Chapter 7

Clint didn't know how long him and Scott had been left alone for. Sitting in this sort off prison with only your thoughts and pain to keep you company does mess up a person's sense of time, but judging by how soaked Scott was it couldn't off been that long. Apart from his hair which was still a bit damp and mattered, it was beginning to dry but the young brunettes clothes were still completely wet through. He was again unconscious with his head slumped into his right shoulder. Clint could hear the obvious rattling in Scott's chest as he strained to breathe properly and see the ongoing tremors pulsating through his body due to the coldness and probably shock.

Flashback

"90 seconds Barton do you really think he can carry on doing this before it kills him?" William said sternly at the archer but kept looking down at Scott who was thrashing violently in the seat he was chained too. Loud gurgling could be heard from under the towel placed over his face, water again being mercilessly poured onto the fabric.

"No he fucking can't you piece off shit, why don't you get it into you fucking brain I don't know where Fury is I'm retired I don't fucking know anything" Clint's words came out slurred but painful wails due to his broken jaw.

"Don't bullshit me Barton I know, you know where he is . I know he was involved in evacuating those Sicovian's when that robot decided to make a floating island" Cross frustratingly spat back. " And if you are retired why were you involved in that scrap between Stark and Rodgers, it's not a good idea lying to me when I have eyes everywhere telling me something different"

"It's the truth you dipshit I honestly don't know anything, just fucking stop you are going to kill him" the last part off Clint's response came out in more off a plea. It was an unnatural thing for the archer to begin showing his enemy any sort of emotion apart from sarcasm or anger but it was getting harder and harder to control the frustration and fear he had for Scott under control. This didn't go unnoticed by Cross and it brought a spin chilling smiling to his face. Looking down at Scott he could see that his thrashing had been replaced with convulsions.

"Stop"

Flashback Ends

Clint's trail off thought was interrupted by the loud clang off the door unlocking and swinging open, allowing William and his henchman to enter. Looking at the two men Cross frowned when his eyes landed on Scott.

"Really he's still asleep what a lazy kid we have here" Cross smirked and shook his head "Donald do the honours and wake him up" With that the second newly names henchman walked over to Scott and slapped him across the face.

"AHH FUCKING WHAT HEY!" Scott immediately screamed out by the impact to his cheek. Jolting awake he wildly scanned around the room in confusion but stopped when he saw the many pairs off eye that were on him. Groaning the young brunette's head finally caught up with him as the spinning, nausea and burning pain in his chest presented itself.

"Good now that you are rested and the gangs all here let's move on to the next step" William smiled and rubbed his hands together in excitement. "And the good news is Barton it your turn".

"Go fuck yourself you physio" Clint spat back as he glared daggers at the chuckling villain who was walking over to the large tool table. Just like before he traced his hand over the many tools, deciding which one was his favourite in that moment. His mind was made when he spotted the sander. "Whoooo this one looks good I don't think we have ever used this before so it will be a new experience for the both off us" Cross picked up the item and turned around to reveal the archer's chosen torture device "And it's portable happy days"

Both Clint and Scott stomachs dropped knowing what was about to happen and how that was going to be used. Fear building up in the very core of both Avengers more so obvious in Scott who was obviously shaking and breathing hard through his nose. Clint who was better at hiding his fear just stared daggers at Cross who was now walking toward Clint, sander in hand and taking his opposition in front of him.

"Now listen closely Scott it is your turn to answer some questions for me, no bullshit coz it will just make the pain worse for Barton understand" said William who didn't take his focus off Clint.

"I don't understand actually !I don't have any information worth knowing about and if you are going to ask me where this Fury guy is I have no idea who the fuck that is. Maybe it's worth checking the WWE Performance Centre coz if I had to guess he sounds like a pro wrestler" Scott replied in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

" Hahaha you never let me down when it comes to saying something funny, to be honest I'm not actually sure if you are being sarcastic or if you are just generally as stupid as you look" laughed Cross. "Anyway we can't get distracted now, Raph I need you secure his legs and hold Barton in place while you Donald can have the first round of playing with the sander" With the shake of their heads both men complied, Cross handed the tool to the bodyguard while the other pulled out a zip tie out off pocket and bent down in front of Clint's legs to put the tie on.

Unfortunately for Raph the archer wasn't too fond off that idea and in a swift motion lashed out and kicked the henchman square in the face with his knee. The sudden action caused man's nose bone to shatter instantly and blood splattered everywhere. Raph screamed out in agonising pain and immediately grab his now bleeding and broken appendage. Being off guard in that second made it easy for Clint to again lash out and grab the henchman by the neck using his legs and place him in a choke hold.

Clint was so pumped with adrenaline he failed to notice what William was doing until he heard the villain clear his throat. Looking up the archer saw Cross pointing a gun straight at Scott. "Carry on Barton and test me, I will happily put a bullet in him your choice"

The archer growled and reluctantly let go off the man's neck causing the henchman to fall back and gasp out to try and get air back into his body. After a few seconds off composer the now pissed off bodyguard growled and focused straight at Clint, he then darted at the archer and wrapped his huge hands around his throat. "You broke my fucking nose you little shit, I'm going to make you suffer for that" Raph barked angry as he increased the pressure on Clint's neck causing the archer gasp out even more for oxygen he was being deprived off.

"Raph that's enough now we need to stay on track I have dinner reservations at 7." said William who was putting the gun back in its hoist. "Clean your nose and get that tie on him, you can get that fixed later"

With a growl Raph let go off Clint's throat allowing him to cough out and gulp down oxygen he had been starved off. The henchman then pulled out a tissue from his jacket pocket, wincing as he started wiping his nose to clear of some of the blood that covered the bottom half off his face. He then proceed in tying the young blondes angles together but this time without incident. Once the task had been fulfilled Raph stood up and made his way behind and roughly gripped the archers already bond arms in an iron grip, making sure to unleash as much discomfort to the prisoner as possible.

"OK good now as I was saying I am going to ask you Scott some questions and if I not satisfied with the response Donald is going have the chance to brush up on his DIY sanding skills" said William as he strolled over and placed himself in front of Scott, he then motioned to the sander wielding bodyguard who instantly turned on the device.

"Right my boy first question and it's an easy one Hank Pym's Pym Particles where are they stored because the formula my cousin created seems to have some unfortunate side effects. So collecting a sample from Pym's own formula would make it a lot easier to correct the problems"

"Like I'm going to tell you fuck face" Scott then spat directly at Cross which landed on his cheek.

William frowned in disgust and wiped the saliva from his face. He looked down at the wetness on the back off his hand for a second before scowling again at Scott. " Fine…DONALD DO ONE OFF HIS LEGS FIRST 20 SECONDS!"

On cue and with help from his colleague the henchman rolled up Clint's trouser legs and then quickly brought the active sander down onto the young blondes now exposed skin.

Clint howled out in pain as the rough material began to violently scrape away a good chunk off the top few layers off his skin. The burning hot pain pulsated through his limp and climbed its way upwards, wrapping his whole lower body in sheer agony. His screams also made his already busted jaw rebel against him and shoot white hot pain throughout his skull. He could hear Scott protest but the desperate pleas to get them to stop only fell on deaf ears.

'Please Scott don't tell them anything' the archer prayed to himself.

Another Chapter down

I've just at this moment decided to cover this event in two chapters because I want to write a bit more but can't stay awake much longer. And me being stubborn and impatient I wanted to upload a new chapter tonight lol. So gonna compromise instead :D

Anyway I hope it OK….Please review and is there anything you would like me to include in this story, I'm making it as I go along so not got any set paths apart for maybe an escape and at the end, so open to any suggestions :D