30k is so amazing guys. <3<3

Also wow I'm sorry. This chapter is soooo horribly written and rushed. the next one will be better.

                               Whoops.

  MJ ran down the corridor, the syringe burning in her hand and reminding her of everything at stake as she struggled to navigate the maze of a Tower. All she knew was that she needed this exact serum, and that it was located in one of the many labs of Stark Tower. But she'd never been here before! How was she supposed to know which lab to go to and how to get there?

  The frantic teen took a deep breath and scrambled to collect her thoughts as she turned into an elevator. With the doors closing in front of her, she closed her eyes and tried to think of some solution to her very daring problem. When she opened them again, she found the solution standing right in front of her. Or rather, dangling in front of her.

  "Who are you?" The black and purple clad man asked, dropping from his spot in the vent and landing on his back. MJ calmly took a step back, hiding the syringe behind her back.

  "I could ask you the same thing," she replied as the elevator jerked beneath her. The man cocked an eyebrow.

  "You don't know who i am? Damn, i need to get on Stark about better advertising," the man mumbled, half to himself. He got to his feet and MJ noticed just how much he stood over her. It was slightly unnerving.

  "I'm Clint, A.K.A Hawkeye," Clint said with a nonchalant shrug.

  Hawkeye? As in the Avenger? Does that mean he lives here? MJ's mind reeled, piecing together the information until it formed an idea.

  She extended her hand to the superhero. "Michelle, but my friends call me MJ. You can't call me that yet."

  Clint took her hand and shook it firmly. "Yet?" He questioned.

  MJ smirked just as the elevator opened with a ding. "Well, I'm guessing after this we'll be pretty good friends," and she dragged him from the elevator.

***

  Clint stared at the remaining sloshing purple liquid in the syringe, his eyebrows furrowing in thought.

  "So, what you're saying...is that i can help you find this exact, tiny, life-saving serum in this fucking maze of a Tower? You have to be shitting me," Hawkeye said, brown eyes glancing at MJ in sort of disbelief.

  MJ shrugged. "Something like that. And according to Stark, we only have so much time."

  Clint spluttered like a fish out of water. MJ has never seen a superhero so visibly flabbergasted before. She decided he was her new favorite superhero.

  He rested his head in his hands for a moment before looking up with eyes hard as stone. "Did you know," he said. "That I'm supposed to be retired?"

  MJ cocked her head to the side. "Is that why I've never heard of you before?"

Clint glared at the teen. "Will all my kids turn out like you?" He said, voice dripping with false disappointment.

MJ shrugged again. "Most likely."

"Hell yes."

"Okay, okay, enough of that. Where can i find this serum that will save Peter?" MJ pressed, changing the subject, as the time limit loomed over her.

"Peter is the life who's depending on this?!" The archer exploded, quickening his pace down the hall. He took a sharp right which left MJ stumbling after him.

"I didn't think it mattered!"

"Of course it matters! If it were say, Sam, I'd take my time."

"Noted.."

  Clint's jog turned into a sprint as the walls around the duo changed from a modern and sleek white interior to glass and metal, signifying their entrance to the labs. MJ could feel the sudden urgency in the situation. She knew they were running out of time. Peter was running out of time.

  "There's a good chance it would it be in here..." Clint said, stopping and allowing the glass to slide open before him. He hurried into the room. It was filled with different substances contained in bottles and syringes, each varying in color and cause. "It's one of Bruce's old labs. He worked a lot with this kind of stuff."

  MJ's hazel eyes scanned the countertops with concentration, every detail of the serum she needed outlined in her mind. She stopped when she came to a box lined with syringes filled with a dark purple liquid.

"Gimme the syringe," the teen demanded and held out her hand. Clint didn't hesitate and placed the item into her palm. She brought it up to her face, reading the tiny label taped to the side of the syringe.

Anti-bite reverse serum.
1.5 milliliters.
Inject only in neck or stomach.

MJ held her breath, hoping against hope that what was in front of her was what she needed. She picked up one of the syringes in the box, holding it before her eyes gingerly.

Anti-bite reverse serum.
1.5 milliliters.
Inject only in neck or stomach.

  Fuck yes.

MJ snatched the entire box, carrying it in her arms as she fled from the lab, Hawkeye right on her heels.

After this whole event, any ideas for what can happen next? I don't rlly want to end this story but I'm struggling to further the plot. Leave some requests..

-Thanks, the author.