Prompts: Stomach Pain/Head Trauma/Back from the Dead

Clint/Mikayla (or is it?)

Sorry, it's late, but the website was down, so I didn't get it posted on time.

The man woke up to blinding lights shining down on him. He rapidly blinked his eyes, trying to focus. "Sir, he's awake." The man turned his head to see a woman wearing a dark blouse, black pants, and a white lab coat speaking to someone the man couldn't see. After talking, the woman stepped away from the bed, replaced by a similarly dressed man with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and a goatee.

"Thank you." The man in the lab coat nodded to the woman, then looked down at the figure on the bedside. "Good afternoon. You've been asleep for a few days now. Are you in any pain?" The man, who the bedridden patient assumed was a doctor, picked up a tablet and appeared to review some data.

The man in the bed answered the question. "My stomach hurts, but I'm not sure why."

"I'm not surprised. You were out of it when we discovered you. There was a bullet wound to your stomach, but we were able to retrieve the bullet and sew up the wound." The patient attempted to lift his hospital gown but soon realized his arms were strapped to the bed rails.

"That was for your safety. When you first came out of the anesthesia, you were thrashing around. There was a concern you might rip out your stitches. Now that you're calm, we can discard them." The doctor pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the handcuffs around the patient's wrists, allowing him to look at his stomach. The man saw a neat line of stitches across his abdomen. For some reason, the wound didn't look as horrible as he'd imagined it. "We'll give you some pain medicine. Are you hungry?"

The man considered the question. He wasn't sure why he didn't know what hunger felt like. "I'm not sure."

"That's to be expected. We'll give you some nourishment through your IV." The doctor pointed to the patient's left arm, where an IV had been inserted. "I'll let the nurse know, and she'll get you something for the pain." The doctor laid the tablet on the rolling table, then left the room.

The man in the bed wondered how he'd gotten here, wondered what had happened to cause him to be in this hospital room. He closed his eyes and tried to think, but that made his head hurt. When he remembered that he was no longer bound to the hospital bed, he slowly swung his legs off the bed and sat upright. He took a moment for the room to stop spinning, then grabbed the IV pole and tentatively stood. Once he felt he was able, he began to shuffle around the room, feeling the strength gradually returning to his legs. The man wondered what would happen if he walked out the door. He shrugged his shoulders, figured what the hell, then went to the door and opened it. As soon as he stepped into the hall, lights began flashing, and a loud alarm went off, causing him to stop immediately. "Sir," a nurse approached him. "We'll need you to go back and lay down. It's unsafe for you to be up and around right now."

"Why?"

"You're recovering from a major stomach wound. Walking around could cause your stitches to come out, and we don't want that." The man thought that sounded plausible, so he turned around, returned to his room, and sat down on his bed. "Thank you, sir. If you give me just a moment, I'll be back with the medicine the doctor ordered." The man nodded as the nurse left, then he pulled back the covers and laid back down, waiting for what would happen next.

The nurse walked into the doctor's office, where he was reviewing some notes. "He's ready. He just tried to escape his room."

"Good," the doctor smiled. "We shall soon have our new soldier. He's so much more compliant than the others. The handlers will be pleased." The doctor stood and went over to a cabinet, unlocked it, and took out a syringe filled with an orange-colored fluid. "Let's go revolutionize the medical world," he said. The two returned to the patient's room. "I heard you tried to leave us. Are we not treating you well?"

"I'm sorry," the patient replied. "I…I was just wondering what was outside or if there was anything around other than this place."

"That's fair. I have a proposition for you. Your stomach wound is almost healed. I've got some medicine I can give you that will help speed up the process. Why don't you let me give you the medicine, let it have a chance to work, and then we'll let you take a walk around outside? Does that sound a good deal?"

The patient nodded and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess."

"Good. Now, please pull up your gown. I'll need to inject it into your thigh for the medicine to have the quickest effect." The patient complied, and as soon as he bared his thigh, the doctor jabbed his thigh with the needle and injected the medicine. Once the fluid was emptied into the man, the doctor pulled the syringe out and pocketed it.

Suddenly, the patient released a series of primal screams and began writhing and thrashing. "Make it stop! My body's on fire! Make it go away!" The screams eventually dissolved into mumbling, and he finally stopped thrashing. When he quieted down, the doctor and nurse left his room.

After returning to his office, the doctor placed a phone call. "It's done. He's ready for you."

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER

A man with black hair, dressed in a tight black shirt, black tac pants, and black combat boots, stood in the gym's doorway, watching a tall, blond man going through a workout. The blond was lifting weights, doing sit-ups, throwing punches at a punching bag, etc. The man leaning against the door jamb crossed his arms and smiled as another punching bag flew across the gym. "Okay, that's enough for this session, Goliath." The blond, wearing a dark blue shirt and matching gym shorts, stopped what he was doing and stood at attention. "Good job. We have a mission for you, along with a new uniform. Follow me." The man followed the dark-haired man to another room. "Here you go. I'll be waiting out here." He stepped out of the room to give the blond man a small amount of privacy to change, though he left the door open. The blond went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, returned to the bedroom, and opened the closet door. He pulled out the clothing on the hanger and quickly changed into it. When he was done, he walked into the hallway and met the other man, who quickly eyed him up and down. The blond, whose bangs were swept across his forehand with a wisp of hair hanging down over his left eyebrow, was wearing a white t-shirt, which stretched tightly across his broad chest and massive biceps. The pants were made of a form-fitting red material, molded to his thighs. The pants were tucked into a pair of blue boots, and a matching-colored holster was across his chest. "You'll do." He spun around, knowing the blond would follow him like the lap dog he'd become thanks to the conditioning he'd received.

When they arrived at a large office, the dark-haired man stepped aside and shoved the blond inside. "He's all yours, sir."

A dignified-looking man with russet-colored hair and wearing a grey three-piece suit nodded. "You're dismissed." The man nodded and walked away, leaving the blond alone with the other man. "I've received excellent reports about your skills, Goliath. This is going to be your most important mission. We're going to have you take out an entire team of people. These people don't agree with our way of life and need to be done away with before they can do any more harm." The man handed Goliath a folder. He quickly reviewed the information and nodded. "Your handler will drive you and drop you off at their residence. They will think you are someone else but pay them no mind. Don't let them influence you. Remember your mission. Good luck." The man in the suit dismissed him.

The blond climbed into the back of a van and sat down as he was driven to the location. "I'll be back in an hour, Goliath." The blond climbed out of the van and walked into an office building.

A voice came from somewhere overhead. "Welcome back, Agent Barton. It's been a few years. I'll alert the team you're here."

A few minutes later, the elevator dinged, and a female came rushing out of the elevator and ran to the blond. "Clint! Oh, my God! I thought you were dead!

As she went to wrap her arms around him, the man called Goliath pulled out a gun and aimed it at her head. "Who the hell is Clint?"