Hi guys, I'm SO SORRY for the long wait. I know it's been like three months since my last update, I've just not had much time with school and homework and more homework. Just school in general really, ah why school why? This chapter is reasonably long and I warn you now there is torture in it and it's the first time Clint and Barney have met since Clint was a child. How will he react? Also I have gone back and redone the first part of chapter two. You don't need to go back and read it. I've just changed the way Barney left but if you want it would be great if you could read it. Anyway, I shall let you read the story, again I do apologise for the long update, I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own the avengers and sadly I never will.

Chapter 6

Clint sat in the silent room. Anger and rage starting to build up inside him, his head dropped backwards against the wall with a painful thud but he didn't care. The hollowness in his heart, the sadness the fear that he had locked up at the back of his mind had broken through the wall which he had built up over many years. A wall that had been indestructible, unbreakable was falling apart and his emotions were starting to burst through like water through a dam.

Thoughts that he had locked up and refused to let show, thoughts that he had blocked out with the missions for S.H.I.E.L.D or with the Avengers started passing through his head. Why had Barney helped a criminal? What had he done that had forced him to turn against his brother? What was it that had made up Barney's mind into leaving his younger brother without on the streets for dead?

There was one question that had come to his mind now though. What was Barney doing here?

Clint looked at the corner he knew his brother was in. He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it had taken him so long to link the voice with the name. He couldn't believe that a man that had disappeared from his life so long ago had appeared in it again. Someone that had ruined his life had the opportunity to do it for a second time.

He wanted to speak but he didn't know what to say. Clint Barton, the person who could keep up an argument with Tony Stark didn't know what to say. There were so many thoughts going around his head so many things he wanted to do and say but he couldn't speak them. He didn't know what to do.

There was something stinging the back of his eyes, pain flaring inside him. The pain was sharp and left a dull ache behind as he let his emotions take a bigger hold on him. He let his head fall back against the wall again but still didn't care about the pain. Slowly his thoughts turned into words and he said the one thing he needed to know for certain before he said anything else.

"What's your name?" he forced out. Barney looked up with confusion covering his face.

"Barney Barton, why?" he replied. Clint looked up to the ceiling of the room and forced himself to stay calm.

"No reason. I thought I recognised your voice."

"Do you?" Barney asked his curiosity aroused.

"How did you get here?" Clint asked ignoring the question his brother had just asked.

"What?" The confusion that had been on the older Barton's face before returned.

"How did you end up in here?" He hated the fact that his voice sounded strained.

"I had a disagreement with the guy in charge" he said and Clint closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing, slowly counting to ten at the same time. It was a technique his handler, Phil Coulson, had taught him when had first joined SHIELD, to help calm his anger and help keep a level head in a tough situation.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine" Clint growled. "Why did you do it?"

"What?"

"Swordsman, you helped him, when I was 12. You helped him steal from the carnival"

There was silence as what Clint had said sunk into Barney. "Clint?" he asked with all the shock he was feeling filling his voice.

Clint ignored what Barney had said and went straight to the point, not being able to keep his anger in any longer. "You left me out in the rain for dead" he shouted.

"Clint I, I had to" Barney tried to defend himself but Clint was having none of it.

"Had to? You had the chance to not help him; you didn't have to do anything. You could have sided with your brother not a criminal!" There was another long silence as both of them contemplated what Clint had said. All of it true and all of it was something Clint had tried his hardest not to think about. All of it was questions Clint had asked himself several times after he had woke up years ago and slowly recovered from the incident.

"Clint I" Barney started before he was interrupted by the door opening. Both Barton's looked towards the door and the man walking in. He was a reasonable height and quite bulky. He wore black torn jeans and had a white shirt on, the top button undone and it was untucked from his bottoms. It was almost clean except for the drop of red on the collar. There was a gun at his waist next to a knife and Clint was pretty sure he had others hidden elsewhere.

His black hair was slicked back over his head showing his dark blood thirsty eyes and he had a little stubble growing on his chin. "Ah Mr Barton, I see you are awake. How have you enjoyed your stay?" he said.

Clint glared at the man, his anger still rising. "The rooms could do with a little extra colour and I've slept in smaller spaces that were better than this. It's also been very boring sitting in this room. Overall my stay here has been great" he said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

The man smiled, "well Mr Barton, I can assure you your stay here will become more eventful, maybe just not in a good way." He made a gesture towards Clint with his hands and two men walked in, each carrying a gun in one hand.

Both of them walked over towards Clint and the one on the left, the taller of the two, raised his foot and kicked Clint in the side. As he doubled over in pain the guy punched him in the face and the two took the opportunity to pull him to his feet and tie his hands together before walking him out the room.

Clint was led through the corridors by the two men arm in arm, letting them lead him towards another room, memorising the route in which he was being dragged. A large metal door with a small barred window was swung viciously open and Clint was dragged roughly through it. This room, unlike the other was circular and had a wooden chair at the back of it. He was pulled over to the chair and shoved unceremoniously down into it. As his weight landed on the seat it wobbled and creaked slightly.

His hands were tied roughly behind the back of the chair with a thick piece of rope, which was pulled painfully tight around his wrists.

"Mr Barton" the man said.

"Jason Green," Clint replied in an even tone, guessing that the guy before him was the man he had been after, who he was still going to take to SHIELD.

"Well it's nice to have a conversation with someone not from around here" Green said.

Clint nodded in fake agreement, "Where is here exactly? I'm always looking for information to expand my knowledge on America. I tend to do it by keeping track of where I am at all times."

"That's nice to know, I would prefer if my men took a leaf out of your book and tried to become at least marginally smarter. It can be quite boring being the only one with a brain around here."

"Ah come on, you should give them some credit. They can't be any worse than you. I really don't see why your ego is so big." Green raised his fist and punched Clint on the cheek making his head jerk to the side. Clint turned back and looked at Green, ignoring the pain erupting from his cheek and smiled. "Is that all you've got, I've seen dead men with more fight in them than you" he teased. Again, Clint was rewarded with a punch to the face but he forced himself not to make a noise, to not give them any satisfaction. No matter what he wanted to believe he knew worse was coming and that a few punches were the least he needed to worry about.

Several more punches followed, hitting Clint where ever they could, his face, his arms, his stomach. They hit him everywhere, one after another on an ongoing cycle until after a few minutes they stopped. His breathing harder and more painful, had he broken a rib? Clint turned his head towards the figure in front of him and spat out the blood mixed with saliva, aiming for the man's face. He would admit that he had a little satisfaction when he saw the man wipe the red slimy mixture off his chin with the back of his sleeve. That was the least he deserved.

A grim smile appeared on Jason Green's face as he looked at his shirt sleeve, now with a mix of Clint's blooded added to what was already there. He looked at Clint, his smile only growing wider and more unnerving. "It's very impressive, most people make some sought of noise when they're punched several times. I wonder how long it will take."

Clint watched as the man brought his arm up again for a final punch, this time it landed on Clint's jaw with more force than the other hits. He had obviously angered his captor. Clint felt the chair tip backwards and he was pulled to the ground with it, his head making contact with the cement floor with a sickening crack.

It echoed around the room and inside Clint's head as he kept his head still, looking up at the ceiling as his vision switched between focus. Clint stayed in the same position as there wasn't much else he could do with his hands bound behind him, he couldn't even check to see if his head was bleeding; although he was almost certain it was. He couldn't expect to hit his head that hard on the floor with no protection and not cause it to start bleeding. He would just wait for them to pull the chair back up. Slowly, he let his eyes drift shut, blocking the light in the room out. It helped with the pain slightly, especially the headache that was now forming at the back of his head.

Clint tried moving his hands into a different position, which was difficult considering they were behind him and had his entire weight was on top of them. After a few seconds he gave up as he only succeeded in making himself more uncomfortable and caused more pain as his squashed hands tried to move from a position that was already causing him enough discomfort.

A minute passed and he slowly opened his eyes in enough time to see the two men from before walk over to him and pull the chair back onto its four legs. Clint was almost grateful for the pressure released off of his hands. As he stretched them slightly he noticed that his third finger hurt and ached more, especially when he tried to move it. He had probably broken it.

Jason Green walked over to the door where a man on guard outside handed him a quiver of arrows and a bow. His quiver and bow Clint thought bitterly, hatred rising inside him as the man took them and pulled an arrow out of the quiver.

One of the normal arrows Clint noted. Clint watched on in anger as his equipment was thrown on the ground like a dirty rag, except for the one arrow that Green swung back and forth in his hand. "It's ironic don't you think. That the Hawk has his own weapon turned against him" Green said, his smile reappearing as he pulled the arrow down his chest, tearing the fabric and causing blood to appear and run down his clothes.

Clint gritted his teeth, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he tried to ignore the burning pain as Green carried on, driving the arrow across his skin. He closed his eyes and thought about something else, anything else but what was happening. He didn't care what as long as it wasn't the present. His mind drifted to the Avengers and the friends he had grown up never thinking he would have. He started thinking about the last time they had tried the team bonding idea that Fury had told them to do.

Six people, all trained to kill, all with different personalities that always seemed to clash, gathered around a small coffee table in teams of two trying to play a game of scrabble wasn't going to work, and it didn't. It had ended with a lot of arguing and shouting, and in some cases weapons were drawn. Luckily for them and everyone in a ten mile radius Pepper had turned up at the right time to diffuse the oncoming fight and added the game to the bin outside Stark Tower that was already overflowing with the board games never to be permitted across the entrance of the tower again.

Clint stayed thinking of everything that had happened in the past few weeks and soon found his train of thoughts on two people, Natasha and Barney. The one person he loved and cared for and the one person that he had mixed feelings on.

Every now and then he was brought back to the present by the pain but he forced himself to not moan or think about it. The last time he was brought back was by Jason talking. He didn't know if seconds had passed, minutes or even hours and he didn't care. Now that he had been brought back to the present his mind was only focused on the man in front of him and the pain erupting over nearly his entire body.

"Not even a peep, I am impressed. I had heard the assassin was hard to break but I didn't think it would be this hard. Oh well, there's still a lot of time. Do you want to speak to your friends?" he asked with venom in his voice. "Say hello." Clint looked at the camera pointing towards him and then back to Jason. "I said say hello" he said forcing the arrow into Clint's leg.

Clint let out a moan at the unexpected pain erupting from the arrow now in his leg. "So the Hawk does feel pain."

"So the idiot still hits like a girl" Clint replied in an even tone. Green looked at him and then turned the camera on himself and started talking to it. Clint kept his eyes on him as he walked around the room, the camera switching between the two of them every so often. After several more minutes he switched the camera back to Clint. "Say good bye" he said turning it off.

Clint glared at the man as his hands were untied and he was pulled to his feet. He was half dragged and half limping his way out of the room, feeling his now shot leg collapse slightly whenever any weight was put on it.

"Same time tomorrow Mr Barton" he heard as he was thrown roughly on the floor of his original cell. The one with Barney inside.

"Yeah" Clint muttered as he looked at the door slam shut.

There we go Clint and Barney have had their first conversation in years and it didn't go too well either also the other avengers officially know what has happened with Clint so now they can start to work on a plan. Who else wants to know the explanation for Barney's disappearance and will it be a good reason or not. I want to say thanks to pottyandweezlbe89 for the review, I'm glad you liked it.

Updates will probably still be quite slow but I will try to speed them up (remember reviews keep me going) so please take a little time to let me know what you think and if there is anything you want to see happen next.

Until next time bye.