Natasha and Clint had been flying for a few hours. It was dark and Clint and Widow were in the back while the plane was on Autopilot. They were getting there weapons ready. Nat, taking apart her guns, cleaning them. Clint, polishing and sharpening some of his arrows. He heard the red head speak up. Her voice smooth and casual. "I didn't know you had a brother." He let out an amused sound. Focused on his arrow. Sitting across from her. "More of a half brother. Same mother, different fathers. My father died and when she met George, she gave me away, I wasn't sure why but since finding him again, I knew she did it to protect me. He wasn't so lucky." She looked up, almost like a cat who has found curiosity.

"Why is that?" Clint looked up. He didn't think it was right to tell but she should know at least a little, after all she is helping. "He was worse then abusive. His name is General George Black. From what he's told me, he was ultra strict and never let him stop training, forcing him into his military unit. It's gone so far off the map the army doesn't even know they exist anymore. They supposedly disbanded years ago but those in it knew the truth. And now, he probably got caught trying to get out." He didn't realize how quiet his voice got. Thinking of what they could be doing to his baby brother.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Natasha's hand on his. He looked up and saw a very different look. A soft, understanding look. "We'll find him Clint. We'll bring him back alive." He felt his eyes water, looking away, focusing on his arrows again. "Yeah. Along with killing these bastards." Natasha had the smallest of smile, going back to her guns. The cargo bay once again growing silent.

It was agony and he couldn't scream. Duck tape was over his mouth as they continued to electrocute him with a cattle prod, making sure to add the coldest water possible on him. Once the cattle prod was taken away. He breathed heavily out of his nose. He was so weak, he couldn't fight even if he thought he had a chance. His dad leaned over the wooden table he was on. "Had enough yet son?" He didn't even react. Tears kept falling down the side of his face. "Good because I have something really special for you." He signaled to a man, the door opening. Christian couldn't help but look over as he heard a small cry. His eyes widened. A little girl. She had to be no older than six. He started fighting, yelling thru the tape but it was muffled. He was chucked off the table to the floor, his hands being put on the table, cuffed to it. He saw the little girl. She was whimpering and crying as her hands were cuffed to the table like his. She was so small.

He felt his fathers arm come around his shoulder. "Were gonna play a game." He got a thin, sharp knife out, stabbing it into the table. Christian tensed, staring at it with wide eyes. He knew this game well. It was one of his fathers techniques to help him "Man up". His father chuckled lowly, taking the knife. "Fun little game I learned when I was stationed in Germany. You know the game all to well Shooter." He chuckled lowly. "You don't know the song, truly until you hear it in German. Now, lets begin." He pressed his hand down hard, forcing him to spread his fingers. He still had scars from his childhood from this game. He felt a chill go down his spin as his father sang the song in the German language. The knife going in and out of each space of the fingers with speed and grace. His heart sped up, waiting for the moment he would miss.

"Oh, ich alle meine Finger haben, geht der chop chop chop Messer

Wenn ich die Räume zwischen verpassen, werden meine Finger kommen aus

Und wenn ich mir die Finger zu schlagen, wird das Blut bald kommen

Aber trotzdem, ich spiele dieses Spiel, weil das ist, was its all about

Oh, Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop CHOP

Im Aufnehmen der Geschwindigkeit

Und wenn ich meine Finger schlug dann meine Hand beginnt zu bluten"

He jumped as he suddenly stabbed the table. Ending this round. His father smiled. "You won this round. Lets see how well she does." Christian shook his head, trying to tell him to stop, just take him and let her out of this room of horror. But he saw his father force her hand down. She cried, watching as her hand was forced to spread out. He watched with wide eyes as his father took the knife, going in between each space with such speed and accuracy. The same song. He was too scared to fight it,not wanting to hurt the little girl who was cuffed to the same table. She cried loudly when the knife hit her tiny finger, slicing the skin deep, blood pooling. His dad just took the knife slowly back. Making sure it lingered in her wound. "Too bad. She wasn't so lucky." He looked away from her, feeling helpless. Tears falling down his blood stained and dirty face.

He waited until his dad was half into his song and stabbing between spaces before he started to fight back, kicking him. The top of his hand sliced open but it gave him enough adrenaline to fight the cuffs off the weak table.The wood breaking as he stood. Cuffs still on both hands, chucks of wood still attached. The others had there gun aimed but nether shot at him. Both looking just as terrified as he felt. He felt his dad try to tackle him but he threw him off easily. Once he was on the ground, he kicked his throat, collapsing his windpipe. He grabbed his throat, gasping but breathing. Christian looked to the other guards, glaring, taking the tape off. "Just try and stop me." He went over to where they kept his swords, just thrown on the ground. They aimed there guns. "Put the weapons down." He spun his katanas in his hand, glaring to them. "Make me." They started to shoot but he was too fast, blocking them with his spinning blades before stabbing both thru there chest. He turned to the girl, putting his swords on his back, going to her. She cried, whimpering, trying to struggle out of the restraints. He quickly got them off of her, with little force from breaking the table. He picked her up, cradling her to his chest. "Com'on, were getting out of here."

She hid into his chest as he carried her out of the small building. It was pouring rain now and the moon was high above them. It was at least 3am. He protected her from the rain best he could, holding her close. He had no idea where to go or what he was going to do with the little girl. He was glad when he saw the beach. His hut had to be somewhere down it's shore. The moonlight shone off the water, glittering it. If he hadnt just escaped he and this girl from death and horror, he would stop to admire it.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a gunshot before the pain started in his shoulder. He groaned in pain, turning around. A few of his fathers loyals followed them. He put her down, speaking to her. "Run. Anyone that isn't me, you shoot them with this this. Ok?" He handed her his pistol. She nodded, her lip trembling. He nudged her and she started running behind him. She could see the hut a half mile down the beach line. One of the loyals was about to shoot her when Christian got a knife out, throwing it with such ease, getting the mans eye.

His screamed were deafening but it gave him enough time to charge with both swords. The uninjured man blocked his attempts with his long rifle. He chuckled lowly with each block. "Didn't your daddy ever teach you not to bring a knife to a gun fight?" He growled, blocking then bringing a sword to the mans gut but he got a headbutt from the rifle, knocking him to the ground.

Clint and Natasha were nearly ready to land when they saw action on the beach. Natasha spotted them. "Clint, I got something over here." Clint saw it. "Land us now Nat." She nodded, getting ready to land on the water. The little girl made it to the hut on the beach. The gun large in her tiny hands as she hid under the bed. She saw on a desk a small bunny plushie, quickly grabbing it, holding it close as she hid, crying.

Christian kicked his gut, flipping up on his feet, getting in a fighting pose, swords high. He ignored the aching in his face and cuts, the sand was digging deep inside it. The loyal follower throwing his rifle to the side, getting a large knife out with a smirk. "Always did favor a good knife fight." He was about to charge when suddenly an arrow was thru his head. The man fell dead and Christian looked in shock, kneeling, seeing the arrow. It couldn't be...

He turned and saw his brother jogging toward him. He was in such shock, he wasn't sure to break down into tears or crush him with a hug. Clint stopped in front of him, bow still out. Christian just looked him over, still wondering if this was real or not. "What the hell? Why are you here?" Clint smirked weakly. "Saving your ass, what does it look like? Now, com'on, I have Tasha waiting in the plane." Once he fully realized he was saved, he ran toward his hut, looking for the little girl. Clint watched, running. He heard Natasha in his comm. "Clint, whats going on?" "I'm not sure but I got a feeling it's important. Just hang tight."

Christian ran, getting into the hut. He heard the gun shot go off, ducking to the floor quickly. He was glad she was a bad shot. He saw her whimpering and cowering under the bed. He stood slowly. "It's me. I'm not gonna hurt you." He held his hand out to her, praying she would accept. She reached out, dropping the gun with a thunk,bunny still clutched in her hand a she went to his arms, cowering and hiding. He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. "shh were safe now." He winced, walking to Clint. "ok lets go." Clint kept cover as they got to the plane.

Once they were inside the plane and they were safe in the air. Christian looked to Clint, still holding the young girl. "where are we going?" Clint leaned against the wall. "Back to SHIELD HQ. Were gonna get you fixed up and possibly find an actual job for you. Not this." He looked him over, his heart breaking. He now truly knew why there mom got rid of him. Just how cruel his father truly was.

Once they were high enough in the air, Natasha came back, kneeling to the girl in his arms. "Hello, my name's Natasha. Where here to help you. I promise. No one is going to hurt you." She held her arms out to her, knowing she would feel more comfortable. The girl looked up to Christian. He nodded. "Go ahead. Shes really nice." He assumed she was. This is his first time meeting her but if his brother trusted her, so did he. She slowly got out of his lap, going into her arms. She held her, taking her away from the reunited brothers.

Clint sighed, sitting next to him, first aid kit in his lap. "I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt." He got peroxide and cotton balls out. He needed to clean his cuts. Christian huffed out a bitterly amused sound. "Sure it won't be nearly as bad as what happened." Clint spoke quietly, cleaning the cuts on his face. Finally able to read it the more he cleaned. If only he could kill that bastard of a father himself. "What happened?"

Christian didn't even flinch as the wet cotton ball cleaned him. "I caught my Superior officers killing innocent people. Then when I searched for this dying woman's daughter." His eyes welled. "My superior officer as raping her. Clint, she had to be no older then eight. it..." He looked to the floor. Swallowing. Feeling that sick feeling build again at the thought. "It makes me sick. So I shot him." "You shot him?" "Eight-teen times at least. Then, I killed the girl." Clint stopped cleaning, hand lowering in shock. "You what?" Tears went down Christians face. "I killed an innocent girl. I...I couldn't let her live with that. Her mother died, nearly in my arms then to be violated in such a way so young.." His lip trembled. "It was a mercy."

Clint saw his clenched hands, saw how tense he was. He put the med kit down, bringing his arms around him. His brother nearly collapsed, finally breaking down into tears. His shoulders heaving with the burden and sorrow. Clint held him, knowing all to well of Mercy killings and torture. But he felt so helpless to his brothers pain. He held him the whole way to SHIELD, not once thinking he was weak. Far as he knew, he was one of the strongest he knew.

Once they got to the Hellicarrier, they got him to Medbay quickly along with the little girl. Clint never left his room. He had stitches on his face. Every time he looked at the words they broke his heart. He held his hand,trying to sooth him best he could. He was often in the fit of a nightmare. It wasn't until a week after the incident that his brother truly woke up. Looking around at the Medical bay of the hellicarrier. He saw Clint asleep on the couch, sitting up."mmm?" He took out the wires with a wince, slowly standing, going to the door. He closed it quietly, starting to walk down the hall, looking around. That when Fury caught him. "Black, you shouldn't be out of that bed." He tensed. "Don't call me that." Fury walked closer. "Well we'll have to figure out something else to call you then but until then-" "Gage."

Fury raised his eyebrow. "Excuse me?" He looked to the ground. "I want to be known ass Gage Smith. I want nothing to do with my father or his name." Fury nodded. "We can get the papers started... . But first I need you to lay down and I'll have a doctor in to check on you." The now Gage nodded, going back in. Feeling some sort of freedom with the new name. He hoped it was enough to hide him from his Military unit. He sighed, laying back in bed. He thought about what to change his name for a while now. He was glad it was finally put into use. He was finally who he knew he was.

AN: So this is the actual "Knife Game" song and please do not try it at home or anywhere. Just don't try it at all. But damn, this song is catchy, I had to use it. I thought it would be a tad more intimidating in German.

Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off
And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out
But all the same, I play this game, cause thats what its all about
Oh, CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP
Im picking up the speed
And If I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed