AN: Okay... I just had a four hour plane fight to new mexico... and this is what I wrote on the plane.. O_O Big thanks to my new friend Love-The-Nekos who loves this story :')

I don't remember when I started to come through but I preferred the total blackness. The images that flashed through my thoughts I would rather forget.

"Boss?" My voice was filled with confusion as Loki's nimble fingers unzipped the front of my jacket. It only revealed my tank top of coarse and he growled in frustration.

"You wear far too many clothes for my liking."

Whoa. Okay what?

"From now on," he pulled the jacked off, throwing it to the side and running his hands up my arms. "You are only going to wear this. It should be a crime to hide those beautiful muscles of yours."

Oh shit... this isn't happening. I tried to slap his hands away but mine wouldn't move. I tried to run but my feet where glued to the floor. I tried to cry out but my mouth wouldn't open.

"Loki? What are you-"

Two of his fingers pressed against my lips. "Humans were meant to be ruled Agent Barton. Let me rule you."

"Okay."

Okay? Okay? Did I seriously just agree to this? An evil smile played upon his lips as his hands slid under my top.

"Excelent."

After it was completely off I swear Loki drooled. His eyes roamed over my bear chest, hungrily and for the first time in my life I was uncomfortable being shirtless. I wasn't fully alarmed until his tongue darted out and flicked over one of my nipples, his fingertips tracing my abs.

Even as I closed my eyes I could still see the images: pale against tan, my musculare arms around his skinny waist, his thin lips on mine. Our naked bodies fit so unevenly together making it so uncomfortable.

That was the first time he had taken me and I prayed it would never happen again. That prayer was never answered.

The image faded into something much worse.

"Stand up straight. Against the wall. Now!"

I said nothing, only obayed his order. The only thing he was wearing was his cape.

'A symbol of power,' he always told me.

A cape? Really? Superman had a cape and he didn't go on murderous rampages. Thor had a cape and he was one of us. Try again Loki.

My clothes were stripped from my body, my sunglasses torn from my face, revealing my now baby blue, slightly glossy eyes. My wrists were shackled together above my head, my feet forced shoulder width apart.

"Beg," he demanded in a harsh tone.

Beg? Beg for what?

"Please boss." My voice was hollow, flat, emotionless.

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

He smirked, a gloved finger trailing down my front.

"You are undeserving of my touches."

He hit me in the stomach with his staff.

"T-touch me anyway."

He grasped my semi-hard member, squeezing hard.

"Why should I take orders from a mere whore like you?" he hissed in my ear.

"Because I'm yours."

Okay one: If I were a whore I would be getting paid. I don't see any money being thrown my wya. Two: I belong to no one.

He hit me again but seemed pleased with my answer.

"Moan for me Agent Barton. I know this is pleasin to you." The moan that escaped threw my lips was completely involentary. I didn't like this at all.

The abuse continued for hours. I still have bruises from his staff.

Phrases like "My little slave", "On your knees", "Harder..faster.." and finally "Kill her" filled the silence until...

"Clint! Clint wake up!"

My eyes, now returned to their natural brown color, flew open meeting Natasha's worried gaze.

I attempted to sit up but my arms were strapped to the metal table I was currently laying on. I fought against my restraints, looking at her with pleeding eyes.

"Christ Tasha. I'm no longer a threat to you."

A ghost of a smiled graced her face.

"Sorry tough guy. Had to be sure it was really you."

She unstrapped me an I sat up, swinging my feet over the side of the make-shift bed.

"Why am I back?"

"I hit you really hard in the head."

I gave a small laugh.

"Thanks."

She sat down next to me and there was an awkward silence. Black Widow was not a woman of comforting words (or any words at at for that matter) so instead she put her hand on my thigh, causing me to flinch. The three words that escaped my mouth were words I never though I would say to Natasha but Loki had fucked me up bad so I let it slip.

"Don't touch me."

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak but only air came out. Jumping up, I pressed myself against the wall.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

She stood up, stepping closer. "Clint?" A little closer. "What.." Closer. "Did.." closer. "He..." She was barly inches from me now. "Do to you?"

"He fucked me." I said in a voice to soft to be called a whisper.

She blinked, her unreadable expression never fading.

"What?"

"He fucked me Natasha!" I yelled, "You know? As in rape!"

I saw something that moment that not only had I never seen but I thought I would never see: Black Widow cried.