Well, a bit faster this time, but I'm still not happy. Also, this chapter is too short to really qualify as something you guys deserve. Random fact to come later.

Chapter 9: Of Fixing and… Soft Spots

Clint was, admittedly, apprehensive as he ran after Bruce, towards a section of the trap that looked like a miniature loading crane seemingly made up of snooker cues that Tony had procured from God knows where. A tangle of poles crisscrossed in front of the contraption, along with a few sinister looking hooks that Clint did not want to get tangled up with. Fury had, thankfully, shifted his focus to Thor, who now appeared to be aiming for a more… central… region. He was actually making Fury dance, swiping at every opportunity he spotted, while Fury did a weird waltz, still managing to squeeze off shots. How he could have remained in this less-than-rational state for so long, Clint did not know. As they finally reached the crane, Bruce did not waste a second in pulling out some hex bolts that they hadn't been able to find proper holes for. The whole mess of poles wobbled ominously, precariously held together as it was.

"Uuuhhh… Bruce? You sure that's safe?"

Bruce quirked an eyebrow, obviously enjoying Clint's discomfort, "Of course not."

And the poles toppled, hitting the floor centimeters from their toes. The resounding crash attracted everyone's attention. Steve paused in his army crawl towards to line of dominoes. Tony stopped jabbing at the robotic arms. Natasha looked mid-jump, and had to somersault off the sofa cushion. Thor, however, continued his assault, undeterred. Fury's attention was also attracted. Normally, this would be a bad thing, but in this case, it provided just the distraction Thor needed. A hollow cuboid of plastic sank into a soft spot of Fury's anatomy. Somehow, Clint's brain quickly registered the following act as something that needed to be seen in slow motion, and so watch it in slow motion he did. Fury's eyes widened slightly. Then the pain reached his brain. He buckled instantly, hands flashing to said soft spot. He collapsed onto the floor, gun discarded, twisting around on his back. But they all knew Fury recovered quickly from pain. Natasha dove for his jacket, hands flashing into each pocket in his coat like lightning, and slipping the hard-disk out of one, as slick as water. Steve crawled like crazy towards the dominoes, taking advantage of the pause in the shooting. Tony pretty much attacked the screws, tightening and screwing like it was the end of the world.

Clint blinked, "Was that really necessary?"

But Bruce was too busy to answer. He reached for a polymer rope, "Here, Clint, grab this rope. I'll get that one and we'll bridge the gap."

"Okay."

Bruce reached for the other rope, and in seconds, they had the two ropes strongly knotted together. The contraption would now move smoothly from the previous part of the trap into the next. Fury was already coming around; he had the look in his eyes that said, '…'. That look couldn't be described – too terrifying. The suit finally formed around Tony with a huge grinding noise. Steve jumped for and kick-started the dominoes. Fury was already getting shakily to his feet, eyes darting around for his gun. Tony flew over to him, looking for all the world like a kid in an iron man toy costume, well, except that he was… flying, of course. He alighted behind Fury, who was just a few steps off the optimum positioning for the trap. Steve rushed over; Thor was already there. The three of them pushed against his back, using all the strength they had. Fury, surprised, took the two steps necessary. All of them dove for cover. And then a hook descended on Fury, grabbed him by the scruff of the coat, and hauled him off bodily towards step two of the trap.

Sorry for the shortness.