I'm a sharp shooter, and I don't miss (Neila)

"I guess that's out of the question then. And it's Four blocks from now we'll get there." Francis said hoping that would answer her question or at least satisfy that side of her. He had remembered that his bow was still out as he retracted it and placed it into his second bag for easy handling. He shrugged, "Every once in awhile I will do an odd job for the other Avengers every once in awhile if I need it that badly."

"Oh boy." Francis said as he took out his bow again after just putting it away. He took it back out again and loaded it with one of his arrows. This time it was an exploding one that would hopefully do enough damage, "I think you don't really know who you're messing with. Messing with the Avengers would be a bad idea." He added as he let go of the arrow to see how far it would fly and was aiming straight for their leader.

"You might want to turn down the heat a bit. And to explain what it is, it's similar to wax, the stuff that you use for you know..." Francis said not wanting to get to into graphic detail on what it was for. Though it seemed to be weak around cold things as the adhesive was frozen solid. "You can thank Ironman for creating it with my father he was the original user of it." Francis added as he loaded his bow again with two more arrows, as he prepred to aim them t the leader. Now with half the runts fleeing from the scene they didn't seem so bad now as they were slowly taking out the ranks.

"Tell me about it. If anything they're out there to only ruin themselves." Francis said as he kept his bow out this time in case any one else thought of causing them some trouble. "Let's move before they think about coming back for us." He said as he gave a slight budge where they were stuck together to prove his point. New York certainly could be dangerous on certain times, and the last thing he wanted to do was get into another fight before he was free again.

It wasn't long before Francis and Neila began to make their way towards the Avenger's building. The main entrance stood looking towards the streets, feeling almost massive compared to the rest of the building. "Well here we are." Francis said as he took out his Avengers card and began to come towards the building. From what he knew, the building was buisy today and most people would be in and out. And knowing Tony he was probably stuck inside in his work shop and doing meetings for other companies. Whatever the case, he hoped that this would be easy. "And now to swipe us in." He added as he swiped the card through the slot to wait to get themselves in.

"Have some patience all we got to do is climb the elevator and up to my room where the arrows are stored. We'll be safe there as usually no one comes in to it." Francis said as he made it sound a bit easier than it was probably. As the door slid open Francis made sure that no one was around before starting to go inside, "It's clear for you to go in. It looks like everyone's busy for today. Which is a big releif." He added looking back at Neila assuring her to come on.

"Um there are a lot of floors that it needs to cover in a short distance. Either that or Tony's working on the electronics and trying to fix whatever the problem is for making it slow." Francis said not entirely sure what was up.

After a few more seconds of waiting the elevator to open. As he started to go towards it he stopped a bit after realizing that there was someone in it. Tony himself in his Ironman armor as he was looking a bit upset. "Bringing in a villian here Francis?" Tony asked. "Jarvis had informed me when you swiped in on the front entrance." He added crossing his arms.

"Let me explain Tony we have a bit of a mess ourselves. The last thing I need is one of the adults telling me what I can't do and can do. If anything you're just preventing us from getting out of this mess." Francis said as he stood infront of Neila in case he had to defend her from Ironman. He wasn't afraid of going against Tony if he had too, he wasn't a little kid any more, he was grown up, and almost an adult. He could make his own decisions when he had to.