Hey peeps, I'm sorry this took a really long time, I'm in Chicago, and I've been busy, and I've been really working on trying to finish up my Hawkeye and Black Widow story. So here is this chapter, I didn't have time to spell check it, and I needed to post this, cause you guys have waited long enough, so sorry, but I hope you enjoy.

Clint's face still stung after the miner slapped him. It didn't feel any better when he had another superhero fussing all over him. This feels like Natasha after a mission, Clint thought, thinking back to the times Natasha acted like a mother when he got hurt.

"You do not sass the bad guys! Dash, how many times have I had this conversation with you and Vi?" Helen said, turning to her youngest son, who was tied up next to her.

"A lot." Dash said quietly, not really wanted to get involved as his mom was yelling at a grown man.

"A lot. Because when you sass the bad guys, something happens, and you get hurt, or the bad guys can get angrier, causing more stress for everyone!" Helen ranted, running out of breath.

"Are you done? 'Cause I already said I was sorry." Clint sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Now, if everyone could be quiet for a moment, I'm trying to cut the rope." Clint had taken the knife he kept in his boot, and started sawing against the ropes.

Without Clint noticing, the other started to slowly get out of their own bonds. Thor summoned Mjölnir, who the guards had foolishly left in the same room, and burned the ropes with a little bit of electricity that was still humming around the hammer. Mrs. Incredible made her arms really thin, almost flat, and the ropes just slid off. Frozone covered the ropes in ice, which made it easy to snap the frozen rope. Dash pulled a move he saw off the TV at his house, vibrating his wrists at super speeds, causing the rope to burn and smoke, and falling off his wrists black with orange sparks.

"Got it!" Clint shouted, standing up, flipping the knife around in his hand. "Ok, who's next-" He started to say, until he saw the rest of the captured heroes standing around him.

"Well, I guess you guys got it. Ok then." Clint said, slightly embarrassed.

Dash smiled and muttered under his breath. "Slowpoke."

Clint turned and face Dash. "I heard that you little punk," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I still have my hearing aids, so I can hear you loud and clear." He sprinted forward, grabbing Dash just as he started to run away. He held Dash above his head, spinning him around, as Dash laughed.

"Ok, everyone just needs to take a chill pill, maybe two." Frozone said. "We need to find a way out of here."

Clint walked around the edges of the room, running his hand around the corners, feeling for spots that weren't supposed to be there. When he reached the southwest corner of the room, there was a small bump. He peeled behind the wallpaper, and revealed a small camera. "They've got eyes on us." He looked closer into the camera. "I'm gonna guess audio too."

Thor walked up to the door, shaking the handle first. "Clint, the door is locked." Thor stated simply.

"Ok, buddy, you have the hammer, knock it down." Clint said over his shoulder, while he was still messing with the camera. "Does anyone have duct tape on them?" He asked, but got a bunch of no's. Groaning, he turned back to the camera, muttering under his breath. He looked around the room, after finding the camera can't be turned off from inside the room, to find anything that could block out the camera.

Booyeah! Clint thought, as he saw his bow and quiver sitting in the corner. He ran over and grabbed that, pressing a couple of buttons, and an arrow shot out of his quiver into his hand. He placed the quiver on his back, and slung his bow with it, and took the arrow and stabbed it into the camera. Instead of breaking the camera, a thick black putty cover the screen, blocking the heroes from view and jamming the audio too.

"Ok, there's no camera, we're good." Clint called out, and the rest of the group just nodded, off doing there own thing. Thor was banging his hammer against the door, Lucius was freezing the hinges, try to make them fall off. Helen wrapped her arms around the door, and pulled. With the combined strength of all of them, the door was pulled off the hinges.

"Yes! We're out!" Dash yelled, pumping his fist in the air. They ran down the the hallway, but the Underminer jumped from ceiling and stood in their way. The hero's skidded to a stop, and the tiny little Underminer smiled.

"Now where do you think you're going? Hmm? As you can see there are now two obstacles blocking your way. The other door," He stepped to the side to reveal another door, thicker and bigger than the other. "And me." He pointed at himself.

Clint started to snicker, which started to become a full blown laugh. The Underminer glared at Clint, who completely ignored him and continued to laugh. "Y-you think you have any pull on us?" Clint said between his laughter. He sucked in a couple deep breath before talking again. "Thor here can squish you like a bug in a matter of seconds with his hammer of his, Frozone can turn you into a Popsicle, Dash can knock you out without you even seeing it coming. Mrs. Incredible can smack the living daylight out of you from a block away. I'm the weakest part of the group, I don't even have powers, but one arrow can knock down for the count."

The Underminer smiled. "Well, even so, you still have to get through the door."

"Easy," Dash said, joining the conversation. "We'll knock it down just like we did with the last one." Mrs. Incredible looked at her son and smiled, pulling him to her side, and whispering something to him, that even Clint with enhanced hearing aids couldn't hear.

The Underminer rubbed his chin. "I guess that would work. I mean, if you were alive by then. Well, good luck!" He started to turn away.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Frozone asked, jumping forward.

"Well, a very dangerous gas is about to fill this room, deadly enough to kill everyone here," the Underminer looked at Thor, "even gods. Even if you did manage to get the door open, there would be a small room, then dirt. Pounds and pounds of dirt." The Underminer chuckled a little bit. "We are underneath the Empire State Building, any seismic activity or force will surely bring the entire building down. I gave your friends a choice. To save their worthless little team, or disable a bomb with enough power to level New York City. Unfortunately, though, I gave them two hours to either find you or the bomb. You only have one hour until the gas kills you." The Underminer laughed again as he disappeared through the hole in the ceiling. "Good bye!" Was the last thing the heroes heard before a hissing sound filled their ears and pale yellow gas started to fill the room.

Instantly, the group started to cough. "Cover you mouth and nose with your shirt!" Mrs. Incredible yelled, and everyone copied her example.

"We need to find a way out of here!" Frozone shouted over the hissing. The gas was heavy, and it started to cover the floor, reaching up to their ankles.

"I say I call lighting and blow the box apart!" Thor said loudly, his voice slightly muffled by his cape.

Clint rolled his eyes. "Thor, buddy, we've been over this. You can't do that, you'll knock over the Empire State Building."

"Well, what are we gonna do?" Dash asked, eyes wide and looking around fearfully. He never thought he'd die in a box underground.

"Why don't we try digging out?"

"We don't have the tools. What are we going to do about the gas?"

"Maybe Thor can vaporize it or something?"

"YES!"

"No, Thor, dude, we don't know if it's flammable. I'd rather try to get out alive that be cooked alive."

All the voices started overlapping one another, one desperate to get their idea heard. Soon they were all screaming at each other. The gas was now up to their knees, and they were coughing more often than not.

Mrs. Incredible had had enough. She removed her shirt from her mouth for a moment, held her fingers to her lips and blew, hard. A sharp whistle cut through the room, and everyone went quiet, instantly. "Guys! We need a way out of here. Check everywhere, the floor, corners."

Everyone started searching, but they couldn't find anything. Fifteen minutes later, Dash started coughing loudly, put his hand on his knees, and sucked in deep breaths.

"Dash! Are you alright?" His mom asked worried. Dash was about to answer when he sucked in a deep breath and started choking, falling forward.

"DASH!"

Oh no, poor Dash. I am working on the next chapter, and as fast as I can, so give me a little bit. Please please review, this story has the most, but it would be awesome if it could have more! ;)