Hey, New chapter, thanks for all the comments, reviews and favs. Im glad so many people like this, to answer a question yeah, there's gonna be a chapter with the winter soldier. I think i said earlier i love Nat and Bucky as a couple so Im gonna throw him in. I actually just wrote it it's kind of like a guest star chapter but it's pretty cute.
I hope this chapter isn't too dark!
When Steve arrived he was surprised to see both Clint and Natasha gone. JARVIS said they had gone down to the park and he wondered down after them but found only a few boys playing base ball. He frowned, looking around. He wondered if he had just missed them when he spotted a phone lying under a park bench. He recognized Clint's phone case and reached for it, looking at the half loaded game on the screen. He looked around again.
People these days were glued to their phones. No one just up and left one lying around. They were expensive. He hurried back to the tower to alert the others.
Once in the briefing room he filled the others in, letting them know the estimated time frame and where he had found the phone.
"I think someone kidnapped Clint and Natasha. I don't have proof but I they were probably after Natasha." Steve said.
"Why go after her, she's a little kid?" Tony asked.
"Maybe that's why. There are a lot of people who would pay money to see her dead. Child or not. And others who would pay money to control her. There are plenty of organizations that wouldn't mind having their own Black Widow to mold. Even remnants of the Red Room would like to get their hands on her. Her showing off at the bank probably outed her to the public. I'm just surprised that something happened so soon." Bruce said.
Tony frowned. He looked as though he had been thinking all that but hoping against it. "He shouldn't have taken her to the park."
"It's not time to point fingers." Bruce said.
"Bruce is right." Steve interjected. We need to work on recovery."
"JARVIS, scan for any new material on the web. Anything and everything relating to Natasha. If even a little spark pops up I wanna know about it." Tony said.
"I think the rest of us should start scowering the city." Steve said. "Alert anyone you run into. I know Daredevil would be good at something like this. Get the Fantastic Four on the ball too and anyone you run into."
"I'm going to scan face recognition at all air ports in the city." Tony said quickly.
Steve nodded. "Okay. I'm going to go out and hit the streets." In his heart he knew that looking on foot was probably the least useful thing they had going for them. At times he wished there was a psychic on the team just for occasions like this. He sighed heavily and departed.
Out on the street he returned to the park and looked for skid marks or anything that looked like a car had peeled out. Nothing.
Natasha slept with one eye open that night. She couldn't help it. She was too worried and anyway, wasn't that was soldiers always told her to do? Sleep as little as possible and always with one eye open. She listened for the times Clint tried to talk and the times he stayed silent. She thought they were probably knocking him out. She didn't want to think how. She knew it had to hurt.
By the next morning she had gathered a little more information. They were indeed trying to sell her back to the Red Room. Or at least a splinter of it. Something they said made her think the Red Room didn't exist any more and as much as that might have made her feel free she was sure anyone similar would be just as bad.
They had beaten Clint. She had heard them go at it. They had wanted to know how she was a child again. She was proud of him that he didn't tell but she wished he would just pass out already. When they had given up one of them mentioned killing him. She had frozen up at that.
"When we get rid of her we should kill him. He's an avenger. We don't need one of them kicking around."
She had beat on the door after that. She had called them every foul name in the book. Every foul awful name and word she had ever heard used. She even cursed in English when she ran out in Russian. She cursed them and their mothers and fathers and their children. She cursed their sisters and brothers and even their pets until one of them had come in and slapped her. She struck back, jabbing him in his throat. He fell back wheezing but then someone had shut the door and she could hear them talking about was an awful girl she was. She was glad they didn't like her.
She sat back with her cheek stinging and her heart hating. She wished them death and she told them so. Told them explicitly in every childish way that she could.
When her temper got the better of her she ended up smashing the window. Someone had yelled at her and come in, examining the damage while keeping her at gun point. Eventually they decided that the room was still safe because of the fencing and left her with only a swat to the side of the head. She had barely felt it as she strained to see Clint in the outer room and all too soon the door was shut again.
She reached up and began pushing at the fencing. It was refusing to move and she spent the day trying to force it. She only made her hands hurt. It didn't seem to matter what she did. In fury she kicked at the door some more before settling down. That night she was given another can of soup to eat. When she was done eating she threw it at the door and cursed them again.
She slept poorly. She was worried about Clint. She didn't know if they were feeding him. She worried that they had really hurt him.
She was angry too. Her dress was dirty now and her room was cold. She was sure she had a bruise on her cheek. Her room stank because there was no toilet. She was hungry more now and they were robbing her of her new life. They were trying to send her back and make her miserable in the process. She had never truly hated someone before and to feel it now, for the first time it was an all consuming feeling. It was powerful and raw and scared her.
This hatred surpassed kicking and screaming, it was something so much more. She wanted to hurt them. To make them suffer. She could do it. She knew she could. But now she wanted to. She wanted to make them pay for hurting Clint and for what they had taken from her and all of this made her cry. It was the first time also that she could ever remember breaking down into tears. Tears because she was sad, hurt and scared and tears because she was so angry she didn't know what to do. Tears because she was losing what she had gained. Tears because she really didn't want to go back.
She found herself sobbing and not quietly. She was sobbing loudly and grossly unlike she had never done before.
Outside Clint could hear her cry and it broke his heart and made him angry. He strained at his bonds again, not caring if he was tazed or hit over the head. He hated feeling so useless. He hated not being able to help her. He felt pathetic.
Every inch of him hurt now but hearing her cry was worse than any beating. The people who had kidnapped them were watching him. he knew soon that they would get tired of seeing him strain and they would taze him again. he didn't care. he stared a the wood of the closet door as though he could see through it and felt the ties on his wrists cut him again. he willed Natasha to know that everything would be alright. the others would come. they always did. the two of them were safe.
His movement caught the attention of one of their captors and the man stood and walked towards him. Clint strained his bonds again and groaned as he knew was what coming. A sudden sharp, searing pain where the tazer connected with his ribs and then a jolting spasm of electricity. His head hurt andhe lost control of his body. in the past two days he'd been tazed several times but he never got used to the feeling of being stiff with no control. it hurt and just as the pain grew to be too much he blacked out.
On the third day Tony got a blip on his radar. Someone was messaging someone that they had the Black Widow captive. He began a long and convoluted process of tracking the sender. He would catch these people and the only worry he had was that Hawkeye might be dead.
Steve had been glad to hear it. It was progress and it was more than he had made. He had to cling to it. It was all that they had.
So next chapter is the rescue mission!
Anyway, next chapter couple of chapters will be much longer, I know these have been pretty short. And on a personal note I just got a new job at an ice cream shop and am really excited! Anyway, I hope everyone has a great summer! The next chapter may be updated sooner than later just so I don't leave you guys hanging!
