Sorry! I had an adventure that involved alot of Southern Comfort, way too much Tequila, and ending up being two hours away from home with newbie recruits and no memories of the three days I was gone!
Next chapter while my muse is awake and not hungover!
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Disclaimer; Pietro's mad at me so I'm just gonna run away ^.^'
Pietro; Damn straight I'm mad at you! And please, you can't out run me! *Sigh* I'll do the disclaimer anyway.. She does not own us or anything to do with Marvel. Thankfully.
Missions were new.
Though this wasn't really a sanctioned mission, not even close to one, it was one the duo had set out themselves to complete.
It was new, it was scary, it was an odd gut feeling that had him wanting to turn the jet around and forget it, but he didn't. He kept flying against the rain, his eyes staying focused on the outside world incase something came at them. He was never as thankful for the archer's training than he was in that moment, because while Pietro scoffed at Clint's suggestion of learning to learn to fly one of the jets a few months back, it was now the little skill that had him rushing to the place his love could be found.
He sighed roughly and rubbed his face with his hands, letting auto pilot take over for a few so he could sit back and relax. Wanda had left him a half hour ago to try get some sleep, but the twins were both a little too worried to rest properly.
Pietro let his head fall back to look at the ceiling of the jet, his mind wandering through the days that had this horrible feeling knotting up his stomach.
Three days.
That's what Barton said.
Pietro remembers that, he remembers those being the words leaving the archers mouth as he left the room to go on the mission. He remembers vividly because while his heart was racing at a painfully quick pace from the pairs kiss, it had pretty much stopped when he heard the sentence pass through the lips he wanted to have on his.
Not because three days seemed like a long time, not because he hated that the archer was leaving after something finally happened between them. No. It was the way Barton had said it, the structure he was sure Clint purposely used, that's what had Pietro's heart stopping and some fire burning through his body.
I'll be back to you in three days, kid.
I'll be back to YOU.
Not just I'll be back in three days, no. Barton made a point of letting the speedster know that he was coming back for him.
So for three days, he went on as normal. He got up each morning, he had breakfast with the other team members. He trained so he'd be on point when Barton returned, he helped Tony and Bruce as much as he could around the lab. He wasn't the best at science or anything like that, but with Barton gone the pair had lost their main testing subject, so Pietro happily volunteered to take his love's place.
Each night, he'd hope to hear something. The Avengers always had a radio set up in the living area when one of them were on a mission, that way they can contact them and someone would be around, since someone was always usually in the living area or at least close by so they could hurry to the unit if alerted by Jarvis.
So, each night he waited on the sofa. Each night, when he knew he'd be the only one around the living area with the others in bed, he lay on that sofa and ruined his back in the hopes that he'd hear the voice of Clint crackle through with any sort of news.
The third night passed by, he thought nothing of it. The fourth night passed by, and the knot began to form. The fifth day, night, and the sixth day and night were spent with the rest of the team trying to pull Pietro away from the sofa, away from the radio device sitting on the coffee table, trying their best to stop him from completely panicking each time he'd check the feed to be sure they were on the proper wave length, or check through all the frequencies to see if Barton was being an idiot and using the wrong one.
The seventh day rolled around, and his hope was beginning to dwindle. Hope was getting smaller, the knot was getting bigger, and he couldn't help but worry.
He saw the names in that file, saw who was in that base. The look that Wanda shot him on the sofa over Barton's and Romanoff's head told him that she knew just as well as he did what trouble such high up Hydra agents posed.
If all of them were there, that would mean their divisions and subordinates would be there. Natasha and Clint were good, they were the best. Pietro had heard enough stories to know that without having to be on many missions with them or see them in action all that much. But with five main heads there, and three superiors, that was basically like fighting through and destroying eight Hydra bases at once.
They were good. But there was no way that they were THAT good.
He voiced his concern so many times, so very many times since the third day passed and there wasn't even a little sign of contact from them. But even Wanda said he was just over reacting and it probably just turned out to be more difficult than they first guessed for.
But the knot in his stomach wouldn't go away. The worry wouldn't leave him. Something was a miss, and he knew it was.
"Leave it, kid." Tony sighed as he fell down onto the sofa, one of his tablets in his hand as he worked. His new way of getting out of the lab for the requested time Pepper ordered from him; work on that damn computer tablet instead. He had a feeling he was really starting to annoy the billionaire, but he had to ask if there was any hint of a word from the pair. "They're fine."
"How do you know?" Pietro asked through a frown, not looking at the man on the opposite soda though. He was too busy holding one pad of the earphones to his ear while his other hand constantly scanned through different frequencies.
"Happens all the time." Tony simply replied. The tone annoyed Pietro more than any of the snappy come backs the billionaire would throw his way over the past few days. "They go off the grid sometimes."
"That wasn't the plan." Pietro frowned even more, finally looking at the other man as he spoke.
They were supposed to check in. That was the plan.
"Plans change all the time." Tony sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Pietro could just feel his annoyance towards the speedster beginning to rise. "They would have sent something if the mission went south. Since they didn't, it means they're off the grid for a reason."
"Well I don't like that." Pietro growled, throwing the headphones down to rub his hands over his face. They were willingly walking into a live hornets nest. There was a strong chance that they couldn't possibly send anything to let the others know the mission went south.
"Your boyfriend is fine. He's been doing this longer than any of us are high enough clearance to know." Tony replied, and it caused Pietro to take pause, his cheeks flushing red.
Boyfriend.
He knew the billionaire was just teasing, but something about the word made his stomach knot even more and the worry to grow. They never had the chance to discuss that. They never had the opportunity to have the conversation to see where they stood, if they wanted anything more. Because just as he realised that Clint actually had feelings for him, just as they had the moment, just as he realised that maybe this love could be returned and he could finally settle down to something that wouldn't have his heart soaring each time he thought about it, it was ripped away from him.
Just as he had the archer to call his own, he was ripped away to fight his way through somewhere Pietro doubted he'd return from.
He offered no reply to the Iron Man opposite him. Instead, he stood and sped off to his sister's room, not even waiting or knocking, just going in and going straight to her wardrobe.
Wanda was used to this sort of behaviour. This was normally how he greeted her, never slowing down in the old bases they'd live in, only when inside Barton's house. So, if she was actually surprised by her brother barging into her room at such a late hour, she didn't act it. She just continued reading her book against the head board of her bed.
"Get dressed." He said simply as he threw some clothes at her feet, but she didn't look up at her impatient brother, she just calmly turned to the next page of the book in her hands.
"We are not going to get them." She calmly replied, and he let out an annoyed groan at her response.
No, she didn't even need to read his mind for that one. He begged her enough over the past few days that she just knew that's what all this was about.
"Wanda." He growled, climbing onto the bed to rip the book from her hands. He took her face between both of his hands to force her eyes to meet his, some worried look crossing her own. "You all keep calling me crazy. Just look in my head and tell me I have this wrong. Look and see for yourself. If you think I'm just being crazy, if you think my worries and concerns are just love, then I will drop all this and let them on their own. But you need to trust me when I say something happened."
There was a stand off between the twins, neither moving, neither looking away. He knew his voice wavered from the confident tone to a more worried one near the end, but he couldn't help it. He knew how Hydra worked, he knew more than anyone else in this tower. He lived with them nearly his whole life, he knew their plans, knew their plays. If all of them, all the nightmare inducing assholes he dealt with during his experimentation, were there then something happened. It had to have.
Be it them being taken and currently being experimented on like the twins were, or injured beyond contacting capabilities, or maybe even something as simple as their comms being shot to hell and they're currently trying to track their way back from Europe. Something happened, and he had to let Wanda know that this was 100% something he believed and not just his heart missing it's mate.
The stand off lasted less than a minute before he noticed his sister's eyes turn red. He hated the feeling of her entering his mind, he really did. It was like an uncomfortable pressure followed by something scraping inside your brain with a toothpick. But he'd gladly take the feeling if it meant he could go and make sure Barton was safe.
He would go anyway. If Wanda offered to help or not, he'd go.
A smirk crossed over his face as Wanda narrowed her eyes at the thought that crossed his mind.
"Over my dead body will you be going alone." She growled, shoving him off her bed before standing to get changed.
Pietro threw his arms up in victory with a grin before running to get some shoes on.
He loved his sister way too much sometimes!
That's what had them on this jet.
They just took it from the roof. Stark really needed some better security systems if they were so easily able to take the aircraft from the pad! It was just lucky for them that they were in the room during the debriefing between Romanoff, Barton and Hill. Otherwise, Pietro wouldn't have been able to take a peek in the file and see what base they were targeting. He doubted calling Maria at such a late hour and asking for the location would have went down well. Probably would have ended with him in a SHIELD jail cell for a while.
They didn't really have a plan. They never really had a plan. This would be the first proper kind of mission the twins would undertake without having someone guide them. During training, it would be their supervisors shouting situations at them and they'd have to deal with whatever would be thrown their way. During the Sokovia attack, they had Tony and Clint guiding them through everything, letting their experiences help the twins know how to fight and what to do. But, since then, they've been basically inactive. The whole team has. Pietro was still healing, so was Clint. Steve was training up some people to take their place for a while, and in all fairness, the world kind of fell into a bit of peace that didn't require the help from the super powered team.
So, this was their first outing.
And he had a feeling they were literally just going to run in and raise hell, because it's the only plan that made sense in his mind right now!
This was where they grew up. Not this base exactly, this one is in a little place in Ireland, some country side area. He remembers visiting it once before. It was easily an hour from any kind of civilisation and one of the few underground bunkers Hydra had. Oldest one of a lot aswell. It was set up in World War Two by the Red Skull for the simple fact that Ireland was nice and neutral throughout the fighting, so they didn't really notice an organisation with really no ties to any side setting up an underground bunker.
That's why it's survived so long, that's why all the main men in the organisation have gone there now to try find some safety, because no one really knew it existed until the files were all leaked and no one really had any cause to take it out over all the major ones in other countries.
About an hour outside of New York, the radio sprang to life with Tony Stark cursing and blinding the kids for taking his toy. But it was his own fault. He had the option of believing Pietro and taking them to get the duo out, he just turned it down.
So that's what Pietro did; he turned Stark down. At least, he turned down the radio so he wouldn't have to listen to the billionaire anymore. He didn't need the lecture of how much the jet cost, or how stupid he was being. He didn't need to hear how much danger they were possibly putting Strike Team Delta in, because in his mind, SHIELD already put them in the worst kind of danger by sending them on the mission in the first place.
He was broken from his thoughts about a half hour out of the Irish coast line by his sister who had come to join him, her hand running through his hair as she knelt beside him. He didn't look at her, but he just knew that she was watching him closely. Twin connection and all that, it was alot closer recently, since he nearly died, so he knew she was worried about him.
"I'm sure they are fine, Pietro.." Wanda whispered soothingly, in their mother tongue, even though he told her so many times he was trying to speak nothing but English so he could learn all he needed to live in America.
"I can just feel it." He sighed, in English, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried pin point the feeling that had been plaguing his stomach for the past few days. "It's like this shooting pain in my stomach and chest whenever I think of them on the mission.. Like someone trying to pull my heart from me but only managing to tug it.."
"Pietro.." Wanda whispered, her tone causing him to look at her with an eyebrow raised. Her own eyes were slightly wide. "When you were hit, that's how I felt.."
When he was hit, he knew exactly what she meant without needing her to say it. In Sokovia, when he was riddled with bullets, that's how she felt.
He frowned a little at what she was implying, her hand was now paused in his hair and the pair just watched each other.
"I can not be that connected to him.." Pietro whispered with a shake of his head, though the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
The times he got the bad pain, the horrible feelings, was when he'd think of the archer, when he'd think of him on this mission. The only times he'd start worrying enough to send his mind into a panic and cause his body to break out into a cold sweat was when he wondered why there was no contact.
It's because something happened. Something happened to cause the universe to tell him that his love was in danger and needed his help.
"I think you are.." Wanda whispered back, a frown set on her face now. Pietro could see the regret in her eyes, never one who was able to hide her emotions from him. She was no doubt feeling bad about not coming on this mission with him sooner.
"We just need to fight our way through." He said with a shake of his head, trying his best to drop the topic they just brought up. He didn't want to think about any of that kind of stuff. The only person he's ever been like that was his sister, the only person he was connected with on such a deep level was his twin. They shared blood, they had a bond that would last forever, a bond no one would ever be able to recreate.
But now, it seemed, the archer he was currently landing the jet in an abandoned field for had crawled his way into Pietro's heart enough to set him on that level.
"Do you think we can?" Wanda asked in shock, watching her brother as he stood up from the control column, the door at the back of the jet currently opening for the pair.
"We have to try." Pietro said with a nod, looking to his sister then. He could see the doubt and fear in her eyes, so he went over and gripped her shoulders gently. "You just knock them out like practice, ok? I'll speed through with you when they are down. We can do this. We have to do this."
She nodded after thinking it through for a moment, and he flashed her a grateful smile before kissing her forehead and scooping her up in arms. In an instant, they were out of the jet, speeding towards where he knew the emergency escape let out of the base.
This was where they were best off entering from. They knew these dungeons, even though never properly seeing the inside this Irish underground base before. If either member of their team was taken, they'd be held in the cells on the lowest level of the camp. This fire escape led to just one level above that, so this was the best place for them to enter by.
When by the entrance, he set his sister down onto her feet so he could push the boulder over the entrance aside. Not the smartest choice of blocking for something that was meant to be an escape, but there was always a boulder blocking them. That way, someone from outside wouldn't be able to get in without either causing an explosion or using some heavy machinery to move it. There was a switch inside that would open it mechanically if there was ever a fire.
He was about to give up pushing, sweat covering his brow and his eyes screwed shut to focus, when he felt it shift. He kept pushing and it slowly moved, all the way to the side.
Shocked when it fully moved, he threw his arms in the air in celebration then turned to grin at his sister in triumph. It quickly fell from his features when he saw her hands slightly raised, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You were getting no where, so I had to move it." She chuckled, patting his cheek as she passed and entered the building.
He pouted a little as he followed, her quiet laughs letting him know she was reading all the curse words directed at her swimming around his mind.
The other upside to using the fire escape was that unless there was a drill or an actual emergency, the thing would be completely empty. They'd only have to worry about enemies on the level they'd exit on and the level Natasha and Clint would be held, if they were actually here.
They made their way silently down the staircase of the exit, descending down to the deepest parts of the base. It was lucky that the doors leading into the little hallway had the floor numbers written on them, otherwise the pair would be completely and totally lost. He never was good at judging distance, so he really doubted he would have been any good trying to guess how far they went down in a pitch black tunnel.
"You poke your head into the room.." He whispered about halfway down the stairway, his mind finally working it's way through something resembling a plan. "If there's anyone there, take them out, then I will grab you and we-"
A sharp pain in his chest cut him off mid sentence, a blinding hot pain that had him clutching the front of his shirt and falling to a knee with a slight yelp. It spread from his chest down through his body, causing his eyes to shut tightly.
It was the point where the first bullet hit his body. That's where the pain was coming from, that first shot he took for the archer was causing all this. He was panting when he felt his sister's hand on his shoulders, the pain slowly starting to subside.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and in the dim light he met the worried gaze of Wanda. She was kneeling down with both hands gripping his shoulders, her eyes darting all over him in what he guessed was an attempt to find an injury that downed him. There was none, at least, not a physical one.
The pain had ebbed alright, but it now just knotted itself in his stomach like all the other times. Thinking back on the few days prior to this mission, he could see that it would always start in his chest, right where the first bullet entered. Albeit, not as strong. No where near as strong. But it would start there, creep it's way through his body, then knot in his stomach to drive his mind to all new levels of panic and worry. There was only one reason it was stronger, and it unfortunately cemented what they were talking about in the jet.
"They are definitely here.." He whispered with slightly wide eyes, standing up and grabbing his sister in his arms once more before taking off in a sprint down the remainder of the stairs.
He didn't care about making noise now, didn't care about being caught. He needed to get Barton out. If this pain was linked to his pain in any way, then he had no idea just how bad shape the archer was in.
With him running, they made it the rest of the way in no time flat. Like he suggested earlier, he placed Wanda down so she could open the door and peek in. He just stood back and watched as she soon enough kicked in the door and let out a flurry of quick hand movements. He couldn't help but smirk at the thump sounds that followed.
He was never more proud of his sister than he was at that moment in time! Just like he had been training with Barton, she had been training with Romanoff. Steve would always joke that they were creating a mini Strike Team Delta so the older pair could retire in peace, though Pietro doubted himself and his sister would ever be even nearly able to take their place.
His smirk grew when Wanda poked her head in the door a minute or two later, the grin she had on letting him know it was clear to come through. He moved from his leaning position against the wall and went to put his sister on his back.
"You hit anything that moves, got it?" He said with a smile, not waiting for her to answer. He took off running through the floor they were on and towards the prisoner cells.
This was how they practised for all those years. This was their tactic. She'd be riding on his back and he'd run full speed. That way, they can blast through situations quick and she'd have the advantage of that little bit of height to aim her attacks.
Sure enough, as they went through the compound level, she was moving just like they had a million times before. Anything that looked even remotely like a target, she'd fire a blast at, and she'd have this done to ten other targets before the first could even hit the ground. If they weren't familiar with a place, this could never work. This relied on both their knowledge of the surroundings, it relied on her ability to tell the difference between what's an enemy and what's a stand alone lamp since they were really all just blurs at the speed they were travelling. It really relied on his ability to navigate safely around the place, because with her on his back it made banking difficult, made avoiding something or changing his route suddenly if met with something they weren't expecting pretty much impossible.
That's why they had to be trained up. Because this really wasn't a safe option at all in an actual battle situation. For now though, it was beyond perfect.
He skidded to a halt when they made it down to the lowest level, all guards very quickly taken care of by his sister so they didn't really have to worry about them.
He set Wanda down and went to the desk by the wall of the dark floor entrance, grabbing the cell keys so he could bust out the duo when they found them.
"Barton!" He called out, not caring about being loud. If they knew that there was an attack, they'd have sent someone by now.
Wanda was already moving, and he followed, because he knew to trust her when it came to tracking down people.
Sure enough, when they rounded one corner of the floor, Natasha was standing by the bars of one of the cells with a confused look on her face.
The light in the place was low, but as he hurried over to open the cell door, he could see a nice wound on her head and she was definitely favouring one of her arms. She didn't look happy to see the twins though, not even a little.
"You idiots!" She hissed, causing Pietro to pause in his unlocking. "We're working here! What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"Rescuing you." Wanda said in a slightly confused tone. He guessed she was just as confused at Natasha's anger as he was.
Romanoff let out an annoyed sigh and ran her good hand through her matted hair, Pietro just continued trying the different keys to find the one that unlocked the cell.
"We're fine." She said after a moment. Pietro now felt like he over reacted if the widow was telling him this. "This is how we get information, by making the marks think they have the drop on us. We were going to escape at next guard change and blow the place sky high."
"Well, plans change." Pietro said calmly, finally opening the cell and letting Natasha step out. He looked behind her and frowned, Barton was no where to be seen.
"Where is Agent Barton?" Wanda asked his question for him, currently tearing up part of her shirt to hold against the gash on Natasha's forehead.
The assassin frowned and gave a slight shrug, and if Pietro didn't know any better, he could swear he saw some worry pass over her eyes.
"They came in yesterday and said they were taking one of us to some place called Interrogation three. He refused to let me go, so they took him, and I haven't heard a thing since. No one's even been around to talk to me."
The twins froze up at her words, and the knot that was in Pietro's stomach plummeted until he could feel nothing but emptyness there. Whatever hope he was clinging onto, whatever chance of saving the pair before something bad happened, all of it was gone. Natasha looked between the pair with an eyebrow raised, her frown slowly deepening.
"What?" She asked cautiously. Pietro guessed she didn't really want to hear the answer, not if it was something that had the twins even scared.
He should explain this.
Hydra was known as an organisation that had some specific methods of interrogation. There were three basic levels they used.
Level 1 was considered easy. This was where they were now. Level 1 was basic tactics to try get information, or just to annoy guests that weren't really that welcome in their version of a world. It would involve some beatings, some starving, but never anything too brutal. Usually level 1 was reserved for people they knew to be a threat but weren't bothered too much with. They were usually just left in these cells to die or go insane enough to be no longer considered a threat.
Level 2 was a little more difficult. This was something that Pietro had only ever heard about. As far as he knew, Clint was actually subjected to level 2 before, as was Romanoff. This was the actual interrogation stage, the stage that would be used on targets that they knew had valuable information that they wanted and that they didn't want to wait for. This was done through means of horrible torture, days of sleep deprecation followed by questioning, truth serum injections followed by numbing agents in order to trick the person into spilling, chemical warfare that would have the target begging for death, only to be granted some relief after revealing whatever secrets they held. This was the top form of interrogation they used, and it was reserved for people they knew would always be threats and who they knew would spill great secrets before killing them off.
Level 3 was Hell. That was the only way that he could explain it. No, actually. Level 3 was Hell's Hell. It was the place people in Hell went to if they were bad. While they called it interrogation 3, it wasn't really an interrogation stage. It was an illegal, and unwilling, human experimental stage. From what he knew, this was one of the oldest functions of Hydra. This stage began all the way back in the years of Hydra's formation, beginning with the Super Soldier serum, which in turn actually created the Winter Soldier. Since then, they experimented their lesser known products, their developmental products, on a number of prisoners. There was no doubt in his mind that the serum running through him right now was once tested on some poor prisoner who didn't survive, who knew, maybe a number of them met a horrible faith before he was a success. If you were brought to level 3, the chances of you surviving were basically non existent.
If Barton was brought down there, it meant nothing but trouble. When his eyes met his sisters, he knew she was thinking the exact same thing.
"You two get back to the jet." Pietro said sternly, going to grab the guards that were unconscious on the ground in order to lock them in the cell. "Clint and I will meet you there."
"Pietro.." Wanda began softly, but he shook his head with a growl so that cut her off. He slammed the cell door shut and locked it before turning to send his sister a glare.
"We will meet you there." He said through his teeth, not giving her a chance to reply. He just took off to the upper level he knew held the interrogation room they were speaking about.
He knew what his sister was going to say. That there was no point in going for him, there was no chance he survived, it was just going to put them in more danger if he went scoping out another level. But he had to. Even if Barton didn't survive whatever they were putting him through, he had to bring him home. He had to bring the archer back, otherwise he'd never forgive himself.
He pushed his way through whoever was in the halls, not stopping for a moment as he made his way to the experiment room. He found himself falling into a familiar rhythm, and it was only halfway to his destination when he realised that it was a fighting style Barton had taught him. Some variation on an old Chinese martial art that Clint claimed would suit his quick paced fighting style to a T.
And it really did.
While practising, Pietro hated it. But now he realised it was because during practice it moved too slow for him, Barton was teaching him so he had to move slower than he ever would have. Now though, the strikes were being thrown at Pietro's normal speed, and connecting with a new found power behind them that Pietro didn't know it was capable of. He was ducking and dodging attacks from every direction like it was second nature to him. For the longest time he thought that what Clint was teaching him was utter bullshit, but now, it was saving both their lives.
When he got to the door, he wasted no time in kicking it down. Guns were instantly trained on him from inside the room. It was well lit, a stark contrast to the dark hallways of the rest of the bunker. Five men had guns trained on him, another six were around staring gob-smacked at the newcomer. He paid none of them any attention though, because his attention was solely focused to the chair in the middle of the room.
Sitting tied to it, his arms strapped down, his ankles tied to the chair legs, was the very man that called Pietro here. There was an odd turn to one of his legs, definitely broken. As well as that, there was blood dripping from his hung head, so although Pietro couldn't see his face, he'd guarantee it that Clint was cut up, busted up, battered and bruised beyond compare.
"Well.." Pietro breathed out, finally looking at the men in the room who were now shouting at him. He cracked his neck with a slight smirk. "You picked the wrong guy to mess with this time.."
He could hear the first shot being fired, but it didn't matter. He was a blur around the room in an instant, easily knocking out all the men in the room before the others even got a chance to think about firing their weapons.
The first three he took out simultaneously, both hands knocking two out while the used his leg to kick back and knock out the third. While only on one foot, he spun and sent a right hook across another man's jaw. He ran across the room to another few men, taking one of their guns and letting a spray of bullets fall five more of them. The final two were unarmed, so he would have felt bad about shooting them. So, instead, he just ran by them quick enough to knock them against the walls. The force of it was enough to have the duo down for the count.
He stopped only when he knew the last person was knocked out, taking a moment to survey his handy work. Damn, he owed Barton so much thanks for teaching him some of those moves!
Barton..
He looked over to the chair in the middle of the room and frowned, rushing over to kneel infront of it. He didn't know what to do. Staying here would draw more guards and get them both killed. Moving him could possibly worsen whatever injuries were plaguing him and could kill him. Either way, there was a chance of Barton dying and that was bad.
He decided there was a much less chance of hum dying if he got the archer out of here.
He started undoing the bindings on his wrist, only then noticing that there were some eyes on him. He glanced at Clint's face and couldn't help but smile, though they were barely open, bruised and swollen, and hazy with whatever drugs were in his system, those storm grey eyes were definitely looking at Pietro.
"Don't say it.." Clint started, his voice weak from lack of use, raspy and low, and Pietro could just see a tinge of blood spill from the corner of his lips. Pietro didn't reply, he just kept undoing the bindings and letting Clint continue if he wanted to. "Cause no.. Definitely.. Didn't see this coming.."
That earned a slight laugh from the speedster, which soon turned into a proper chuckle, then a full on laughing fit. He noticed a small smirk cross the archers features at the response, but he couldn't help it.
Clint was here, tied to a chair, battered and broken, and he was still finding ways to make Pietro laugh. Be it on purpose or not, Pietro didn't know. But that didn't matter.
He needed to get Clint out of here and fast.
Otherwise, he'd lose his reason to laugh. His reason to smile. And he didn't know what he'd do if that happened.