Content Warning: Not as bad as the last chapter, but I dunno there's still a pretty gross part here. Carry On. -E

Turning down what seemed like endless dimly lit halls, Clint started to get restless.

"This better not be one of those damned 'hallways that don't end cause it's a horror simulation' things…" he complained, mostly to himself than to anyone else.

"If it wasn't real life, I'd probably agree with you," Steve pointed out in turn. Stopping short, nearly causing Tasha (and himself) to fall, he quickly balanced her out, glancing at Steve.

"...You know, I actually forgot about that for a second."

"I wish I did, as well," Thor said quietly over his shoulder from the lead. After a few more steps, Clint stopped again, causing Natasha to curse.

"Damn it, Clint, what now?!"

"Shhh!" The rest of the group stopping, they listened to the silence, only for it to be broken by the sound of rapid footsteps. "What is that?"

"Tony?" Steve suggested, his eyebrows furrowing together slightly, praying it actually was Tony. Being in the simulation for so long without any real tending to, the team was less-than-ready to take on any enemies, especially with only one weapon and an empty hallway. Quietly getting ready to 'pounce' on the intruder, the team waited for the noise to round the corner. Within seconds, an out of breath Tony ran into sight.

"My god," Tony panted, jogging up towards them, the team dropping their fighting stances. "You guys got a lot farther than I thought you would…"

"Well it's five minutes of walking versus five minutes of sitting there…" Clint shrugged a shoulder before moving to support Natasha more. Pausing, he looked at Tony questioningly. "What about Bruce?" Shaking his head a few times, Tony stood with his hands on his hips, catching his breath.

"Nothing," he informed them, glancing around the group. "If anything, we'll have to come back with a rescue team."
"Rescue team for a corpse," Thor pointed out, Tony immediately rounding on him, grabbing the front of his sweatshirt, only to realize he was about half his size and a quarter of his strength, at best. Taking a step back and electing to point at the demi-god instead, Tony's tone was firm and quiet.

"He is not a corpse , he's a friend, " pausing, his eyes narrowed slowly. "And regardless, we are coming back for him ." Eyebrows raised, Thor nodded once.

"I agree with you there, just don't keep your hopes up, Stark." Turning to address the others, Thor spoke a little louder. "Come. Let's keep going for the exit."

Stuffing his hands in his pocket, Tony passed Thor to take the lead, Thor quickly moving in front of Tony again. Glaring for a moment at the back of Thor's head, Tony huffed softly, glancing around at the dark red hallway.

"Why's it have to be so quiet?" Clint asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"Shush," Tasha dismissed him quickly.

"Well I-"

" Clint !" The group passed through a doorway into an entryway, the room stripped bare, only one man inside.

" Hellooooo , friends !" Nathan Fletcher stood with his back to the main entrance. "I see you've already found the way out! Unfortunately for you, we're only allowing one to leave...And he's already been predetermined." Eyes flicking over to Thor for a brief moment, he quickly looked back at the rest of the group, a grin spreading.

" Bullshit ," Maria Hill replied gruffly, reminding everyone that she was there, too, while quickly unloading a full clip straight into Nathan's chest.

"Stop!" Thor yelled over the noise, holding his arm out in front of her when the gun was emptied. "No one move."
"Tisk tisk," Nathan looked down at his chest, his arms behind his back, hands clasped together.

"None of our weapons can hurt him."

"This was a new shirt, too," Sighing irritably, he looked up at Maria. "Who are you?"

"The one who's going to make damn sure you're behind bars for the rest of your life ." She replied defiantly, gripping her gun tightly, still aiming at him. Steve looked over at Maria nervously before returning his gaze to Nathan, trying to come up with a plan of attack that might work. Running, however, seemed to be the only logical thing coming to mind.

"Hmm," Nathan mused for a moment, looking her over. "No." Raising his hand slowly out towards Maria, a smirk grew across his face. Immediately realizing what was about to happen, Thor rumped into action.

" Move, run! " he commanded quickly, trying to get everyone away from Nathan as quickly as possible, but it didn't matter. The entire room seemed to warp and darken further, the air heavy and thick, making it hard to breathe. Running through it seemed as though they were swimming as Maria's body was jerked into the air and lifted to the ceiling. Gasping loudly, her gun clattering to the floor, she looked down in terror at the rest of the group running away from the middle of the room. Nearly skidding to a stop, Thor span around, eyes wide as he looked up at Maria. Steve, now with Natasha in his arms and Clint close on his heels were out of the room. Thor watched as Maria's neck snapped to one side harshly. Nathan dropped his arm and Maria came hurtling to the floor, a sick crunch as she hit the tiles, a few of them under her cracking as though she weighed five times what she really did.

" Our game isn't over, Odinson, " Nathan shouted after Thor as he ran from the room, following the others. Grinning slightly, he put his hands in his pockets, leaning on the door, letting them all escape. "Not even slightly."

Stopping to catch their breaths in another strangely empty room far from the entrance, Steve gently set Natasha onto the floor, Clint moving to take his place back at her aid.

"Did he follow us?!" Clint took several deep breaths as he steadied himself and Tasha.

"No," Thor told them quickly, shutting the door to the room and locking it behind him, only to realize there was no point in locking it. Shrugging at himself slightly, he looked at the others. "But Maria is gone." Exhaling sharply, Steve stood up straight.

"She was a good woman, till the end."
"Always the best intentions," Clint agreed, nodding once.

"I didn't care for her," Tony shrugged, strangely not out of breath like the rest of them.

"What?" Steve glared at Tony.

"Tony," Tasha gave him a look. "Just because you lost your friend doesn't mean that you-"
"No, I mean, I just really didn't care for her," a strange grin spread across his face. "She was just… Troublesssssome, you know?" Hesitating a moment, Clint took a step back, taking Natasha with him.

"...Tony…?"

"Ssssshe really just… Got in the way…" Tony's eye began to twitch, the color of them rapidly beginning to change to a dark black. Within moments, his entire face began to change, as if growing. The skin began to peel off quickly and fall to the floor as he grew. Clothes now torn and on the floor, he towered over the rest of them, more skin falling to the floor, leaving the group staring at the slim and bloody figure of the Vidunder, grinning widely at them, its voice deep and echoing as it spoke normally to them. "But youuuu guyssss…. Youuuuu guysssss are ….funnnn…"