Thanks for all the reviews, to the guest who pointed out the alien thing, I couldn't think of the name of the aliens they fought in the movie so I used the aliens they fight in the comics all the time. Sorry for the confusion. if it's easier I may go back and change it. Anyway, thanks to everyone who's stayed with me so far! Enjoy!
Clint awoke with his hands bound and his head throbbing. People were talking but they were speaking a language he didn't understand. He cursed silently and looked around. He was tied to a support bean in what looked like a warehouse. He felt stupid for getting caught so easily. But then his thoughts registered that he could not see Natasha. He had a horrible gut wrenching stab of guilt. if anything had happened to her. . . he shook his head. it was too soon for that kind of thinking. he didn't know anything.
"Hey!" He yelled, trying to get the attention of the men across the room. "Hey, where is she?" He stained at his bonds, cutting his wrists as he did so.
"Be quiet." One of the men said.
Clint struggled some more. "What did you do with her?"
"Someone shut him up."
He fell back as a man came at him with a tazer. "Okay okay! I'll be quiet." But the man didn't listen and he yelped until he passed out.
From inside her closet Natasha could hear Clint yell. Well that meant he was alive. It made her happy. She frowned and sat back down on her bucket. These men were fools. They would die quickly and painfully and, she felt her insides twist, she would be back in the Red Room. Back to grueling training and rationed food that never filled her stomach. Back to cold looks and unkind words. Back to being tolerated only because she was the best. She didn't want it. She looked around her closet cell but found only the bucket and a pile of rotting shingles.
If she hadn't been so well trained she might have cried.
She sat for what must have been an hour before her door rattled open and she was faced with one of the men. He was holding an open can of soup. "Supper." He said.
She took it from him and looked up at his face. "They will kill you." She said. "You know that don't you?"
He sneered. "I'd like to see them try."
"And if you kill him, I will kill you." Something in the way she said it made him frown and look almost worried. That made her glad and she sat back down when he was gone. She drank her soup in silence and tossed the can in the corner. She would get out. She would rescue Clint. She had to. He was the first person to ever really and truly be kind to her. To ever really and truly like her and he was the first person she had ever really and truly liked. She wanted to be kind and good and to be around him. She felt a tear slide down her cheek. She wanted to keep on being good and wearing pretty clothes and to talk about pretty things and see pretty things and eat good food with people who were always asking what nice things they could do for her and she hadn't been able to do nearly enough nice things back yet. She had to escape before the Red Room came. She had to warn the others. After all of the stories she had heard they had to be able to save Clint. They just had to.
Thanks for reading, I promise the the next chapter will be longer. So I have this whole situation mapped out and planed but if anyone has any story ideas they'd like to see later or in another story, let me know. I'm kind of blanking hear and always love to hear what you guys want. BTW you find out more about the kidnappers next chapter, I'd have made this longer but finals have been getting in the way. Sorry!