I feel so sorry for Clint! :-( :-)
"Natasha." Clint breathed and turned his head to look at her.
Natasha smiled at him, tears brining in her eyes. She blinked them away, obviously not wanting to cry. "Clint." She said the name as if grateful for the privilege. They both hugged for a brief moment.
When they broke apart Clint sat with his back up against the wall with the window and Natasha sitting opposite him, still cradling her arm and laying her broken leg out in front of her.
Clint recalled having his hands round Natasha's throat and hastily said "I'm sorry, Nat."
"What for?" She asked.
"I tried to kill you." He said, emphasising the word kill.
"But that wasn't you, Clint." She pointed out, "not the real you. Your real personality was shut up somewhere."
"Still... I should have listened to you without you having to tell me my name." He sighed, "and now they know"
"Yeah... But those names aren't really of any value until they know out surnames." She pointed out again.
Clint simply fell silent. He knew there was no chance of them using their names unless they had their surnames. That was their only plus, the only thing he could use to get them out of here, it wasn't much, in fact it was probably the smallest advantage possible but at least it was something.
Clint heard Natasha manoeuvre herself so they were both sitting up against the wall, side by side. He felt sorry for Nat, having a broken leg practically immobilised her and she was no longer very practical in combat. He wondered if he could help her in any way. He couldn't do anything with her arm but her leg...
Clint had his first good look at Natasha's leg. Her Black Widow uniform was blocking view of her skin but Clint could see an obvious bone sticking out at an odd angle to her skin. "Nat?" She looked over at him "we need to set your leg."
"Are you sure you can? I mean you have just been brainwashed." She asked.
True Clint did feel a little dizzy and his head was throbbing but he was alright... "I'm fine." He replied, "but your leg..." He indicated to it.
She looked for a moment and sighed quietly. "Okay."
Clint nodded and moved round to face Natasha and her outstretched leg. He analysed it again, it was broken in two places and would really hurt to set. "You ready?" He asked
"As I'll ever be." Natasha replied and visibly prepared for the pain.
Clint looked down to her leg and worked out the best and most pain free way to do it. Clint glanced up at Natasha one last time before placing a hand gently on her ankle and the other where the bone was protruding from her skin. When he touched the bone he heard a small intake of breath from Natasha. Clint paused letting her regain composure and then continued with setting the bone.
He pulled gently on her ankle and pushed the bone back into place. He heard a small cry persist from Natasha's lips but he continued until the first break was completely set.
After it was set he looked up, concerned, at Natasha.
When seeing his concern she said "keep going I'm fine"
Clint wasn't completely convinced that she was fine but positioned himself to set the other break anyway.
After a few more moments, Natasha's leg looked at least a little better.
"Thanks." she said.
"It's fine." He replied and moved back against the wall.
Sometime after that Natasha fell asleep and Clint found her head resting on his shoulder as it was last night.
It was strange, Clint thought, they actually had no way of telling if it was night or day, the cell had no windows except for the one giving them the view into the next cell. He was just assuming that when they slept, it was night.
Clint looked down at Natasha, she looked more peaceful tonight, He supposed it was because her leg was in the correct place, he concluded.
Clint closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. Sleep didn't come. Every time he closed his eyes he was reminded of the blinding pain of brainwashing. He wondered if this was how Natasha felt when she used to Wouk for the Red Room, brainwashed into doing things she didn't want to do.
He was two people, both Bruce and Clint, only one person being his true self. But Bruce's personality would still be programmed into some distant part of his mind.
Eventually though, Clint gave into sleep.