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Chapter 9

Fury was, for the lack of a better word, furious.

He couldn't imagine what had happened to protocol, to the extensive background checks and tests upon tests upon tests that was conducted on the rare account that an enemy chose to defect.

The fact that James "Bucky" Barnes aka Winter Soldier had managed to pass every single test and fool every single person in the company told him that protocol and extensive background checks, lie detector tests and the works was not enough to stop infiltration to his precious organization.

He should have trusted Barton, when Barton had gone up to him at the start of this whole thing and voiced his concerns. He was suspicious to the Winter Soldier's request to defect, dropping into headquarters out of nowhere and asking for a new beginning. From Barton's experience people who were that good at their job didn't just defect without a good reason. Romanoff had taught him that.

Fury had brushed Barton's concerns off, although backed by Coulson. It had more to do with the fact that Fury was convinced that Barton's feelings towards the man was fueled by his emotional attachment to his former partner.

He should have trusted Barton, but for a while it as though the Winter Soldier had successfully defected working missions for them that killed many of the operatives that the Winter Soldier had recently worked with. Recent events show that it wasn't the case; the Winter Soldier was as loyal to Mother Russia as ever.

To make things worse, Romanoff was being accused of intending to murder Barton who she was in Vietnam with, Rogers was slowly dying and the Winter Soldier was nowhere to be found. It was almost like the Loki incident, except with less aliens and more drama.

"Banner, did you find anything that pertains to the serum that Rogers was injected with?" Fury asked walking into the infriamy where Stark and Banner were busy with calculations and machines to try to save their friend's life.

"Tony is working on that right now, Director. He think he's found the cure and gave it to the Captain," Bruce replied walking towards Tony and putting a hand on the man's shoulders.

"Tony?" Bruce said knocking the man out of his concentration. Stark looked at Fury with a sigh.

"My dad had the data report from the original Super Soldier Serum encoded in his journal, he added some modifications that he thought would improve the next candidate but I held off on making them for Rogers," Tony stated running around the lab and analyzing the materials all around him. "The anti-bodies that he was injected with to kill the Super Soldier Serum he was originally injected with was created by the Soviets. It had their chemical encodings all over it."

"Do you need any help tracking the Winter Soldier?" Bruce asked Fury.

"When you find him, you give him to us," Tony stated meeting Fury's eye. "He has a lot to pay for, Romanoff too."

"We're taking care of Winter Soldier," Fury stated. What he meant was he was working on tracking where the man had hidden underground at. For a man who had a prosthetic, he was fairly good at blending in the crowd. "You two take care of this problem and get the Captain back to as close to 100 as he's going to get in the short term. We'll worry about long term later."

"I've already injected him with the modified serum. He has three hours with his metabolism to get this through and he should wakeup," Tony stated.

Fury nodded and turned to walk out of the room going back to the control center where they were tracking Romanoff and Barton's whereabouts in Vietnam.

He stared at the two flashing dots on the screen which indicated that the two were close to their destination.

"Hill," Fury called out behind him for his right hand.

"Sir?"

"I need you to get Strike Team Alpha from the Pacific HQ out for backup. Get a fucking medical airlift ready too. I have a feeling shit's about to go down on Barton and Romanoff."

Hill nodded, her stomach twisting. "On it, sir."

If there was one thing that Natasha hated to do, it was low crawling. Low crawling through the muddy jungles of Vietnam was even worse. The Red Room had trained her in snowy, mountainous terrains and had rarely sent her into a part of the globe where she would have to crawl through muddy jungles. Her expertise was seduction, interrogation and assassination. Crawling through mud was a soldier's job and Natasha was no soldier.

It wasn't until sunrise that Clint stopped crawling and motioned her to do as well, hiding behind a giant bush. Clint quickly shredded his muddy clothes before balling it up and burying it in the earth leaving no evidence that they were there. Natasha followed his lead, taking the clean pair of cameos that he handed her.

They approached the tunnel silently, ensuring that their feet wouldn't make a sound. Clint looked behind him at Natasha who was covering him, guns pointed and ready, their senses trained for any unnatural movement or sound in the surrounding. When they reached the entrance of the tunnel, Clint walked in while Natasha stayed outside for a moment scanning for threats before following suit.

Clint had his weapon at the ready as he approached the entrance of the tunnel. Ten feet into the dark abyss, he was greeted to by a dimly lit room where a man stood at the corner of the room, his back to Clint.

"Love is for children, Natalia," the man whispered in Russian. "You will remember now."

Before Clint could even blink, Natasha ran from behind him and into the lit room. The man who previously had his back turned to Clint faced him with a smirk on his face and Natasha behind him, gun trained on Clint.

"Bring him to me," Bucky spat in Russian. Natasha, soldier like, walked up to Clint and pinned both his arms behind his back and pushed him to Bucky. She then stood off to the side at attention awaiting instruction.

Bucky looked at Clint with devious smile on his face. He switched his language to English as he held the archer's chin to meet his eye. "I always hated you, Clinton Barton."

"Feeling's mutual," Clint muttered as a reply his eyes jumping from the stoic Natasha to Bucky.

"You took Russia's finest away from her. You are to blame for turning her into that... naive American who thought that her ledger could be wiped clean," Bucky spat at him throwing a punch with his normal hand. "Americans and their American Dream... I was an American too, once. Tell me, Barton. What was your dream? Was Natalia your dream?"

"Fuck off," Clint replied earning a series of punches and kicks throughout his body.

"Natalia," Bucky said glancing behind him at the Black Widow, his speech in perfect Russian. "Hold him back for me."

"Natasha," Clint whispered to her seeing that look in her face that he hasn't seen since the early days he had brought her into SHIELD. That was the look she got when her brain would reprogram back into Natalia Romanov, the Black Widow, heartless in her killing. She really was the Soviet Union's perfect weapon.

Natasha's eyes refocused on Clint like it had so many times when she woke up in the middle of the night not knowing who she was. Clint felt hope surge through him.

"Fight it, Nat," Clint whispered as Natasha pulled him to face Bucky and received more kicks. Bucky took out his knife and let the blade glisten in the cheap yellow light.

"You, Barton. You don't know when to leave other's possessions alone."

Bucky raised his hand up and stabbed Clint in the gut.

"You would think, with the poison I had Natalia injected into your garage you would learn to stay the fuck away," Bucky hissed stabbing Clint with every word. Clint's gaze snapped to Natalia who was currently guarding the door.

Stark had warned him before they left for this mission to be careful because Natasha couldn't be trusted. Clint had brushed it off at first because Natasha would never hurt him, never betray his trust. It seemed he was a fool.

"Oh yes, Barton. Natalia was the one who poisoned you. When I took her to Berlin, I was able to reprogram her," Bucky smirked. "She was supposed to be permanently reprogramed, but what I didn't know was that you little fuckers messed with her head too. As soon as she saw you, when you called out for her when you were convulsing in that car... she reverted back to being Little Miss Natasha Romanoff."

Bucky had a disgusted look in his face as he stabbed at Clint a few more times, ensuring that the places he stabbed wouldn't cause Clint to instantly bleed out. He wanted the man to suffer.

Bucky smiled at Clint, stabbing him in the gut and digging the knife in. "Fixed that little problem though. She is Natalia now."

"Painful way to die," Bucky turned to Natasha. "Natalia, make him suffer."

Natasha nodded her head and twisted Clint's arm behind his back, tying it up onto a rope. He dragged his body to the wall where they had the old POW torture hooks when the Vietnamese used to take the hands of a POW and pull it up to dislocate both their shoulders in order to get them to talk, spill their deepest secrets.

Clint was a solider. He knew the Code of Conduct. He stayed silent.

Natasha pulled on the rope that in turn pulled on Clint's shoulder.

"Scream for me, Hawkeye," Natasha said as she tugged the rope harder watching Clint clench his jaw and grit his teeth in pain.

"Scream for me!" Natasha shouted as she tugged harder and a large pop was heard throughout the room, as Clint finally screamed in pain.

Natasha lowered the rope seeing Clint's body crumble before tugging on the rope once again to repeat the painful process of dislocating Clint's shoulder. She had done it four more times, taking pleasure in every scream, grunt and murmer that involuntarily came out of Clint.

Bucky walked over to Natasha with a smile of his face. He patted her cheek just as he did when he was training her in the Red Room. "That's enough. Hold him still for me, my pet."

Natasha nodded her head holding Clint's shaking body upright, forcing his weak body to hold his weight.

"In thirty minutes, this tunnel will be filled with KGB operatives who would love to get their hands on you," Bucky stated taking the gun from his pocket, squeezing Clint with his mechanical hand making the archer choke. "I'm going to be nice to you since you treated my Natalia very well. For that, I will give you a quick death I don't think you deserve."

Bucky charged the gun.

Aimed.

Fired.

... and cliffhanger!

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