Hi guys, It has been a slow week for me. Don't feel up to do anything except to curl on the couch and read. It was raining over the weekend and it gave me time to do some writing. The story might be longer than I anticipate, so I hope you guys will continue to stay with me on this one. All mistakes are mine..all translation are google…

Thanks for fav and followed. Usual disclaimer stayed and thank you to Marvel for the character loan. I'll return them as soon as I can.

Happy reading….

Shila1378

Chapter 4 – Save me

Remember Paris…

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His head was pounding and the pain behind his eyes was excruciating.

God! Shouldn't have taken up Nat's suggestion for the night cap of vodka, of all things.

He lifted his hand to his head. Pain flared up causing him to gasp loudly and quickly stopped his movement. He tried to open his eyes. He managed to pry them open to a slit and that was enough to cause dizziness so he quickly shut them out.

He took a deep breath and another and another while trying to keep the nausea at bay. His mind still lingered on the pain on his hand. He tried to move his other hand and managed to grasp his shoulder with it. He tried opening his eyes again. The pounding and the nauseous feeling still there but the need to know what had happened made him pushed the feeling aside.

Clint squinted at his surroundings. All he could see was his car, well….what's left of it, anyway. The wreckage was on his left and he was lying on the wet cold ground not far from it. Then everything came back to him. The dinner with Nat. The drive on the scenic road. Nat's smile.

Natasha!

Clint bolted into a sitting position. The world tilted and his vision turned bright and painful. His ears were ringing and he had to take a deep breath and hold it. The ringing still continued and he groaned while holding his head. Clint blinked several times. He tried to shake the ringing sound from his head. The world spun wildly.

Ohh..bad mistake..No shaking the head Barton.

Still the ringing persisted. Clint sat still when he realized that it was actually his phone that had been given him the ringing sound. He searched his jacket and grabbed the phone.

'What!' He practically snarled into the phone. His vision still spinning.

'Is that how you answer your phone, Barton. Hmmmm…Hope I'm not interrupting you…You are not in…. whatever it is that you are doing, right?' Coulson's calm voice floating from the phone. Clint didn't even realized Coulson's attempt at humor. All that he knew was how glad he felt that Coulson called.

'God, Coulson, I'm glad you called.' Clint lay back to the ground and heaved a sigh of relief. 'Something happened and you need to help me'. The world still spun wildly. His head was pounding and he couldn't open his eyes.

'Barton, what happened? Where are you?' Coulson voice sounded too loud and Clint had to pull the phone away a bit.

'Please.. Don't shout. Just get here quick. I'm going to leave the phone on so you can track me. Hurry Coulson. They've got Natasha. They got her.' He whispered the last sentence. Clint's mouth felt too dry. His limb felt heavy. He knew he had a concussion and the way the blood flowed into his eyes, he knew the wound was deep. But he felt so freaking tired and he helpless. Natasha was gone and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

'Just get here, Coulson.' Clint dropped the phone by his side. The world spun and the noise was deafening. All he wanted was silence. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. He didn't hear the frantic call from his handler and friend. Clint Barton's world had gone silent.

'Barton! Barton! Answer me!'

Coulson was practically shouting into the phone, but he could only hear silence at the other end. He was glad he didn't take his own advice for not calling them tonight. The thought of them to be off grid too long didn't settle well with him considering with all the activities surrounding them this past few months. So he called early because he wanted to tell Clint to drop by R&D for the new bow the guys from tech had developed. Clint had few ideas during recovery and had shared with them in how to improve his bow and arrow. He had few suggestion on the arrow heads too and the tech wanted his first opinion on the prototype.

'Goddammit!' He closed the phone and quickly called the comm. central to place a trace on the phone. Then he dialed Fury. 'Sir, we have a situation.' He didn't give Fury a chance to say anything when the line was connected.

'Coulson. Didn't I tell you to go home couple of hours ago? Are you still in your office? And how is it that we have a situation that I didn't know first?' Fury demanded. Coulson just rolled his eyes; expect Fury to be on top of everything. The man told him to go home but instead he didn't take the same advice himself.

'I'm sorry, sir, but it's Barton and Romanoff. They…'

'Goddamnit! Now what? Did they do anything horrendously stupid…again? Whose agents was it this time? I swear Coulson if they…'

'Sir, Barton requested emergency extraction a moment ago. I need to …..' Coulson couldn't finish off his sentence when Fury interrupted him again.

'He's not even in a goddamn mission, Coulson, how can he asked for an extraction?'

Coulson quickly relayed the phone conversation he had with Clint to Fury. He tried to be calm and compose but inside he was freaking worried. Barton had just been cleared for duty last week and was about to report for active mission a day after tomorrow.

'Coulson! Are. You. Tracking. Him. Now?' Fury's question startled him. By the tone and the way he emphasized each word on the question made Coulson realized that that was not the first time Fury had askedhim. His phone beeped with coordinates of Barton's phone.

'Yes, Director. We have a locked on him. I'd like to go with the team, sir, if you'd allowed it.' Coulson was prepared to argue with Fury if he said no.

'Go and keep me informed.' Fury ordered him and cut the line.

Coulson quickly made his way to the garage of SHIELD's HQ where the evac team was waiting for him. A helicopter had already been dispatched to survey the area and they're flying to the coordinates as they speak. Coulson was relieved to hear that and ordered the team out.

During the drive, Coulson couldn't shake the feeling that this felt like a repeat of last month's incidence where Clint was shot by a sniper during his recon mission. Coulson was not about to lose any of his agents, not then and definitely not now. According to the intel, Clint was on the mountain road by the coast. They were about an hour away and the area was a forest reserved. Probably the helicopter couldn't land there but they could keep the area secured. Coulson ordered the driver to go faster.

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Natasha looked at Clint who was smiling at her and was about to say something when all of sudden the car swerved sideways. Clint shouted to her to hold on. They went over the railing and the side of the car hit a tree. She hit her head on the window and saw stars. The car kept moving down but thankfully did not overturn. Clint managed not to hit another tree but end up smashing onto the boulder on the driver's side. Clint's head hit the driver's window so hard that it smashed to smithereens. Both of them were thrown forward and if they were not wearing their seatbelt, they might get thrown out of the car.

The side of the car smashed inside and a tree branch fell and hit on the windscreen adding to the glittering glasses that littered them both. The tree branch whipped Natasha's side and she screamed painfully. Natasha tried to call out to Clint but she couldn't. Clint bloodied face was the last image she saw before blackness enveloped her.

Natasha immediately felt cold but her senses said that she was no longer in the car. Her side hurt and she realized that she was on a chair with her head was on her chest. She had to take few deep breath before her awareness returned.

She let her eyes remain closed and listen to her surroundings. She could hear a conversation not far from her. It was muffled but she knew by the voices that there were three of them, all male. She tried to move her hands but she was not surprised that she couldn't move them. They were tied behind her and the knot felt tight. Her feet were free – that was stupid, leaving her feet free - but she's not wearing her shoes. Somehow she felt that a small knife that she kept on herself was also missing.

They must have removed it when they checked her for weapons. Natasha had expected that so she quietly listened to the voices again. It was hard when the voices were muffled and her head started to pound. A headache was making itself known. She sighed heavily. When she had confirmed that she was alone, she lifted her head and opened her eyes slowly.

She was in the middle of a small room with a bright yellow light bulb shone directly on her head. The room was bare and the door looked like a steel iron with no handle. Apart from the chair she's currently occupied, the room was empty. There was a small window high up and barred. She couldn't see any light filtered from it and since the annoying yellow light was on, she assumed that it was still night.

So, I was not unconscious that long, then. Unless it has been two days..

Natasha frowned and tried to tug at her knots. She did not want to think that it has been more than a day. Since Barton was not in here with her, she assumed that either he was detained somewhere else or they didn't take him. Natasha breath stuttered for a second when her latter assumption could well meant that either Barton was not the target or he was d…

No no no no…NO! HE IS NOT DEAD!

Natasha shook her head regardless the headache and the nauseous feeling the action produced. Clint couldn't be dead. She was still reeling from that awful feeling when she heard the door to her room opened. She remained motionless and controlled her breathing so that whoever that was entering will thought that she was still unconscious.

'I know you are awake. You couldn't fool me. Come Natalia..let me see your pretty eyes'. The voice was sneering at her and she could feel that he is closing in on her. She lifted her head and opened her eyes, ready to glare at whoever that was that were so bold to kidnap world two best assassins.

A gasp came out from her mouth. Her eyes wide with disbelieve.

No…It can't be. He's dead. I saw him died.

'Hello Natalia or is it Natasha now. Welcome to my humble home. We are going to have so much fun and no one will interfere us anymore.'

His laughter was all she could hear and the closing of her cell's door sounded so final.

'Мойястреба...спасти меня.' My Hawk… Save me

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Oh dear…what have I done? I'm sorry to put Natasha on a tight spot, guys, but this was fun..(evil laughter…muuahahaha..ehemmm) and what about Clint…

Any ideas who had Natasha captive? Well.. you can guess.. Please leave reviews and comments…please please…pretty please…. Love to hear from you…

Stay safe uols.

Shila1378