seriously guys don't kill me! TWIST ENDING!
Cracks began forming in the walls, he started struggling trying to get free. Chunks of the ceiling started falling and he struggled even more, he had to get free or-
His thought were cut off by a scream that ended abruptly. A massacre chunk of the ceiling had fallen and crushed Marzia.
Good riddance he thought in between yanks on his chains.
One of the shackles burst free from the wall, it was still attached to his have but he'd work on that later. Clint yanked free his other three limbs and hurried over to Natasha as the room crumbled around them.
"Hold on." He instructed, working on the chains that tied her to the chair.
"Clint." Natasha said gently. He ignored her, "Clint, you have to go. You're not going to get out of here with me."
"I'm not leaving!" He said yanking off the chains around her arms.
"You have to." She was almost pleading with him now.
"No, I can't!" One of her legs were free. Not the other. He lifted her up putting her un-skinned arm around her shoulder.
A chunk of the ceiling fell and crushed the doorway, they limped out and were faced with a corridor.
Clint led Natasha to the right, almost dragging her along. They rounded a couple of corners and reached a large doorway, light pouring through it - the exit.
"C'mon!" Clint urged but massive chunks of concrete were falling all around them and Natasha knew what would come next.
"Clint," she called out to him, "Clint, I want you to know... I didn't mean what I said back there..."
"We'll make it..." He replied, keeping a steady pace towards the door.
Rubble was falling by the door, it would block it soon and they were still about 25 meters away from it.
Clint scooped her up in his arms and began sprinting to the door, determined to make it.
15 meters
10
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Natasha heard a low rumble and looked up. A chunk of the ceiling was falling towards the door way. They would never make it!
Clint hugged her close, still running, "I love you." He whispered in her ear before throwing her out the door.