Masks

The trip to the old warehouse only took a couple of hours.
"Tony" and "Bruce" went ahead by themselves, via helicopter piloted remotely by JARVIS, while the real couple sneaked in by an access road at the back of the property.
Nobody was inside the building yet, but the area was being watched.

Bruce spotted the first 'sentry', halfway up a tree with a pair of binoculars trained on the main entrance.

He didn't hesitate before using a batarang to knock the man from his perch. He fell, crashing head-first.

There was no emotion in Tony's eyes as he helped Bruce drag the intruder out of sight and tie him up. They kicked leaves and loose dirt over the ground to hide blood splatter.

Bruce took the stranger's gun and radio. Tony gave him an approving grin and silent 'thumbs up' before they moved on to the next target.

* * *
"So do we actually think they'll bring Catrin with them?" asked Diana as they reached their destination.

Clark smiled wryly. On his disguised face, the expression looked distinctly odd. "Depends on how stupid or overconfident they are. I wouldn't bank on it. A fake or LMD, maybe. They know there's no chance her parents will cooperate if they don't see her; those two have been down this road too often themselves."
He glanced at her. "When we get her back--she'll still need somewhere safe to go. Do you think Themiscrya would accept her for a bit?"

The suggestion startled her. "I can ask. I'm sure my mother would have no objection to sheltering a young girl who's being threatened with violence. You don't think she should stay with Bruce or Tony?"

"I think Tony's former 'teammates' may complicate matters where that's concerned. And I don't think Tony wants them to know she even exists, which might make her staying with them tricky."

Diana laughed, and shook her head. "You've forgotten one detail, though--or. You've never tangled with Pepper Potts, have you? I doubt she means to leave enough left of them to cause trouble."

"Point."

* * *
Pepper had directed JARVIS to keep searching for any sign of the fugitive ex-Avengers, or Catrin, as his first priority.
He divided his attention between that and monitoring Sir and Mr. Wayne.
For the first time, he regretted not having a body. He had never considered himself limited unbearably by that, but now...second thoughts?
Perhaps he'd discuss the subject with Sir when the family returned to the Tower.

A proximity alarm beeped. He focused on the security cameras in a particular area of the front parking lot.

"Miss Potts? I believe we have an unexpected visitor."

He put the image of Nicholas J. Fury up on a screen near her, as the man sauntered across the lot, that ridiculous trenchcoat flapping in the breeze.

* * *
The inside of the HYDRA lab was very cold, very dark, and very silent.

An Alpha and Omega pair stepped cautiously around unmoving bodies, heading for the nearest exit.

The soldier noted that the Alpha had sustained slight lacerations to one hand and the side of her face. She appeared somewhat knowledgeable of hand-to-hand and bladed weapons, but not firearms. She moved stealthily and quickly, not posturing or displaying the sort of aggressive dominance that his previous handler had done.
They had underestimated her, and failed whatever test they'd been set. He assumed that that was why he'd been reassigned to her.

"What are my orders?" he ventured to ask.

She stopped and turned to face him, searching his eyes. "Find the quickest way out of here. If anyone tries to prevent you from exiting the building, shoot them. Give no warnings."

"Ready to comply."