It was another day until Gavrok appeared again.
Strolling down the corridor to the cells slowly; he carried Natasha's limp battered body with him.
Clint finally found the energy to fight against his restraints as he saw his partner. Steve looked up from where he sat slumped in the corner and Tony shifted in his cell, terrified this was more retribution of his refusal to cooperate. Tony had felt incredibly guilty since seeing Thor's torment. Clint and Steve had assured him that under no circumstances could they let this guy have the secret to building an Iron Man suit; he'd done the right thing, no matter how terrible the consequences.
Gavrok unlocked Clint's cell and threw Natasha to the ground; she was broken and bloody and beaten; covered in bruises, contusions and burns.
Clint fought and fought, drawing blood from his wrists as he tried to get to her, but he couldn't. He felt helpless and angry; furious with himself for allowing this to happen to the person he cared for most.
"Perhaps when she wakes you can convince her to be less stubborn archer"
Tony tore his gaze away from Natasha's lifeless form, realising that this wasn't all about Iron Man, that wasn't the only piece of information he wanted from them.
"Or perhaps, you may have the information I require?" he gazed at Clint curiously, but Clint couldn't take his eyes of Natasha, watching each tentative intake of breath, afraid they'd stop.
"I want to know about her red room training. I want to know how to repeat it" Gavrok said, slowly and clearly.
Clint finally looked up at him;
"Go to hell!"
Gavrok looked disappointed but hid it with a flash of anger. Slamming the cell shut he stormed from the room.
He'd planned this from the beginning; Clint was bound to the back wall so he couldn't reach her, she was unconscious and hurt and there was nothing he could do for her.