Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avengers'. I in no way intend to infringe on any copyrights, I just was to have a little fun. At Clint's expense.

A/N: Hello! This is my next story. It'll be dark and twisted, just like my pen name. If you'd like me to continue, please let me know. I'm writing this for myself but I'll be willing to share it if you'd like me to.

This story will not be cannon. I don't like the idea of Black Widow and Hawkeye having a sexual relationship, besides, that'll screw up my fun. As well, Gordon Cave is a character of my own making. How else was I going to make Black Widow do what I'm going to make her do?

Enjoy!

Chapter One

Clint was used to being able to do anything he set his mind to. His body was a lethal weapon as was his mind. He'd spent a lot of time and energy to ensure that he was capable to dealing with anything. He was Agent Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye. He was a member of SHIELD. He helped to keep the world safe from any form of deliberate harm.

At the moment though, Clint couldn't move a muscle. His well toned body was useless to him as he found himself lying on the carpeted floor. It took a few moments to remember the events that led up to him being here. He'd been invited by his partner, Natasha Romanoff AKA Black widow, for a drink. It wasn't an unusual request. The two of them were partners so they were close. Clint enjoyed drinking a beer and unwinding in her company.

Natasha had been her usual self. As relaxed as an assassin could ever get as she handed him a bottle she'd opened in her kitchen. Clint was on the couch, enjoying the quiet. He enjoyed his new job working with the Avengers but really, Tony Stark talked too much. That was one thing that he and Tasha didn't do. They were familiar enough with each other that they rarely needed to mince words. He wished absently that Tony had figured out that art.

"How was it?" Clint asked as he took a swig from the bottle. Tasha knew what he liked and kept it stocked in her fridge. He did the same thing for her. All of them, with the exception of Thor who moved between here and Asgaard, lived in Tony Stark's building. It was just easier and there were more than enough rooms.

"Routine," Tasha responded as she sank down onto the chair across from the couch. During her last assignment they'd lost communications with the red haired assassin for twelve hours. While not entirely unexpected, it had still set his nerves on edge. Clint was used to being her back up that was what partners did.

"What happened during the black out?" Clint asked. He knew Tasha had been debriefed by Nick Fury and that she probably couldn't talk about the specifics of the assignment but he had to ask.

"Nothing of consequence," Tasha said. She held a glass in her hand but Clint had noticed that she hadn't taken a sip. That was unusual. Also out of the ordinary was the predatory way she seemed to be looking at him. Something was off.

"Something had to have gone wrong," Clint tried to say but his body wasn't functioning quite right. The room was suddenly starting to shift under him. Clint tried to put his beer on the coffee table between them to keep from dumping it only to find he couldn't. The bottle fell nerveless from his hand as he slowly slid sideways onto the couch.

"I'm to send you Gordon Cave's regards," Tasha purred as she set her drink down and moved over to Clint. A prisoner in a body that had betrayed him, Clint could do nothing but watch. He'd lost all control over his body. The only thing he could do was move his eyes as he watched his partner and friend betray him just as his body had.

Gordon Cave. The name reverberated through his mind as he watched Tasha move the chair and table away from the couch. The twelve hours of silence was beginning to make sense but also to raise more questions. Tasha was a very well trained operative. How the hell had Gordon got hold of her and brainwashed her in such a short time? It was the only scenario that made sense.

Gordon was a man Clint had tried to capture or kill twice. Despite all of his training and Tasha's they hadn't managed it. Clearly he was even better connected than Clint had originally feared.

"W..w..why?" Clint managed, the word coming out garbled.

"Revenge of course," Tasha responded happily. Now that the furniture was moved, she came over to her motionless partner. This was something she wasn't used to. Clint sitting still was usually a warning that he was about to do something violent. This time, however, it was her that was about to pounce.

Tasha caught hold of Clint's left arm and pulled him down onto the floor. That was where he'd come back to himself just a moment before. Clint's partner took the time to straighten out his body before disappearing from his line of sight.

Fear burned through Clint's system. His breathing increased as did his heart rate while his blue eyes searched around for his partner. This couldn't be happening. Fury had tested Tasha after her disappearance. Clearly the director had been satisfied that nothing untoward had happened during that time but just as clearly, he'd been wrong.

"Gordon Cave is a real fan of yours, Clint," Tasha purred as she settled down beside Clint. He felt her hands slip under his shirt, her fingers running over his abdomen and stomach as she pulled the cotton material up. The sensation sent spikes of fear through his mind and body. He and Tasha had yet to be intimate. It was why their partnership worked so well. It wasn't muddied by romantic entanglements. The feel of her hands on his body, though, broke through all the logic he'd created to maintain their platonic relationship. It felt so good!

"He wants to make sure you suffer," Tasha continued. She had his shirt up, exposing his well muscled stomach and rib cage. Clint railed in his mind, trying desperately to make his body obey his commands. Nothing happened.

There was absolutely no hesitation in Tasha's hands as she ran them over Clint's chest. The sensation was chilling and arousing at the same time. For a split second Clint was glad his body was beyond his control. His blue eyes widened as he saw Tasha pull a meat mallet from behind her back. With an expression of glee, she hit the metal hammer against Clint's right side.

Pain exploded through his system. Clint did little more than grunt as the pain flashed over him, taking his breath away. His blue eyes closed as he rode the waves, trying to get control as he felt the mallet strike again and again. She'd broken or cracked three ribs. Breathing was difficult from both the damage and the pain. Tears welled up in the corners of Clint's eyes in reaction to the damage done to him.

"There," Tasha said as she sat back on her heels. "Now comes the fun part. The drug I gave you is going to wear off in a few minutes. You're going to act as if nothing has happened. If any of the others figure out you've been injured I'll be forced to kill them."

Tasha stood up and turned away. Clint could hear through the roaring in his ears a drawer open and close in the kitchen fifteen feet away. Tasha had returned the mallet to its home. Then she came back, standing at his feet and staring down at him. She hadn't even bothered to pull his shirt back down.

"You know I can do it. It's what I'm trained for. If you keep our little secret your friends will be allowed to live. If you say anything or give any indication at all that something is up, I'll kill everyone in this building, one by one. You'll get a front row seat to each performance," Tasha stated, her voice cold and emotionless.

Despair settled over Clint while he continued to feel pain radiating from his ribs. She was right. She could do it. From the complete lack of remorse, he knew she would, without a moment's hesitation. Fear rose up, nearly strangling him. Gordon Cave's revenge was brilliant. Not only was Clint going to be made to suffer physically, the suffering would be mental as well as he watched his partner do unspeakable things to him.

Bile rose in Clint's throat. He managed to swallow it as he watched Tasha rearrange her furniture. His finger twitched in response to the pain. His heart froze in grief. What had Gordon done to her?