Wow, this is amazing. Gotta love all the... Well, love ^_^ I'm getting on this story. Just took a quick peek at my views for this month and last month and realized I should try and post today. So, here we are. New post and everything.

Now, if you all remember, earlier I mentioned that I had written this for the wrong rating. I have since fixed it, making it longer as well. There are still hints at to what I had wanted to do with this chapter. If you want to read the higher rated version, drop me a review and I'll see what I can do.

Warning: Still hints toward darker images. Mostly mental torture.

Clint winced. Not only was his once master standing before him, but speaking had really hurt his tortured throat. Loki clicked his tongue in admiration. It was interesting to see how much his number one subject could stand before breaking. He had been so close to destroying Clint. But then he messed it all up with a simple phrase. That phrase made the rather intelligent man before him realize what was going on. It was something that Loki was rather unused to.

"Yes, dear Clinton. How nice it is to see you," Loki admonished. Clint snarled, ignoring the agony of his throat. Loki chuckled. "Well, for me, it has been wonderful. Escaping my prison is not easy, you know."

"I bet," Clint ground out, his voice cracking as his cords protested the vibrations. Loki smiled to his favorite archer. It was such good fun, watching all this. Loki sighed as he walked away from Clint. When he passed the metal table, it vanished. The god took no true notice. Clint, however, was startled and tried to cover it.

"I shall miss this," Loki admitted. Clint snorted, slightly surprised when his cords didn't protest the sound. "It was a great escape, while it lasted."

"What do you want?" Clint cried, his voice barely a whisper. Loki inclined his head back at the archer. His evil smile still in place. But deep in his greenish eyes, Clint could see the hint of something else. Something the archer wished he couldn't understand but he had seen enough on Natasha's victims; lust.

"You."

Clint paused. Confusion filtered into his eyes as he focused on Loki. He hoped that the word didn't mean what he thought it meant. But judging by Loki's attitude, Clint could only fear the worse. His body shook and he tried to hold back a groan of pain. The god laughed and turned away from the archer as all around them the room began to disappear, bit by bit. It was slowly replaced with a rundown warehouse. One that Clint recognized from Harlem. To his right, a Hulk sized hole let in natural light. His left were shattered windows facing another, much taller building. Somewhere above him, a crack in the ceiling from where Hulk dropped the Abomination part way through.

Deep in his mind, Clint pieced together what he thought was going on. Loki was getting revenge in some sick way here. In his own sick way. Clint just hoped that everything was part of the revenge. Even the image of what the archer had seen in the god's eyes had to be faked, right? It disgusted Clint to realize that he had fallen into the trap.

"All this? An illusion?" Clint cracked. Loki chuckled when Clint looked down to himself. His tee was back to it's former brilliant white shade and his jeans weren't coated with blood. All of his pain, gone. Grey eyes focused on greenish blue ones.

"Yes. And elaborate illusion, designed to make you snap without a single injury," Loki called. Clint blinked in confusion before he dropped to his knees in shock. Stunned at the movement, Clint looked back and couldn't spot the chair he had once been tied to. Loki laughed, slightly harder then before. "You have been torturing yourself of your own volition, boy. All of that, was thanks to your tactical mind!"

"No," Clint declared, finally noting how easy it was to speak again. Loki continued laughing.

"You showed me what to do! You told me all about the agents you killed. You asked me for death!"

"NO!"

"Yes," Loki hissed, finished with laughing. Clint clutched his head. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block out Loki's voice. "You welcomed me into your head with open arms."

Clint felt Loki beside him. He panicked. Throwing his arms out, he caught Loki on his chest with bare palms. Rather then be pushed back, Loki latched onto Clint's wrists. Clint started shaking as he stared up into those green eyes he so feared. Loki smiled before leaning forward and jamming his lips down onto Clint's. The archer was stunned. He couldn't move. Loki held his wrists in place but his taller body gave him easy access to Clint's warm lips. Humming in appreciation, Loki opened his mouth slightly. His tongue darted out and played against Clint's skin. The archer gasped, opening his mouth for Loki's assault. As the tongue wandered about the new area, Clint's mind caught up with him. He jammed his jaws closed.

Loki screamed into Clint's face. Quickly, he released a wrist to slap the archer. It made the jaw loosen in time for Loki to pull away. When Clint looked back, he was pleased to see a small line of blood coming out of Loki's mouth. The archer smirked in joy. Loki's eyes flashed angrily as he looked up and spotted the smirk. Growling, he decided it was time.

"Wipe that smirk off your face," Loki snarled. Clint felt like his smirk widened before his body betrayed him. The look vanished but reappeared on Loki's face. Confused as all sin, Clint focused on Loki. "You welcomed me and all my glory."

"No," Clint muttered as he backed away from the god. Loki laughed, straightening his body. Clint's eyes dropped to the ground. He couldn't believe this god. Loki was a liar. He knew that better than anyone. But why had his body betrayed him as such? Loki dipped back down by Clint's side. The archer didn't notice until the god placed a hand, almost lovingly, on his left cheek. Clint back peddled. "No!"

"Don't tell me you don't want this. Just sit still," Loki purred. Clint whimpered as a cool breeze struck his body. Looking down, he noticed his clothes had nearly all vanished. The only thing left on was his bland gray boxers. Crying out, Clint tried to curl in on himself but his body didn't move. It barely even shook. Loki laughed. He was truly going to enjoy taking the archer as his. "Now be a good boy. Just like before. Following my orders so well."

Clint groaned as he tried to get up and run, but his body obeyed Loki now. It was completely still. He didn't want this. He didn't want Loki. But he also didn't have a choice. Loki moved forward once again. Clint squeezed his eyes closed, the only piece of his body he could control. The god sighed. He wanted the archer to watch. To see what he was too. No. Actually, he wanted to watch the man break. Just like Thor. He wanted to see Clint's soul shatter in his heavenly blue eyes. This was something he wanted even before Clint betrayed him. Loki had wanted to destroy Clint the moment he laid eyes on him in New Mexico. When he had the audacity to laugh, when Loki couldn't lift Mjolnir.

"You ordered me to kill those men," Clint whispered so softly that Loki could barely hear him. It shocked the god for a moment. Too suddenly have all his work backfire at him. It was just like earlier. One simple turn of phrase and he was back at the beginning. Loki frowned, for once thankful that Clint had his eyes closed. But just as the archer looked up, Loki knew what to say and smirked. Clint narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't order you to kill anyone. I ordered you to take down the Helicarrier. I ordered you to get the iridium," Loki smartly pointed out. Clint stiffened.

"But, Director Fury..."

"All on your own. All I did was look at you," Loki said with a laugh as Clint looked away. The god could tell that the archer was thinking back to that moment. It was only a week ago, so the memory was still fairly fresh. Too bad the memory was tinged with blue. Blue that Loki put there in the first place. Clint wasn't sure if he could fully remember if he didn't he an order or not. For all he knew, Loki mentally told him to shoot Fury but never verbally said it. Either way, an order was an order. But if Loki did nothing except look, Clint was stuck with all the guilt of shooting his boss. "Yes, pet. Enjoy it," Loki whispered as he leaned his taller frame down to kiss Clint's neck. Clint groaned and closed his eyes as his body pushed back against Loki's chest. Having been lost in his own thoughts, Clint hadn't even realized what was happening until the god began sucking hard. Shocked, he cussed.

"Fuck, no," Clint whimpered as he tried to pull away. Sadly his body still wanted to follow Loki's command. He stayed close to the god's warm frame. Clint found a groan coming close to escaping his mouth as Loki hit the nerve in his neck. Closing his eyes, he began cussing himself out. He couldn't enjoy this. It was wrong. He hated Loki. He didn't want to feel love to the god. But he couldn't pull away. His body would instead move closer to Loki. Whining now, Clint tried to stop his ever growing need to moan. He didn't even notice when Loki changed from sucking on his neck to simply kissing and licking his ear lob.

"Come here," Loki ordered. Clint's body jerked back as the god whispered into his ear. He was hating how his body was responding. But he couldn't help it. Loki was great. He knew what he was doing. And Clint couldn't deny that. So all he could do was try to block it all out. Sadly, number one thing S.H.I.E.L.D taught with torture techniques was to not blank out. Not only was it dangerous for whoever may be trying to rescue you, but it was also dangerous for you. You could lose too much if you blanked out during torture. Sometimes it was only time. Other times it was body parts. No matter what, it was dangerous. But Clint couldn't stand this. "I knew you had heart."

"Stop," Clint muttered as his mind began to crumble against the onslaught. He couldn't take much more. No more guilt. No more being used. But certainly, no more Loki. The god ignored the archer's plea. Even the own archer's body ignored him. It arched toward Loki as the god began to add rubbing his bare chest. Clint groaned. He couldn't take this. His mind closed in, and Clint knew no more.

Clint came too when Loki gave a victorious shout that echoed through the warehouse. The god's cry covered Clint's mind as it utterly shattered. It was done. Done with guilt. Done with S.H.I.E.L.D. Done with Loki. Loki continued with a few more soft kisses on Clint's lips before focusing, fully, on the broken figure below him. He smirked as he realized that he had completely destroyed his pet. Slowly, he pulled back and let the man drop to the dirty floor. Loki laughed. He couldn't help it. This was what he had wanted all along. A broken archer. But knowing that it wasn't fully done, Loki leaned in.

"Just know, I wouldn't have been able do this unless some part of you wanted this," Loki whispered into Clint's ear. Clint shook as he felt Loki's warm breath pass by his ear. Loki walked away. Watching the archer for another minute or so, Loki began laughing. His laughter echoed through the warehouse long after he had already disappeared.

Clint sobbed in humiliation as he curled against himself. He was an Avenger. A highly trainer sniper. One of the best agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. Yet he had allowed this to happen. His cold skin wasn't warmed by the reappearance of his clothes. He curled tighter, barely noticing. He still felt naked. Ripped in half, destroyed, utterly ashamed. Another sob racked his body as tears began to show in his eyes. Not caring about the emotion, Clint let them fall. But before he fully drifted off into his shattered mind, he let out one last sob:

"Tasha, help."

So? Did I do good? I hope so. Can you guess as to what I wanted to write? Drop me a review and we'll see next time how many people were right. ^_^