AN: Ok so this is an AU story were slavery is still is legal and the whole story fallows Clint and Natasha through the story in the end the two story will come together. This is a little bit different they how I normally write so I would love to hear your thoughts on it and I am always open to ideas. Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers
G.L. Schalzetti
Clint could barely remember a time before he was a slave. When he was five years old he had gotten separated from his brother, or so he had thought at the time, and was wondering around lost that's when he was snatched. The men that grabbed him were known as snatchers and they were monsters, the things of nightmares were made of the very nightmare that Clint was living. They throw him into the back of a truck that had many other kids in it already and closed the door on Clint's new prison. Clint sat in the dark stifling heat for God knows how long, all the while the tuck drove on till suddenly it stopped and the doors were flung open letting the sunlight blaze in. For all of a second Clint that his nightmare was just that but, that silly dream was soon crushed as a tall man in a suit was lead on to the tuck be the men that had taken Clint from the life that he knew. The man walked among that other children like a wolf in a caribou pack. He would occasionally stop and point to one who would then be hauled out in to the sunlight. Clint didn't have long to wonder where they were taken for the man stopped in front of him and stared down at him with a cold look which Clint meet with a glare just as cold.
"What's your name?" The man in the suit asked and though his was sounded kind that look in his eyes told Clint that the question was really an order.
"Clinton Barton." Clint replied never once taking his eyes from the man.
"Well Clint, I think you will go far." The man said and with a single point Clint was being hauled out into the unknown.
The unknown didn't remain unknown for long though. The first thing that Clint learned was that he was now a slave a piece of property, nothing more and nothing less. It was a lesson that he would never forget after he had tried to escape once and had been beaten with in an inch of his life when he was caught and then marked with a tattoo, the silhouette of a bird in flight with the word hawk written under it. For the next 18 years Clint was trained to be a good little salve and once his masters learned he was gifted with weapons they started to train him to kill. By the time he was 23 Clint was a lethal killer but, not only that but one that was loyal down to his dyeing breath to his master. Shortly after Clint turned 23 he was shipped off to the auction house for sale. Though hated his life he hated the idea of being sold like a lump of meat even more. Every slave dreamed of being bought is a good and kind master but, Clint was too practical to think that. He knew that most likely he would be sold to some scum bag that worked him to death but, he had no say in the matter so he willingly stepped out on to the sale platform. The bidding started of high witch was a good sing for Clint. An expensive slave was normally treated better for fear that the buys investment would be lost if the slave died early. But, when the bidding seemed to stop with a sleazy man near the front holding the top bid and the auctioneer gave Clint a sympathetic look, Clint's stomach dropped and his last flickering ray of hope went out. But, as the sale was about to close and Clint's fate seemed finally a voice in the back called out a bid that was ten thousand more than the top bid. With that the sale ended with Clint going to the mysteries voice in the back that had just spent half a million on him. As Clint waited in the holding cells for his new master he couldn't help but, wonder what kind of man his new master was to be. He didn't have long to wonder though as a tall pale man with jet black hair and green eyes walked up to him. The man looked at him in the same way that the man in the suit had looked at him those 18 years ago and Clint once again meet to gaze of the man who ruled his life the same way he had back then.
"You have heart." The man said with a mischievous smile playing at his lips. "I am Loki, your master."
