"I've got Thor! Anyone free to give me a hand?" Steve sounded down the coms as he tried to help the heavily drugged Asgardian to his feet
"I'm on my way to Bruce, but Clint if you turn around and take you're third left, second door on your right you'll find Steve and Thor... Clint? Clint?"
"Any way you can handle it without me?"
"Don't worry, I got this. Go get Nat" Steve said, knowing exactly why the archer was hesitant to come and help
"Steve, me and Bruce will be there in a minute... As soon as we've got them out we'll come back and help Clint"
It took Tony a few minutes to figure out how to release the device from around Bruce's neck; clearly it was what was keeping the Hulk from making an appearance and they may need him. When he was finally free the two men ran down the hall to help Steve with Thor; the guy wasn't light and was still too out of it to support his own weight.
Clint was only vaguely aware of the others' progress as they chattered on the line. The four of them were together now and working on getting Thor out while Bruce worked hard to keep a lid on The Hulk; now the device had been removed the other guy was agitated at having been suppressed for so long, and the injuries Bruce had sustained over the past few days were causing his anger to boil over. Clint was far too busy searching every room he came across, hoping to glimpse a sight of his partner but so far there had been nothing.
He finally came up against a locked door, and hoped against hope that it mean Natasha was inside. A few minutes, and an injured shoulder later he knocked it down and found himself inside another empty room... feeling disheartened he turned to leave, until he spotted something; his bow. Tucked away at the back of one of the work benches mostly covered by clutter, but it was definitely his bow! His quiver was nowhere in sight, but holding the bow in his hands offered him at least a little comfort; it was familiar. As he made his way back to the long, cold hallway he stood on something; looking down he was amazed to see one of his exploding arrows. It was damaged; the timing mechanism was off, but still... An arrow was an arrow, and right now Clint would take anything he could get.
He spent the next several minutes making is way down the corridor; searching room after room... Until something made him stop and think... The room he'd found his bow in had another door at the far end, every other room, including the cells where they'd been kept and the large room they'd initially been held in; only had one exit... So where did that door go?