Clint was pissed.
He'd been locked in his cell for days. His thigh still bled; although the makeshift bandages he'd fashioned from material he'd ripped from his sleeves had stemmed it mostly. He was lucky Gavrok hadn't hit his femoral artery.
His hands were bound; cuffed once again although this time to the back wall. It allowed him to sit on the floor; which was good because he didn't think he had the strength to stand any longer.
Steve was in the cell to his right; he'd been quiet ever since the day they'd been thrown in the cells, saying very little other than offering the others the few scraps of bread Gavrok threw into the cells once a day; Clint didn't think he'd seen Steve eat for days.
Tony was in the cell to Clint's left. And if Steve was unusually quiet, Tony was the complete opposite. Once again, like with Clint and Steve, no major arteries or anything important had been hit when they'd been attacked by Gavrok; it hurt like hell, but no major damage done. He wanted them alive.
Steve and Tony, unlike Clint were unbound. Clint hadn't figured out why yet.
Clint wondered what had happened to the others, what had happened to Tasha. If something happened to her, or to him and he never got the chance to say he was sorry... Such a stupid disagreement, and that was the last thing they'd said to each other; shouting and yelling, followed by anger, frustration and awkward silence. He'd seen it in her eyes; when Gavrok had shot him; complete and utter fear.
Gavrok strolled down the corridor towards the cells, walking past Steve and Clint; he stopped and focused on Tony;
"Good morning Mister Stark"
"Is it?"
"It's time. Now you will give me your secret"
"What secret?"
"The secret to becoming Iron Man"
"Ha! I don't think so old man"
"You are sure of your decision?"
"Gee. Lemme think..."
"Very well then; your friend will suffer for this"
A pixelated image appeared on the old battered tv screen behind him; Clint and Steve both shuffled in their cells to get a better view; the screen showed Thor. He was suspended from the ceiling by his wrists; scientists milled around him; injecting him with various brightly coloured liquids. He was shaking and weakened, and even through the grainy image the team could tell he was not in good shape.
Gavrok spoke through a communication device;
"He refused"
Suddenly electricity coursed through Thor's body, leaving him thrashing and writhing in pain.
"I hope you change your mind soon Mister Stark" Gavrok smiled at him, turned off the screen, and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Clint called after him. Gavrok froze, turning to glare at the archer
"Where's Tasha? Please?"
Gavrok smiled, an evil and malevolent grin, before leaving once more.