Chapter 4

Clint woke with a sudden jolt but his face scrunched back up when the all too familiar pain off his head screaming at him, it was a pain that the archer never quite got used to no matter how many times he had been in this exact same situation.

The only difference this time round was the company he was keeping; he could see Scott still tired up and unconscious a few meters away lying on his side. His face was pale and smeared with dried blood but at least from what Clint could see the huge nose bleed had stopped. As for himself the archer was aware that he still had the duct tape strapped across his mouth and looking down at his form could see the matching zip ties around his ankles 'Great still can't talk, can't move and I have a half dead Scotty. These guys are not making thing easy for me'. Shaking his head Clint began to realise again how much his head actually hurt and how nauseas he was feeling. He didn't know what sort of state or injuries he had obtained during the whole ordeal but judging by his symptoms and the amount off blows to the head he had received, concussion was a massive probability.

Slowly as he could to not exacerbate his symptoms even more Clint `began to crane his head around the room to observe where they had been placed now. The pair was definitely in a large concrete cell, no windows, no furniture and the only way in or out was a large metal door. There was a small dangling light bulb above their head which was the only source of lighting and to the far wall behind Scott were a few shackling chains attacked from the ceiling, it didn't take rocket science for Clint to know that at some point him and Scott would have that to look forward to.

Clint needed to focus whatever these guys had in store for them it wasn't going to be pretty, he knew how much he could take with all his years of training. Heck it came with every job he had, he was so used to being battered and beaten on a regular basis it was a miracle he was still breathing. Scott on the other hand was far from being trained to handle long periods off torture; he wasn't weak far from it. The guy was skilled; he could take a hit, get back up and fight back even harder. Clint new first hand when him and Lang did their training together and when they went on missions, but this was different. Scott would not be able to fight back or defend himself. He knew that the kidnappers would use this to their advantage and make Scott their personal punching bag to get information from him. Clint also knew that it would work the other way in which they would torture him to get Scott to spill his guts. But what made it worse that the archer knew that like him Scott also has a smart a smart mouth and would probably use it to divert their kidnappers attention to himself to spare him as much pain as possible. Lang was smart but at the same time not the brightest when it came to engaging his brain before he spoke. It was a characteristic that Clint could relate to because he was guilty of it himself, maybe that's why the pair got along so well and wasn't just for the fact they were both dads.

Clint then began to think off his kids and the look of terror they had when this dyer situation began. This wasn't supposed to happen; he spent all their lives trying to keep them separate from this part off his life. Keep them safe from the villains who would no doubt harm them to make them pay for his actions. Even little Cassie, a small girl who like his own son and daughter will be forever carrying scars by this traumatic experience and all because he wasn't quick enough to save her dad from the bad guys. Clint had failed big time, he let his guard down and as a result he and Scott were captured and quite possibly will never make it back home. But the archer needed to think positive and not give up. Now that these kidnappers knew about both his and Scott's family what's to stop them from going after them, he need to get them both out as to protect their families. He just hoped that the kids did manage to escape and make the call for help.

Suddenly Clint heard the familiar groans off his team mate, turning his head he saw him beginning to stir. Scott's was rolling his head in discomfort as the true reality of his pain came back to him.

"Awwwwwww man I think I need more than orange slices this time..Fuck me I hurt "breathed Scott. The brunettes eyes suddenly shot open and he began rotating his jaw.

"Hey I can ta…" But was cut off when a huge coughing fir began taking his breath away and causing Scott's entire body to tremor by the onslaught of pain. "s…or…t oo…fff" his voice came out in chokes.

After a few seconds a panting Scott was able to get his breathing back under semi control, he turned his head and looked directly at Clint who in turn was looking at him. From what Scott could see the archer didn't look to good, he was pale and had a scary amount of blood matting his dark blonde hair and coving the majority off his forehead. He had a monstrous right black eye which was accompanied by numerous gashes littering his temple and cheek and annoyingly the duct tape was still present.

"Clint buddy are you ok?...Stupid question you can't answer" Scott's voice was very strained

The archer rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smirk at Scott's comment, he was glad the brunette was wake and seemed to be ok, in a strange way he was beginning to miss is goofy fellow Avengers company. Grasping the more serious issue at hand he also needed Scott to be awake to help begin to make a plan of action. The archer started muffling sentences at Scott to try and communicate with him. Scott looked at him in confusion trying to work out what Clint was trying to say.

"Clint I have know idea what you are saying" This response made Clint muffle even louder and motion his head to get Scott to come to him "Hang on dude calm down I will come to you…..See if we can get that tape off you" With that Scott began to compose himself and taking a deep breath he painfully started crawling towards Clint.

'Finally on board with the memo' Clint thought to himself.

Eventually and resulting in sheer discomfort Scott reached Clint's side gasping, for a few of seconds the brunette laid still to get him breathing back under control. " OK right ummmmm that was painful" panted Scott who then looked at Clint.

"Now let's get that gag off" He then readjusted himself so that his face was only inches away from Clint's "OK now Clint this is going to be a bit weird sorry, but I need you talking buddy" The archer stared at him with a somewhat confused expression and with that Scott leaned forward and began to try and pray the top corner of the tape with his teeth.

'Oh god Scott seriously, most people would try to at least use their hands first' Clint screamed in his head but still tried to remain as still as possible. Eventually Scott managed to get the corner to come loose and started slowly and carefully peeling the material away, the action made Scott pant and lungs hurt extremely but still he continued until it finally came away.

Scott's head slumped onto Clint's shoulder, the duct tape still hanging from his mouth and sticking to his chin. The archer let out a huge siy and began flexing his jaw to get the motion back. "Thanks man"

"No problem it's good to finally hear your voice again" responded the young brunette whose head was still leaning against Clint's shoulder. "

"Happy to hear my pretty voice too, started missing it myself" The remark made both men chuckle. "Well I also must admit Barton you have the bluest off eyes I have ever seen". Both Avengers again started chuckling at the random banter they were having.

"Very flattering Lang and compliments to your unbelievable green eyes too but sorry I'm married" Clint smirked and then looked at Scott. "But one question wouldn't it off been easier if you just turned your back to me and used your hands would off saved you the trouble off having duct tape stuck to your tongue?"

Scott began to slide back and try and spit out the tape but to no avail, it was now securely attacked to his lower mouth and chin. The brunette huffed in frustration knowing now the material wasn't going anywhere. "I honestly never thought off doing it that way, using my mouth was the first idea that came into my head"

As the moment off humour passed, for a few seconds silence once again filled the cell as the seriousness off the situation started drawing on both Avengers. " You have a plan on how we are going to get out off this?" questioned Scott.

"Not yet but working on I, might have to sit tight for now until an opportunity presents itself or hopefully till back up arrives" replied Clint in his more normal serious tone.

"You hoping the kids got away alright and got a destress signal out" Scott inquired.

"Hopefully yes otherwise I hate to admit it we might be a bit strewed, But in the meantime Scotty I need you to keep your head down and not draw to much attention to yourself. These guys are going to hurt you a lot but I will try and keep their attention more on me for as long as possible OK. But when it comes to them torturing me to get you to talk, whatever you do don't give in…..understand"

Scott's mouth became agape and stared baffling at Clint "Hang on man I'm not going to sit back and watch you receive my share off the beatings…That shit ain't happening" The archer let out a frustrated breath, he knew Lang was stubborn and trying to persuade him to listen to his instructions was probably a complete waist off time but he had to be persistent because in the end it would more than likely result in Scott getting killed.

"Look Scott you need to listen to me, this is a serious situation we are in and the best thing you can do to help is keep that mouth off yours shut when these shitheads are around" The archer could slowly feel his patience running a bit thin.

"Hey I'm not a child you know, we are the same age so don't think I'm some useless, weak punk kid who can't handle himself" Scott angrily shot back.

"Lang seriously why are you so stubborn, first off I never said you are weak I implied you have a big mouth, secondly I am actually 4 months older than you and thirdly this is not my first rodeo. I know what people like this are capable off and I need to keep you as safe as I can…..Please Scott just listen to what I am saying and….." But Clint was immediately cut off by the sudden loud clanging off the metal door which drew both captives attention.

Seconds later the door swung unlocked and swung open revealing the faces off their captors. There stood a tall, well dressed bald headed man who was accompanied by two what could only be described as Mexican wrestlers with guns. Their sheer size dominated everything near them and even made their extremely tall boss look like a dwarf.

"Oh Shit" said Clint under his breath but continued to stare at the newest arrivals.

"Well Well Well you are both finally awake, you should know me Barton I don't like to be kept waiting" The bald headed man tutted.

Scott's expression changed from a scowl to a look off confusion as he began to look back and forth between Clint and their kidnapper. "Hang on Clint do you know this guy?"

"Actually yes he does Scott and ironically we both have something in common as well" The tall man spoke up. The brunette's confusion deepened but was beginning to be accompanied by fear.

"We do ….oh god look man if you somehow lost your job because off the whole Vista Corpe incident I am very sorry but word of advice you should off thought about that before you started working for a complete douchebag" The remark made the tall man bust into a loud yet sinister laugh which made Scott's skin crawl.

"Quirky sense of humour I like it but not quite. You see not that long ago Scott you took out someone who was actually very dear to me" The young brunette's mouth was once again agape, fear was beginning to rap around his entire body making his blood turn cold. He didn't like where this was going but looking more closely at their captor he couldn't believe that he didn't notice before, the resemblance was unbelievable and scary.

"I am William Cross the cousin off the late great Darren Cross"

There we go another chapter done and finished I hope it was OK

Bit off a back story I chose William Cross because I thought he would be a great villain. He sort off does tie Scott and Clint together because in the comic he was Crossfire, an adversary to both Ant Man and Hawkeye. He was also Darren Cross's cousin so thought that because Scott killed Darren, William would have good reason to want revenge on him.

Will have to do a bit off research on Hawkeye's and Crossfire's run in coz I'm not too familiar but I know they have done. It is something I would like to add in and make a back story into how Clint has defeated William and want to go after him as well.

There were also two references I threw in, I don't know if you will get them straight away especially one if you haven't seen Civil War but just thought it would be fun to add them

Anyway I hope you liked it and PLEASE! Review. I need to know if anyone is actually reading this story and if yes if I need to improve. THANKYOU :D