Clint's been lying on this table for what felt like days. He honestly had no sense of time anymore. Every couple hours someone would come in and turn on the switch across the room, which would pump electricity into his left leg through electrodes that attached to his quad, hammy, calf, and whatever other muscles are on the sides of his shin and thigh. Two electrodes were on his temples, rarely being turned on but enough that he can't think straight.

They'd untie him and make him walk. The first few times, he threw a fit, but he was hit down too easily with a numb leg, sluggish brain, and against ten men.

He's tried sitting up and leaving multiple times too when he was alone, but they've tied him down too much. There are straps around every limb, even his chest. His forehead had a thick and flat leather strap that seemed strong because it prevented any movement of his neck, that was also tied closely to the table to a point that he would choke if his neck muscle flexed.

There was a thud in the distance as a door opened and Dr. Martin walked in. "How's the leg?" Just as Clint opens his mouth to let out a witty retort he is interrupted. "Just kidding, I don't really care."

He walked across the room and pulled the lever down, Clint barely had time to brace himself before the onslaught of pain assaulted him. He grunted and clenched his teeth shut so hard he was surprised they didn't crack. As he tried pulling himself away from the pain he choked when the pressure of the rope was applied to his neck. About thirty seconds later he was left gasping in pain and his leg was spasming periodically. Hands were on him and pulling him up, but instead of ten, there were only five. Clint decided to take that as an insult, they were calling him weak.

One punch to a guard's face later and Clint's pale, sweaty body was on the ground with his arms pinned to his back. He groans in frustration. With no effort, he is hauled to his feet, only to literally collapse. "Walk." Dr. Martin urges angrily.

With totally unstable and unsteady steps with a load of his weight on his right leg, Clint walks across the room before falling over and clinging onto the wall. The doctor smiles. "Yes, good. Very resilient." Clint doesn't even try anymore when he is picked up effortlessly and tied back to the table.

…

Tony is looking at the screen with bloodshot dry eyes, when suddenly the red circle pings. "Sir, we've picked up Agent Barton's chip." Jarvis states from the ceiling.

Tony gasps in excitement and demands to wake up the team. "Guys…We found him. It took a while because he's probably underground, blocking the signal coming from the chip."

It's been about 10 days since Clint was taken during a mission, no one would've noticed if he didn't show up to the rendezvous point at the end of the battle.

But now they are tracking him down to a lab owned by one named Dr. Raphael Martin.

The building was large white and pristine, looking similar to a hospital. But what made Dr. Martin seem the most suspicious was that his room was in the basement, where no other doctors were. Tony took lead with Steve as they walked to one of the many hospital elevators.

The hospital was completely empty and abandoned, but it seemed like everyone had left recently so that gives the idea that the whole hospital was working on Clint and the "patients" the other doctors were treating were definitely made up or probably other captives.

…

The basement wasn't barren but more of a giant storage room. It was a finished room so it matched upstairs with the painted concrete and extra thick walls and tiled floors and there were doors that led to separate rooms.

"Search the rooms" Steve ordered and the group of seven seperated. Bucky and Sam were included on the mission since they were now considered avengers.

It was Buck who came across the only locked door but with a quick snap of his left arm, the hand was off and the door swung open. His sharp eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

Clint was strapped down to a table and he was shaking. Electrodes were covering his leg and there were two on the side of his head, and Clint's whole body was tense underneath the leather straps holding his limbs down. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and making his hair look slicked back, Bucky doesn't even know if he's still conscious because Clint's eyes are squeezed shut.

"Steve?!" Bucky gasped out. Steve jogs in and releases a similar sound. "I'll get the rest, get him out of the restraints." Steve states quickly, tearing his eyes away from Clint to walk out and wave everyone over.

Electrodes. It takes Bucky not even 5 seconds to get them all off and suddenly Clint goes limp. His eyelids relax and Buck can see his eyes roll to the back of his head. "Dammit!" Bucky whisper-shouts

Bucky starts snapping the metal bindings on the leather. Clint's muscles spasm under his touch and lets out a shout that makes Bucky's stomach churn.

"Nonono Clint?! Clint?" Bucky's hands start shaking as he holds Clint's head as it lolls away from him.

The rest of the team rushes in and Bruce takes over with the med bag he brought in being tossed by his feet. Sam pulls Buck away cause he seems to be frozen in his place.

"Buck you okay?" Sam asks quietly. Bucky's only response is a shaky nod, eyes still glued on where Clint lays.

"The umm…the elect-" he takes a sharp breath in. And gestures vaguely to his head "Electricity to his head…" It clicks with Sam.

"Oh man Buck. Hey, it's okay. Look, it's Clint. He's perfectly fine. I get that this isn't ideal but it's not nearly enough voltage to result in what happened to you. Okay Buck?" Sam questions. Placing his hand on Bucky's shoulder. The only response is a minute nod.

Across the room, Clint was being awakened quickly by Bruce.

"Nnnrrrgg" he groans.

"Clint! There you are, wanna wake up for me? Just want to make sure you're okay." Bruce takes out his penlight and shines it into Clint's over dilated eyes. The iris takes up a lot of the color. Clint flinches back and squeezes his eyes shut to block the involuntary tears. "Ughh"

"It's okay, take your time." Natasha assures him.

It takes a while but honestly the team has time. Steve and Thor did a check of the entire hospital and it was empty, every small room. They assumed that Dr. Martin knew they were coming because someone tipped him off.

Bruce runs his hands over Clint's exposed leg, burn marks from the electrodes stood stark against the toned muscles that were still spasming lightly.

"I don't know how much electricity was exposed to him but it wasn't deadly. I'm assuming a small voltage but for a long time, but I have no clue for the reason." Bruce observes. Tony hums in agreement and settles onto the ground, placing Clint's head gently in his lap.

By the time Clint comes around fully, the whole group is surrounding him and it's the first thing Clint sees after waking up from his stupor.

"Leg?" He whispers hoarsely.

Bruce responds quickly, assuring him. "It's okay, might need a little bit of help but you'll be fine. Clint, can you tell me where the doctor is?"

It takes a couple moments for Clint to comprehend the question and even longer to get his words out. "Hhheeee came earlier. Today…I think. Turned on the switch an-and left. Dunno where."

Tony nods in comprehension and ruffles Clint's hair. Natasha leans over him and stares at Clint. "Why'd he do this to you?" She practically growls.

Clint, oblivious to her rage, answers numbly. "He wanted tah know how much elec- electr-elecity my leg could take before it c-causes pem'nant damage."

Natasha looks away, eyes bright.

Bruce confirms that it is likely that permanent damage was caused but can at most be just under fully healed with physical therapy.

They pull Clint up carefully and he grunts when spasms assault his leg and his vision blacks out. Buck ends up supporting all his weight when Clint lists over on top of him. "Oomph." Bucky releases when he catches all of the weight.

"Jesus Clint lay off the burgers." Bucky says jokingly. Clint huffs out a laugh and straightens out.

The 8 of them make a slow pace to the jet outside and get aboard before flying back to base in New York.

…

After getting examined by Dr. Cho, Clint was almost immediately given a schedule for his therapy appointments.

He was given crutches and expected to be seen at his appointment later that day.

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Time skip: 4 months

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Clint has been off the crutches since about 2 months in and now he just finished his last PT visit. On certain days, his leg bothers him more but on others, like today, he's perfectly fine.

His first mission was with the team and it was really easy and light work for him, or the old him.

His leg hurt him for a couple days afterwards but again, it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Walking into the kitchen with his newfound limp, Clint's happy to say that he's fully recovered, at least the most recovered he'll get.

Occasionally, especially when he's tired, muscle spasms and cramps bother him. Forcing him to grab onto the nearing railing, wall, or person standing by in order to balance himself.

Clint stands up from his stool, "I'm gonna go spar anyone wanna join?" Natasha takes the offer. Steve walks with them, stating that he's still got to do his boxing routine.

An hour into their sparring session, Clint felt what was like a sharp tugging at the back of his thigh. He stands up straight out of his fighting stance.

Natasha notices and takes a couple steps closer until she's by his side. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just a muscle cramp." He tries to relieve pressure by lifting up his left leg but that makes the tug worsen. He sucks in a sharp breath.

"Here, sit down." She offers, already taking his waist and lowering him. Clint seats his butt on the mat and his left leg sits out stiffly in front of him.

His hand is in a fist and rubbing underneath his thigh with the hope to alleviate the pain. Steve joins them a moment later and takes a seat next to Clint. They sit there for not even thirty more seconds before the knot fixes itself. The pain disappears with it.

"Better?" Steve asks, standing guy and reaching his hands out for Clint to take. "Yeah, thanks guys. I guess I'm done for the day huh?" Natasha lets out a laugh.

Hey guys, I don't even wanna talk about how long this took. But umm…sorry to keep y'all waiting. This is for the prompt used as an experiment and this is what I came up with soooo…yeah. Here ya go.