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I hope you like this, it is a little darker than before...

Thanks to alfristoner for giving me some good ideas! Really appreciate it!

Chapter 4

They came often, and it got to a point where all you had to do was look at Yelena to figure out who was getting the brunt of it. Clint and Natasha figured that 'visits' were a reward or a stress reliever. Red Skull didn't come in that often, but Natasha had seen the camera first and was sure Red Skull was watching. If Yelena came in happy and pleased in a sickly manner, Natasha knew Clint was going to get the brunt, because Yelena was patient to hurt Clint and have Natasha feel the emotional pain. However, if Yelena was not happy, and she was frustrated, she was a lot more direct and just hit Natasha.

It wasn't fun, and they tried to nurse each other's injuries best they could. One thing they were grateful for was that they weren't split up. As hard as it was to watch the other get kicked in the stomach again and again, it was better than having no idea if they were dead or alive.

"Clint, we need to train. We haven't trained…well in a while." Natasha had no way of knowing how long they'd been there.

"I know Nat, but you're in no shape to train and neither am I." Clint said. Natasha looked angry, "I know, I know…" Neither of them liked how helpless they were becoming. Clint looked at Natasha, she was healing nicely except for a few deep cuts which were covered with bandages. Just the diversion, he thought with a certain cynicism. Yeah they weren't going to be the diversion for quite some time.

The door swung open, and Clint felt Natasha tense in his arms. He wanted to comfort her, but truth was, he was just as nervous. They heard the click of boots, as the Red Skull marched in. Clint wasn't sure what they were in for. He knew that Red Skull had been a Nazi, but he knew little beyond that.

Two men stood behind the Red Skull, and the Red Skull said, "I want her." The two men got closer, and Clint spun Natasha behind him. There was no damn way they were taking her, he had gone through a lot, but they weren't touching her.

The first one did an expert kick behind Clint's knee and his leg gave out. There was a nauseating thud as the knee cap his the ground. The man grabbed Clint's arms in a complicated hold, and Clint knew if he was at full strength, it would have been easy. But he was dizzy from little food and water.

The other man grabbed Natasha, who was also fighting. Clint had to admit, she was good. Even through everything, she still took the man down. But Red Skull was having none of that. He flicked out a blade, and pressed it to Clint's throat.

Natasha looked into Red Skull's eyes to see if he would use it or not. They were calm, and merciless. The blood red color held images of anger and obedience. "Don't move." Red Skull said. Three more men came in and grabbed Natasha.

"Natasha!" Clint yelled and tried to struggle.

"Clint, it's going to be okay." Natasha was fully aware that these might be her last words. She wanted them to be full of comfort; it would be so hard for him if she died.

Clint watched as one silver tear slipped down her cheek. Natasha never cried. The Black Widow never cried. He knew he had been a bit lax with his reading, but Natasha never was. If it was that bad, it was very bad.

She was taken out of the room, and the Red Skull followed behind her. The man released Clint and darted out of the room before Clint could retaliate.

He had lost her. The only woman who had ever completely trusted him. He was the only person she completely trusted. Now she was gone.

He had to hold on to the sliver of hope, the smallest possibility that she would come back in time. Or maybe SHIELD would swoop in and save them. He couldn't take thinking of the alternative.

Clint knew this was bad, he needed to get angry not hopeless. He imagined an arrow right through the eye of Red Skull and maybe one through the throat for good measure. Hell, why not everywhere? Every inch gushing blood.

Natasha was not happy. She had shown weakness. If she was going to get through this to go back to Clint, she needed to drop Natasha like Black Widow drop kicked Baron Von Strucker weeks ago. She felt her eyes glint with new found purpose as she slipped easily into the role of whatever it took to get out.

She was no stranger to torture; someone in her line of work was bound to get her fair share. Red Skull liked poisons. Chemicals, that's what he did. He had been the first to take the Super Soldier Serum, but it wasn't done yet and ruined his visage. She knew that was a tender area, and she held it close in case she needed to use his vanity or lack of against him.

Red Skull was very, very happy. Yelena was almost done with the necessary dosages to be under his control. He planned to test this by seeing how she would react if he killed her precious captive. He was done keeping them alive. It wasn't his style, a quick bullet would be faster. Captain America would still come, swooping in with a vengeance. It would even make it more likely that if anything went wrong, he wouldn't hurt the Red Skull to stick close to his precious 'morals.' He pulled out his favorite kit, lots of poisons and antitoxins. He had many he wanted to try out, he'd heard that the Black Widow had a certain tolerance for poisons, let's see how long that would let her live under his…tender care.

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