"Um, those cat. . things are alive, right?" Steve asked. "Because I'm pretty sure the others would be fairly pissed off if we killed their family and left."

"Yeah, they're alive. Pretty easy to knock out, fortunately. But I might've broken one's jaw back in our cell," Agent Romanoff responded. She placed her hands on her hips. "One of you want to grab Clint? He's heavier than he looks." She jerked her thumb back at the limp body of the downed agent.

"I will," Rogers said. He bent down and picked his teammate up, then slung him over his shoulder.

"Alright, we should leave. We don't want to wait for the reinforcements. We gotta find everyone else," Fury ordered. The others nodded and drew their weapons, if they had them, anyways. The small pack of Avengers made their way down the hall, stepping over the furry bodies that littered the floor.

"Is it just me, or is this slightly disturbing?" Bruce asked. He didn't get a response.

"Okay, the boss agreed. Come on, it's long overdue for a few lessons, Time Lord," Tyro purred, unchaining the Doctor from the wall. He quickly slapped a pair of cuffs on his prisoner, retaking his leash on the Time Lord. A pair of soldiers stood by the door, preparing to escort them out.

"Okay, just to be clear, I'm not going to lay on an operating table and be dissected, right?" the Doctor asked, raising an eyebrow at the creatures.

"I don't know."

The Doctor nodded. Then his eyes widened. "Wait, what?!"

The Doctor shifted slightly, the table he was strapped to not being the least bit comfortable. His arms were all the way out at his sides, while his legs were just as if he was laying regularly. Large brown, leather straps held him down, one wrapped around his head to prevent him from lifting it.

See, this was the situation he had been deliberately trying to avoid. Now it seemed like he was going to die. Which might have been likely.

"Hey, um, can I ask what we're doing?" the Doctor asked a nearby Zyriun. The red and blue furred alien turned towards him, green eyes glowing.

"Just setting up our equipment," came a distinct female voice. Her tail-hands were busy doing several things to machines in the area around her. She bent down and fixed a part under a large grey piece of metal and then straightened up.

"And what's going to happen to me?"

The Zyriun sighed, rolling her eyes. She turned to face him fully. "Would you be quiet? You're just a test subject."

"Test subject? That doesn't sound like the deal." The Doctor felt his hearts start to beat faster in his chest.

"I don't care, buddy." She began hooking up wires and sticking needles into his arms, kind of like weird IVs.

Since she was the only living thing besides him in the room, the Time Lord decided to try and make conversation.

"So. . . what's your name? I'm the Doctor, obviously."

"Zara. And didn't I say no taking?" she snapped. A tail-hand reached up and a pressed a button above her head. A shock of electricity shot through the Doctor's body, making him convulse slightly on the table. He blinked, trying to get his sight back in order, as everything was currently blurry.

He didn't ask any more questions.

The escaped prisoners came to the end of a hall. Natasha stuck her head out to look around. She nodded, jerking her head towards the hall.

"Clear. There's a few cells at the end of the hall. Fury, wanna check them out with me?" Agent Romanoff asked, an eyebrow raised. The Director nodded, then faced the other Avengers, which was only two awake in total. As Clint was still hanging over Steve's shoulder.

"We'll be right back," Fury said. They quickly went around the corner, vanishing from sight.

Natasha quickly filtered through the cells, checking for Tony or the Doctor. She turned to Fury. "Anything?"

Fury checked the last cell. "Found Stark!" In the blink of an eye, Romanoff was opening the door with the keys she stole. They quickly retrieved the unconscious genius from the cell and Fury tossed him over his shoulder. They met up with the others at the crossing.

"You got him!" Rogers breathed happily. "Any sign of the Doctor?"

Natasha shook her head. "No. He's just gone. And that's all the jail cells in the area. I doubt they have a different section."

"Perhaps we should split up," Banner suggested.

"I don't know. Two people are down; we shouldn't risk a third. Or getting captured again," Steve said.

Fury nodded. "I agree. Let's stick together until Tony or Clint is up."

The group turned around to go down a different hallway. But just as they were reaching for a door, a long, pained yell echoed from somewhere in the building.

"Is it just me, or did that sound like the Doctor?" Steve asked worriedly.

"First immune system test in three, two, one," a voice called out, disturbing the Doctor from his confused state. He couldn't see any Zyriuns, but he could hear them from behind him.

"Wait, what test?" the Time Lord exclaimed, struggling in the restraints with a renewed vigor.

There was a short buzz, and in one of the tubes connected into his arm, liquid began flowing down it. It was deep blue and quickly traversed the distance. As it entered his veins, it produced a cooling sensation. The Doctor almost relaxed until his body began burning like he was on fire. His eyes glowed like lights and his back arched in his restraints, his mouth open as he let out a wail of pain. The agony only lasted a total of about thirty seconds, but it felt like hours. As soon as it was over, destroyed by his powerful immune system, the Time Lord fell back against the table, chest heaving.

"How- gasp -is this getting any results?!" the Doctor cried, eyelids fluttering.

There was no answer, just random talk.

"Two minutes until the next test!" That was clearly identifiable as Zara's voice.

Soon, the next two minutes passed.

"Second immune system test in three, two, one," the first voice called out yet again. Another buzz came from above him. The Time Lord watched the green, thick liquid seep into his arm. In a matter of moments, his whole body went numb.

"Wha-?" the Doctor could only slur as his head lolled to the side.

"Distributing second dose."

A stream of yellow liquid rushed into his veins before he understood what was happening. His body temperature dropped lower than it had ever been in his life. Blood began dripping out of the Doctor's nose, running down his face and staining his suit front. His airways constructed so he couldn't breathe. His muscles convulsed in a seizure and he blacked out.

"Is that where it came from?" Banner asked, pointing at the guarded entrance.

"I'm willing to bet anything that that's where they're keeping him," Agent Romanoff muttered.

Fury nodded. "I'm sure you're right. We'll need a plan."

Steve glanced at the four Zyriuns keeping close eye on their surroundings. He quickly yet gently set Barton on the ground. "I'll be right back." He unhooked his shield from his back and chucked it far across the hallway. The vibranium reverberated within the space as it clunked into each of the aliens' heads. Steve caught his shield once again as it came barreling at him. He faced the group. "You coming?"

Exchanging glances, the three conscious agents ran towards the door. Natasha stuck the key in the lock and opened the door, startling the Zyriuns inside. They were quickly dispatched.

"Oh great. Another person to carry," Fury muttered, seeing the Doctor laying on the table, mouth slightly open, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. Natasha and Steve unstrapped him and were about to haul him off the table when he woke up with an abrupt start, his breathing heavy.

"Oh my! Can you walk?" Bruce asked.

"Oh, yeah, sure. . " the Doctor mumbled, his words slurred, "I can. Just. . give me a moment. Cardiac arrest, and all that." He waved a hand lazily in the air as he attempted to stand up. His legs immediately gave way from under him and Natasha swiftly caught him under his arms, legs sticking out awkwardly, long as they were.

The agent rolled her eyes. "This is quite the feeling of déjà-vu." She just dragged him over to where the others were.

"Well, guess that makes three," Fury sighed, hands on hips.

"We better get to the TARDIS, then," Steve said.

"Alright, there it is," Natasha announced as they saw the top of the blue spacecraft. The Doctor, still dragged by Romanoff, looked up.

"Lookin' good, beautiful!" the hallucinating Time Lord sighed, waving a hand at the box. He sunk back into his dream-like state.

"We have a key?" Fury asked. He glanced between the four of them. He got head shakes.

Natasha sighed and started rummaging around in the Doctor's pockets. "Holy moly, he has a ton of pocket space." She stuck out her tongue slightly as she searched. She pulled a small silver key out with an "aha!" It glinted in the sunlight. She tossed it to Bruce who unlocked the TARDIS and stepped inside. They followed.

Yay, Doctor whump! So much. Love it.
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That just got weird. Sorry.