A/N: gaaaaaaaah
-Kitty
Chapter 13:
Clint's POV:
Scarlette had gone to get chicken. I sat in front of the television, watching, but not really paying attention, to some Japanese game show.
The door opened.
"That was quick." I said laughing, without looking to see her come through the door. "Forget something?"
"Where is she?" A man shouted.
I stood up quickly, and carefully made my way towards the front door.
"It's just me." I lied.
"You lie. We know you have her. Where is she?" He demanded.
"Where is... Who?" I asked, trying to buy myself some time to think of a way to save Scarlette's butt.
"Amaya Hinamori. You know that."
Luckily I didn't. "Uh, actually I have no idea who you are talking about."
The man, clothed in black, pulled a gun. "You sure about that."
"Pretty sure."
I'm not actually sure what happened after that. All I know is that I don't know where the heck I am now. I'm tied in a chair, in a very dark room. Great. I'm being interrogated.
"Who are you." Someone said from in the dark.
"Clive Barry. I'm from New York." I lied.
"What are you doing here, Clive Barry?" The man said, his thick Japanese accent showing through, although he was speaking English.
"I'm on vacation, with my wife, Sarah Barry." I lied once more.
"Uh huh." The man finally came into view. "You lie, Clint Barton, SHIELD agent."
"Crap." I muttered.
"What are you doing with Amaya Hinamori. She is too dangerous." He demanded.
"I have no idea who this Amaya person is." I confessed.
"We have seen you with her." He spat.
I shrugged my shoulder. "Never heard of her."
He pulled a long slender silver knife out from behind his back. "Let me show you what happens to agents who don't talk".