Natasha noticed how uneasy I was, "do you want to try walking?" I nodded as I sat up. Natasha helped me stand up. I leant on her arm as I walked a couple of steps. Determined to get to the door, with her help of course. I sighed, "can we go now? I don't like hospitals". Natasha chuckled before shaking her head. "No Clint, I have to get some work done", she said as she stood up, putting on her jacket. "I'll be back at dinner time for our date, okay?" I nodded in response. "Can I keep the laptop?" I asked giving her the best puppy dog eyes I could. "Yeah you can keep it for the afternoon". I didn't want her to leave. I hate being alone. Natasha gave me a kiss and a hug before leaving to do her work.

I turned my attention back to the laptop. I sighed and looked through the files on movies, I frowned when I came across one labelled 'Clint Barton Interrogation'. I didn't remember being interrogated. I clicked play. The video showed a muscular man with dirty blond hair. He was wearing black combat trousers and a black and maroon vest. There were files along the desk. They all had a strange octopus logo on them. It suddenly clicked in my head. That's me. Clint Barton. I watched as a woman entered the room. She continued to ask him a series of questions. They were all based around organisation named hydra. I fast forwarded the video, I watched in horror as large quantities of water were poured over the mans head. I shuttered knowing the feeling. Not like anyone intentionally done it to me though. The woman left leaving the man soaking and coughing up water. I fast forwarded again until the next person came in. I froze as I recognised her. "Bobbi", I whispered. I felt tears forming, threatening to fall. Men don't cry.

I turned my attention back to the screen, Bobbi stripped the man of his clothes and ordered him to stand against the wall, he did as instructed. Bobbi produced a knife and began reopening scars, I grimaced. I couldn't look away. "Why were they hurting him, hurting me?", I whispered to myself. The blood poured down his back and along the floor. I sniffles trying to hold in the tears. Bobbi left the room leaving the man standing against the wall, I didn't dare move a muscle.

The door opened again, I let the tears fall as Natasha walked in. "Was she there to save me", I hoped. Natasha looked void of any emotion. "Sit", he sat on the chair, he looked terrified and already half broken. There was a silence in the room as Natasha looked through the files. "Nat, please say something?" The other Clint begged her. That earned him a punch to the face and a knee to the groin. I whined knowing the must've hurt. "You know what the one thing I hate is betrayal", Natasha said in a calm almost scary voice. I watched as she threw him onto the ground and kicked him in the ribs several times. Natasha stopped and left the room for a second before returning with a bow and arrow. "You have an unhealthy obsession with your bow Barton", Natasha stated as she cut the string with a knife. She then folded it up so that it was a long dagger. I watched as Natasha whacked the other Clint on the head with the bow, I instinctively cover my head. I watched carefully the man was barely breathing before Natasha reached down and tasered him, he wasn't breathing after that. I exited the file and placed the laptop down beside me. I felt the tears get heavier as I struggled to breathe. I brought my knees up to my chest and shook as the video replayed in my mind.

That's what they meant my fix me. They killed me and then deaged me, now they want to fix me. I felt my chest tighten. They're gonna kill me. The door to the hospital room opened, revealing Bobbi and Hunter. Bobbi ran straight over to me and wrapped me in her arms. I struggled immediately, "no get off of me! No! Get out!", I begged. Bobbi stepped away from me. "Clint it's okay you're safe" I shook my head. I wasn't safe here I needed to get out of here. I gasped trying to get air in. She was going to hurt me. She doesn't care about me. I looked over at Hunter, he wasn't in the video, he was probably behind the window watching them kill me.

I sat up and reached for the frame. I need to get away from them away from here. "Clint you really shouldn't be walking just yet". I frowned determined to get away. I managed three steps before collapsing onto the ground. "Please don't hurt me", I sobbed as I backed up against a wall. Both Bobbi and Hunter knelt down, they were giving me reassuring smiles. "We're not going to hurt you kid", Hunter said as he sat beside me. I closed my eyes and worked on controlling my breathing. I opened them again when I was calm. "What makes you think we're going to hurt you Clint?", Bobbi asked me. I pressed my lips together, knowing I wasn't supposed to watch the file. I glanced at the laptop. They both followed my eyes. "What did you watch Clint?" Bobbi asked, I could hear the slight threat in her voice. I looked down. What would Barney do? "A scary movie", I mumbled. It wasn't all a lie.

They both sighed in relief. Bobbi pulled me into her arms. The same ones that literally stabbed my back a thousand times. I tensed up, feeling the tightness coming back. "Can I get back into bed?" Bobbi lifted me up and tucked me in. I felt the knife under her sleeve. I pulled away immediately. I stayed silent. Children are better seen not heard. Bobbi smiled as she reached for the laptop. I gulped.

"Can we watch stand by me?" I asked trying to distract her. "Maybe some other time Clint," Hunter replied letting Bobbi concentrate. "I need to distract her", I thought to myself. I watched the screen carefully. "May I have a soda please?" I asked Hunter as politely as possible. He nodded before leaving the room.

I watched the screen as Bobbi was almost into the history. I yanked at the laptop. A sharp pain ran up my side. "I wanna watch stand by me, I'm bored..please", I exclaimed trying to get the laptop. Bobbi peeled my hands away and moved over to the seat opposite the bed. I looked around the room checking for hiding spots and escape routes. The pain in my side continued, I lifted up my top. "I pulled the tube out of my stomach", I said with tears in my eyes. I wonder how much more pain I'll be in when she's done. Bobbi looked up at me and sighed. "It was an accident..I didn't mean to..I'm sorry.." I sobbed as the pain increased. She got up and left the room. I stumbled out of the bed, leaving a light trail of blood, and climbed into the wardrobe. It was more like a press but I fit in it. I clutched my side. I listened as Bobbi returned along with someone else. I took in shaky breathes.

I jumped as someone knocked on the press door. "I'm going to open the press now, okay Clint? I'm Doctor Cassidy, but you can call me Maddie.", Maddie said calmly as she opened the door. I started to come out, a feeling of dread flashed over me when I saw Bobbi. It disappeared as quickly as it came. Maddie took my arm and lead me over to the bed. "Do you mind giving us a minute?", Maddie asked Bobbi, although I got a feeling it wasn't a question. Bobbi left the room. I instantly relaxed. Maddie smiled but I could see she looked concerned.

"Is there anything you'd like to talk about, you can trust me," she said with a reassuring smile. I stayed silent, careful not to make a whimper, watching as she reattached the tube. She made a note on my chart to get it removed.

"It's okay Clint you can talk to me", she told me again when she was done. "Did..did you know me the ..the older me?", I asked cautiously. Maddie smiled as she ran her hand through my hair. I felt the pain ease and tension leave my body. "Yes, I did. He was very brave and kind to anyone he met, in his own way. He saw things from a different perspective. He saw the good in people. He just couldn't seem to find the good in himself", Maddie told me her smile disappearing. "Do you want to tell me what's bothering you? Why all of a sudden?" I shook my head. If I told anyone they might try to fix me. Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream.

I sat up and wrapped my little arms around her, I felt the tears flow shortly afterwards. My mind wandered back the video, I remembered how I had died, but yet here I am. I pulled way from Maddie, "They killed me, Natasha killed me. How am I still alive?" I asked as I began to think about it logically. I covered my mouth realising I'd let it slip. "That was all just one big nightmare", Maddie said as she shuffled, I got the message and laid back down. "I have more patients to check up on but I'll be back before dinner okay", she told me before leaving.

I watched Bobbi and Hunter argue outside my door. I waited until they were done, waited for them to come back in but they walked off. I wondered what older Clint did, maybe if I knew then I could make sure I didn't do it. But I'm an idiot and I'd end up doing exactly as they tell me not to. My mind wandered back to Maddie, Maddie Cassidy. The blood drained from my face as I thought of . I took a deep breath and pushed the thought back to the furthest part of my memory. I shifted around in the bed so that I could see if anyone was coming to see me.

I sighed as I watched everyone else, they all had something to do. I wish I even had something to read or play with, Bobbi took the laptop. I could feel the dread build up, I knew I was in trouble. I gulped as I waited for my punishment. Maybe I could run after all no one is here now. I sat up, feeling a slight pain in my side. I stood up, I managed to take a steps over to the chair before the pain erupted in my side. I winced. I stood up properly. If I looked in pain everyone would notice me immediately. I took a deep breath, turn the pain into power. I opened the door and walked out, I held my breath the entire time only releasing it when I managed to got out of my ward. It led into a range of corridors. I walked in and out of them, climbing as much stairs as possible. I managed to get to the roof relatively quickly for an 8 year old. I looked over the edge. I smiled, finely feeling relaxed. The building was about 7 stories high.

I laughed as I made up stories about the people down below. They looked like ants. I could see Natasha walk out, look around then go back into the hospital. A few minutes later she appeared at the door. I took in a shaky breath. "Am I in trouble?", I asked cautiously. "Yes, but no one is going to hurt you and I'll shoot them if they try", Natasha replied without a second thought. "You always loved the roof, I should've known you'd be up here", she told me as she sat beside me. "You won't hurt me?" I asked confirming what she told me. "No", Natasha replied as she smiled and pulled me into a hug. I winced as she pulled on the new stitches. "Sorry", I apologised instinctively. She moved her arm so that it was resting on my shoulder. I leaned into her side. "Are we still getting pizza and ice cream?", I asked hopeful that we were still going. Natasha smirked, "mmmh maybe just pizza, if you were good we could've got ice cream". I looked down I really wanted ice cream. "Okay", I replied in acceptance. "Also you have to go to the tower, no getting out of it", Natasha added in. I frowned, "you're punishing me by making me go to my own birthday party?" I asked confused. Natasha nodded.

Natasha stood up and lifted me up and away from the edge. "How about we leave after you change?", she asked me. "Okay, can we get sausage or pepperoni on the pizza?", I replied as we walked back. I changed into jeans and a shirt. "Yeah but you know what I really love on pizza? ...Broccoli" Natasha told me with a laugh. I shuddered at the thought of broccoli on pizza.

I held Natasha's hand while we walked out to the car. I stopped in front of it and leant in closer to her, almost hiding behind her. "It's okay Clint, there's no one in my car", she said as she opened the door. I smiled, "I knew that". I got in and strapped myself in. I grinned as we took off. We pulled up to a restaurant, I hopped out and ran inside. "Pizza, pizza, pizza", I chanted. Natasha laughed and hushed me. We sat down and waited for the waitress to take our order. "Hi, We'll have a 16' custom pizza with sausage and pepperoni, thank you", I watched as Natasha made the order. "We're having both sausage and pepperoni?!" I grinned. "Can I have ice cream too?" I asked testing my luck. Natasha shook her head,"no, you shouldn't have watched that video". I sighed. She was right and I couldn't argue with her. "What did I do?", I asked her. It must have been bad. "Not here", was the only response the Tasha was given willing to give me.

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