"So who is the tall, sexy, brooding fella?" Kate asked after she had finally let go of Clint.

"Huh?" Clint had almost forgotten Bucky was there. "Oh, that's my friend Bucky Barnes . He's cool, saved my ass plenty of times."

Kate nodded, "Well okay, nice to meet you Barnes." Kate put out her left hand for him to shake.

Bucky frowned for a second then gave Clint a look, like he was almost saying; "Is she cool, or will she freak out if I shake her hand with my freaky metal arm?"

Clint just laughed and nodded. "She won't freak, she's seen Deadpool without his mask, Kate will fine."

"Fine? What will I be fine with?" Kate butted in.

Bucky grasped her hand and gave it a good shake. "This."

For a second Kate seemed at a loss for words, but then it was like she couldn't hold them in.

"Sweet! Oh my god that is so awesome!" She basically shrieked, grabbing his arm and almost pulling Bucky out of his chair. "Is it removable? Does it have super strength? Clint you never told me your friend was half cyborg!"

Clint just laughed right along with Bucky.

After Kate had adequately mooned over Bucky and his arm, which she decided was, like a hundred times cooler than the ironman suit, she turned to Clint.

"I'm elated that you're back home and all,but what are you planning on doing now?"

Clint frowned. "I'm not a hundred percent, but our basic plan is to figure out what mental state the avengers are in. Try to figure out what will happen if we show up out of the blue. Essentially we want to know our chances of being kicked to the curb or being thrown in a jail cell so we can plan ahead a little."

Kate looked at him strangely, "And how do you plan on finding out their mental state?"

Clint shrugged a bit. "I'm guessing we look at articles made about them in the last couple months, how they have been doing in recent battles, maybe ask around, that sorta thing."

"You know that the avengers all disappeared a few months ago, they haven't been out superhero-ing in almost six months. Word is they just got on a plane and left around three weeks ago."

Clint felt his eyes widen. Three weeks ago? That was near the time Zachary told him someone had phoned looking for him. They had been trying to find both Bucky and himself ever since. For a moment Clint was too stunned to say anything and luckily Bucky piped up.

"Well in a way that's a blessing, that means when we break into the tower we have less people to catch us." Bucky stretched his arms above his and leaned back down onto the couch with a comfortable sigh.

Kate on the other hand was not at all comfortable with Bucky's comment. "What!? Break in? Have you ever seen the Avengers' Tower?! It's insane! There is no way anyone could break in!"

"Actually there is." Clint piped up. "I've done it before, multiple times actually."

"You did what?!" Kate was beginning to sound like a mother who just found out her kid spilt grape juice on her good white table cloth.

"Katie calm down, I was only inside for a few minutes and I went through the vents. I was perfectly safe."

The young archer just gave Clint a withering glare.

Bucky laughed, it was a good clear sound, one that echoed on the walls and made it hard for anyone else not to break a smile. "So when do we leave?"

"After we have something to eat, I don't care if someone sees us, that pizza has been calling my name." Clint said simply, "I'll meet you in the lobby, and don't worry about cash, my treat."

Fifteen minutes later the three sort of superheroes were chowing down on one very, very large deluxe pizza. There was no sound other than a few satisfied groans from Clint, who looked so happy that he could just face plant onto the cheap table and never get up again. It was almost comical, how much he was enjoying the pizza, but it also made Bucky sad for some reason he didn't understand.

After there wasn't a crumb left on the tray Clint dropped a few bills on the table then motioned to Bucky "Time to go."

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Bucky stared up at the tower as Clint led him around the side.

" Avengers Tower? How long has this been here? I don't ever remember hear about it or seeing it..."

Clint smiled. "Well you don't remember much do you? It used to be just Stark towers, maybe you have heard it as that?"

Bucky's face went dark, "Stark, I know that name."

"Probably do, Tony Stark is a pretty big deal apparently. I never understood why, he's an alcoholic self absorbed jerk. But hey what can you do?" Clint meant it half as a joke, but Bucky didn't crack a smile.

"No, not Tony. I know it from somewhere else." Bucky brought a hand to his head.

"Hey," Clint said lightly, but he was a bit scared. "Don't worry about it, it'll come to you eventually if it's important. Plus I don't want to deal with you passing out again."

Bucky just kinda nodded. "I guess you're right. So how are we getting in this place?"

Clint grinned and pointed up the wall to where a small vent was placed, about four feet straight above their heads. With one look Bucky knew that if you didn't get enough air to reach it or if you lost your grip you weren't getting another chance.

Bucky must have been making quite the face, because Clint almost killed himself laughing.

"Okay, I'll go first and show you how it's done." He said between breaths.

And he did. Taking a few steps back Clint launched himself up the wall and latched onto the side of the vent. With a swing he knocked it open and slipped inside, disappearing from view without a noise.

Bucky looked up at the vent again, was it possible it looked even higher? He took a few shaky steps back.

"Clint?"

"Yah?" Clint's voice echoed funny in the vent.

"This isn't pay back for the boat is it?"

A tinny laugh rumbled out of the vent. "Now why would I do that? Just hurry up, or I'm leaving without you."

Steadying himself a second time Bucky crouched like a cat and leapt, flying through the air and latching both his metal and flesh hands to the edge. A second later Clint reached out and gave him a hand in, making sure that the vent grate closed tightly.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" He teased at Bucky.

"Shut up." He grumbled. "Which way are we going?"

Clint smiled wolfishly. "To the lab, where Tony keeps all his dark secrets."
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At exactly two AM, a vent cover was removed from the ceiling in Stark's state of the art lab and two men dropped soundlessly to the floor. But it doesn't really matter if they were silent or not, because the second their feet hit the smooth tiles they were caught. Yet the two would be thieves did not know this yet, thanks to a wonderful silent alarm designed by Tony Stark, tested (unknowingly) by Natasha Romanoff and monitored by SHIELD.

In fact across the city, sitting in a cramped cubicle a young agent's computer lets out a tired ding and wakes her from her cat nap. Her eyes dance across the screen and within a second her hand is to the phone, dialing a number she had memorized but never thought she would use. She talks quickly, her tone very urgent.

"Director? We need a team, there is a break in in progress at Avengers Tower. Should I contact Mr.Stark?" Her voice was shaky, she was just a pencil pusher, she never thought she would be speaking to Director Fury.

On the other end of the phone there was a little chuckle. "Not yet. Tell the mission leader to give me a ring when they are finished if these guys are anything important."

"Yes sir." The young agent answered and after ending the call phoned a second number.

Within the next five minutes Avengers Tower would be swarming with some of SHIELD's top agents.

Won't they be surprised when they find two dead men who apparently made a miraculous recovery.

A/N) I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I had an insane case of writers block and I have sports practice every day of the week now, so I have only a fleeting memory of what sleep was. Again I apologize for any mistakes, if you find any please comment and I'll fix them. Thanks for reading, and as always if you enjoyed this chapter vote or comment. Also please comment if you have any idea, sometimes my thoughts stop working! Thanks again!

-Brokenrook