Find Barton… that's all Natasha could think about as she flung herself through the second floor window of the Gala and crouched in anticipation. Down below, the crowd was rushing to the exit as Loki shoved a man down onto the statue center piece, pull out a most unusual contraption, and place it over the man's eye. Oh, well that's just wonderful, she thought as Loki began cutting the eye out of it's socket. Natasha realized she was getting of task and focused, get to the vaults before Agent Barton does. Down in the basement below the Gala there was a vault, at least that's what she was told, that stored a plethora of Iridium. She had to keep the iridium from being taken by Barton and Falling into the hands of Loki. If she didn't there would be dire consequences, meaning she would have to kill Agent Barton, and she did not want to have to do that to her partner.
The communicator on her wrist flashed the map of the entire building and indicated that she needed to go down the stairs that led to the basement and make a sharp left. She followed the map's instruction and was soon met with a stairwell that led to the vaults. Natasha smiled to herself and was about to make her way down when she noticed Clint enter the corridor from the opposite doorway.
"Agent Barton," she pointed her gun at him as he froze, "don't take another step," She said sternly as she advanced towards the stairwell. Barton took a step towards her and smiled cockily.
"So," he took another step, making Natasha fire a warning shot at the wall next to him, "they sent you to stop me? And, let me guess, 'take me down' if necessary?" He laughed again and took another step. She pointed the gun at his forehead and it lit up with the red laser sightlike a bullseye. His face, on the other hand, was a ghastly pale contrast to his original pinkish complexion, and his once grey eyes now glowed a sickening, ice cold blue.
"Yes, they did," She smirked and took two more steps toward the stairwell. Four big strides and she'd be shooting down the stairs, if Barton didn't beat her down there first. Barton looked Natasha in the eyes and his facial expression changed into one of worry.
"Help me, Nat," Natasha's stomach clenched but other than that she showed no sign of emotion, but inside she was in turmoil. He's fighting it, she thought in relief but mentally shook herself and realized it could be a trick.
"No tricks, Barton. You're coming with me whether you volunteer or not," Natasha said sternly. Before she could react, Barton took a giant leap to close the distance between them and pressed her against the wall behind her.
"Voluntarily come with you? You want me to come with you?" Barton drew out the word as he whispered it into her ear, "Well that can be arranged," Barton's tongue flicked out at Natasha earlobe. Natasha's breath hitched in her throat and she stifled a moan at the fire beginning to burn down in her lower abdomen.
"Get off me!" she yelled and tried to shove him away, but Clint yanked her harshly against the wall by her hair. She could feel the the blood start to drip from the wound.
"I thought you wanted me to come with you, Nat? Hm?" This time he left a trail of kisses down her throat and bit her collar bone hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. Natasha's vision was getting blurry as he started to unzip her suit.
"Stop…" she muttered, this isn't good, she thought as her eyes started to droop.
"No, but I think I will come with you." As Natasha passed out, Clint slung her over his shoulder and made his way down the steps to the vaults.
When Natasha finally came to, she noticed two things. One, Clint was crouched in front of her, watching her with a cocky grin plastered all over his face. And two, she was bare naked and her body was not responding to her. Natasha groaned at the pounding headache she had from the harsh collision with the brick wall.
"It's called a neuromuscular-block, in case you're wondering. I administered it while you were passed out. That was… oh, twenty minutes ago? It should be wearing off to at least allow you to make noise," he slithered up to her ear, "at least I hope you'll make some noise." He chuckled when Natasha's breathed hitched. If it weren't for the drugs paralyzing her, she would have kicked him straight across the room.
"Unfortunately, that won't be till later. That is, if you haven't given me what I need," he pushed her onto her back and settled himself in front of her face, "what is that code, Nat?" Natasha looked past Clint's shoulder, noticing that the passcode keyboard was open and was flashing the words "PASSWORD DENIED", she mentally scoffed.
"I think you are forgetting the situation you are in, Nat. If you don't give me what I want, well… I guess I'll just have to take it." Clint's hand caressed Natasha's collar bone, slightly pressing against the bruise he left from earlier.
"You see, Nat, I can make this very easy for you," his fingertips trailed down to her right breast and brushed over her nipple, "or I can make this very hard. But that's all up to you." His fingers lifted off a split second before they were replaced with what felt like the tips of five knives.
"I found these little toys on a little assassin like yourself. Well, found being a minor term for meaning I ripped them from his fingers after I slit his throat," If Natasha muscles were responding, she would've gulped, "but that's for a later time." His smile was sickening.
"I think from your neck up should be responsive in, oh, three… two…"
"Get your hands off of me, you son of a bitch." The claws sunk into the skin of her breast and Natasha let out a cry of pain.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I wouldn't being saying things like that if I were you," Clint slowly pulled the tips of the blades out of her breast, "and I think now you'll be able to feel everything I do to you." Natasha's body began to tingle as she felt her muscles begin to respond, but of course that was useless with her being tied up.
"Clin-" the claws sunk again.
"Give me the code, Natasha," the claws were once again retracted, "or these will be stabbing something else." Clint looked down at her nether regions and Natasha's eyes widened. I can't give in, Natasha thought, but I really don't want to be stabbed there. Clint suddenly got on top of her and pinned her to the ground.
"I don't want to play your stupid games, Natasha. I want the code. So, give me the code," his hand trailed down to her belly and made tiny cuts all the way down to her belly button. This was it. If she gave him the code, she'd have S.H.I.E.L.D. to deal with. But if she didn't, she'd be killed by Clint.
"No." the word came out of her mouth before she could stop them. Natasha filled with fear and waited for the onslaught to come, but it didn't. Instead, Clint was taking the claws off and tossing them to the side. With each sound of the claws bouncing off the ground and into the shadow, Natasha let go of the breath she was holding back.
"No?" her attention was brought back to Clint who was now looking very angry.
"No." Natasha said once more. Suddenly, Clint got up and started walking towards the other side of the room. It sounded as if he was rustling through a bag. I have to try and get free, Natasha thought. Being as quiet as she could, Natasha tested the strength of the chains she was bound to, but found she was still too weak to even try. I've got to last until I can get free. The sound of metal being sharpened brought Natasha's attention back to Clint.
"To be honest, Natasha," Clint turned around and showed off the tiny knife in his hands, "I was rather hoping I would get to use these toys of mine on you." His smile only increased as he stepped closer to Natasha.
"But, luckily for you, I have thought of a better, less gruesome way to get an answer out of you and still keep that gorgeous body of yours intact." Clint crouched down to her feet and cut the zip ties that were keeping her bottom half pinned down. I should be so lucky, Natasha mentally rolled her eyes but was caught short when Clint's hands trailed up the inside of her legs and spread them wide.
"What are you-" Her head was pushed down onto the concrete by some sort of blind fold that was tied to bars beside her head. Like this, she couldn't raise her head and was blinded to whatever Clint was about to do. Clint's hands began to roam higher and higher until they were inches away from her center. Natasha hated her body's reaction to him being so close to her center, if it weren't the fact that they'd been lovers before she would have been able to be less responsive.
"You bad, bad assassin," Clint took a long whiff in the direction of her center, "wet for me already?" Clint chuckled and placed his cheek against her inner thigh, letting his tongue slip out and lick a steady strip. Natasha reluctantly shivered at the cold air that quickly replaced his warm tongue.
"No, stop-" Clint's tongue skipped straight to her center and licked a thick strip up her folds.
"You don't really want me to. You want me to keep going just like this." His tongue delved into her folds and found the bundle of nerves that were already beginning to swell with arousal. Natasha struggled against her bindings in an effort to kick him away but his grip on her thighs kept her from doing much. Clint's tongue began to get faster the more she struggled and soon Natasha was breathing very heavily from her climax becoming imminent.
"You're close, aren't you?" Clint chuckled. Natasha let out a groan of frustration that came out as a moan of pleasure, which only made Clint smile more.
"Unfortunately, I'm not giving you what you want until you give me what I want." Suddenly, he stopped and sat up between Natasha's legs. A whimper escaped Natasha's lips at the lost contact and Natasha cursed herself for it.
"Don't worry, Nat," he said as he stuck two more stakes in the ground beside her legs and zip tied them to each stake three feet apart, "I'll be back when you're less… excited." Clint stood up and walked back over to the keypad, leaving Natasha to lay there until her arousal was gone.