MASSIVE CLIF HANGER WARNING! :-)

After a while Marzia stopped and Clint heard Natasha's ragged breathing in front of him. He had closed his eyes a while back, unable to watch and keep silent.

Clint slowly opened his eyes and met with the view of Natasha sitting with her head bowed, breathing heavily and with bright red blood streaming from her arm which had fresh bits of skin hanging off of it.

Natasha slowly raised her head, "Clint?" Oh, no. No, no, no! Don't say that! Clint felt something rip inside him. He had to tell her something, comfort her. But he couldn't. Couldn't let everything spill. He wouldn't let everything spill.

"Clint?" She repeated. No, no! Stop! Clint tied to tell her that he couldn't speak by mere body language. He wasn't sure if it worked but Natasha stopped repeating his name which was a bonus for the moment.

"Aww. How sweet." Marzia chimed in kicking herself off the wall she was leaning against.

Oh shut up! Clint thought, he was just about fed up with Marzia. What was she going to do now!

"It's a pity," Marzia continued, "such a pity that we must waste such a love."

Clint glowered at Marzia, practically radiating hate. He was really ready to kill her.

But in the end it was Natasha that spoke, "love is for children." She state plainly.

Clint hardly even noticed when a little part of him died right there. So many parts of him had died throughout this life, he almost didn't notice it now. But he noticed this time, Natasha was part of the reason he was still sane, how could she have just said that?

And just for a second Clint's resilience flickered.

Like a viper, Marzia struck at this sign of weakness, "what are your names?" She asked excitedly.

No no no no! NOOO! Don't sa- "Clint Barton and Natasha Rominoff."

Clint mentally fave palmed himself, how could he be so stupid! Why did he let his resilience crack!
He tried to put up mental walls again but the flood was beginning and Marzia was going to take advantage of it.

"Lovely" she purred.

"Clint!?" Natasha called out weakly and in disbelief. Clint couldn't blame her, he was weak. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, he was sick of this, sick of his life.

Clint tried to map out Marzia's next move, she most likely would find out some information for herself.

"Now... Tell me." Marzia continued, "where are the Russian bases for SHIELD?"

No NO! Okay don't be specific, give her as little information as possible "two north, one South and one east and west."

He wasn't lying but he wasn't giving her what she wanted either, he could play this game but he had given away too much already. No more.

Marzia was suddenly in front of him and she lashed out striking Clint on the cheek. He felt warm blood trickle down his cheek from where she had just scarred him.

"Don't be smart with me." She warned coldly.

"Why not?" He asked childishly.

"Because it's not just you I will harm." She stated, "now, tell me the addresses of the SHIELD bases in Russia."

"12 Kooperativnaya ulitsa, Monino, Russia" Clint said reluctantly and through gritted teeth.

He continued to list off all the SHIELD bases slowly, hoping some miracle would crop up.

When he had finished listing them off Marzia grinned and had gotten half way through her next question when Clint felt a soft tremble.

Clint glanced up at Natasha who was staring at him in disbelief.

The room shuddered once more, confirming their suspicions. Earthquake.