hey guys! this is a new story of mine! it's all written so you won't have to worry about me stopping half way through! (I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes - spelling isn't a storing point of mine)
recently I have become obsessed with Clintasha (Clint & Natasha ship - from Marvel Avengers) so I wrote a story! please don't kill me for the ending! :-)

Clint slowly emerged from his nightmare filled sleep. He opened his eyes slowly wincing at the bright light in front of him.
He blinks and tries to remember what happened. He was on a mission with Nat... Going under cover, in India, to track down a HYDRA branch.
He was about to get into their car when Nat was attacked from behind and knocked out cold. He didn't see the attacker but after a couple of moments he rushed to Natasha's side. Then everything went black...

Where was Natasha? Natasha... Nat, Nat...

"Natasha!?" He said out loud suddenly alert. Was she ok? Was she even alive?

"So that's her name." A pleased voice commented from behind the bright light.
Clint forced his brain to slow down a bit so he could make sense of things...
He was in a damp dark room, the lamp in front of him was the only light. He was sitting with his hands cuffed together at his back, the cuffs attached to the wall by another chain. His feet were laid out in front of him, feet tied together by another set of cuffs.

"Who are you? Where is Natasha?!" There was no point trying to hide her name now.

"Alive." The voice wasn't very deep but still clearly male. He had a faint well disguised German accent. He is from HYDRA, Clint deduced.

Who are you?" He repeated, he had to get as much information as possible he had to find out where Nat was and he needed to get out of here but these people obviously knew how to chain him up properly, Clint had a reputation of getting out of rope with ease and these people obviously knew it and had resorted to steel chains.

"Who I am doesn't matter" he replied shortly "but you: you are the famous Hawkeye!"

Clint's mind was still racing, one question repeating over and over in his mind: where is Natasha? Where is Natasha?

Some part of his mind was asking, how does he know who I am?
Then Clint noticed that the clothes he had been wearing as a disguise had been taken off to reveal his tight fitting Hawkeye uniform underneath.
Only then does Clint voice the thought he has been mulling over for the past few minutes "where is Natasha?" He puts on his determined voice but is frantically thinking of Nat.

The reply was a short laugh then everything went dark again as the voice switched off the light.
Clint strained to hear what was going on and willed his eyes to see. He heard the lamp being moved to the side and Clint wished he was able to see in this dark windowless room.

"Where is Nat?" Clint almost shouted defiantly. His eyes were just about focusing on the blank darkness ahead of him when a window of light appeared, it blinded him for a second but Clint realised he was looking through a window that gave him a view into the next cell. Clint turned his attention to what was in the cell, he saw a guard taking off night vision goggles, the light had obviously just been turned on in there. Then at the back wall of the room,tied up in the same was as he was, he saw a limp bloody figure with dark red hair.

"Natasha!" Clint exclaimed. "What have you done to her?" Clint demands fixing a cold gaze on the guard in his cell.

"Don't worry, she's alive." Clint could now see the HYDRA uniform the guard was wearing. The guard had bright blue eyes and a short brown haircut. He was tall and quite slim but strong and muscly.

Clint's head felt suddenly dizzy, he didn't know what he would do if he lost Natasha. He thought as he returned his gaze to her limp figure. "What have you done to her?" He asked evenly.

"Oh this and that! She woke up two days ago, we were able to have a little fun!" The guard replies a dangerously amused tone in his voice.

"If you've hurt her I'll-" Clint began to threaten but was cut off by a curt laugh from his guard.

"You'll what? Put one of your precious arrows through me?" He laughed again "you have been completely stripped of weapons and you are chained to a wall so how exactly are you planing to kill me?"

Clint was about to retort when he heard a groan from the other room and immediately snaps his attention back to the crumpled figure of Nat.

Clint never recalled Natasha looking so defeated, she would always hold herself tall and confident, this Natasha looked... defeated.

"Nat?" Clint called out to his partner.

"It's no use" the guard chuckled "we can see and hear her but she can't see or hear us" he spoke almost with glee

The guard put his hand to a concealed earpiece and barked some orders in German to the person at the other end of the receiver. He must have been talking to the guard in the other cell because as soon as Clint's guard took his hand away from his ear, Natasha's guard moved from the corner of the room and started towards Natasha.

Clint was filled with dread and found himself struggling with his bonds. What were they going to do with Natasha?! "What do you want?" He asked desperately, he couldn't let Natasha endure more pain, her life had been full of pain and she didn't deserve any more.
Clint was faintly aware that he was still struggling but most of his attention was at the matter at hand.

Clint's guard paused to tell the other guard to stop "first we want Natasha's second name and then we want your name." Clint knew immediately why they wanted their names, knowing their real names would enable them to blow all their missions. They could control Natasha and Clint by threatening to release their names to the public. They would have to go into hiding, there was no telling how much damage they would do!

Clint turned to look at Natasha thinking it over. On one hand he could tell them and they would either continue to torture them until their last breath or release their names to all their enemies.
On the other hand he could remain silent and they would continue to be tortured for the little remainder of their lives.

Clint made up his mind quickly. They needed more time so he stayed silent.

"Very well" his guard put his hand up to his ear again and spoke a single word. The man in the next cell nodded and advanced towards Natasha.

Clint surrendered to watching helplessly as his companion, who had just regained full consciousness, looked up at the guard looming before her.
The guard drew a long sharp knife from a concealed pocket.

"Names" Clint's guard requested one more time. Clint stared at Natasha, she was holding her posture confidently and had a brave face on. But her eyes, in her eyes was fear. It may not be obvious to other people but Clint could tell, there was fear in her eyes.

Clint couldn't take his eyes off Natasha's fearful eyes, he had never seen her like that. Never seen her so afraid, Clint wondered what they had done to her.
Clint's guard had obviously taken his silence to be a 'no' and the other guard was now crouching beside Natasha and Clint found himself struggling against his bonds once again.

The guard brought the blade perpendicular to the skin on Natasha's arm. The guard pressed down on Natasha's skin so it went roughly through half of the skin layers. The guard then drew the knife along Natasha's forearm, keeping it at a right angle to her skin so that it peeled off.

Natasha groaned loudly as she fought back screams but eventually she broke and screams started escaping her lips, blood seeping through the thinned layer of skin.

Clint watches helplessly as the guard peels away the layer of skin he had just cut off and as Natasha attempts to conceal the pain she is in.

Clint feels a stab in his heart every time he hears Natasha scream.
But he had to keep a straight face, had to be strong. Couldn't let any emotion show or they would know his weak point.