Natasha wrapped the ropes tightly around her small waist, making sure to tie her hands to the legs of the chair. She went straight for Clint who had a confused and hurt look plastered on his face.
"Natasha… is it true? Are you really… one of them?"
Tears streamed down Natasha's cheeks. She slapped Clint hard across the face as if trying to revive him into consciousness.
"Wake up, Clint! I am your partner, and I am not working for them! She's doing exactly what Demeter did to me, manipulating you into believing what they say. Please Clint, I love you!
Natasha pulled Clint in for kiss, only this time it was a real kiss, not acting. Natasha gripped Clint's hair longingly, hoping to bring him back to her. Clint kissed back, wanting this for so long. He felt the same way about Natasha; he loved her too.
Natasha broke off the kiss and looked up into Clint's blue eyes, "Do you believe me?"
Clint smiled, assuring her, and turned to Felicia, punching her strongly in the jaw to both her and Natasha's surprise.
"Didn't you're mommy ever tell you it's not polite to hit a lady," Felicia whimpered as her tongue ran along the inside of her bruised cheek.
"My parents died in a car crash," Clint said intensely, grabbing Felicia by the hair and pulling her extremely close, "And you're not a lady!"
Felicia smiled wickedly, seizing the opportunity. She head-butted Clint and did a back flip out of the seat, slipping out of the ropes that held her waist but her hands still tied tightly to the legs of the chair.
"Clint, look out" Natasha screamed as Felicia hoisted the chair over her head and brought it down on Clint's back, breaking her hands free from it.
"Now were even, pretty boy!"
"Damn," Clint choked out, wincing in pain on the floor, "She's like a blonde you, Nat!"
"But I'm so much better," Felicia darkly complemented herself, running straight for Natasha.
Natasha grabbed her gun from her garter but Felicia immediately kicked it out of her hand and jabbed her left arm with her fingers, causing it to go numb.
Natasha tried to throw a punch at Felicia but her left arm was limp and unable to move, "What the hell?"
"Save your strength, honey; you're going to need it," Felicia snarled at Natasha.
Her disabled arm wasn't going to stop her; Natasha roundhouse kicked Felicia hard in the same place that Clint had punched her. She howled in pain and fell backwards and Natasha climbed on top of her.
"I'm going to tear you apart," She growled at Felicia, locking her good hand tightly around her neck.
"Nat don't," Clint yelled painfully, unable to recover from his blow to his back, "She has the information we need! Do whatever you need to until she cracks, but don't kill her!"
"You should listen to your boyfriend, Natasha," Felicia laughed.
Natasha lifted Felicia up over her head by her neck and threw her across the room, where she landed in a heap on the marble floor. Felicia got up with difficulty, ripped the bottom of her dress, and charged for Natasha. Natasha threw a punch with her good arm, hoping to knock her down again, but Felicia retaliated by wrapping her arm with her ripped dress cloth, pulling it behind her back, and slamming her arm down on her knee, creating a horrific cracking noise.
Natasha let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to her knees, creasing her broken arm.
"NATASHA," Clint screamed crawling to her.
Felicia walked over to the crawling Clint, knelt down and picked him up and held him by his hair.
"Now," Felicia said taking one of her Japanese kanzashis from her hair and pointing it directly at Clint's neck, "Which are you more willing to spill, Natasha; his blood or your secrets?"
Natasha looked up pitifully with tear filled eyes to Clint.
"Nat…," Clint whimpered as beads of blood trickled down his neck from the dagger.