On My Honour - A Steve RogersxOC Fanfiction

Chapter Ten

"Remember folks. No blowing up any rooms. We don't know what room they'll be in. Pietro keep that jet ready to get the hell out of here." Tony's voice sounded solidly to the others from within his suit.

He took off soaring through hallways, attacking whatever agents he could find. He had one goal and one goal only; to find Clint and Haleigh.

"Doctor! We have a problem! The rest of the Avengers have been spotted on surveillance. They're here!" A HYDRA agent burst through the door into the laboratory.

"What?!" The doctor shouted, looking between the agent and both of the Avengers in his possession.

"They just landed and have begun infiltrating the building. We can't stay here."

The doctor began a slew of German curse words, moving quickly to grab any materials he didn't want found.

"What do we do about the hostages?"

"Leave them. They're of no use to us anyway. What a waste of forty-five days." He growled storming out of the room before he could be discovered.

Clint looked to the unconscious Haleigh. "Hear that, darlin'? They've come for us just like you said." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Haleigh jolted awake as the door burst open, slamming into the opposite wall.

"Guys, I got them." Tony stated, looking between Clint and Haleigh. "Let's get this wrapped up and get the hell out of here." He moved to release Clint from the chair. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I think so." Clint nodded, stretching out his sore muscles with a groan. "Wasn't me that got the brunt of it." He motioned towards Haleigh.

Tony stalked up to the table she was on and looked over her. "She's gonna need med asap. Get the jet's kit ready." He ordered, slamming his hand into the cuffs computer system. With a small spark, they lost power, opening up to release Haleigh's wrists. He lifted the mask over his face and brushed his fingers across her swollen cheek. "Hey there pumpkin. You read to go home?" He asked softly.

"Tony?" Haleigh asked, voice sore and cracked from so much screaming and lack of water.

He nodded, smiling at her. He looked to Clint, tossing him an ear piece before gently pushing one into Haleigh's. "You're safe now, okay? I got ya." He said, gingerly picking her up from the table at the same time his mask slid into place once more.

"Where's Steve?" She looked up at him, far too numb to feel the pain of being moved.

"Home. Waiting for you per Fury's orders. Do you want me to call him for ya? So you can talk to him?"

She gave a slight nod, frowning. "Gotta let the punk know I'm fine."

Tony chuckled softly. "Jarvis, call Captain Spangles."

"As you wish, sir."

Steve was sitting with Bruce and his medical staff, waiting for a phone call. His cell phone rested on the table between him and the doctor. He about fell out of his seat when the phone began to ring Black Sabbath's Iron Man loudly. He stared at the picture of Tony on his screen, frowning.

Bruce rolled his eyes. "Programmed that for you too, I see." When Steve didn't budge he cleared his throat. "You gonna answer that, Captain?" He cocked a brow.