Kidnapped

Clint was strolling through the park after a mission. He was limping slightly but that was the worst of it. They were currently waiting for evac and Clint decided to take a walk, helping the adrenaline out of his system.

His phone starts ringing in his pocket. He takes it out and answers without looking at the number, Natasha is the only one that has his number. "Hey." He says.

"Clint, where are you? Evac's here." She says.

"Oh. Sorry I'm in the park, I'm coming th-" he turns around to walk the other way and is cut off with a grunt when the butt of a gun is slammed into his temple. He falls like a sack of potatoes, phone slipping out of his hand and falling onto the ground.

Natasha hears this and shouts into the phone. "Clint?!" She asks. The only sound she receives is the crunch of the phone being stepped on and crushed under a boot. "Dammit." She grunts under her breath.

She runs over to Steve and tells him. "I think Clint just got kidnapped." She states. He turns to her with surprise. "What?"

"I called him to tell him to get his butt back over here and he turned around and just got knocked out. His phone dropped and then someone stepped on it." She says. Steve is ready to face palm. "Let's go track him."

They go up to Tony and ask him to track Clint's phone. But as far as their luck goes, it doesn't. Clint's phone isn't traceable because it's broken. Natasha tells them to go to the nearest park because that's probably where Clint said he was last.

At the park there is no one. It's practically abandoned except for a rusty swing that's still swinging. "Of course Clint comes here." After a couple minutes of searching, they find his phone in the grass. All cracked and broken. "Clint's gonna be pissed." Natasha says.

Everyone turns towards Tony when his phone starts ringing. He looks at it, "it's a random number." He says. Natasha rushes to his side, snatching his phone from his hands.

She picks up and doesn't say anything, then a gravelly voice starts speaking. "We have your friend Tony Stark, we suggest you take him back because he only has 24 hours left to live. Unless you give us 1 million dollars, he is dead tomorrow. You have 24 hours." Natasha gestures to Tony to start talking. "Uhh uhh where do I call you to give you the money?"

"Call this number and we'll give you further information." Tony looks at Natasha, she mouths to him. "Keep going!"

"We need proof of life." Tony adds. There is a long pause and shuffling on the other line.

"Say something." The deep voice is muffled as the phone is moved. "Hey Tony." At that voice, the whole team deflates in relief. "Oh thank god" Steve whispers.

Before the phone is pulled away Clint manages to say "third floor, left side." There is a slap that causes Bruce to flinch and Clint's head to snap back. His nose starts bleeding but the abuse doesn't stop. They turn into punches and kicks and the chair he is tied to flips over, crushing his wrist beneath him. He lets out a muffled shout. That's all the team hears before the call disconnects.

"Shit." Natasha says. "He ended too early. He's somewhere in the range of a couple miles though." She sighs. "Third floor, left side. That means he's in a building." She zooms in on the map. "There's an abandoned warehouse right here." She points. "About twenty miles that way." She points.

"You wanna see if he's there?" Tony asks, already getting ready to fly away. "I'll check for heat signatures, start walking over to the jet now though. I'll meet you guys there."

…

Twenty five minutes later they are gathered outside the street a couple houses down. Tony was flying over with Jarvis looking for Clint.

"Hey, I think I got something, there's a couple heat signatures. They're big enough to be people." Steve and Natasha nod to each other. "Thanks Tony, we're heading in now." Together they storm in, Bruce following in quietly because they need him to help Clint afterwards.

…

Clint just finished getting beaten and his head was pounding. His left eye was swollen shut, his nose and lip were bleeding down his chin, dripping onto his shirt. At one point his captors must've flipped him back upright because the pressure on his hand was released. It was currently pulsing with his heartbeat.

Right now, the captors are at the other end of the room, taunting him for not getting out. Little do they know, he is in the midst of his escape plan. He's sawing through the rope, painfully slow, with his Swiss Army knife.

After the course of five minutes the inch thick rope was sawed through and they fell to the ground. Unfortunately, his legs were still tied to the chair. And everyone else in the room noticed the ropes fall. The first man to move received the knife into his shoulder. The next was a punch to the face, they all kept coming and at one point they started whipping out knives.

Clint managed to stop one by grabbing the man's wrist and taking the knife from his hand. With a quick swipe the rope on his ankles were halfway cut. And with another he leapt up and was fighting back, despite the pounding in his head and the fact he can only see out of one eye.

It started out as nine versus one and was about five versus one when the rest of the team barged in. They're all immediately down with bullets in the thigh and knocked from a shield and a lightning bolt. Clint is left leaning over with his right hand on his knee and the left dangling. He's gasping when he looks up to the team. They all look concerned. "Took you…long enough" he pants out.

"You look like shit." Natasha states while walking over and talking his wrist in her hand. "Is it broken?" Clint shrugs. "Don't think so." Natasha calls Bruce over to look at it. While she examines the people scattered all over the floor. "They have guns in their waistbands." She flips the bail. "Huh, there's nothing in them. They just did this for the money, they had no experience."

Clint winces when Bruce tells him to make a fist. While three of his fingers cooperate, the pinky and ring finger do not. "I think it's just these two fingers that are broken, the wrist is fractured." Clint nods and Bruce goes to examine his face. "Your eye is swollen pretty bad. I think we have ice on the jet." The team turns and walks out.

…

In the jet, Clint is sitting in his seat with a newly purple casted hand, the one that goes from your wrist and attaches to his two farthest fingers. His head is leaned back and he's facing up, and an ice pack placed on his eye. His nose is stuffed with tissues because it still has yet to stop bleeding. Natasha kept a concerned gaze on Clint. How the hell does he manage to get kidnapped after the mission is over? She swears that his luck is laughably bad.

Thanks again to KatieMacAlpine!

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