Written for the 25 Word Prompt Challenge on Writer's Intuition (interested in joining in? Info on my profile).
Prompt: Strip
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I'm just an almost broke student in Canada.
Also, slighting inspired by Lucky Gun's fic Bruises. Read it if you haven't already.
It was during a team dinner when Tony had asked Clint what is was like to be under Loki's control. And he froze.
Stripped down to his very core, unable to do anything but watch as Loki explored his mind, unearthed his deepest secrets, learned his deepest secrets, Clint had felt naked. Violated.
Because it was unfair that the crazed Norse god who wanted to take over and rule Earth got to know his secrets, even the ones he hadn't told Natasha.
He remembered that when the Avengers had all met to see Thor and Loki off, when Loki's eyes had landed on him, they had lit up with mad glee, knowing that Clint would never forget his filthy, harsh touching of his mind.
Bringing himself out of the memories, Clint replied, "I don't really remember." And ignoring the rest of the team's concerned looks, dug back into his burger.
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