MU HA HA HA HA!

Pain unlike anything he had endured before. Like someone had poured white how metal into his skull. Clint felt like he was going to explode.
'Remember me' the words echoed round in his head for a while and then they were nonexistent. He could feel all his thoughts, memories and personality being sucked into a small box. No! NO! He had to hold onto some old element of himself. Had to remember... 'Remember me...' Clint felt himself cry out once in a last attempt to fight the impossible force attempting to control his mind. 'Remember me'...
And suddenly he was no longer Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye. He was Bruce Malour, sent by HYDRA, the good guys, to kill Natasha, one of the bad guys working for SHIELD.

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When he woke again he found himself lying on his back. Bruce kept his eyes closed for a minute, sensing something above him not knowing if it was dangerous or not. He felt a cool palm on his cheek and a hand on his forehead.

Bruce opened his eyes slowly and focused on the person above him. A woman with vibrant red hair came into focus, Bruce recalled seeing her once before but he couldn't place it...

Them he remembered, Natasha, the person he was meant to kill.

Bruce jumped back quickly getting onto his feet. Natasha looked shocked and Bruce could see her eyes were slightly red as of she had been crying.

She opened her mouth to say some thing but corrected Herself and said "Hawkeye!"

Hawkeye? Who or what was that? "What?" He said, voice full of hatred for the woman in front of him, she was a known criminal and her attempts to manipulate him would not work!

"Who did they make you?" Natasha ignored his question and persisted with her own. "Who are you?"

Bruce saw that she made no attempt to get up. She had a broken leg by the looks of it and there was something wrong with her arm.

Surely Bruce didn't do that. He went in, got the job done and went out. He didn't torture his targets...

"Who are you?" Natasha repeated.

"I am Bruce Malour." He replied coldly.

"Why are you here?" She asked the question without fear and as if she already knew the answer but was just trying to get information.

"I am here to kill Natasha, I am here to kill you." He wasn't sure why he was telling her this but, he supposed, she was a dead woman walking.

Get the job done, Bruce told himself, get it done.

Bruce suddenly leapt forward and pinned Natasha to the ground. She hit the ground hard, hitting her head off the concrete floor and crying out because Bruce had landed on her arm.

It was strange, he thought, Natasha didn't make any move to defend herself. But he dismissed the thought quickly. And placed his hands on her throat.

"Wait!" She cried out as his grip got tighter. Bruce paused, for some reason he wanted to hear what she had to say. "You aren't Bruce."

"You will not manipulate me." He replied, venom in his voice.

"Wait, hear me out." She shot back without fear.

Bruce said nothing.

"You are not Bruce Malour. You are someone else. You have been brainwashed." She explained

"If I am someone else then what's my name?" He asked, not fooled by the witch in front of him.

"I can't say it." She considered for a moment. "You and I were on a mission together. We were sent to shut down a branch of HYDRA but-"

"Liar." Bruce spat "I work for HYDRA. You work for SHIELD. You are a known criminal."

"Wait. Just hear my side of the story." She said it without fear, like she thought she wasn't going to die. "We were captured. Who do you think broke my leg? Who do you think skinned my arm?" She didn't wait for an answer, "they did this to me and then they brainwashed you. Why do you think we are both locked in here? Try the door, they want you to kill me, they have us both locked in, your a prisoner as much as I am."

Bruce didn't trust her, if her story was true, why wouldn't she tell him his name. "If that is true, why won't you tell me my real name?" He challenged.

"HYDRA want our names. They want our real names but with that information they could put us out of action." She replied almost pleading for him to believe her. But he wasn't fooled.

"What's my name?" He asked again.

"I can tell you! This is what they want" she said struggling under Bruce's tightening grip.

"What's my name?!" He almost shouted, squeezing ever tighter on her neck.

"I can't..." She was running out of breath.

"Name!" Bruce, for some reason needed to know.

"Cl- Clint!" She stuttered with the last ounce of oxygen she had left.

Bruce suddenly let go of her. Something was not right...
But... but he was Bruce Malour...

Natasha sucked in air gratefully still lying on the floor.

The name... That name... Bruce didn't know what to think, that name... Clint... Why did it seem so familiar?

"What's my last name?" He asked without looking at her.

"Clint..." She spoke the words as if they hurt. As if the person who owned that name had drifted away, had been lost. "I can't... They already know too much."

"But-" he was Bruce

"Clint... I can't tell you but please, listen to me. You have to remember. Remember me..."
But Bruce didn't hear any more. Just the words 'remember me'.

Remember me.
Remember me.
Remember me...

Bruce's eyes flew open and the blinding pain was back in his head. He backed up to the wall, clutching his temples. He crouched down onto his honkers and cried out from the pain.

Suddenly Natasha was beside him trying to keep him from passing out with the pain.

He was Bruce...
No NO! He was Clint! Clint... What was his second name? Clint...

And like a key fitted into a lock. He suddenly remembered.

Budapest
Natasha
Loki
The battle of New York
Their HYDRA mission
Captured
Tortured
Brainwashed.

'Remember me'

Clint gasped taking large gulps of air. He was Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye.
An agent of SHIELD