There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone's bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn't mean you're gonna die

Clint woke up slowly, groggily surveying the unfamiliar room he found himself in. He was just that side of sleepy to be unconcerned with the fact he couldn't remember getting to sleep, so he wasn't too bothered by the fact he didn't recognize the room. Clint entertained himself with reading the small print on a chart on the other side of the room, and when that got boring he studied the cracks in the ceiling, tracing there journey from above him to the furthest corner of the room.

And that was when he remembered exactly why he was there, sending a small thrill of fear shooting through his system which was quickly fanned into a crescendo when the door opened and Coulson stepped into the room, looking haggard and run down. The man perked up when he saw Clint alert and studying him, an emotion which he hid really well. But Clint saw it, Clint saw everything.

Where had that thought come from? He wondered, but before he could pursue it any further Phil Coulson drew himself a chair, sat down and began to speak.

"Are you feeling any nausea, dizziness, headaches?"

Clint's eyes widened and he paled significantly.

'We've given you a new dosage. Are you experiencing any headaches, nausea, dizziness or sore throat?'

Clint opened his mouth, only now noticing how dry it was. "Am I", he croaked, coughed and tried again, "Am I your prisoner?"

Coulson frowned. "No of course not", he seemed genuinely appalled by the idea, "You're here because we just rescued you from a genuinely mad scientist and we want to make sure you will be physically, and mentally, well".

"You're, you're going to do tests", Clint squeaked. Pain and needles, cuffed to a bed as icy fire replaced his blood and turned his bones to-

Coulson saw the reason for his panic, and quickly set to work trying to assuage it. "Not without your consent but Clint, don't you want to know what was done to you?"

"Of course, but-"

"I understand, we understand. Nothing will be done without your consent".

Clint licked his lips nervously and ducked his head. Wanting to ask, but so painfully unsure of the answer. "Can you-can you find out what happened to my brother". The only thing he remembered clearly.

Phil's expression was carefully blank. "Of course". He stood up and, without another word, left.

Leaving Clint alone to trace the cracks on the walls of his new prison- because that was what it was, wasn't it? They weren't ever going to let him go, especially when they learn about the fits. He was a menace, a danger. At least he was brave enough to admit it- Clint gave up.

He drifted away.

In his dreams Clint was walking along a dark road, on either side there was nothing. Just he and his road, and then the specters appeared. Rising out of the nothing and chasing after him, horrible faceless specters. They wailed, and as one their wails turned to words.

"-Useless, worthless boy. You're no son of mine".

"Run Clint, hide in the rafters, he cant find you there".

"On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead'

"-dead, they died in a car crash, terrible acci-"

"Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly!
A movement in the corner of the room!
And there is nothing I can do'

'-freak weirdo orphan-'

'Come on Clint, come with me. That way they wont separate us, come on little bro-'

'And I realise with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!'

Clint started running, faster and faster but the spectres always followed, taunting him with their words. He couldn't get rid of them, he couldn't rid himself of the past.

With a gasp he woke up, heart pounding in his ears.

Clint looked around the blank sterile room, evaluating his options before deciding yes. He pushed the button- a shiny large and red monstrosity so clichéd he winced every time he looked at it- to summon the doctor.

Maybe he couldn't get rid of his past, but he could damn well sure orchestrate his future.

XXX

Dr Greyson carefully studied the blood test results before him, a frown furrowing the smooth skin of her forehead. Samantha Greyson was a well built woman in her late thirties, and had a carefully cultivated reputation on what she did to agents who resisted medical attention. Nonetheless she was a good woman, and what she saw written on the screen in large bold letters, sickened and repulsed her.

She turned to her intern and son, Royce, who was nervously watching her from where he stood over a patient he had just finished sedating.

Samantha rubbed her temples tiredly, she was way too old for a job like this. It was times like these when she seriously considered retirement.

"Mother?" Royce asked in concern, "Are you alright?'

"Get Director Fury", she ordered after a pause, "And ask- no, on second thoughts tell him- to come to the medical ward, immediatly. We're about to have some serious complications with the new patient".

It did Royce credit that he didn't question the orders, and just nodded his head and exited the room at a professional brisk walk.

Left alone Dr Greyson opened her desk draw and took out her taser, checking that it was fully charged, before heading to room Me9.

Freaky lullaby in the middle of the nightmare is called 'The Cure'

Rest of the lullaby is below.

(I spy something beginning with S...)

On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly!
A movement in the corner of the room!
And there is nothing I can do
And I realise with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are around me and his tongue in my eyes
Be still, be calm, be quiet now, my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more
But it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight!

And I feel like I'm being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes
And I know that in the morning I will wake up
In the shivering cold

The spiderman is always hungry...

(Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly
I have something...)

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