This chapter was added retrospectively to show some of Clint and Natasha's POV of what was happening while they were at Shield

Clint woke in a strange room he was guessing was in a hospital. He tried thinking back to the last thing he remembered; he was about to perform, it was his first night and he was nervous, Barney told him to 'get over it', but they'd made it perfectly clear that if he couldn't deliver; he'd be out. And he had nowhere else to go... Then he woke up on a beach somewhere, there was a little girl with him and then... He wasn't sure.

Looking around the bright room, he saw that same red-headed girl was asleep on the bed beside his. They were both attached to machines, Clint ripped off everything connecting him to them and unplugged them quickly from the wall to stop them beeping. Pulling the IV drip from his hand, he crossed the room to see her more closely. Her arms and legs were strapped to the bed and she had a few extra medications being pumped into her system than he had.

There was someone yelling outside the door, a man in a suit was shouting at a doctor, he looked angry, no; more than angry; furious. Clint crossed to the door to listen;

"She's a emchild/em! She's no threat to you or your staff! Now get her off those drugs and unstrap her from that damn bed before I report your ass to Fury!"

"I'm sorry Agent Coulson, Romanoff is deemed a threat in her current condition and I've been advised to keep her sedated until the situation can be assessed further"

"I am her handler, I'm telling you I've assessed it and you need to get her off those drugs! Don't you think she's been through enough of this shit in her lifetime already?!"

Clint had heard enough, the poor girl looked only around 6 and he felt sorry for her. He remembered passing out on the beach, but not before she had rushed to his side when he had fallen, tried to help him back to his feet. He guessed they were on the same side, and he ought to help her.

Pulling the IV's from her arm, he hoped it wouldn't take long for her to wake. They needed to get out of here if they'd been kidnapped, Barney would be worried about him, and he was sure the little girl would have someone missing her too...

Natasha began to fight against the restraints before she was even fully aware they were there. She heard someone muttering to her, but not in Russian. She understood the language but in her current state of teetering on the edge of consciousness, she hadn't figured out which it was.

Her eyes eventually opened, blurry and overwhelmed by light. The blonde boy was beside her, whispering something about hurrying up, escaping and kidnapped. Is that what had happened? Had she been taken?

No, Ivan would have kept better tabs on her than to allow this to happen; and she wasn't yet allowed on solos missions. It was a test perhaps? Until the drugs were out of her system and she could think straight; she just couldn't be sure.

"Are you okay?" Clint asked her, leaning over so she could see his face from where she was still tied to the bed

"Help me?" she asked, playing the helpless little girl perfectly. She needed her arms free

"You're not going to hurt me are you? We're on the same side right?" he asked hesitantly

"Um hum" she nodded, forcing herself to cry as he fumbled with the leather strap round her right wrist.

"Thank you" she told him when she was free

The man in the suit was fast approaching their door, he looked livid after the doctor had won the argument. Clint pushed Natasha back into the corner before grabbing the metal chair, as the door opened; he swung it forcefully before shouting;

"Run! Quick let's go!"