Okay, I have only just recently realised how much I ship Clintasha, and how gorgeous they are. This is my first Avengers fanfic, and this will be a little side project, that I'll do along with my Agents of SHIELD story, Big Leagues.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or anything affiliated with Marvel.
Clint Barton walks quickly down the dark hallways, peering briefly into each cell he passes. Not all of the cells have anyone inside. Those that do hold young women. Some look no older than twelve, others have to be in their late twenties. None of them are the woman he's looking for.
"Agent Barton," A familiar voice filters through the comm. in his ear, "I found her."
"Where?" Barton snaps, pausing his footsteps as he awaits an answer.
"Cell number 437."
"On my way, Captain. How is she?" Clint asks, turning and jogging into a new corridor.
"Well, she's alive."
"That's a good start, but I need a bit more information, Cap."
"Weak pulse, covered in plenty of cuts, black eye, she seems to have fallen and hit her head pretty hard. Also…" Steve's voice trails off slowly.
"Also what?" Clint asks.
"She-" The Captain doesn't need to finish his sentence as Hawkeye rushes through the door of cell 437.
His partner is lying on the ground, Steve crouched beside her, in nothing but her underwear and bra. There are various different gashes all over her arms, chest, stomach and legs.
"Oh my god…" Clint mutters, pushing Steve out of the way and kneeling at Natasha's side, his eyes tracing every mark on her pale skin.
"I believe she's been assaulted." Steve says quietly, he too taking in all of her wounds.
"What do you mean?" Clint looks away from Natasha and up at Steve.
"You know exactly what I mean." Steve states, not wanting to have to spell it out.
"Guys, I hate to break the moment, but you'll have company in less than three minutes if you don't get out of there right now." Tony's voice says.
Clint immediately springs into action, scooping Natasha up in his arms. "You've got my back?" He asks Steve over his shoulder.
"Of course. Just get her out of here." Steve responds.
Both men are so focused on getting their teammate out safely that they don't see the young girl curled up in the corner of the room clutching the wound on her stomach, her red hair matted with blood. They are so focused on saving Natasha that they don't hear the girl's quite plea for help.
Let me know what you thought of the chapter, and if I should continue with this story.
Any ideas as to who the girl could be?