Hi there OK this is a story I first unloaded in the Ant Man and Avengers Crossover section but decided to move it and re upload to the Captain America archive instead mainly because there are Civil War characters in this story and it is based after the events off the movie. I had this idea for a bit and wanted to write a story about my two favourite characters in the MCU Scott Lang AKA Ant Man and Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye.

Will warn this story is not for the faint hearted and will have a lot off Clint and Scott being hurt but hope you like it XD

Chapter 1

An average human can take a maximum of 45 Dels of pain, seriously that is bullshit!.

And the average human male has around 5"5 litres off blood…Really! Another lie otherwise how the fuck did these morons manage to literally redecorate the entire cell we are imprisoned in, just using two males paint tins and still keep enough in reserve to keep us breathing.

It was a mystery Scott really didn't want to think about or even a question he never thought he would ever have to ponder. But being chained down to a wooden chair with an unconscious team mate in the same boat opposite and nothing but your own thoughts and straining sanity to keep you company. What else was there? "A small break from the torture I guess" Scott groaned to himself. He dropped his head to his chest as a small wave off nausea crept over him again and watched as small droplets off blood dripped from his mouth and collected on his trouser leg. 'Another thing that is bullshit is having all your wisdom teeth forcefully pulled out'

Scott squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head to try and make the world around him a bit clearer and get his bearings. He couldn't give in to the pain again; surrender to this nightmare or to these monsters. He glanced over at his fellow captive who was slumped forward in his chair, only the chain around his torso keeping him from hitting the concrete floor. He had to think, had to escape, has to get Clint out, get them both safely back to their families. But what could he do he has was just a mortal man, no super shrinking suit to help get them out this time. Still, Scott was far from helpless he hated to admit because off his hatred for violence, he was a skilled fighter and despite his clumsy moments and jokey attitude he was extremely intelligent. Sometimes even giving Tony a run for his money.

Ignoring the screaming pain that charged down his broken right shoulder Scott began to fumble with the chains that held his hand securely behind his back. He knew it was futile but it was better than not at least trying something. Scott hissed as the pain became white hot but desperation made him carry on. His struggles didn't go unnoticed as the sound off the chains stirred the archer awake.

The loud groan that escaped Clint's lips immediately stopped Scott's actions and drew his attention to team mate. "Clint…Hey Clint are you awake?" Scott only response was more moaning and the archer rolling slightly side to side. But to Scott's dismay this action and the sounds began to diminish as Clint was retreating back into deep unconsciousness. "Clint, seriously man you need to wake up now". But the dark haired man was met with nothing by silence. "Fuck me" Scott murmured under his breath. Without too much thought and trying to ignore the burning pain in his stomach Scott began to wiggle his feet out of his trainers to the point that only his toes were at the entrance of the shoes. "Sorry sleeping beauty but I need you wake if we have any chance of getting out of here alive" and with that Scott flicked the shoes in Clint's direction making contact with his team mates left knee.

"Aahh" was Clint response at the sudden insult to his knee and at that moment Scott's eyes widened and dawned on why he got such a quick response. "Oh shit I hit the wrong knee didn't I, I'm so sorry" he apologized. Clint gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to look at his now concerned comrade. " Yep definitely the fucked up one but no worries I got another one" replied the archer who was trying to get his breathing under control. Now more composed Clint looked more closely at Scott to assess the damage. He didn't look to good, not fucking good at all. The young man had a monstrous left black eye and with the obvious green iris that has been dyed bright red, there was obviously a broken blood vessel. Dried blood coated his forehead and down his left cheek as well as the small trickles that still escaped his mouth. Clint knew about Scott's broken shoulder but the most worrying sight was the multiple blood stains still seeping through and littering his light blue t-shirt.' Why hasn't the bleeding stopped?'

"Scott since I have been unconscious have they come back or done anything else to you?" Clint worrying said scared off the fact that while been asleep their captive may off returned and hurt Scott even more. That thought made Clint's blood turn to ice, the thought that again he wasn't there to protect the young man again, to try and draw their attention away from Scott and continue the torture on him. He has had his share off endless beatings, bones broken, being drugged, water torture and stabbed but unlike him Scott is not an agent. Clint has spent quite a few moments of his life being in situations like this and is trained to be able endure these sorts of torture methods. Many broken ribs is nothing new to Clint where as to Scott it will be unbelievable agony.

"No they haven't come back yet, not since the last time we were both wake" Scott shakily replied. This information relaxed Clint's mind a little but there was still the fact that Scott was still bleed excessively despite the brown haired man's meeting and being slashed with knife finished hours ago before both himself and even Scott were knocked out.

"You look like shit by the way" Clint couldn't stop a small smirk appearing on his face at Scott's small attempt at trying to lighten the mood. "Right back at you Scott, you look like shit and your also fall off shit". Scott let out a chuckle. "Well not the first time I have been told I'm full off shit".

Suddenly at that moment the main door to their cell unlocked and swung open revealing the two Avengers main captor along with his two biggest gorilla flunkies. "I think you will find that you Scott are not as you put it full off shit but are in fact full off precious information I need". The smartly dress man walked in and positioned himself in-between the two chairs the two captive were tired to. "But I will agree with you on this one, both your pretty little faces will look bad before I am finished with you". Both men glad at their tormentor, if only looks could kill this guy would be a gory mess on the floor. "Untie me and I will show you how I can make an already ugly fucking face look like a baboon's arse that has been flattened but a HGV" sneered the pissed off archer. "Now Barton what have I said to you before, that mouth off yours will get you into trouble". Without warning the smartly dress man swung round and punched Scott square in his right eye. The young man hollowed out in pain, the world around him began to spin and new fresh blood seeped down his cheek and jawline. "You fucking bastard, when I get out of these" But Clint was immediately cut off.

"Don't even bother Barton, you carry on and I will just have to punish Scotty here again" The man shouted back at Clint who in return growled in response. "The one who shouts their mouth off gets the other one punished and with you two you are both as bad as each other"

"Hang on that's bullshit when did that become a rule, you have been torturing us for information". Scott interrupted, he was then met with a toothy smile "Well guess what kiddies I am in charge and I decide what happens to you and at this moment both you need to shut up for a while.

Then at the click of the man's fingers the two body guards each moved behind Clint and Scott and both placed a gag over their mouths. Despite both the Avengers protest the white material was secured tightly around the back off their heads. Seconds later both men felt sharp pricks in the back of their neck and the world around them began to tilt and fade into darkness. But not before they both heard their torturer say a few final words.

"Who likes field trips?"

There we go I hope you liked it so far and I hope you don't hate me too much for hurting Scott and Clint. If you can review that will be great :D