Author's Notes:Wow, this one's a little longer...Anyways, it's heating up. After this chapter, only 2 more to be released...*sob*

I've been with this story all summer practically, and this will have been the first long story that I've finished thus far.

Anyways, enjoy chapter 13!

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Fury looked over at Clint and Natasha. "Barton, Romanoff, gather the remaining Avengers and send them to the conference room from earlier this week. Emergency meeting, we need to find these two and prevent another event like Loki." Clint and Natasha nodded and walked off, back towards the elevators.

"What did I tell you? I told you that receptionist was up to no good." Natasha stated. Her voice was monotone as they walked back to the main building. She wasn't excited about her little victory, she hated being right about these things.

"Well, you were right, now we just have to find him and kill him. Would you like to do the honors when that happens?" He looked over at Natasha with a solemn face.

"We'll see." She replied as they pushed open the doors and were met with a blast of cool air and a still empty reception desk.

The two split up and knocked on all the teams doors letting them know they were needed in the conference room.

With everyone in the conference room groggy, it wasn't relatively noisy other than Tony who was exclaiming rather loudly that this was absurd, and that he should still be sleeping. Fury walked in as he was in the middle of a rant and eyed him.

"People listen up!" Fury shouted. Everyone's attention turned to him as he began talking about the newest developments. "The goddess from Asgard, Deimos, has escaped from the perimeters of this base. One of our own here helped her escape. Agent Colton Hughes, he was the main receptionist in the lobby here." There were a few murmurs of shock.

"Don't tell me we have another Loki on our hands." Bruce piped up, slightly annoyed at the turn of events.

"That's why you all are here. Now we're not sure where the two are headed, but we believe that Hughes could have been using ex-Agent Brown's name to steal weapons from the unreported break in two months ago. Meaning that the two of them, and whoever else they've recruited, are most likely armed and dangerous."

"Well that's just fine and dandy, but are we just expected to sit here until we hear of where they—'' Before Tony could finish his sentence though Hill poked her head through the door. Her hair was frazzled as if she had just run the whole way to get to Fury.

"Sir," she started breathless. "Unusual activity on the map heading for Albuquerque thought you might want to know. It could be Deimos and Hughes."

Fury nodded solemnly. "Team, suit up. You have a half hour to be out back ready to go." Fury didn't wait for anyone's responses as he left the room after Hill.

There was slight commotion as everyone was suddenly awake and talking. Steve left almost as quickly as Clint and Natasha. Bruce was walking out with Thor and Tony, who was chatting up a storm about how he knew Hughes had been the double agent all along.

Back in the main control room, Hill and Fury were bent over a computer with a map pulled up. There were two dots moving in the direction of Albuquerque, and they were moving fast. A little way off to either side were three other dots traveling at the same rate of speed.

"They're surrounding the city we think, sir." Hill spoke confidently.

"Damn right they are." Fury looked at the formation of people closing in on the major city. "We cannot afford another situation like this dammit!" Fury pounded his fist on the table making the monitor shake. "Get the mayor and police chief on the phone, explain the situation. Tell them to get as many people indoors as possible. Get them low into the ground if possible. The less people there for Deimos to kill, the better." Hill nodded and walked outside the room to make the vital call.

Everyone slowly filtered back onto the tarmac. The Quinjet they would be taking was already being prepared for the journey to the city. Clint, Natasha, Steve, Tony, and Thor were each dressed in their respective uniforms with choice weapons close by. Bruce appeared in an old shirt and pants large enough to cover him when he hulked out. Fury trudged outside to them all with his usual black trench coat on even in the sweltering heat.

"You all, get in and get out. Try to destroy as little as possible this time around, okay? Thor, you need to get Deimos before anything serious happens. She's most powerful with her eyes, if you can blind her or cover them somehow, take the opportunity. You and Stark can fly, so go ahead in order to survey the area. Report anything and everything back to the jet alright? Good luck." Everyone nodded in confirmation. Tony and Thor took off ahead of the Quinjet as everyone else loaded onto the jet.

The jet ride into Albuquerque took about a half hour. Steve talked about a plan of action the whole time. Tony and Thor were going to stay above the city until they figured out what was happening. Steve wanted as many people on the ground as possible. Clint, Natasha, and his self were going to patrol the east side with the Hulk patrolling the west. Clint objected to being stationed on the ground, but Steve argued that the Thor and Tony could monitor above by themselves. If Clint was needed he'd be picked up by one of them.

Coming into the city, everyone noticed that there was a lack of civilian life. Good, Clint thought to himself, the less people that risked getting hurt the better. There wasn't any sign of Deimos or Hughes either. The Quinjet landed in an intersection with a light shutter as it touched down. The back door opened up letting the team be greeted by Tony and Thor.

"There hasn't been much activity," Tony spoke up. "But they're definitely here. They have about ten other humans and a few aliens. No signs of any major alien tech though."

"Where've they gone?" Steve asked from behind Clint.

"That, we are not sure. Many tunnels here, they disappeared into one of many." Thor responded.

"Alright, Tony and Thor, you guys will be our eyes in the sky. Let us know if anything happens. It's too quiet here in my opinion. Something is gonna happen, and it's going to happen soon."

The streets were mostly deserted. There were a few people out and about which reassured Steve. Almost all of the buildings surrounding him were locked which meant that people had gotten out of the way. He almost smiled to himself in reassurance.

He absentmindedly heard Tony jabbering over the line about how it was too early for this kind of stuff.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement though. Spinning around, he was greeted with two big burly looking animal/men type things. They must have each been six feet easily. They had the bodies of men, but their hair was overgrown. Everything about them was funky, from their faces to the way their arms hung.

"And who might you two lovelies be?" He asked tentatively.

"Servants of the almighty lady Deimos." The one on the right said before he flung a dagger at Steve.

Steve barely had time to deflect it with his shield before the dagger made contact with the metal. Flinging the shield to the one who threw the dagger, he made for the ground as another knife was thrown towards him. His shield rebounded off of the one guy sending him flailing. Catching the shield again he reached a finger up to his ear to report what was happening.

"This is Cap, I have a pair of Deimos's uglies down on 10th street." He flung his shield at the other guy and almost dodged a knife. It scraped past his right side landing a few feet away. He hissed in pain and stumbled slightly. He did a double take in that instant. A measly little slice like that wasn't supposed to hurt. He glanced down at the slice in his uniform and noticed a green liquid clinging to the fabric. Scrambling to his earpiece he called as calm as he could muster. "Careful guys, if the things have knives, I think it's safe to assume that the covered them in a type of poison."

Clint had tuned out Tony's garble about fifteen minutes ago, but then Steve had come onto the coms all frantic. "This is Cap, I have a pair of Deimos's uglies down on 10th street."

"So, finally some action…" he whispered to himself. He looked up at what street he was on and figured he was at least five blocks from Steve, he would leave this one up to Thor or Tony.

But then he heard Steve come back on, a note of pain in his voice. "Careful guys, if the things have knives, I think it's safe to assume that the covered them in a type of poison."

'So it's that type of party eh?' he thought to himself. 'Well, two can play at that game.' He thought as he readied a poisonous arrow tip. His train of thought was cut short though when he heard a low growl turned hiss come from one of the many alleys he was passing. In an instant he had his bow nocked and ready, aimed down the alley.

The creature, about the same size as the one Steve was facing, sprung out of the alley. It definitely was ugly and seemed to be a hybrid between a monster and a man. Clint released his arrow and it hit just to the left of the heart. Sure, they were fast, but their reflexes were slower.

Getting into a running stance, it took off towards Clint. Turning on his heel, he took off running the opposite way from the man-beast.

Instinctively, he reached up and tapped his communicator for talking capabilities. "I got an ugly on this end too, headed towards 5th avenue. Copy."

"Remember to watch out for the knives. They're deadly accurate and laced with a type of poison." Steve responded out of breath.

"Due noted. Also, Stark? Could you possibly spot me from above?" Clint huffed.

Stark's communicator crackled in Clint's ear. "No can do birdbrain. There's a nasty stolen fighter jet who just coaxed me into a little fight above the skies of New Mexico…again."

"Great…" he clicked off his com and turned to fire an arrow at the man-beast thing still running after him. It landed just to the left, missing its heart again. Before turning back around though, he caught a glimpse of something silver and shiny before it was shooting his way.

He tried to dodge it, he did, but like Steve had stated earlier, they were deadly accurate. The knife sank into his lower back causing him to lose his balance and tumble towards the pavement.

Rolling a few feet, he instantly felt the knife wound, but he also felt more. Whatever they had laced the blade with was now seeping into him. He prayed there were no long term effects.

"This is Hawkeye, I've been compromised, I repeat, I've been compromised. Back up requested." He breathed into the communicator, gritting his teeth against the pain.

"This is Widow, I'm tracking your location now. I'll be there as soon as I can." Natasha's voice came over trying not to sound concern.

"Be careful, keep your eyes open." He looked over a few feet from him at the bow laying out of his grasp. He began to army crawl, to an extent, in an effort to reclaim his prized possession.

Just as his fingers were about to close over the string though, a large leather steel-toed boot kicked it a few feet further away. He grunted in annoyance as the pair of feet came to stand in front of him. "What the hell do you guys even want?"

There was a low guttural laugh from the beast's throat. "Vengeance for our queen Deimos on the son of Laufy's defeat."

"Back to the whole 'Loki' thing, are we?" Clint figured that if he could keep the thing talking long enough for Natasha to get here he might have a chance at beating it.

Alas though, to hope he could stall an alien for that long would have been to hope for too much. Without another word, the beast kicked Clint hard in the side sending him sprawling onto his stomach. As Clint tried to grab the thing's foot for leverage as it came around again, it caught Clint's arm instead. He twisted it at a sharp angle causing Clint to let out a whimper. With a swift stomp to his shoulder bone, it was now broken too.

Clint fought back any emotional response the beast was looking for. He picked him up by the back of his neck making Clint cling to his broken arm and shoulder. "I was told to bring back the little hawk and his fiery spider, alive." It sneered into his ear.

From the mouth of the of a side street, he saw the outline of a female with short curly hair. A sense of relief swept through him at the sight of Natasha. "That's not going to work out for everyone." She stated, standing with her gun at her side.

The man-beast released his hold on Clint, letting his feet hit the pavement. The weight of his battered body was too much however, and his legs buckled underneath him. Twisting from his injured arm, he landed with a thud on his right wrist.

Natasha started towards them, firing off a few shots. The beast dodged every shot though, and then vanished into thin air. Taking it as a break, Natasha ran for Clint. He was lying in a crumpled heap, cradling his left arm. His uniform was soaked with blood on his lower back, and his right wrist was black and blue from taking his full weight onto the pavement a few minutes ago.

"Clint," she muttered, at a loss of what to tend to first. "What the hell happened to you?"

"That-that big ugly that was just here. This is why I stay above the action." He choked out just loud enough for her to hear.

"Well it's a good thing the 'ugly' wandered off now isn't it? I ran out of ammo on the way over here believe it or not. I got myself into a little debacle with one of those things. I emptied all of my clips, but it's dead now. Let me call a medical team down here for you." She finished, reaching up to her communicator. She walked over to where his bow was lying and picked it up while Clint pushed himself up against the wall of a building. She walked back over to him and sat down next to him looking intently at his disfigured arm.

She stood up and began pacing after learning that it would take S.H.I.E.L.D. at least a half-hour to get to the pair. Clint had let Natasha keep the bow at her side incase anything came their way again, and considering the fact that he was in no shape to pull back the string of a bow like his.

Natasha kept her com switched on in case any news came through. She was twirling an arrow around her fingers and Clint had his head leaned up against the wall with his eyes closed. A stiff breeze filtered through the street coming from nowhere. Clint's neck snapped up to see Natasha with an arrow nocked, pointed straight at the heart of Colton Hughes.

Author's Notes:Wow, so um... I debated on where to stop this chapter, and I ultimately decided to stop it here.

So like I said earlier, only 2 more chapters leveling up to a total of 15 chapters. I can't believe it...anyways, enough babbling.

Started school up again officially, wouldn't mind reading some of your lovely thoughts on this chapter to take my mind off of some of the work.

As always, thank you all tremendously for reading, favoring, and reviewing my stories. I