Thank you for the reviews! This chapter's split between Logan and Natasha's POV.

Logan

"CLINT!"

Logan raced out but it was too late. The jet had lifted into the air and flown away but the time Logan got to the spot where Clint had fallen.

"No, God no, Clint!" roared Logan.

Someone raced up to him.

"Logan! What happened?"

Logan turned to see Ororo stood there.

"They took him! It wasn't the Avengers it was S.H.I.E.L.D. Ro, I've gotta get him back. He told me he didn't want to go back, they made him!"

Ororo grabbed his arm and brought him inside. The professor wheeled himself in as did most of the X-Men.

"Logan, I'm so sorry." said the professor.

Logan grinned. Judging from the looks he got he looked deranged but seeing the professor had given him an idea. Cerebro can be used to find people, mutants. The professor could find Clint…

"Use Cerebro to find Clint." growled Logan.

The professor shook his head. "No. Nick, their boss, told me that they'd be safe and no harm would come to Clint."

Logan got to his feet, straightening up to his full height of 6'3, unsheathing his claws.

"If ya don't find him, or at least try, I will kill everybody in this school. If ya don't try again, I'll kill everyone ya close to or have been close to in ya lifetime. If ya still don't try I'll wipe out towns until ya do. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Ororo got to her feet.

"I think you should find him Professor. Clint was a part of this team, he risked his life for us in the fight with the anti-mutant group. If it means this much to Logan I will go with him to find Clint."

Scott said, "Me too. Clint's a good man."

Hank, Kurt, Bobby, Peter, Rogue, Kitty, Rahne, Jubilee and Jean agreed to go with them. The professor sighed and went to Cerebro. Logan turned to the X-Men.

"Thanks. All o' ya, thanks."

Ororo hugged him and Logan hugged her back, enjoying the contact. The professor came back.

"The Blackbird has co-ordinates locked on Clint's position. If he moves the Blackbird will change co-ordinates."

Logan got to his feet and led the way down to the Blackbird. Scott jumped into the pilot's seat.

"It's gonna take a while to get there. It's over the Pacific Ocean."

Logan closed his eyes. He jolted awake. Ororo was sat next to him, holding his hand. Logan glanced down, hoping it meant she cared about him.

"You were murmuring in your sleep. You did not seem happy."

Logan smiled thinly. "I wasn't. Scott! I thought ya said ya could fly this thing!"

Scott shouted back, "Fuck off Logan!"

Logan laughed. He'd been warming up to the younger mutant for a while, especially since he'd stopped flirting with Jean.

"What were the dreams about?" asked Ororo.

"Clint. I was dreamin' 'bout the times I let him down…"

Ororo smiled at him. Logan stared down at the floor, trying to ignore the cries inside his head. Ororo stroked his hand softly.

"You have not let him down. It is thanks to you that we are going to find him."

Natasha

Natasha followed the Avengers off the Helicarrier. Maria was stood there. She didn't appeared bothered by the fact that Clint was sedated. The junior agents half-carried, half-dragged Clint into the main communications room. They strapped him into a chair and threw a bucket of water over him to wake him up. The other Avengers sat down. Fury stormed in.

"Ah, you came, Barton."

"Not voluntarily. Ow, what the hell did your goons do to me?"

Fury snapped, "They tranquilised you. We need you at S.H.I.E.L.D. Barton. Tell us about Logan."

Clint stiffened slightly. "No. Go to hell."

Fury nodded and one of the junior agents punched him in the face. Natasha heard the muffled groan. Fury asked more questions and Clint gave more smartass answers and received more blows.

"Barton! Tell me why you didn't reveal the fact that you're a mutant!" roared Fury.

Natasha winced inwardly as Agent Robertson, a junior agent, slammed a fist into Clint's groin. Clint hissed in pain and when Robertson removed his fist Natasha saw a gleam and blood. He's been stabbed. Clint, you bloody fool, don't you dare die. I can't lose you now, I just can't. Natasha glanced over at the other Avengers. Robertson pistol-whipped Clint as he gave another smartass remark. Thor's grip was tightening around the handle of his hammer.

"Your friends don't care. S.H.I.E.L.D. is all you have. You might as well tell him what he wants to know." jeered Robertson.

Clint spat, "Fuck you. This is nothin'. If this is the best you got, you're slippin' One-Eye."

Fury scowled. Natasha bit back a frustrated yell.

"No. That's not the best I've got. Black Widow, you're up."

Natasha stared at him. She was an expert in inflicting pain and she knew Clint's weak spots. But he trusted her.

"I don't understand…"

Fury smirked. "Yes you do."

Natasha glanced at the other Avengers and Clint's bloody form. There was no way she was going to abuse his trust.

"I can't sir. Sorry."

"Go for it Tasha. No point in us both bein' beaten. It'll be like Budapest again. Remember, I have a paint brush, I can hide all wounds."

Clint coughed as Robertson smashed the knife into his stomach. Natasha tried not to flinch. She couldn't do it, no matter what Clint said.

"You hire goons like this? I could do better at ten."

Fury's face twitched but before anyone said anything the door at the top of the stairs burst open.

"CLINT!"