“Tell us where Tony is, right now!” Clint demanded, twisting Trumans arm painfully behind his back.
The old man hissed, turning to the two assassins. An evil, crooked grin worn across his face.
“You’ve all taken too long. Whenever you find Iron Man, he will never be who you and your phoney group of heroes remember.” Truman cackled turned into a startled scream as his shoulder popped out of its socket.
Natasha crouched down in-front of the man, her eyes sharp, a wickedly calculating shine within them.
“We will find out where Tony is, sooner or later. Whether you give us that information now, or after Clint and I take our time tearing you apart, is up to you.” With the professionalism of the Black Widow, Natasha’s words echoed coldly through out the room, spoken with finality.
Truman quickly realized the situation he’d trapped himself in when none of the other’s made an argument against her.
Taking a gulp of air, he opened his mouth, only to scream out once more as Hawk-Eye had tugged his dislocated arm farther behind his back.
“One last thing.” Black Widow murmured bitterly, hand coming up to grip Truman’s chin, forcing eye contact. “You tell us the wrong location, try to put us in another trap, pull anything at all? No-one will ever find your body, and you will have nothing but an empty grave to be remembered by.”
With that, Black Widow stood back up and took a smooth step back from where Truman remained kneeling on the floor.
“So, what’s it going to be Marsh?” Captain America asked, standing beside Black Widow. Holding his shield with surety. The rest of the team surrounding to stand with them.
“He’s not anywhere here, they’ve taken him somewhere… that is better for experienced escapees.” He chuckled darkly, his eyes subconsciously wandering to the wall on his left.
With sharp observation skills, Hawk-Eye noticed the quick glance, signalling to Black Widow of the new information Marsh had unknowingly shared.
“Falcon, do any blueprints of the building say there’s an entrance there?” Black Widow questioned.
At being addressed, Falcon was quick to respond. “Not that I’m seeing. But the blueprints are from when they were first establishing this place. Any new ones were either stored somewhere offline, or were never written in the first place.”
A few tap’s on the hologram displaying from his armoured wrist, and a blue light had begun to scan the wall.
“I’m seeing a small entryway just behind- there!” Falcon exclaims, pointing to the small bookshelf that stood at the middle point of the wall.
“If we could find the-“
Loud foot steps interrupted Falcon. A second later the wall crumbled before all of them while Hulk stands to the side, heaving with angered breaths.
Receiving heavy stares, Hulk merely stared back at them, with a frustrated expression he grumbled, “Hulk rescue Tin-Man while you nerds talk.”
That seemed to push everyone back into action. Thor, Medusa, and Black Bolt agreed to stay behind to watch Marsh, and for any other bot’s that may arrive to attack; Ready to give warning to the others incase the Demi-God and two Inhuman’s weren’t able to hold them off.
The remaining group of Avengers stepped in through the hole Hulk created, cautious of any traps that may lay in their path.