The instant the doors opened, Clint wished he had thought it through a bit more, but then gallons of water came knocking him off his feet and his highest priority became keeping his head above the mass and finding his friends. His back slammed into a wall, sparks of pain radiating up from the point of contact where the force of the water flow kept him pinned. He stayed like that for several minutes awaiting the moment when the water seemed to relax and the power lessened enough for Clint to shove away from the wall and search the rest of the room with his eyes, looking for a bright pop of red or a dark shadow of brown.

"There!" said Clint, wading through the waist deep receding water towards Tony, who was shaking against a wall but alive and breathing. "Tony! Where's Emmy?"

When the billionaire didn't respond Clint took a closer look at him, noting the blown pupils, sharp breathes, and tremors all before he saw the glassy sheen to his unseeing eyes and he realized that Tony was in the middle of a flashback. And as much as it hurt him to leave the man to suffer through his memories, he couldn't take the time to pull him out of it while Emmy was still missing. And looking out around the calmed water slowly seeping out of the room was when it hit Clint.

Emmy wasn't above the water.

-Winging It-

Natasha had just dealt with the final assailant on this level, leaving it clear for them to search, when alarms began to blare. They sounded nothing like the alarms Steve was used to at home. These were harsh and grating and getting on his nerves – or perhaps he was just finished with the entire ordeal and wanting his family back and that made him over react. Either way, the alarms didn't sound good.

"That will be Clint," said Natasha, her face tight.

"What do you mean?" said Steve, following the woman as she rushed out the door and into a stairwell. "It's an alarm, you can't know its Clint."

"Cap, it's a fire alarm," said Natasha reasonably, allowing Steve's slip in recognition because of the stress he was under. "Years ago, when Clint and I were on a mission and had to split up, we agreed that if things got bad, like Budapest bad, then we would pull the fire alarm and get to the other to get out."

"So Clint's in trouble?"

"No. We'd never pull the alarm for ourselves. Man, we really need to tell you guys about Budapest sometime. No, he pulled it because someone else is in deep trouble."

"Tony. Emmy."

Natasha nodded grimly and allowed Steve to take the lead in his rush to get to the bottom where Clint's tracker indicated he was.

As Steve ran, he couldn't help the thought flashing through his mind of the vows Tony and he had made at their wedding.

"I promise to always protect you," said Steve, looking into Tony's eyes as the rest of the crowd seemed to fade away in that moment, leaving just the two of them in their own world. "Even though you don't need it. I promise to love you even when you think you don't deserve it. And I promise to always come for you, no matter what, I will always be there for you."

"The moment you asked me out, I knew it would go one of two ways because it was us," said Tony, beginning his own vows, his hands tightly clasped in Steve's but that didn't stop the trembling. "We would either be together until the end of time and space or we would go down in flames, probably literally, because you fall fast and I fall hard and neither of us give up easily. And I'm a flight risk, I know that, so the only vow I have to offer you is this: I promise that I will never give up on us in any way, shape, or form."

"We're putting those vows to the test right now," growled Steve, barreling through the final door shoulder first and right into a room with water up to his knees.

The first thing he saw was Tony, crouched on the ground, shaking and in the midst of a flashback. Steve didn't even pause as he sprinted to his husband and gathered the smaller man into his arms, sitting on the water and rocking them both slowly, whispered words of assurance and encouragement into Tony's ear the entire time, even as the man squirmed in his grasp.

"Clint," said Natasha, running to the other side of the room where Clint stood.

"She's not breathing," hissed Clint, continuing to perform CPR on an unresponsive Emmy, which was proving difficult because he had to stand while doing it.

"Get on all fours," ordered Natasha, not wasting any time and scooping the child into her own arms, alarmed at how cold she was. "Hold still, I'm going to lay her on your back."

It was an uncomfortable configuration with Natasha on her knees and Clint thrusting his chin out to be above the water, but it served its purpose as Natasha began to perform proper CPR on their niece.

"Come on, come on, come on," growled Natasha, pumping Emmy's chest with firm fingers. "You've got this Emmy. You're a fighter. Come back to us, come on."

Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump.

"You just got a family," hissed Natasha. "Don't you dare give us up. Come on, Emmy. Breathe dammit!"

Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump.

Cough.

"Yes!"

As Emmy began to cough up water, Natasha turned her on her side, gently patting and rubbing her back to help get the water out.

"There you go," said Natasha. "That's it, good girl."

When the coughs turned to shuddering breaths, Natasha gathered Emmy into her arms and rocked the girl slightly as Clint righted himself, leaning in to check the youngest of their family over himself.

"You gave us a fright, Emmy," admitted Clint softly, brushing wet strands of hair out of her face.

Emmy blinked up at him hazily, her head resting on Natasha's shoulder, all energy seemingly gone.

"Clint, you take her," said Natasha, handing Emmy over to the archer. "That alarm will have notified everyone else that we're here. It's only a matter of time before they reach this room. We need to be long gone by then."

"Service stairs at near Steve and Tony," said Clint, nodding in the direction of the other Avengers. "Let's go. You take point."

Natasha nodded and ran over to explain to Steve what the plan was. The super soldier nodded and stood up, cradling a coherent but very ill Iron Man in his arms bridal style and following Natasha into the cramped stairwell. It was more flights up their Clint cared to count but somewhere after the second flight but before the seventh, Emmy fell asleep in his arms, mirroring her daddy in front of them.

*Still no internet. Sorry for the wait but here is a new chapter.

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