Clint quickly unlocked Tony's cell, followed by Steve's, still dumbfounded as to how Natasha had managed this one
Steve seemed to suddenly revert back to the strong leader they knew; snapping out of the moping he'd been doing since they arrived here. Clint and Tony knew he blamed himself, as much as they knew it wasn't his fault; there was only one person to blame for this, and they would make him pay.
"Pepper, do you remember the way out?"
She nodded "I think so, yeah"
"We need to get the others first, and it'd be useful if we found some weapons" Steve summarized, and the others nodded in agreement
"Pepper, take us to where you saw Nat?" Clint pleaded, leaning on the wall slightly; he still had a bullet wound through his leg which hadn't healed. Steve and Tony were also injured; it was going to be tough feat to get the other three out as well, but they had to try.
"Pepper, were shield looking into out disappearance?" Tony asked her suddenly
"Yeah, they didn't have any leads though. Your coms went dead, trackers went offline. They had no way to track you once you'd been taken from that warehouse"
"What about Coulson?" Steve asked guiltily, remembering that their handler's com unit had shorted out before they'd all been drugged and brought here
"He's fine, he was in medical for a day or so because of the drugs in his system, he couldn't remember what happened. He's on the search team which has been looking for you guys"
Clint smiled briefly, that was just like Phil
They made their way quietly and swiftly down the dimly lit corridors; Steve in the lead as he was the most physically able to fight, his gunshot wound having nearly completely healed thanks to his accelerated healing. 'Shame they weren't all so lucky' Clint thought as his leg protested painfully to the movement. Tony and Pepper followed Steve, Pepper whispering the occasional change of direction, and Clint brought up the rear.
"The next room on the left" Pepper informed them, "That's where Natasha was"
Clint's heart rate increased as Steve cautiously approached the door.
The room was pitch black until Tony located the light switch, and then it was suddenly too bright as white lights flooded the room
A metal table was in the centre surrounded by metal instruments, and there was blood. A lot of blood, pooled on the floor. But Natasha wasn't here.
"Damn it!" Clint hissed under his breath, all he wanted was his bow in his hands and one clear shot
"We'll find her" Steve reassured him, placing a hand on Clint's tense shoulder
"What if we're too late?" Clint asked voicing everyone's concerns, barely holding himself together