Clint Barton could not move. He could not speak. Hell, he felt like he could not even breathe. And at the same time he was moving, speaking and breathing. He saw himself moving around the crowded room, heard himself giving orders. But was that really him? Or was it someone else, something else? Because Clint would never shoot at fellow agents, Clint would never shoot at Fury and Clint certainly would not team up with some crazy god with minority complexes, waving around a blue glowing staff. Clint also would not steal a dangerous piece of technology from S.H.I.E.L.D. and then run of to lead an alien army to his planet.

Clint screamed. He screamed as loud and as long as he could. He screamed out his agony, but no one seemed to notice. Maybe because not a single sound left his mouth. He tried to fight it, tried to break free, tried to stop that something from using his body to do all those awful things. But that something just laughed at him for even trying to resist. It told him, that he would never be able to stop it.

But that thing did not know Clint Barton. He would find a way out of this. Life had taught him to fight his way through. If it were not for this ability Clint would not have made it past the age of three.

So he kept on fighting, using all of his strength. Trying to keep his feet from moving, to keep his hands from grabbing his bow. He fought and screamed until he had worn himself out completely. And then he screamed and fought some more, until he did not know where he was, or who he was anymore.

Meanwhile the small group of super-heroes had assembled on the helicarrier and was seated at a big round table. D. Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff and Captain Steve Rogers looked at Phil Coulson and Director Fury. They were waiting for an explanation.

„Yesterday at 1025 an individual from the planet of Asgard reached Earth. He calls himself Loki and says he wants to free us from freedom.

He then stole what we call the tesseract, an alien piece of technology that we consider very dangerous. He somehow managed to gain control over Dr. Selvigg, an expert on the tesseract. We believe he will use him somehow to activate it. So, we need you to find Loki and the tesseract and stop him." Fury showed the team footage of the tesseract and of Loki.

„We also have another problem!" Phil's face was worried.

„Loki did not only manage to gain control over Dr. Selvigg and some of our agents but also over Agent Clint Barton." Natsha met Phil's gaze and for a short moment the two agents shared their concern for their friends well being.

„Agent Barton, codename Hawkeye, is a valuable member of this agency. If in any way possible you are to retrieve him alive."

„No problem, sir, we will bring back your team members unharmed." Steve liked where this mission was going. Not only could they save the whole planet. They could also save their fellow comrades.

„This might not be as easy as it seems, Captain." Now even Fury looked worried.

„Hawkeye has been in this agency for years now. He is probably the best sniper we have. His weapon of choice is a 70 inch, 40 lbs recurve bow, And he never misses." Fury stopped when Tony shook his head sarcastically. „I think we can handle Legolas."

„I warn you to not underestimate Hawkeye. He can put an arrow into your eyeball from a mile away. And he doesn't use standard issued arrows. I believe that an explosive arrow might even harm you in your fancy suit." That comment shut Tony up.

„What the director wants to say, is that you need to be careful. Do what you need to fulfill your mission...but if possible bring Hawkeye back in one piece." Slowly the new super-hero group realized, that something about that agent was special, and that Phil Coulson would not be happy to hear that his hawk would not fly anymore.

„Gentlemen, get to work!" With that Fury left the table, followed by Phil Coulson.

„So, Agent Romanoff, this Hawkeye, do you know him?", Bruce asked.

„I do."

„And, what it is about him that makes Coulson so nervous?"

„Coulson brought Clint in. He is his handler. And Clint is... he's good at what he does."

It was clear, that that was not the real reason, but it was just as clear, that Natasha would not say anymore right now.

So the team got to work. Well, Bruce got to work, trying to find the tesseract. Everyone else prepared themselves to fight a demi-god and a brainwashed archer.

When Clint resurfaced again, he needed some time to orientate. Then it hit him again. He was a captive. In his own body. Clint was starting to feel panic, but years of training helped him push it back. He needed to concentrate. He needed to find a way to stop Loki.

The first thing he noticed was, that he was not in that dark room anymore. He was in the open and judging by the writing on houses and signs, he was not even in the USA anymore but in Germany. What the hell was he doing in Germany?

The answer to that question made Clint want to scream again. Everything went down so fast. He barely had time to realize how his hand reached for one of his arrows and sent it right into a man's eyeball. Clint prayed for this to be a nightmare. Yes he was used to killing, but he would never shoot a civilian. Clint needed to do something, anything to stop this horror. He concentrated on what his first teacher had taught him.

„Breathe Clint. Breathe in, breathe out. Close your eyes. See your aim inside your head. Your eyes will only distract you from your true aim."

So Clint closed his eyes. He felt himself breathe and it calmed him down. When his body knelt down to cut out the poor man's unharmed eye, Clint concentrated on his hand. And then he stopped. His hand had almost reached his knife when it stopped. Clint kept on breathing and his hand did not move again. His body knelt on the cold ground. The other agents started staring at him, waiting for him to continue with their mission. Slowly the were starting to worry. This was not going according to the plan.

Clint was feeling better fort he first time in two days. He might not have found the strength to fight Loki yet, but this was a start. He had gained back some control.

And that was, when hell broke loose.

Clint had never felt such an agony before. There was no way to describe the pain, that was radiating through his mind. Clint found himself screaming again, trying to fight off Loki's touch. But he pain would not pass. It kept on until it had reached every corner of his mind. It tore down every wall Clint had erected around his memories. It searched for the most painful ones and forced them upon him. The last thing Clint saw, was his hand cutting out the man's eye. Then he was lost in his personal hell.