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Chapter 2

When Tony awoke from the fog, he was sitting beneath the shade in a dilapidated old building somewhere on the North Eastern edge of Egypt. He had been stripped down to his shirt and pants, but his Iron Man suit laid within reach beside him. A careful look around the room led him to realize they weren't in much of a building at all, but rather a shack. The roof was simple thatch, struck together perhaps in the forties and never mended since. The walls were clay brick interspersed with glass bottles and other randomly found objects like tire rubber. He could see just outside the curtain doorway a band of sunlight disappearing on the horizon and the wheel of a motor bike.

"Awake at last?"

Tony shifted his position. He leaned forward, rubbing a hand across his face to free some of the sand caked across it. Clint was crouching beside him and handed over a bowl.

"Water, drink it. You're still dehydrated."

"Is this filtered?" Tony asked.

"Just drink it." Clint replied.

Tony accepted the offer, but looked disdainfully at the fluid. "You know how many diseases could be in this? I didn't happen to see you pack a brita in our gear."

Clint had turned away, completely ignoring his complaints. Steve was standing by a cut out window carved into the brick. An old sheet served as the curtain. Across his chest was a long strip cut from the same sheet, apparently stemming a flow of blood.

"Take one for the team, Cap?" Tony asked.

Steve turned a little. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Clint said it was rebar. I woke up here like you."

"Our little Hawk-spy saved the day?" Tony asked in mock surprise. "My God, and I left my polaroid at home!"

Steve cracked a smile. "We were waiting on you and the meet up with Natasha before we moved out again."

Tony got to his feet and dusted himself off. "So I take it we saved the day, destroyed the bad guys, reclaimed my tech, and saved the damsel in distress?"

"No damsel this time."

"Do Russians count?"

Clint had left the hut to check on something out doors and returned now. "She's coming up the alley with a car. We can pile in and meet back at SHIELD base."

"So soon? How long was I out?" Tony asked, stretching the kinks in his back.

"I called a few hours ago." Clint said. "Figured we'd want to get out as soon as possible." He grabbed a few handfuls of Tony's gear and walked them out to the car. Natasha had the trunk open already and Clint placed some of Tony's suit into it.

"You know, technically I could still fly home." Tony said. "If I have to share the backseat with Million-Dollar Spangles I will complain to Pepper."

"Shot Gun." Clint called, pulling open the passenger door. He sat down before Tony could bawk.

Natasha smiled at Stark from behind her shades. "Solves that. So, are you flying so I can have some peace during this drive?"

"Really?" Tony whined to the passenger window. Steve appeared with the rest of Starks gear. At first he held it out, as if somehow Tony would manage to breathe life back into his fried circuits. Or at least enough repulsor power to fulfill his warning.

"I don't like to be handed things." Tony told him.

So Steve dropped the pile of scrap at Stark's feet and got into the car.

Tony looked at Natasha. "Can I drive?"

"No."

"I don't like back seats. Especially ones most likely infected with lice or human mucus or something."

"You like Happy's back seats, and I think you'll live." Natasha slammed the driver's door. She looked over to Clint. "So how long did you have to put up with that before I got here?"

Clint smiled. "You got here fast enough."

"Finished my end this morning."

"How'd the mission go?"

"Well enough. I didn't blow anything, or anyone up. Even myself. So that is an improvement on the show you had."

Tony was in at last. Natasha slid the car in gear and they headed down the back alleys of Egypt. She could feel Clint begin to relax beside her. Obviously Tony had worn him out, especially being stuck in a shack with him. She was going to say something to the effect, but Clint surprised her.

"How far to the pick up?" His face turned to her as he asked.

"About two hours. Take traffic. Why?"

He nodded his head then settled down in his seat. "Wake me when we get there. Dragging Tony around the desert and pulling rebar out of Cap did me in."

"Awe, were we to much for Spy-hard?" Tony asked. "You know, at least Goldilocks got to wake up to three bears after being fed. All I got was your ugly face and some goat urine. Who was better off?"

Clint didn't take the bait. He rolled over in his seat, propping his legs on the dash board. Tucked comfortably, his breathing leveled until for all appearance sake he was sound asleep. When a few minutes passed in silence, Tony kicked the back of the seat. Clint just reached back and tried to smack him for it.

"Now, kids I will have Miss Romanov pull this car over!" Steve warned.

Clint went back to his ball and Tony pulled out his cell phone. Then Tony rolled down the window, and rolled up the window. He leaned his head back into the sunlight, looked over at Rogers, and kicked Clint's seat again.

Steve sighed. It was going to be a very long few hours.

if you think that's the last your read of what happened after the attack, think again! coming next, Clint's POV