Clint's POV:

After Stiles' abrupt announcement, the team spontaneously burst out yelling. Some asking reasonable questions, like Cap and Bruce, and others just yelling unintelligible noises that might have been words at some point, also known as Stark. Eventually the yelling transitions from useful questions, to debate on what to do about Hydra, to relevant arguments, to arguments that had nothing to do with anything. Next thing that we knew it was beginning to get dark and we were still standing on the roof.

"Um guys," Tony asks looking around, "where'd the kid go?"

Glancing back to where Stiles had been standing, I see Nat's phone sitting on top of a piece of paper on the ground. Walking over I pick up the note before reading it. As I get to the end, I feel a grin make its way onto my face, before I drop to sit on the ground. Leaning over I go to start folding the paper but it is suddenly snatched out of my hands by Natasha. After reading the note she also sits down but I try to steal back the note. Next thing I know we are wrestling on the ground fighting over the note.

"Why are the Lady Natasha and Warrior Clint fighting?"

"Thor they're not fighting they're... what are you two doing?" Steve asks leaning down to grab the paper. "'You guys were taking too long. I went to adventure. You know what to do if you want to find me. Stiles.' How are we supposed to know what to do to find him?"

"Because he taught us how last time we saw him, that's how. Now give me back the paper."

"No! It's my turn, give me the paper, Nat got to do it last time."

"I'm pretty sure that it is my turn, not yours."

"Guys!" Flipping the paper over Steve points to a small note. "It's Clint's turn, for what I don't know but it says so here. Sorry Natasha."

"Yes!" Grabbing the paper, I move to a cross legged position and start meticulously folding the paper into the world's most amazing paper airplane, taught to me by one of the trapeze artists in the circus. Once satisfied with the final results of my folding, I stand up and look at the rest of the team with an exited gleam to my eyes. Don't listen to Stiles it is an exited gleam, not maniacal. My maniacal gleam is slightly different.

"Watch this." Taking the paper airplane, I throw it into the air and watch as it circles around us a few times before slowly moving towards the door of the building. Moving to follow, Natasha and I motion for the rest of the team to come with us.

"Why are we following a paper airplane?"

"Because that's how we are going to find Stiles, Stark."

"But Natasha how does it work? There is no way that that piece of paper can track his location."

"It's magic Stark. Just don't question it."

"But there is no such thing as magic! There's just science that we can't explain yet!"

"Friend Stark of course there is magic! My mother is an avid practitioner of the magical arts and they are often used in Asguard."

"But..."

"Stark if you say one more word I will make you regret it." Natasha growls, causing Stark's eyes to widen and his face to pale significantly.

Trailing after the paper airplane, we all enter the building and slowly make our way to the kitchen. I watch as the plane lands on the island next to another note. Picking up the new paper, I read it out loud.

"'Seriously how long are you all going to spend arguing? I made sandwiches, they're in the fridge. You missed lunch. Stiles.' Let's grab food and see where he went next." Grabbing a sandwich and the new note, everyone else follows suit and grabs food before Natasha throws the paper airplane again.

This time the plane makes its way to the living room and lands next to the Xbox controller and a new note. Natasha is the first one to the table and reads the note.

"'How has no one noticed I'm gone yet. You aren't very observant for a group of superheroes. I'm going to sleep. Stiles.' Well he's not wrong."

This time the airplane takes us down to the living quarters and hovers in front of Natasha's room where there is a note saying 'Tasha, your defenses aren't as difficult as usual. I disabled them all in five minutes and now I'm headed to the nest. Have fun removing my new booby traps! Stiles.' Grumbling under her breath in Russian about annoying teenaged boys, meddling spies, and for some odd reason pineapples, Natasha leads the way into her room and to one of the entrances to my nest. Along the way we only have to dodge around a dozen traps, which is slightly worrying because I know that he would put in more than that.

"He should be just ahead." Nat announces as we turn a corner in the air ducts. Thor, Tony, Steve, and Bruce decided to wait for us in the living room so that they didn't have to crawl through the vents too.

Reaching the nest, I see Stiles curled up in a pile of blankets, fast asleep. Shaking his shoulder to wake him up, Nat jumps back in order to avoid his flailing limbs. I, on the other hand, didn't move quick enough and get punched in the eye.

"OW!"

"Oops, sorry Clint! Where are the others?"

"They're up in the living room waiting for us." Nat says taking over. "Let's go, we have a plan on what to do with the whole Hydra situation."

Following behind Nat and Stiles, I listen to their banter as we crawl through the vents until we reach the exit in the living room. As we hop out from the ceiling exit, startling the others except for Banner who saw us open the vent, I hear the end of Nat and Stiles' conversation.

"I swear if you don't remove the traps from my room I'll..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll break both of your legs."

"I can still sass you while immobilized you know."

"Then I'll rip your tongue out of your head instead."

"That won't do anything about the traps."

"So, you admit to there still being traps."

"I never said that there were any, I just pointed out a flaw in your logic."

"Yet you never denied that there were any traps."

"Guys!" I yell to stop their bickering. "We're here."

As we all settle onto the couches, I see Stiles look up in anticipation.

"So, what's the plan?"

(AN: 1123 words)