Hi,

I probably should have warned everyone about the Clint-whup.

So consider yourself warned.

Also I have no working medical knowlegde. I made everything up.

Enjoy.

'Tony knows a lot of things you don't you just have to be specific.' A voice rose from the bed.

'Tony' Natasha rushed to the bed.

'How are you feeling?' Steve asked. Bruce had finished stitching up Tony's leg. He took out a flashlight and shown it in Tony's eyes.

The billionaire groaned. 'Painful. Doc I have a concussion you can stop.'

Bruce glared at Tony. 'You are just as bad as Clint.'

Natasha face fell. Tony noticed. 'What?' he looked around 'Where is Legolas?'

'What do you remember?' Bruce asked. Avoiding answering at least for then.

Tony's concussed mind focused on the question. He failed to see the obvious change of subject. 'A bomb. The captain and the widow were trapped. My missiles weren't working.' Tony seemed deep in thought.

'Anything else.' Natasha asked. Bruce shot her a glance. He shook his head. Forcing Tony to remember wouldn't do any good. They would have to wait until the billionaire regained his memories on his own.

'No sorry.' Tony sounded subdued. He was clearly missing something. He hated missing something. He looked around again. 'Where is Legolas?'

'Tony.' Pepper's interrupted, prevented the team from answering the question again. 'How are you feeling? Are you alright?' Steve had Jarvis fill her in about the injuries.

'I'm perfectly fine.' Tony's smile was too big and forced.

'Liar.' Pepper lovingly answered.

Bruce looked at Pepper. 'You know the drill with a concussion, right?' It seemed unlikely that she wouldn't know. After all she was used to dealing with the Tony Stark. Pepper nodded in reply.

'We should let him rest.' Steve walked out of the room. Natasha and Bruce followed. Natasha turned. 'Do you know where you and Clint talked about before the mission?' Natasha had been thinking about it. That conversation was the only time Clint was alone with Tony. That had to be what Clint had meant, when he said: ask Tony.

Tony brow furrowed. 'No.' He never saw Natasha face fall for a moment, before she had her mask back on.

'Just let us know when you remember something else.' Bruce told the billionaire. He had noticed the crack in the widow's armor. Bruce and Natasha walked out of the room.

'Look, I know it is hard. We're all worried. But pushing Tony isn't going to help.' Bruce took her arm.

Natasha shook the doctor's arm off. She was a trained assassin. She could keep her mask in place. She was the deadly Black Widow. 'Just let me know when Tony remembers something.' She stalked away.

Bruce sighed. He just hoped that Tony would remember something quickly. They couldn't really afford to lose not one, but two team members.

Time moved slowly for Clint. He had no idea how long he had been there. Where ever there was. His arms had started burning shortly after he had figured out that he had been poisoned. The bleeding had slowed down. He had pushed his mind beyond the pain. Tony knew how to find him. The Avengers could come barging in at any moment.

But he remembered Tony falling. He had no way of knowing if the billionaire was still alive. He could be here a while. At least until Natasha figured out where he was. He had no doubt she would come looking for him, no matter what.

He still couldn't quite believe that she loved him. He had to hold on to that. If he gave up, the widow would kill him.

One of the guards walked in with a drawn gun. Before Clint could open his mouth for a smart comment. The guard fired the gun. Clint bit back a hiss. He looked at his left leg. Blood started flowing from his thigh. The archer had been shot enough to know that this shot hadn't hit anything fatal. It was more or less a graze.

Still, it hurt and would slow down a possible escape. This was probably the reason, for shooting him in the first place. Clint was breathing though the pain. Before he could do anything the shackles loosened. The guard moved quickly. He took Clint's hands and bound them in front of the archer, tightly, with robe.

Clint came out of the pain induced haze to find his hands bound. Barney had definitely heard about his skills. He could escape easily out of most handcuffs. These bindings would be more difficult. Never impossible. Clint tested the bindings. But increasingly more difficult.

As if hearing his thought Barney walked in. He looked at Clint sitting bleeding against the wall and said: 'Bring him'. Before walking out again.

The guard gripped Clint's arm. Clint bit back another hiss. The wound on his arm started bleeding more. The guard dragged Clint out of the cell he had been kept in. Two guards were outside of the cell. Guns aimed at the archer. Between the pain in his legs, the pain in his arms and his bound hands, and escape would have to wait.

Clint let the guard drag him to a new room. Barney was waiting for him. The guard moved without orders, dragging Clint to the centre of the room where a meat hook was suspended from the ceiling. The hook was attached to the ropes on his wrists and another guard pushed a button. The chain holding the hook and now Clint tightened, dragging the archer up until his feet just left the ground.

'Hello little brother. Have you given up yet? Your so called friends aren't coming.'

Clint knew only a few days ago he would have believed Barney at once. He would have believed they didn't care about him. But not anymore. Now he knew what Barney play was, he could beat it. All he had to do was believe in his team. The Avengers.

When Barney didn't get a response he grinned. He pulled away a cloth to reveal a car battery. Barney picked up the two attached cables and struck them together. Sparks flew through the room. A guard cut Clint's shirt away. Leaving a few shallow cuts.

Clint swallowed. He had faced worse. He had something to hold on to now. The team would come. Natasha would come.

Barney pushed the wires against his skin. Pain flew through Clint. The archer shook. Barney released the wires.

'Nobody is coming for you. Your worthless ass is mine.' Barney told his brother.

'You're wrong.' Clint knew it was a bad idea to antagonize Barney, but he couldn't help it. As the wire touched his skin again, one thought went through his head. Natasha was coming, he just had to hold on.

I'm making progress. ;)

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