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Chapter 3

Hawkeye woke up, slowly. He was having trouble remembering what happened…he had fallen, and fought. There was something he was very scared about, that chilled him to his core. When he opened his eyes, he remembered.

Natasha's head was hanging limp in the chair in front of him. He tried to go to her, but he was bound with ropes. Now, he was no Black Widow, but that didn't mean he was incompetent spy. He was out in seconds. He rubbed his wrists to regain feeling as he crawled over to Natasha. There was something wrong, he was seeing double. He struggled to focus, and pulled out the needle and unbound her from the chair.

She was still unconscious, and he pulled her down from the chair gently. His heart beat faster when he saw that she was covered in blood. The fact that he saw double made it all the worse as all he saw was red. His mind was haunted with what they could have done to her, and he looked at her injuries. She would be okay, and she was beginning to stir.

He pulled her over to a wall, where they had clear view of the door. She blinked a few times, and something had obviously thrown her off balance.

"Clint?" She murmured. She was waking up, and she slid closer. Clint knew what she was doing, and slid his arm around her waist. She was covering up the conversation as casting the illusion of a romantic moment. Natasha knew that Clint knew what she was doing, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy his strong arm circling her waist.

Clint also was aware of the stunning woman clinging close to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He wanted to tilt her head and meet her lips so badly, but he knew that information was more important at this point. If they made it out of here, they'd make time for that later.

"Natasha, are you okay? What happened?" Clint asked, he rested his head near her ear and spoke in low tones. She filled him in on their captors. Natasha told him everything, so he was already aware of the threat that Yelena posed; and the Red Skull was renown for his villainous plots with the Nazis.

"Natasha, I'm seeing double. I don't think I'll be that great when it comes to the escape attempt." Clint murmured.

"Yes, I think that's Yelena's doing. She's drugged me as well, by balance is significantly skewed. She's making sure we don't escape." Natasha clung closer to him. She didn't need to tell him how much she was unnerved by her helplessness. She always was in control of situations, being unable to do anything both frustrated and scared her.

"So we're just supposed to be bait for Cap when he comes?" Clint intentionally used the nickname for Captain America when they didn't call him Steve because even if the enemy was listening, they wouldn't gather any info about Steve.

Natasha was quiet, just because she was physically impaired didn't mean she had stopped thinking. If anything she was thinking more, much more. Her thoughts spiraled down as she wondered if the drug would wear off…what if it was permanent…she would never work again…would Clint still care if his partner was no longer able to be his partner?

As if reading her thoughts, Clint tightened his arm to comfort her. No, she knew that Clint didn't look at them, at her like that. She knew that she…cared more for him than any other partner. Based on his actions, she thought he cared for her quite a bit too.

She would get them both out of here alive. That was a promise. Her eyes narrowed as she imagined the fight between her and Yelena…she'd been practicing.

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