Barton splashed water on his face inside the small bathroom connected to the room he was being held in. Bracing his arms against the sink, he took several deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to remember the blur that was the last few days.
Tasha told him not to torture himself when he asked how many agents he killed, but there was one memory that stuck out that he wished he were able to lock away forever.
Kagome's green eyes burned fiery with anger and unease when she pointed that arrow at him. His own bow going up in response to her threat, it didn't matter that he'd rather turn his own arrow on himself than on her. He actually felt proud that she was able to land a few hits on him, bruising his ribs.
Cupping his hands under the cold water one last time, he threw it on his face remembering her face as he threw her to the ground. Straightening, he dried his hands and pulled out the empty syringe from his pocket, 'I don't even remember using this.'
Using the towel to wipe his face, he threw the used syringe in the trash disgustedly, hearing the door open and Rogers begin talking to Tasha.
"I can." He said answering Captain America's question on who could fly the jet.
Shooting a glance over at the red head, and getting a confirmation that he wasn't under mind control any longer, Rogers gave a slight nod. "You got a suit?" He asked.
Barton nodded and tossed the towel back into the bathroom. "Than suit up." Roger's ordered before moving back down the hallway.
Glancing at his red headed companion he inhaled deeply, vowing silently to somehow make amends to Sesshoumaru for what he had done.