It was pitch black as Clint entered through the second door and followed a set of stair down further into the building. He was on edge, but something told him this was the right way to go. Once he'd reached the bottom, the com unit turned to static and he lost connection with his team, the boost Tony had given the signal clearly didn't extend down another floor.
"Welcome Mr. Barton" Gavrok's arrogant voice sounded as he entered a large room.
Concrete walls and floor, with just one single light bulb hanging from the center of the room. In the far corner was Natasha; barely conscious and tied to a chair, she was gagged, and Clint's arrival seemed to jolt her with some energy; her eyes suddenly focused and she shifted slightly in against her binds. She was covered in blood; it ran from her abdomen down her legs and pooled on the floor, but she was alive; and right now that's all that mattered.
Gavrok stood across from the door, glaring at Clint as he entered. Clint noticed the hint of disappointment in his face when he saw he had his bow, but he quickly pushed it aside and replaced it with a scowl.
"Don't come any closer" he warned, lifting a gun and pointing it at Natasha, and Clint froze in place with his bow still aimed squarely at Gavrok. He knew he couldn't use it yet, he needed to get himself and Natasha clear first; the timing devise on the explosive arrow had been damaged and there was no telling how unstable it was... It could explode on impact or it might not explode at all... The only thing on his side was that Gavrok didn't know that.
"I knew it'd be you" Gavrok told him with a sneer.
"Yeah, well... What can I say?" Clint responded with a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders.
"All I wanted was some information, and now I know how to get it"
The change in tone caused Clint to tear his eyes away from Natasha, she suddenly looked full of fear and her eyes shone with a warning. Looking back to Gavrok, Clint found the gun now pointed at him instead.
"I figured out her weakness" he snarled.