(This chapter takes place just after Clint's POV in the last chapter)

Run

"Pick up, Pick up, pick up!" a voice whispered not far from Clara's ear. "Hi Clint this is Bruce again. Please pick up your phone and explain to me what is going on!" the sound of a phone hanging up followed.

Clara didn't move a muscle. Fear ran through her veins, making her feel almost paralyzed. She didn't recognize the voice that was so close to her ear, and the name Clint struck fear too, it was one of her kidnappers names.

That's when she realized what happened, she had been kidnapped. Kidnapped right out of the school. She was kidnapped by humans. That terrified her more than anything, she was kidnapped by her own kind, people she was suppose to trust.

Clara had to find out where she was. She had too. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would be able to find a telephone and be able to contact the Doctor. So, slowly, Clara opened her eyes a crack.

She was in a grey hallway, pretty much top to bottom. It seemed almost like a military base, though she prayed it wasn't. That is when Clara realized that she in someone's arms, her head against someone chest. An arm was looped under her knees and around the middle of her back.

Clara closed her eyes again, hoping that this was just some twisted dream. She felt the man holding her move his arm, most likely reaching to grab his phone, proving this wasn't a dream. The sounds of another number being dialed came from the phone again, this time even closer to her ear. There was more movement, other than the steady walking one, that came from 'Bruce' putting the phone back to his ear.

"Please, please, please pick up!" Bruce mumbled under his breath, "Maria! Hi! It's Bruce calling and I was just wondering if Thor was here?" there was incoherent string of words coming from the phone before Bruce replied with "He is? That's great! Can you send him down to my lab, he knows where it is so he doesn't need an escort. Thanks so much Maria!"

Thor? What kind of name was that? It sounded familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on where she heard it from. Maybe it was some executioner getting ready to kill her, or ready to get information on her about The Doctor. She hoped and hoped that maybe he was bases electrician or something, but that was unlikely. It was more likely that she was going to die today.

Clara did something in that moment she knew she would regret. She was scared though. She had just been kidnapped, she was in some strange building, with someone stranger holding her, with some new stranger possibly coming to kill her. Clara did what anyone would have done, she swung her fist, hitting the man in the jaw.

Almost instantly he dropped her, leaving her to hit the cold, hard floor. The man, Bruce by the sounds of the phone call, was holding the place where her fist had hit his jaw. He was visibly shaking, looking angry and confused at the same time.

Clara took this moment to book it, not bothering to look back to see if he was ok. She knew she wouldn't make it very far. She was still in her dress, with no shoes, and her legs were shaking terribly. Still she ran using the wall as support. Clara rounded what felt like dozens of corners, praying that there was no one around any corners. Sadly though, luck never lasts for long.

Rounding what felt like the hundredth corner, Clara, still running, slammed into something, knocking her off balance. Arms grabbed her, stopping her from dropping to the floor.

"I am very sorry!" a deep male voice apologized. The man had long blond hair and had some serious muscle.

"Please just let me go!" Clara tried to shout, but it only came out as a whisper.

The man opened his mouth to reply, his arms still wrapped, till Bruce came around the corner, nearly hitting them as well.

"Thor!" he smiled kindly at the man with the blond hair before turning to Clara, his smile fading, "Clara, please just listen before running off again, I can explain everything, you just need to give me some time!"

Thor seemed confused, not that he shouldn't be. He also didn't seem to be noticing Clara struggling in his arms, desperate to be free.

"No! Please just let me go!" Clara tried again, her voice louder than last time. She was now trapped with the man that would possibly be killing her. This was Thor, the man with what looked like armour on and with nicer hair than she had, "Please I just want to go home."

"Clara, you have to listen to me. You're in danger. I'm trying to get you out of here, and I'm asking that you trust me. Just for a little while, you can't get out of here on your own, and you know that. Myself and Thor will get you and a few others out so that you're all safe. From there you can phone your friend and get a lift home. Ok?"

Clara stopped struggling against Thor's grip, looking at Bruce.

"Why should I trust you? You kidnapped me!" Clara stated.

"Like I said, I'm your only hope of getting out of here."

Clara didn't respond right away, obviously thinking. She didn't have much choice but to trust Bruce. It was becoming more and more obvious that this was a military base of some sort. With that in mind her chances of escape lessened and the more likely the chances of her death rose.

"Ok," Clara decided, her voice a lot smaller than she hoped it would be.

Bruce looked surprised at her agreement, and instantly told Thor to let go of her. Clara didn't run. She could have, but it would have been pointless.

"Thor I need you to go down to holding cell two and get the two people that are in there, but no one must know what you are doing. If you see anyone, hide and dont get caught. I'll meet you back here and I'll take you out to the parking lot." Bruce gave Thor the route to the cell, sending him after whoever the two boys were

Bruce turned to Clara giving her a small smile, "I'm Bruce Banner by the way, and that was Thor Odinson."

Clara nodded her head, feeling exhausted for some reason. She let Bruce gently push her forward. They walked in silence, the sound of their footsteps the only sound.

"We just need to go a little farther," Bruce muttered under his breath. At the end of the hallway was a door with the word 'EXIT' over top. The two kept walking, pushing right through it.

It led into a bright parking lot, the sun warming the cars. It looked like any normal parking lot, and looking behind her the building looking the same. It looked like a normal office building.

"Where am I?" Clara asked Bruce, stifling a yawn.

"Washington," he replied simply.

Clara didn't say anything, but on the inside she was screaming. She was an ocean away from home without The Doctor. She didn't even have any money.

The two stopped in front of a silver car. Bruce got out a set of keys, unlocking it. He opened the back door gesturing her to get in.

"I need to go find Thor and get a few things. I'll be back, just duck down if you see anyone, ok?"

"Ok," Clara replied, hoping he really would come back.

Bruce smiled one last time before closing the door and heeded back towards the building. Clara watched as he took back his shoe that was holding the door open. She waited, and waited for Bruce or Thor to return, but they never returned.

All hopes broke when an alarm sounded, loud enough for her to hear outside the building. A bright red light lit up above the door. The sound kept going, and the red light stayed lit.

Nothing happened, not for what felt like hours. Then, the top of the building exploded, spraying the ground with with large pieces debris and crushing the car Clara was in. The last thing she remembered seeing was a bloody leg and a large green hand lifting the debris off of the car.

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