The Beginning of the End

To be perfectly honest, Tony was terrified. He had faced some crazy things, terrorist organizations, crazy weapons developers, even fire welding mutants, but this took the cake. People controlling fire? That could be explained by science and a little math. Humans being basically immortal? Tony doubted that even Thor could explain that.

He had watched in horror as one of Natasha's bullets hit one of them in, what looked like, the heart. Instead of dropping down in pain, or in death, the man had just laughed, and kept on firing his weapon.

Tony literally tried everything from rockets to punching them with all the force he had. Nothing was working. Not even Thor, who had shown up screaming at them to run, to which he had regrettably ignored, could take them down, except for one, who was a burning pile of ashes at the moment.

"Stark, Thor!" Natasha yelled over the sound of gunfire, "We have to retreat! There are too many of them!"

That was an idea that even Tony could agree on, "Thor, grab Nat and get out of here! I'll get Charlie, and see if I can find the others before blasting this place to the ground!"

Natasha glared at Tony, uncertainty in her eyes, "Is that really the best course of action? These are, or were, SHIELD agents." She hesitated, firing a few more bullets from behind a wall, "That's a lot of lives Tony, do you really want that on your ledger?"

Instead of responding he kept to firing his repulsors. Yes, there were a lot of people in here, but if they got loose and started killing civilians...

Yes, lives would be lost, but in the long run, it might save hundreds more.

Tony stopped dead in his tracks, letting bullets bounce off his armor without even flinching. What the hell had he been thinking? The ominous "Council" had been willing to do the same thing to New York less than a year ago, and here he was willing to commit the same crime.

Sighing, Tony responded, "You're right, no point in killing even more than we have. Let's get out of here and try our best to contain them."

Nat turned to face Tony, worry etched onto her face, "Tony, I-" she was cut off as several bullets flew past her head.

"Stark!" Thor yelled, his hammer still swinging, "They have brought a new weapon out!"

Turning around, Tony caught sight of the weapon. Eyes widening, he dived towards Natasha and Charlie, desperately trying to get them out of the way. A rocket launcher going off in this small of a space would kill everyone, possibly even Thor.

Closing his eyes, he hunched over the two girls, praying with everything he had that the wall and armor would be enough to save their lives.

He waited. He waited for the inevitable death that was surely coming his way. At least he might be able to see Steve again, his parents, maybe even Yinsen.

It never came though. There was no explosion. No pain. No death. Slowly, he lifted his head from where it was buried in Nat's hair, and looked around. Thor was beside him, his hammer raised.

Cautiously, he looked down the hallway to his right. Fallen soldiers littered the ground, and in the middle of them, a man in a trench coat.

The Doctor had thought he had come to expect the unexpected. He was wrong. He had expected to see Clara, safe and sound. He had expected, maybe, there to be an army of men waiting for him. He had maybe even expected to see River. What he had not expected was to see a single man, standing in the middle of the second holding cell, obviously waiting for him.

The Doctor carefully studied the one eyed man. He was probably military, if his great posture, and at ease look indicated anything. Yet there seemed to be something off about him. Was it the eyepatch? Was it the vast amount of weapons on him?

Considering that this was the first person he had seen all day, and possibly the last, The Doctor had to get over his suspicions and talk to the man. He needed to find Clara.

The TARDIS hummed nervously behind him as he headed out. He stopped at the doors, and gently touched them, trying to reassure her that he'd be fine. He would be.

Without further hesitation, he whipped out his sonic screwdriver and marched into the cell, making sure to close the door behind him.

The two stood just over ten feet apart, staring at each other. The Doctor was scanning the man across from him. The man seemed to be study him.

"Welcome to SHIELD, Doctor," the man smiled a very fake smile at him, "My name is Saymon, and I think we can help each other."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at this, "How so? And where is Clara!"

Saymon tsked at The Doctor, waving his pointer finger slightly, "Don't you worry, Clara is in a safe, and secure location. In all honesty, it should be your safety you should worry about."

The Doctor tipped his head slightly, confused at his comment, "Why?" He asked Saymon, "I thought you said we could be mutually beneficial?"

"I did say that, didn't I," Saymon laughed, "Well, I benefit from just seeing you! You have your box, that weapon in your hand, and your soul of course! People would kill just to get a glimpse of it!"

"So how do I benefit from this exactly? And where is Clara!" The Doctor demanded.

Saymon let out another low laugh. Footsteps echoed around the room as Saymon began to circle around The Doctor. Each step was slow and deliberate, like a tiger stalking its prey.

A barely decipherable buzz came from The Doctor's sonic screwdriver, signaling that the scan had been complete. The coding was easy to read, but it sent shivers down his spine reading them. Species: Unknown.

"Like I said, Doctor, Clara is in a safe place," Saymon said, a smirk resting on his face.

The Doctor replied in a soft voice, "I have been traveling for hundreds of years, yet I have never come across something that looked so human, and had not been discovered by the Time Lords. I don't care at the moment who you are, but I do care that you're avoiding my question. Where is Clara?"

"I'm sorry Doctor, you're right. I have been avoiding your questions." His pacing stopped, "How do you benefit from this? Well, you no longer have to make decisions for yourself! From here on out, I'll get to control every move you make! Sound fair enough for you?"

The Doctor reeled back in shock. It was yet another thing he had not expected. This thing was trying to control him.

Using everything last ounce of telepathy he had with the TARDIS, he told her to find Clara once she was safe, and not to return to him until the danger had passed. Having him under someone else's control was dangerous enough. If they had the TARDIS as well, they would be unstoppable.

"Why bother telling me this then, why not just take control of me now?" The Doctor asked, trying to buy some time for the TARDIS to leave.

Another wicked laugh came out of Saymon's mouth, "I like my prey feeling absolute fear as I possess them." He said simply.

Eyes widening, The Doctor turned and ran as fast as he could towards the doors, hoping to get out before it was too late. It was like running through molasses though. His movements felt slow, and sluggish. He would never make it in time.

He turned his head just as black smoke poured out of Saymon's mouth, and headed towards his own. He tried to cover his face, tried to keep the smoke at bay, but everything was too slow.

The last thing he heard before Saymon completely took over was the reassuring wheezing sound that signaled that the TARDIS was leaving him behind.

Kevin was tired. He was tired of having half of Hell on his tail at all times. He was tired of fighting monster that should really only be in myths. He was tired of fearing for his life.

At this exact moment though, he was just tired of staying awake. It felt like he hadn't slept in days. He couldn't go to sleep, no matter how much he wanted too, not yet.

He was sitting against a very crushed car. To the right of him Sam was laying on the ground, his head resting against a jacket the bow and arrow guy had found for him. Kevin was worried about him. He figured the drugs should have worn off by then, yet he was still asleep.

On his left, Dean was laying on his shoulder, in a very fitful sleep. It had taken Kevin far too long to convince Dean that he needed to rest and that he could watch over them himself. Dean had fallen asleep sitting up, but had slowly leaned in till he was asleep on his shoulder.

The last person he was watching over was a girl. He hadn't caught her name, but she seemed ok, maybe? The arrow guy, which Kevin hadn't caught his name either, had asked him to watch over her. He couldn't say no. Her head had ended up at the bottom of his legs.

He couldn't afford to fall asleep. There wasn't just his life at risk, but three others too! He would not fall asleep!

In a desperate attempt to follow his plan, he focused his attention on arrow guy, and Bruce, the guy that could turn into a giant green monster. At this point, Kevin wasn't even that surprised.

The two were wondering around the parking lot, trying to find a vehicle that could fit everyone, and could be hot wired. Every once and a while they would glance his way. Obviously they were talking about them, and probably the stunt he pulled with the exorcism.

"Hey Kevin!" Archer guy called from across the parking lot, "Pack up, we found a vehicle! We'll come around and grab you, ok?" Kevin didn't bother responding, they were going to come around whether he liked it or not.

A few minutes later a bright red mini van pulled up in front of him. Kevin raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother saying anything about the lack of style.

Between the three of them, Bruce, Kevin, and Clint, who had finally introduced himself, managed to get the still very unconscious people into the back of the vehicle. Dean didn't even stir when he was moved, which was odd. He usually woke up at the slightest noise. After that Kevin made sure to watch his friends chest, making sure it was still moving.

Clint slowly turned the van around, and headed towards the nearest exit. No one talked. In fact, the only sound sound was Dean's labored breathing.

"Clint, I think we need to phone the others, make sure they're alright." Bruce said softly, staring out the window.

The archer didn't say anything, instead he grabbed his phone, and without taking his eyes off the road, he dialed a number.

His hands began to tap against the wheel impatiently as the the ringing continued, "Come on Nat, pick up!"

Charlie woke up beyond confused. She was in an unfamiliar building, with people she definitely did not know surrounding her. A man with long blond hair was wielding a hammer to her right, a woman with red hair had two loaded guns pointed in front of her to her left, and a person wearing a metal suit directly in front of her.

They all looked sort of familiar, but she was sure she hadn't met them before. Maybe they had passed each other in the streets or. . . Holy crap. They were the freaking Avengers!

Wait, if the Avengers were in front of her, what happened that she ended up here? She had gone to Kansas to, to meet up with the Winchester!

This was their fault, she knew it! They had been killing things for years, it had already gained the attention of the police, the FBI, and probably the CIA, so why not the Avengers? She was so going to smack them when she got a hold of them!

Slowly, she turned herself over, and pushed herself up onto her arms, her muscles screaming in protest. No one seemed to notice her movement.

Charlie looked at the three people around her. They were tense. All of them had their weapons pointed at something down the hall. Turning slowly, she looked down the hallway, just catching a glimpse of a familiar trenchcoat.

"Cas!" she said, her voice sounding raw.

Instantly, the weapons went from Cas to her. Quickly, she threw her hands in in the air, nearly toppling over in the process.

"I come in peace?" Charlie whispered, too terrified to say anything else.

Cas appeared behind the God of Golden Hair, and pushed him out of his way.

"Charlie," Castiel said, kneeling down next to her, ignoring the weapons pointed at him, "Are you ok?"

Looking at the gun pointed at them, she responded, "I have a gun pointed at my head, in a building I have never been to, with both Winchester's and Kevin MIA! I am just peachy!"

"No you're not," Cas said, tilting his head, "Please put your weapons away. It's not helping anyone."

"I'll put my weapon down when you tell us what is going on," The Black Widow countered.

"It's obvious isn't it? The demons wanted Kevin."

"And why did they want Kevin? How'd you take these 'demons' out?"

"He's the prophet. By using an exorcism."

Natasha looked at Tony, an eyebrow raised, "What's so special about a prophet?"

"Can we please talk about this later," Charlie pitched in, ignoring the angry stares," If the demons are after Kevin, I doubt this is all of them."

"I'm going to agree with Red over here, we need to get out now," Tony agreed, "We can swap stories later."

"Don't even try to leave," Natasha declared, gesturing to her guns.

Nodding his head, Cas gently helped Charlie to her feet, letting her lean against him. He didn't want to go with them. They did not understand what was at stake if any of them got caught. But, it was the only way he'd find his friends.

Thor and Natasha walked behind Cas and Charlie, hands on their weapons. Tony lead them out of the base, using the schematics that JARVIS sent him.

"Clint called," Natasha said offhandedly.

Putting the phone to her ear, she listened to the message, "Hey Nat, it's your favorite archer!" a slight pause, "Listen, some seriously kooky stuff went down, and we are heading to our safe house Toronto for some downtime. We'll be there in about forty-eight hours. Call me if you need anything."

Without hesitating, Natasha threw her phone to the floor and smashed it with her foot.

"I'm guessing we're going to Toronto?" Charlie asked.

Natasha looked at her, and replied with a simple no.

"Wait a second," Tony started, "Clint said..."

Rolling her eyes, Natasha cut him off, "In one of our missions in Israel, our phones were bugged. Clint and I had gotten separated, our safe house had been compromised, the only way to contact each other had been through our phones. We had to risk it. The terrorist group found us there. We destroyed half the international airport before we could take them down."

"Lady Romanoff, is their a point to this story?" Thor asked curiously.

"I was getting to that Thor. After that we came up with a code words. Kooky means that there is a good chance that our phones are bugged," she glanced at the two people in front of her, deciding whether or not to continue, " and anything after kooky is coded. Call me if you need anything means destroy your phone asap. Toronto is the codename for The Avengers Tower."

"So that means. . ." Tony started.

"Ya Tony, we're going home."

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All that's left is the epilogue! After I edit all the chapters I shall release the it!

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