Clint woke up slowly, knowing that he was no longer in America. He sat up and then quickly regretted it, his head was pounding, his mouth was try and he was starving. Clint looked around his room, no windows, a video camera in the upper corner recording his every move, Clint wondered if someone was watching him right now. The room was made of grey concrete and was higher than he could reach; the only furniture in the room was his bed and a desk with a chair. No bathroom?!
Clint didn't like that at all.

He wondered where exactly in Russia he was, where his weapons were and if Natasha was alright. He was in the Black Widows base, their leader, Ivan Petrovich, was somewhere in this building and somehow Clint had to convince Ivan to let him be a part of Black Widow Ops.
Clint wondered how long he would have to wait until he finally met Ivan, or if he would meet him at all and what Ivan would do to him. It wasn't really his style to simply ask questions.

Hours seemed to go by. Clint tried to keep his mind occupied with various trivial things: counting to 100 and then counting down to 1 again, going over all the Russian he knew (he decided that it would be better to not let these people know he understood them) and doing other things.
When his mind got tired, he turned to physical exercises: push ups, sit ups, lunges, jumping jacks (star jumps) and jogging around his cell.
Finally someone came in, a girl no older than 17 by Clint's guess and she was carrying a tray of food, or what could be passed as food, and a glass of water. Clint tried to engage her but she responded in Russian that she was not allowed to talk to him. Clint stared back dumbly, pretending not to understand and continually asking questions of her.

When she left, Clint sat down with his tray of food: a small bowl of light brownish mush that smelled of fish, some rice with corn through it and a glass of water; barely enough to keep back his hunger pangs but he ate it anyway and gulped down the water.
After he was done, he got to thinking about the girl, how long had she been part of all this? Did she have a family? Exactly how brainwashed was she?
A voice over the intercom made Clint jump, it was an order in Russian that was then translated in English for him:

"Встаньте к стене и поднимите руки над головой. Не делайте резких движений и вы будете расстреляны"

"Get upagainst the wall andraise your arms aboveyour head.Do not makesudden movements oryou will be shot"

Clint did what he was told, eager to meet someone else, and waited. After a minute or so four Black Widow agents came in, cuffed him and walked him out of the cell. Clint didn't need to ask questions about where they were taking him, he saw a door with a little man on it; a bathroom.
They left him to do his business.
Since he didn't need to go, Clint decided that now was the time to put his new contact lenses to the test, grabbing them out of his pocket he put one on each eye. For a moment his vision was blurry but after blinking a few times he could see perfectly. Clint hoped that Coulson was right and that they would work.

The agents took Clint down a hall away from his cell so I guess I'm going to meet Ivan Petrovitch now Clint thought as they walked through a set of doors into a large room.
It was mostly white: white walls, white furniture and a hard concrete floor. A man, who Clint knew was Ivan stood behind the desk looking casual. Once Clint was seated Ivan waved the agents away and they were left alone and Ivan slowly came around from his desk and leaned against it.

"So, you are 'Clint Barton'?"
"Yes, sir" Clint didn't make eye contact and tried to keep his answers to a minimum
Ivan nodded and turned to a very large computer monitor and began to type a name, Clints picture and a small profile came up on the screen "this is you. Clint Barton, age 22, rogue agent of S.H.I.E.L.D gone off-grid two years ago and working the underground…"
Clint smiled inwardly but kept his face blank, he knew that Nick Fury had somehow planted his personal file in their system and tweaked it to help him, he just hoped that Nick didn't take it too far
"…a master of melee weapons and an expert in archery. A top agent. Tell me, Mr. Barton, if you were so highly thought of in your old agency, why run away? Why leave it all behind?"
"I guess they were too timid for me, sir" Clint put on a serious voice "second guessing everything and being too merciful. Only killing when it was asked of me or when it was vitally necessary. Not my style. So I left and went off-grid for a while until something better came along"
"My daughter?" A picture of Natasha and Clint came up on the screen at the push of a button "my daughter was something better?"
"You are better, sir. Ruthless, kill now and ask question later" Flattery, Clint hoped it would work "I have read a lot about you and your agency"

Ivan gave a small laugh and turned away from Clint, pressing a few buttons on the screen before saying, "So, you want to be a part of my agency? You want to be a Black Widow?" The screen started to fade to black as Ivan started up the program "very well. Say goodbye to everything you once knew" and then it began.

Images everywhere on the screen, jolts of electricity surged through his body and into his brain, Clint convulsed and cried out but it was all an act. Coulson's contact lenses seemed to be working, Clint didn't feel anything changing but to keep up appearances, he still screamed and convulsed.
Just when Clint was getting tired of pretending, the screen stopped projecting images and turned itself off, Clint closed his eyes and was panting hard.
His cuffs were removed and he was pulled to his feet, Ivan called to the door "он готов к тест!" and a man came in pulling a young woman with him. The woman looked beaten half to death already, what will I have to do? Beat her some more? Clint didn't like that idea but was prepared to prove his loyalty.
The man threw the woman to the ground in front of Clint, he didn't know whether to help her or hit her so I stood still. When the man saw that Clint wasn't going to do anything, he savagely threw his foot into the woman's stomach; hearing her screams nearly ripped Clint's heart apart. What was he meant to do!?

Clint watched as the woman was pulled up by her hair and then punched in the face sending her down to the ground again. Clint was filled with such rage at this but remained still, "your sister is being hurt" Ivan gestured calmly to Clint "protect her!"
Clint stepped forward and caught the man's arm in a vice-like grip, taking his own knife; Clint drove it into the man's chest and then sent him to the ground with a kick to his stomach.
He was dead. Clint felt his stomach churn but turned to help the woman up and then gasped when she turned to face him - it was Natasha!
Clint held her arms as tight as he dared, what was Natasha doing being beaten up? Had she done something wrong?
"What has…my sister done to deserve this kind of treatment?" Clint snarled
"She was merely a test for you, to test your loyalty to me and my other daughters. You are a Black Widow now, you must protect them and put them above everything else" Ivan ordered

Clint didn't need to be told twice. This woman, Natasha, was the reason why he was here! The reason he had just killed a man, and why he would do anything to get her out of here. Clint took her hands in his and looked Natasha straight in the eye with such passion it frightened her, his words came from deep within him, more like a vow than a promise, his voice was soft yet deadly serious as he spoke nothing but the truth:

"Я буду защищать вас с моей жизнью"

A/N: Sorry that I didn't make a note for you guys in the last chapter, I just wanted to get it out of the way so I could FINALLY write this one! Clint is finally part of Black Widow Ops! Ok, NOW it will get interesting, I hope.
I have plans for future chapters but be warned they MIGHT be a bit cliché and High School-ish but I will do my best to make them as good as they can be.
Keep reading and please leave a review! I love to hear what you guys think!

TRANSLATION:

Я буду защищать вас с моей жизнью – I will protect you with my life