He woke up tied to a chair.
It was musty and dark, he could smell the mold that was throughout the whole room and hear rodents scampering across the concrete floor. Actually, from what he could tell, the whole room was covered in concrete.
He was shivering, he didn't know how it happened, but he was soaked from head to toe.
"Ah ha, so you're finally awake." Someone said calmly.
"Who are you?" Was his remediate response.
The mysterious person circled around, as if examining him. "Tsk tsk, agent, you don't really think I'm that stupid to give you my name, we've only just met!" The man said mockingly.
Clint stayed silent.
"Let's begin." The man ripped off Clint's blindfold, letting streams of light abuse his eyes. "Now, as I recall, you know nothing about me, but I know almost everything about you."
"That's not creepy." Clint said under his breath, sarcastically.
"Actually you're not that off about me, but I would say more maniacal than anything else."
Clint was stunned, no right of mind person would admit to that.
"I'm done having this conversation, let's move on."
"Oh, but we've just begun!" Clint grinned to himself.
"Yes, I wish I could stay and chat, but I am on a tight schedule." The man said back, then for the first time walked in front of Clint so he could see the man's face.
He looked like any given day guy. His blond hair was cut very short, not quite a buzz cut, but the next step up. His eyes were dark brown, blending into the black centers. He was very tall, probably 6.5 at the very least. He was wearing jeans and black t-shirt with black shoes. All in all, if you saw this man on the street, you would think he was just a regular guy, maybe even with a family. The only thing wrong with that picture was that he was holding a knife.
"Do you see that camera?" He pointed just ahead of him, maybe ten feet away. "That camera is going to capture all your pain."
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Alex woke up, she knew something was off.
3:37 am, was what her clock said on her nightstand.
"James." She whispered to her roommate sleeping beside her. She heard a thump, making her more on edge. "James!" Whisper had turned sharper.
"Mmm?" He groaned into his pillow.
Suddenly there was a short yell and a loud banging noise coming from down the hall. That had woken James completely, he sat up quickly. "Was that just me, or did you hear that too?" He asked her.
All she could do was answer with a swift nod before she jumped out of bed and headed out of their room. She opened the door slightly before it was slammed shut and James's body blocking her way.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked him.
"What do you think I'm doing? What do you think you're doing? I can't just let you out there!" He accused back to her.
"Oh well excuse me!" With that she shoved past him and headed towards the place where the sound came from.
James rolled his eyes and gave a frustrated sigh before following her down the hall.
They both had gotten to Clint's bedroom door. Alex reached for the handle, but James grabbed it first. "At least let me go in before you do, just to be sure." He trailed off at the end, noting that it sounded really cheesy.
Alex didn't seem to notice, and just nodded along with it.
He opened the door cautiously, immediately regretting to not have some sort of weapon with him. That thought quickly vanished as he took in the scene before him.
Clint was standing by the bed, blanket in hand, and was glaring down at the bedside table while he was rubbing the side of his head.
"What in the name…" James asked while Alex was snickering in the background.
Clint turned around quickly, startled that the two of them had made an entrance. "Uhh, I fell off the bed..." He answered stupidly, unsure of what else to say.
Alex gave a full on laugh and made her way over to him. "We can see that, are you okay?" Asking with humor in her tone.
He nodded and flinched at the movement. "Ow…" He mumbled and rubbed his head again.
She forced him down to sit on the bed. "Let me have a look at that." She turned his head to the side and rubbed her hand over a bump, which made Clint flinch again. "That's a pretty big goose egg on your head. James, will you go get and icepack?"
James nodded and left the room.
Soon it was just those two alone. Alex was first to break the silence. "Can I ask what made you fall off your bed?"
Clint looked up at her, then back down at his hands. "I just had a weird dream."
"Sounds more like a nightmare."
Clint hesitated. "No, well, it was more of like a flashback, but I don't remember if it was real or not. You know?"
She nodded. "Do you think it was real?"
He looked up at her again. "I sure hope not."
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Natasha stared at the blank wall in front of her.
She had woken up at four in the morning and wasn't able to get back to sleep. Too many thoughts clouded her brain, most of which included Clint.
Clint. He has been missing for only about a week now, but to her it felt like much longer.
The morning she found out he was missing, she didn't really comprehend it. Sure she got to work on finding him and everything, but it was only until later that night when she fully took in that information and had a full on breakdown.
Something was missing from her life, it felt like once Clint was gone the other half of her was gone. It sounds cliché, but she can't deny that it's true.
"Natasha?" Bruce Banner called from the other side of the door.
She quickly wiped her tears that she hadn't even realized were falling down her face, and looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am. Time flies when you're having fun.
Opening her door she sees a tired looking doctor in the clothes he worn yesterday with a folder in his hand. "Yes?" She asks.
"Cap-…Steve found something." He answered, almost out of breath.
She quickly shut her door and followed Bruce down to the main floor of the Avengers Tower. She found Tony and Thor looking at the Stark pad showing Steve's face on it. Tony looked up, noticing that the Black Widow was dressed in her pajamas, but decided not to comment about it and turn to the matter which was in hand. "Natasha, glad you could make it. Now Steve, can you please tell us what you found."
Steve nodded, "Yeah." He said simply and lifted an object onto the screen.
Natasha gasped with surprise, it was Clint's bow.
"Yeah that was my reaction too." Maria Hill stepped into view.
"I found it in a dumpster outside of a warehouse. I didn't go inside yet, but I returned back to our hotel to see if we could find any fingerprints."
"But so far, nothing." Maria finished off.
Natasha stepped forward to be closer to the screen. "Clint would never leave his bow."
"Yeah, we know, but that's what got us thinking." Steve spoke up. "Whoever took Clint had to be smart, that's how we know that he's alive. No one that smart would leave a weapon, outside of a shady warehouse, if he killed someone just right there. No, he has to be alive, but he is somewhere else, somewhere he can't contact anyone."
"That doesn't make sense. Clint would always find a way to contact, the only way he couldn't is if…." Natasha trailed off.
"Is if he didn't know about us." Tony finished.
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A knock at the door woke him up, slightly.
He groaned into the pillow and buried his face into it. His head hurt like crazy!
The door opened and he heard footsteps make his way over to him. A hand combed through his hair, "Wake up sleepy head."
Alex.
"Go away." He said into his pillow.
"Nuh uh, you can't get rid of me that easily. Come on, I have breakfast ready downstairs." In one swift movement she pulled off the blankets, he shivered, pulling into himself to salvage the warm air that had just been brutally been taken from him. "I see you down in five." With that she walked out of his room and shut the door while smirking to herself. It was like waking up a teenager.
He groaned into his pillow one more time before sitting up and getting out of bed. He looked at the dresser across the room noticing a set of clothes laying on top. Just a blue t-shirt and dark jeans, but it worked for him.
Once he got dressed, he grabbed his crutches and hobbled downstairs still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He sat down heavily at the table, not really aware of anything.
"Good morning." She set down a plate of food and kissed him on his temple. Even though it was really out of the blue, and he didn't really notice, it felt pretty good.
He grunted, not having enough energy to make an actual response.
Alex laughed, "I can see you're not really a morning person."
"Is anybody?" Clint questioned under his breath.
Chuckling again, she sat across from him. "How's your head?" She asked as she started digging into her food that sat before her.
"Fine, I have a little bit of a headache, but I'll live." Clint looked around, noticing something was missing. "Where's James?"
Alex looked up from her food, "Got called into work, something about a 'one in a million opportunity', so it's just going to be you and me today!"
"Oh, okay." Clint took another bite. "So, what are we going to do?"
"Well I thought we should probably go shopping for clothes, then I don't know, go to a movie or something, what do you think?"
Clint shrugged, "I'm good with whatever."
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Shopping was a success. They found tons of clothes that Clint liked, matter of fact, he said yes to just about everything. The movie was also good, it was nice to have a break from running around all day. By the time they got home Clint's foot started giving him a hard time and ended up laying down on the sofa with it propped up, watching T.V.
Alex put some ice over it, also some on his wrist and head. "I'm cold." He complained to her with a pouty face on.
"Well that's what you get from being injured." She through a blanket over him and headed to the kitchen to make some dinner. "Johnathan?" She called to the butler.
"Yes madam?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Can you please help me with dinner," She leaned in closer to him and slightly whispered, "and can you please keep an eye on Clint?"
He nodded, "Of course, madam."
James walked through the front door a little after six. It was dark by the time he got home, but too early for anyone to go to sleep. Well, except for Clint. He seemed to be asleep all the time.
"His foot was hurting him, so I gave him some medicine and he just passed out." Alex said, rapping her arms around him from the back as she kissed his cheek. "How was your day?"
"Good, we closed a pretty big deal, so that's something." He turned around and kissed her on the lips. "How was yours?"
"Great, we went shopping and found a lot of clothes, then we saw a movie, good bonding." She chuckled.
"Hmm." He hummed, and walked to the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"
"Homemade roast, Sir." Johnathan answered politely.
"John, I told you a thousand times, call me James."
Before he could say anything else, the doorbell cut him off. "Who in the name could that be this late?" James asked no one in particular.
"I got it, Sir." Johnathan walked to the door, James and Alex following from a distance, and opened the door. At least six men dressed in all black stood at the door. Before Johnathan could even get one word out, the leader (or so it looked like) punched him in the face, and blacked out.
James gasped as Alex let out a little cry of alarm.
"Where is he?" The leader demanded.
"W-who?" James asked, stunned.
"Don't give me that bull, where is he?" He almost yelled. "Find him." He said to a few in his group.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, man, just leave our house, okay? We'll call the cops."
The leader grunted with humor. "Get 'em." The three left over headed towards the couple, knives and guns in hand.
Two of them pointed their guns at the two, both prepared to fire, that is until two butter knives hit both of the guns, knocking the shot off the targets.
"What the…" James asked, very confused, and frightened in this situation.
His question was soon answered as another person made his way into the picture. Clint hit the gun out of the first guys hand hit him in the face. He was fairly easy to take out, but he didn't have time to think about that as the other guy started towards him.
They both fought for the gun, Clint elbowed the man in the face, making the guys grip slacken slightly, just enough for it to be pulled away. It landed about ten feet away, making no use for either of them now. The man hit Clint in the stomach and threw him to the side. Clint recovered quickly and pulled out a steak knives. From where, James had no idea.
Both started hand in hand combat, Clint having the upper hand with the knife. Both took turns blocking and hitting each other. Clint then somehow got his legs around the other guy's neck and flipped him, soon taking no time to stabbing him in the heart.
Two down, four to go.
Another guy surged towards him, Clint wasted no time into pulling the knife out of the dead man's chest and throwing it with perfect aim into the other guys eye.
The group was getting furious, having three already down after a short time. A man with a mustache ran towards the backside of Clint, Clint ran up the wall, doing a flip to miss the man, landing on the other side of him. He then rolled to grab the gun, which was conveniently a few feet away from him, and shot the man with perfect aim. With that he shot the man who was guarding the leader and grabbed the leader by the shirt and held him against the wall.
"Who are you?" He yelled.
"Oh Clinty boy, I'm sad that you don't remember me. Oh wait, I suppose that it's slightly my fault." He chuckled.
"Who are you?" He asked again with more force.
"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place. Hail HYDRA!" The man grabbed the gun from Clint's hand and shot himself.
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Here was the deal, I had no idea where to go with this chapter. I am so sorry it took so long, I wrote the beginning, thinking it would be all dandy and then it turned into this….so….awkward.
So I decided to keep James as my character and not as Bucky. That was good that everyone had the same opinion, it made it a lot easier to decide.
P.S. Thank you for all the reviews! It was awesome! Really made me happy that you guys love this story so much!
Well let's recap shall we?
-We start off with Clint having a flashback, so that means he's getting his memory back!
-We have some cuteness with Clint and Alex. I want their relationship to grow a lot, same with James, but maybe in the next chapter.
-We get some thoughts from Natasha, finally! I didn't really like how she acted when Fury told her, so I wanted to make up for that.
-They figured out Clint actually doesn't remember them, so that's cool.
-I keep forgetting that Clint is still injured! It's kind of ridiculous actually, but what you gonna do? I don't know. I'll try and fix that.
-Also, we had a fight scene! I thought it was pretty cool. In all honesty I had no idea I was going to write this, and I am horrible at writing fight scenes, so tell me how you feel about it!
-And lastly, HYDRA. I was finding a hard time of figuring out who the villain was going to be, and I just watched Captain America, and I thought, "Sure, why not?" So that's what I did.
Well, tell me how you liked it!
Remember, the more reviews, the faster I update!
