"Does everyone know the plan?" Steve asked, looking over everyone sitting in the Quinjet. They all nodded.

"Clint, Ira, and I will infiltrate the base, do some recon, get the information, then leave. We've all heard the plan five times," Tony told them.

"I just want to make sure," Steve replied. "Now the base is smaller, but still, be cautious." They nodded.

"We're nearing the drop point," Natasha turned and called from the front seat. Clint left the copilot seat, and stood next to Tony and Ira. The hangar opened, and cool air rushed in. Ira's hair whipped across her face, and she hurriedly brushed it away.

Clint grabbed a parachute, while Ira opted not to. "Be careful," Steve yelled over the rushing wind. Tony smirked, and gave a mock salute, before jumping out of the jet. She peered down after him, and saw that he was now wearing his armor, and flying safely to the ground.

"After you," Clint said to Ira, and she walked to the edge of the hangar. She smiled at him, and leapt off. The wind rushed past her ears as she plummeted towards the ground. She tucked her arms close to her sides, and when she was about one hundred yards from the ground, she blasted energy from her hands to slow her fall. She lowered to the ground, and touched down safely.

They were standing at the edge of a forest, looking out into a clearing. A HYDRA base sat in the middle of the field, looking rather small and un-intimidating. It was a simple two-story building that sprawled over the field. There seemed to be not very many guards or cameras outside, but Ira knew it could be a trap. As she was studying he base, Clint softly landed on the ground next to her, and unlatched his parachute. "What's the plan?" He asked them.

"Ira, you take out the guards at the main entrance," he instructed, and the blonde nodded. "Clint, you go around back and get rid of any guards back there. I'll fly above and get a reading on the building. Maybe tell where they're keeping the intel." They broke off, Tony flying overhead to scan the base, Clint running through the forest to reach the back, and Ira heading for the entrance.

She sprinted through the field, lighting both her hands with glowing blue energy. He threw two guards in the air, slamming them into the third. They all fell to the ground, and Ira strolled past.

She broke down the door, and walked through, expecting to find a soldiers eating. But there was no one. "Clint, there's no one at the front entrance, they could be headed to the back," she warned him.

"Copy," he replied. Ira was about to step forward when she felt a blade press up against her throat. She stopped, and turned her head slightly to see a man holding a knife to her throat.

"Where are the others?" He hissed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she told him, gritting her teeth. The man laughed.

"I think you've underestimated me. I'm not playing games." He pressed the knife deeper, and Ira could feel a cut forming. She clenched her jaw, and slowly let energy flow into her hand so the man wouldn't notice. She then slammed it into her chest, so that it went through her, knocking him back. He dropped the knife, and as it fell through the air, Ira caught it, spun around, and stabbed it quickly into his chest.

"I think you've been correctly estimated," the blonde told him as she walked away. She continued down the hall, quickly healing the cut along the way. She wandered warily through the empty halls, finding no trace of anyone.

"Ira, the archives are up ahead. Clint is heading there too," Tony informed her. "I'm just coming in now."

"Got it," she replied. She headed to the room, and met up with Clint along the way.

"What happened?" He asked her.

"A soldier tried to slit my throat," she told him nonchalantly. Clint stopped walking.

"What?"

She shrugged. "He tried to kill me, so I stabbed him with his own knife."

Clint still looked kind of horrified. "I think Natasha's rubbing off on you." They continued walking, and made it to the archives room. Tony caught up to them, and the three of them looked at the door.

"Do any of you think it's suspicious?" Ira asked as she turned the handle.

"What?" Tony asked.

"The lack of security," she responded, and opened the door. "It's almost as if-" They walked into the room, and were greeted by a fleet of soldiers. "-It's a trap," she finished.

Tony immediately raised his hand to blast them, but they all raised their guns, and he put his arm down. "Step out of the suit, and drop your weapons," a soldier with brown hair and a monocle, presumably the one in charge, commanded. Clint sighed, and dropped his bow, and Tony stepped out of the suit. Another soldier walked up, grabbed their weapons, and yanked the comms out of their ears. Ira grimaced as one of them fit her hands in special cuffs that would shock her if she tried to use her powers.

"Well, well, well," the man said. He strolled up to them with his arms crossed behind his back, and a smug look on his face. He looked at each of them in turn. "The mighty Avengers taken down so easily."

Tony sighed, and rolled his eyes. "There's only three of us, Monopoly Man. I doubt you would be able to take down all of us."

"Wait, why Monopoly Man?" Clint turned and asked him, and the soldier stared in disbelief.

"Because of the monocle."

"The Monopoly Man didn't have a monocle," Clint told him.

"He didn't? I could've sworn he did-"

"Silence!" The man interrupted. "Take them to the cellblock." Two soldiers hand cuffed Clint and Tony, and three led them down a staircase to a cellblock. Small and disgusting were the two words Ir would use to describe it.

The cells had barely enough room to walk in. There was only one stained cot in each. The floors were covered in puddles of something that looked an awful lot like blood, and the walls were stained and molding. However, the one thing that could be useful for their escape, the iron bars, were in perfect condition.

The guards shoved them in the cells, and unlocked Tony and Clint's handcuffs. They then left and went to guard the top of the staircase.

"Are Steve and Nat still waiting?" Ira asked.

Tony shrugged. "Maybe. There's no way to know where they are. They probably destroyed the comms. But I'm sure they'll come soon." Ira looked around her cot, to try and find anything useful, but she came up empty. Clint sighed, and almost sat on his bed, but jumped back up.

"What?" Ira asked distractedly.

"There's a nail on the bed," he replied. Ira's eyes widened.

"Can you pass Tony the nail?" She asked. Clint gave it to Tony, who held it out to Ira. It was just a plan, rusty old nail, but Ira knew that it could be the key to escaping. She backed up against the bars, and held her handcuffed hands against the bars. "Tony, can you try and disable them?" She asked.

"I think if I fry the circuits," Tony muttered, studying the handcuffs. "But it might send shocks as a defense." Ira took a deep breath.

"Do it."

"Okay," Tony said, and slipped the nail in between two plates on the cuffs. It immediately sent shocks through Ira's arms, and she gritted her teeth. She sent a flow of energy to the spot, and built up enough to try and combat the pain. It helped a little, but it still hurt. But finally, the cuffs popped off.

Ira smiled, and rubbed her wrists. She healed her arms, then used her powers to quietly destroy the lock. She then swung the door open, and unlocked Tony and Clint's cells. They walked up the first part of the stairs, and Ira used her powers to pull the guards down the stairs. They landed with a small thud, and Tony quickly knocked them out.

Alarms began blaring through the building. "Is that us?" Clint asked. Ira looked around, but none of the soldiers that were guarding them had triggered anything. Then, gunshots were heard, and a loud metallic clang.

"Steve and Nat must be here," she realized.

"We should move faster," Clint urged as they ran up the stairs.

"Why?" Tony asked.

"Because if Nat finds out we got captured she'll never let me live this down." Clint told them, just as they reached the hallway.

"That's what your worried about right now?" Ira asked incredulously as they made their way through the hallways, following the sounds of fighting. The sound got louder and louder, and they finally came upon Steve and Natasha standing in the middle of a group of soldiers, absolutely destroying them.

Natasha roundhouse kicked a guard in the stomach, sending him flying back into a wall. Steve struck them with his shield, bouncing it off the wall and sending it hurtling towards the soldiers. Natasha punched a soldier in the face, and Steve tossed her the shield. The much smaller redhead slammed it into the soldier with enough force to send him flying into a wall, leaving a large dent. Nat tossed the shield back, and he hurled it at the final soldier. They turned to Ira, Clint, and Tony.

Clint clapped while Natasha and Steve walked towards them. "Where to?" Steve asked them.

"Archive room," Ira informed him. "They overwhelmed us and we weren't able to get the file."

"Lead the way," Natasha offered, and they began walking back to the archives. When they reached the door, Ira opened it to show a now-empty room.

"They must've gone to fight you two," Tony reasoned.

Ira walked through the rows of file boxes. "What's the file called?" Clint asked.

"It's still Project Metamorphosis," Ira told him while searching through the rows. She reached 'P', and began sifting through the different files, until she found the one that she needed. "Got it," She said, and grabbed it.

"Perfect. Now we can get the hell out of here." Tony remarked. They left the archives, and made their way out of the base and to the Quinjet. They got in, and Nat strapped herself into the pilot's seat, while Clint chose copilot. Steve, Tony, and Ira sat in the back.

Natasha flipped a few switches, and they took off, leaving the base behind.