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My dear ELOSHAZZY! This one will be something, that's all I'll say right now!

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Disclaimer; Tony: *Looks around* I don't know where she is, to be honest. I think she's given up. So.. *Holds up que card* Ahem.. Miss StumpyTPDimples doesn't own us.. I own us, obviously! She doesn't even own this story idea, so I don't think she'll be showing up anytime soon to do these!

"Just saying, Widow!"

"Well don't just say!"

Clint smirked slightly at the exchange over the comms, easily taking out two troops with arrows while listening to the little fight.

"Play nice, kids." Steve's voice came through, just as Barton slid to the floor to avoid a blow from another soldier. He slid enough to find his way behind him, so he jumped up and snapped his neck. Not enough to break and kill him, just enough to knock him out for a while. Hawkeye never liked killing unless it was roughly 253% necessary in a mission brief.

They hadn't reached their target just yet, this was just his army. Sent to take them out.

Once the five guys in his area were well and truly dealt with, he continued running down the halls of the castle.

Yep. You heard right.

Castle.

What sort of arms dealer would hide out in such a blatant and obvious place, you wonder? What international drug mule or hardened criminal would have enough resources to live in such a place, you ask?

None.

This guy was worse than every arms and drugs dealer combined.

During their time with SHIELD, Clint and Natasha were sent a record number of times to take him out. If the notorious Hawkeye and Black Widow couldn't take him out with numerous attempts, then that should show how bad he actually was!

If they got to him, he'd be dead in a second. But the bastard controlled an army, literally. So for the two assassins, it was a little tricky and they'd usually end up having to pull out of the mission before they even had a chance to get close to him.

Now though? Well, now, they had an army of their own!

"Coming through Legolas!" Clint heard as the ever lovely Iron Man flew over his head, taking out three guys Clint had arrows aimed at.

"Come on Stark! Now my count is going to suck! They were my men!" Barton growled through the comms, repositioning his arrows in the quiver as he chased after the suited up billionaire.

"Well, that was already going to happen." Stark replied calmly, and he could just hear the smirk in his voice! "I got first whack at Doom."

"Like hell you do!" Natasha yelled over the comms, giving Clint a smirk.

Literally beat him with that reply by a second!

Victor Von Doom.

Doctor Doom.

Sometimes, just Doom.

Really depends on what mood he's in, depends on who you are, depends on if he wants to be a smart little shit and correct you for just the joy of correcting someone. Never really know what to call him until you're up close and personal and actually acknowledge him!

"Hawkeye has to take the shot!" Widow said a little more calmly, the scoff Stark gave made it seem like it was just a vanity thing making Clint have to take the shot. That wasn't true, but Natasha's next sentence didn't really dispute it! "We've been hunting him for years!"

Probably sounded like a 'He gets the shot because we've been hunting him longer and want him dead more!' kind of comment, but really, it was just her letting them know that Strike Team Delta knew how to take him out and how he had to be taken out. Hawkeye had to take the shot. Simple as that.

Doom was technically a diplomat. A bullshit diplomat, a horrible one with plans of world domination and destruction at the same time, but a diplomat nonetheless.

So, the kill couldn't be traced back to the U.S. or to SHIELD. Clint's disintegrating arrows made that easy. A clean shot through the head and the iron in the blood would eat away at the arrow in no time flat.

"Tell ya what kid." Stark started through the comms, Clint could hear some explosions through it too as he ran through the obviously Iron Man cleared hall ways. "I'm currently trying to blow in Doom's door. Get here before then and you can take the shot."

"Are you mad!?" Clint yelled with wide eyes, picking up his pace to try get to Tony before he did something that would endanger the lot of them, not just his selfish ass.

"Jury's out." Stark simply sound of crashing metal then followed which meant Barton had to get his ass in gear!

"You close, Hawk?" Natasha's frantic voice came through his ears. He had a feeling she was just as gob-smacked at how Stark was handling this. Cockiness would get them all killed!

They briefed the team so many times before this mission. They said how carefully they had to approach, how Doom always had five moves and a billion trump cards on those attacking him.

One trap during their first round of attacking left Clint being set on fire like a human torch. Burns danced along his arms and torso for easily 10 minutes before Natasha finally got to him, earning a nice long stay in intensive care for two months. He still had the scars from that horrible day.

The worst past about it was they couldn't issue an arrest warrant for the archer's attacker. They couldn't go after Doom, couldn't report him other than to Fury who ordered the mission. They weren't supposed to be there, so they couldn't report it and have him on an official kill list.

Doom adapts. That's the problem.

He's one of the smartest people in the world, easily on par with, if not surpassing, the great Tony Stark. Even if he didn't know the Avengers were coming, he was smart enough to have plans devised for the eventuality they'd grace his doorstep.

"No one's home." Stark said through a thoughtful hum, just as Clint turned the corner and into the hallway with Doom's office at the end.

"Get out of there, Tony!" Clint yelled, trying his best to get to the opening before what happened to him happens to Tony too.

He wasn't quick enough though.

Before he was even nearly there a heavy metal door fell in the place previously occupied by the door Stark blew off the hinges.

He didn't even try get in touch with Tony. He knew from past experience that communication in and out of that room was impossible.

Dammit Stark!

"Tash. He's caught." Clint simply said down the line, knowing it'd be explanation enough for her. Not for Steve though.

"Captured?" Rogers voice asked, sounding strained over the comms. He must still be fighting.

"Yeeeup." Clint nodded, popping the 'p' at the end of the word out of annoyance.

Had Stark just listened to Clint, then he wouldn't have to mount a god damn rescue mission right now! He studied this place enough times to know the only way into the secure room bar the main door were very cramped, tight, dark old vents that fed fresh air into the place. He hated them more than anything else in the world - which is why he refused to use them during this attack!

That and the last time he tried to get to Doom using the vents, just as he was about to send an arrow through his skill, the guy pressed something that made the vents squeeze the life out of the archer, breaking nearly all his ribs in the process.

This time, he hopefully won't expect them to use the system. So he might be able to avoid that particular trap!

"I'll make sure to get some fancy soap for you." Natasha said over the comms with the hint of a chuckle to her voice. She knew how horrible he was after these vents, how grimy he came out of them. He never smelled right for over a week after climbing through them!

"You're more than welcome to do this for me, Widow.." Barton replied quietly, slinging his bow over his back as he popped open the vents cover.

"Next time, Hawk. Promise. Now, on your back!"

"Funny. That's what I was gonna say to you when home." He smirked, knowing how much jokes like that annoyed her while on missions, especially when even Steve gives a little chuckle at it - kinda like the one he gave now!

He obeyed though, shimmying his way into the vent on his back after adjusting his bow and quiver to his front. It was the only way to move through them, using your legs to push you along on you back, simply because the space was too tight to comfortably army crawl on your front without scratching yourself up entirely.

"Aaaaaaand comms are gone.." He sighed to himself halfway through the vents, after hearing the horrible 'zap' sound in his ear that meant communication with the outside was no longer a possibility. He let out a curse and swung upwards to punch the top of the vent, continuing on with his little shimmy game then to try reach the main room as quick as he could.

He counted off the meters travelled in his head as he went, the only way to guess when he'd be over the main room since there weren't really signs posted in the shaft!

When he got over it, he was a mess. The humid air in the place had his sweating like no man, and it made it near impossible to breathe. He'd been under worse conditions before though, so he simply reached his hands over to the side and ripped out the panel, just enough to see into the space before he went rushing in.

A scan of the floor below revealed the Iron Man suit, with no doubt Tony Stark still inside, lying motionless on the floor. The room, being Doom's main office, was rather large. Pillars lined the walls, with no real purpose other than ascetics. A quick try of his comms to contact the billionaire proved useless, so it was most likely a electric pulse that rendered the mechanical suit just about as much use as a paper weight right now.

His trained eyes couldn't pick up anyone else though. This was the only chance he'd get so he leapt down from the vent, slung his bow and arrows back in their proper place, and sprinting across to where Tony was lying.

"You with me?" He asked in a whisper when he was kneeling over the iron suit, just to see if the blast knocked Tony out of not.

"I'm doing fine, Robin Hood." Stark replied in his usual cocky voice, and Clint rolled his eyes. Just to be safe, he drew an arrow and nocked it in case someone did surface. "Jarvis is struggling to reboot though. Think it's gonna be a few."

"I have half a mind to just leave you here, you idiot." Clint growled, standing up properly so he could stand guard while the suit tried boot itself up again. "What the hell goes through your mind? We had a plan!"

"I'm sorry, was it not you who was complaining about it taking too long to complete!?"

"That doesn't mean you do something this reckless! For a genius you're a real dumb ass!"

"Oh bite me, Barton." Stark snapped back, but Clint caught the reply in his throat because around him a number of doors shot open and a flurry of fresh soldiers filed in.

Five doors, about 30 coming out of each.

150 v 1.

He liked those odds!

Well, the voice that boomed from the rafters meant it was technically 151 v 1..

"So good to see you again, Hawkeye!"

Clint looked up with a scowl when the voice of Doom hit his ears, the diplomat standing in his usual metal get up above them all. Typical. He had to be above them all because that's what he saw himself as.

He drew the arrow back without a word and aimed it right at the metal mask, but he couldn't release. Because the sound of 150 weapons being trained on him quickly followed the action.

"This is, what, your eleventh time here?" Doom asked with a hum, starting to walk the rafter towards the stair case at the end of it.

"Thirteenth. Eleventh actually getting to this room. First time seeing your lovely face." He replied calmly, his mind working through plans to take out the men that had guns trained on him.

"Oh that's right!" Doom chuckled, honestly sounding amused. Getting into the mind of Victor Von Doom was just as confusing a task as getting into the mind of Tony Stark, so Clint didn't even try figure out what he found funny. "That first time the pair of you just ran away.. The other, oh that was fun.. How are those burn scars, Agent Barton?"

"Better." Clint snapped with a sarcastic smile, his fingers just twitching to release the arrow.

"I tried rid the world of you that time." Doom sighed, finally coming back into view in the middle of the circle of soldiers. "I don't think I should fail this time."

Clint smirked at the man and released the tension in the wire, slowly reaching back to the compartment on his belt behind him once the arrow was safe.

"Time me, Stark."

Without another word, he drew a grenade and threw it to one side of the circle, running to avoid the hail of gun fire then that was directed his way. The explosion rocked the room just as he nocked four arrows. He turned to face the enemies once more to see about half the field taken out with that explosion, the other half were chasing after him guns firing.

He sent the four arrows flying. They embedded themselves into the targets and he hit a button on the handle of his bow to detonate the sonic pulse in each that sent another ten to the ground as well.

Should never underestimate Hawkeye! Even with an army after him, he just took out about 100 of them in 30 seconds!

There were still easily 50 of them left though, and he wasn't sure how lucky he'd continue being at avoiding bullets! One had already grazed his arm, sending a horrible wave of pain through him with each arrow he pulled.

"Comms are finally back." Stark's calm voice came through his ear, and while it should have been a little victory to Clint, it just just pissed him off!

"Fucking great! Wonderful! Get the rest of it up and fucking running and help me out!"

"I'm trying! If you want to help instead of playing with your little stick and arrows, by all means do!"

"ENOUGH! I've had it!"

Clint felt a blindingly hot pain in his chest when Doom shouted those words, and without knowing what had happened, something sent him flying back against the wall.

He let out a scream of pain and slumped down, using the wall as a form of support to sit up as he tried rid himself of blurry vision.

What the hell had happened!?

It was some force, something hit him square in the chest, but he didn't see a weapon, didn't even see Doom! What kind of trick was this?

It wasn't a trick. This was Doom. This was a trap.

Dammit, he knew Clint would come rescue Stark.

He never planned to take out the billionaire. If he had, then Tony would be dead right now and Doom would be long gone.

He planned to take out the archer..

Through the blurriness of his vision, he could make out the shape of his attacker stalking ever closer. Out of instinct, he went to draw an arrow for his bow.

But he couldn't.

No matter how many times he sent the command from his brain to his arm, nothing would happen.

The one time he did get a little movement, the pain it sent through the limb had him screaming and nearly passing out.

"Barton! What's going on!?" Stark's yells broke through the haziness of Clint's mind, but it was no use.

There was no chance.

This is too bad, way way too bad. This is going to SUCK!

Doom casually kneeled infront of Clint, and he found that whatever blast he took made everything impossible to move, not just his arm. He tried kick out at the man, tried push at him with his other arm, but everything he tried do was met with a hazy resistance that would have the dark edges of unconsciousness creeping ever closer.

"You have heart, I'll give you that." Doom said calmly, but Clint struggled to make the words out, just as he was now struggling to make out the words of Tony's frantic voice in his ear. "It's almost a shame to kill you. But you and that Romanoff one have been a thorn in my side for too long now. You need to be eliminated."

Something lit up a blinding blue, but he couldn't focus on it too long because it was soon plunged right into his chest.

The pain had him completely paralysed. Inside he was screaming, outside nothing could escape his lips.

This was it, this was how he died.

The last thing he could see as darkness took him was a blur tackling Doom away from him, the last thing he could feel was whatever that device was being ripped from his chest.

Last thing he could think was how Tony was too late, how Jarvis' reboot was too late. Tackling Doom was nice of him, but he was too late.

No, the last thing he could think was everything was too late for him.

He had been lucky over the years. He'd usually shake off hits and what others would consider death sentence blows. This time though, as he slipped unconscious, he could actually feel his heart beginning to stop.

Dammit, he wasn't going to make it this time..