A/N: I also have this on . under the user name Darkenedrose1988. Any and all mistakes are my own(mostly cause I have no Beta...) And again I stress, The warnings are there because I do not really know where the characters will take me. There will be some violence, mentions of Rape, Torture and there WILL be Mpreg, meaning this is a YAOI story, BOY X BOY(er... MAN X MAN really...) you don't like that stuff, then don't read it. I have warned you. If you do decide to read it, please leave a review afterwards. it would be much appreciated. I like some criticize, but no Flamers please.
"Speech"
'thought'
Summary:
After the events in New York, a year later, the Hawkeye runs into the battered, bloodied, bruised mess of Loki in one of SHIELD's cells. He notices Loki's not acting like he was the year before and he wonders just what is going on. That's when things turn upside down for the assassin as memories of dreams he had been having the past year return to the forefront of his mind.
Clint Barton, otherwise known as Hawkeye, was currently walking through the cell blocks of SHIELD HQ after dumping the last criminal the Avengers fought and paused before back tracking and staring into one of the cells in shock. There, laying in a heap in the back of the cell, in a corner, was the bruised, battered, and bloodied body of Loki. He only recognized the man because the demi-god had spent so long in his mind. He blinked a few times in shock and his feet took him to the glass wall on their own. "Loki?" he asked, sounding as shocked as he felt, hadn't the man been up in Asgard doing time out or something? When Clint didn't get a response he tried again. "Boss?" he asked, trying to keep his tone normal, not wanting to sound concerned.
When Loki heard Clint's voice he tensed up and didn't respond, he was a tattered mess and he had no magic to cast illusions over himself, but by now it was too late, the assassin had seen the blood, the bruises, the wounds, the shame. Loki then heard the old term the blue-eyed blond used to call him he scoffed and struggled to turn around, not able to suppress a whimper of pain that escaped his mouth. He looked over at Clint and tried(key word here) to glare but was only able to succeed in looking like a wounded kitten or puppy. "What..." he rasped out, wincing at how horse and cracked his voice sounded. "what is it you want Barton?" he managed, trying to hide how painful it was to even speak. "Come... come to punish me as well? To mock me?" he coughed, voice raw from misuse.
Clint hid the horror he felt at the treatment of someone he had once considered an ally. He paused at that thought and shook his head to clear it. 'Ally? When had he ever become an ALLY?' "No Boss, I just came to drop off some files at Fury's desk and to transport a prisoner. What the hell happened to you?" he asked, concern finally slipping through. He frowned as the dreams, no nightmares, he had been pushing aside the past year started to resurface. Nightmares of blackness, of screams, blood, torture, pain, rape, the feeling of being trapped. He felt the sudden urge to throw up and ran a hand over his face, realization dawning on his face. "Excuse me Boss..." he turned and fled, for some reason not able to stomach the thought of Loki looking the way he had, being treated the way he had.
Once back at Stark Tower, or as it is known now, Avengers' Tower, Clint went straight to Tony's lounge and grabbed the strongest stuff the billionaire had. Tony glanced up when he heard Jarvis announce Hawkeye was back. He blinked a few times as he took in his friend's pale appearance and watched the man grab for a glass and his strongest stuff. "Dude... What the hell happened at HQ? You looked like someone shot your dog before running it over." he stated, glancing at the clock, seeing as it wasn't even noon yet he figured it must have been pretty bad for Clint to look like death warmed over, and to be drinking at this time of day.
Hawkeye eyed Tony and downed the first glass before pouring a second and downing that one as well, reveling in the burn as it slid down his throat. Once he had his third glass and was sipping at it, feeling more calm than before he flopped next to Tony on the couch. "You would too if you saw what I did while exiting the Cells of HQ." he stated bluntly and leaned back against the couch. "Has Thor ever mentioned Loki escaping?" he asked suddenly, sitting up, wondering if the blond demi-god knew his brother was not on Asgard.
Tony eyed his friend like he had grown an extra head or lost his mind(again). "Not that I am aware of. Why?" he asked, not sure he was going to like where this is going.
Clint looked at Tony seriously and handed over his glass of amber, liquid fire and spoke. "I don't think, no wrong, I know Loki is not on Asgard any longer. And given the condition he is in I don't think he escaped on his own... If he escaped at all."
"Just what the fucking hell are you implying Clint?" Tony asked, eyeing the blind like he had gone nutters. "And how the hell would you know if Loki isn't in Asgard doing time out?"
Barton shot Tony a glare and sighed. "Jarvis? Can you hack into SHIELD's surveillance of the cell blocks? We don't need the audio but then again... have that to please... just send the file to Tony's phone... I don't need to witness that again..." he asked the AI and suppressed the urge to vomit again as the images were fresh in his mind, like a torn open wound.
"Of course Sir. Starting the hacking and downloading now. what shall I name the file?" the AI dutifully replied.
Clint hummed and shrugged. "Call it project Demi-god." he stated and stood to get another glass of beer, seeing as he had given his to Tony. After he had poured the glass he sat back down and waited for the file to download after hearing Jarvis' "Yes sir Hawk." A few minutes later he heard the AI say the download was complete. The blond glanced up and waited, watching for Tony's reactions.
Tony paled visibly as he watched the feed, beginning when the SHIELD agents dragged Loki's broken body into the cell. His stomach turned as he watched the beatings, and the questioning. the man of iron didn't know how he should feel with this information, the visual proof Loki was being tortured and possibly had been before. He paused and hit the pause button and had Jarvis do a close up of Loki's eyes, they were green, not the blue he had remembered seeing when he had been tossed out of his own window, in this very room. He frowned in thought and looked up to Clint who had raised an eye brow. "Legolas..." he paused and pondered how to phrase his next question. He swallowed thickly and downed the glass of strong alcohol he had been given and stared at Clint. "Do you remember what Loki's eyes were before he you know..." he tapped his forehead, not wanting to upset the assassin next to him.
Hawkeye hummed and began to think back to the day he had first met Loki, just before he had been mind-wiped. "they were Blue." he stated, blinking a few times in shock at having actually remembered that detail. He shook himself out of his state and looked at Tony with a skeptical look. "Why?" he asked, wondering what the billionaire was up to now.
Tony Stark cleared his throat and took a sip the amber tumbler in his hands before gazing at Clint, looking serious. "I remember them being blue too. You know, when he had thrown me out my own window." he sighed and mock pouted. "And after I offered him a drink too!" he lamented mockingly, trying to lighten the mood. "anyways, in the feed Robbie has green. like, green green. emerald green... though now they look dull, empty, broken and..." he stopped and the horror dawned on him. "Shit..." he looked up at Clint. "He wanted to die... I remember him saying his allies were "less than kind" to him a couple of times..." he mused, suddenly feeling sick at the unbidden thoughts. He knew he should finish watching the feed but turned off his phone, not wanting to deal with it. "When are we going to go get him?" he asked, standing up, looking determined.
Clint shook his head in amusement and grinned. "My kinda man. We can do it now." he stated and went to get suited up and grab his spare arrows from his room.
Back in his cell Loki groaned and hissed in pain as he struggled to sit up. He tugged at the collar on his neck that bound his magic, cursing Odin to all the realms and levels of Hel for having blocked his magic. He couldn't even heal himself, not that he wanted to. He would actually rather die than have to deal with all of this. He sighed softly and leaned against the wall of his cell the best he could as he sat on the floor, thinking back to the day Barton had discovered him here instead of in Asgard. He wondered how the assassin had even recognized him. He shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes, feeling incredibly weak. He could feel his life blood draining from him and pool under him on the floor. His vision started to cloud and the light faded. Before he could fully "go dark" he heard a voice from down the hall that sounded like music to his ears. "LOKI! WE'RE HERE FOR YOU! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON US!"