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Al nodded silently as Sander refused treatment. "Just tell me if you change your mind."

"Sorry about that," Drake mumbled, glancing off as he placed a hand on the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

"It's fine Drake, really. The last thing the two of you needed was for me t-t-to.. Well." He cleared his throat, not wanting to consider how things could have gone if he hadn't been taken out in time. "Besides, I've had w-worse headaches than this. Don't worry about it."

In other circumstances, Al might have laughed at Sander's excessive meekness, but he could find no reason for mirth. I'm just hoping we get out of this alive, Al thought. The elf was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by a sound, barely discernible from the silence. It almost sounded like... a music box! What the hell? Al thought, shaking his head. Maybe the stale air was finally beginning to affect his mind.

"Sander, Drake, did you guys hear anything?" he asked, his brow furrowed with confusion.

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Thirty... twenty-nine... twenty eight...

Lucius was watching his pocket watch intently, flinching as each second went by. There was less than a minute left until Natasha would return. He could only hope that she would have the boy. If she didn't, well, Lucius preferred not to think of that.

The aging man watched as the timer passed under fifteen. Miss Romanoff didn't have much time.