got out of surgery. Fury told him to get some rest, Coulson told him to go to bed, his brain was telling him he was tried, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't stop. They went another round before Jack gave up and said he was going to bed, and that Barton should do the same. But he couldn't. He looked at the clock 1:28, he had a debriefing at 8. He didn't mean to stay up this late. Barton finally gave up; he put his stuff in his bag and head to his room, grabbed a quick shower then crashed on his bed in a pair of sweat pants. He hadn't even closed his eyes when there was a knock on the door. He didn't even get up, before Coulson opened the door and walked in.

"Barton."

"Hey Coulson, nice of you to knock and enter." Clint said getting up.

"Barton, she gone." Coulson said the two words that woke Barton up so quick no one even had a chance to blink.

"What do you mean she gone." Barton said grabbing a shirt and walking with Coulson as they talked.

"A nurse went in for Alison's second post op after surgery, in which she found the first nurse."

"You mean the guards never noticed she left?" Barton asked pulling his shirt on over his head.

"No, the guards swear they saw the nurse leave the room, she had the scrubs and the badge, the problem is it wasn't the nurse." Coulson said opening a door to the security room.

"How long ago was that?"

"Four hours." Barton rubbed his forehead.

"She could still be here."

"And we have teams looking for her everywhere."

"I'm going to go look." Barton said heading for the door.

"Barton, she has a badge, she could leave the building with no problem, no questions asked in less than five minutes." Coulson said looking at Barton. Barton opened the door then looked at Coulson. Five minutes was all it took to get from the hospital wing to the door past the security guards when you were a civilian and had no knowledge or access to S.H.E.I.L.D. Five minutes, just five minutes.