Day 16 – Beads
"Anyone got a fan?" Clint asked over the comms, beads of sweat sliding down his face. He was camped on a rooftop in Latveria, keeping an eye on a penthouse suite where Doctor Doom was reportedly lurking.
"I can reach out to Thor, see if he can start a thunderstorm," Bucky suggested.
"If Doom doesn't show up soon, I'll take you up on it." Clint huffed. "How many times have we tried to catch this idiot? I swear he's got to be the villain we've hunted the most."
"My vote's for the Wrecking Crew," Steve said from his position a few blocks away.
"Don't forget about the Ten Rings," Tony added.
"AIM," Nat commented.
"Ross," Bruce growled.
"Fine, fine. I get it. Hold on." Clint took a deep breath, focused on the target, and let the arrow fly, striking the alarm panel in Doom's apartment. "You're up, Cap." As Clint began to climb down the ladder on the side of the building, Thor's aforementioned storm struck, pelting him with large raindrops and making the metal ladder slick. His hand slipped, and he started falling. As he started to call out for help, he felt two arms, one metal, and one flesh, catch him.
"Falling for me, Barton?"
Clint put his head in his hand and groaned. "What is it with us and bad pickup lines?"
"Because they work?"
"Good point. Now, my hero, take me away." Bucky marched off carrying Clint, leaving the rest of the team to handle Doctor Doom, hopefully once and for all.