Bow & Arrows – Clint Barton/Hawkeye

I let my head loll back as my body grew weaker. This mission Fury sent me on couldn't have gone any worse than it has. I've been trapped down in this shithole for nearly a week now, chained to the ceiling so that my feet were at least a foot off the concrete floor and my arms were stretched above my head. They'd stripped me down to my underwear and I was freezing with dirt, blood and bruises covering every inch of my body.

I stared up at the ceiling as tears welled up in my eyes, the wolfsbane laced in the wrist cuffs was continuously burning my skin and I wasn't able to heal them. I couldn't heal from the beatings I received as the wolfsbane was tainted through my system, making the pain worse for me. It's times like this that being a werewolf sucked major arse.

I heard someone coming down towards the room and groaned in helplessness, they didn't even need to chain my ankles anymore; I was so weak I couldn't even lift my leg up to kick any of the disgusting men that came down here.

"Please, someone help me." I whispered, feeling a few tears slide down my dirty cheeks. I just managed to tilt my head forward again to see who was opening the thick metal door. A large bulky man stepped into the dim room with a sadistic smile on his ugly face.

"Guess what mutt, boss said I could do whatever I want with you." He smirked, walking closer and I reeled backwards at the indication he was giving as well as the grubby hands he was reaching out for me with.

"Stay away from me." I said weakly, making his laugh boom around the room.

"Or what? No one's coming for you lycan, they've given up on you. Like everyone else in the world has; they've shunned you. You're an outcast, a deformed experiment that deserves all the shit thrown at you." His harsh words bit through me and I felt more tears filling my eyes, blinking them back to make my vision clearer.

I found a small burst of energy and kicked out hard at him, catching right in the stomach; making him groan and double over slightly as it winded him. At least I inflicted some damage on him before he could touch me.

"Fucking dog! You're gonna get it now!"

I braced myself as he came charging at me, but he never made contact as an arrow whooshed past my head and buried itself deep into his chest; making him drop dead onto the floor instantly. I tried to crane my neck round to see where it had come from, but gave up as it was making my body hurt even more. A thud sounded from behind me and I tensed, expecting someone to hit me; but no blow came. Instead a man with a bow and arrows strapped to his back stood in front of me.

"Laura Call?" he said, making me nod. "Clint Barton from SHIELD, we got a rescue mission to find and retrieve you."

"Looks like you found me then." I smiled weakly as he unlocked the cuffs from my wrists. I fell to the hard floor as my legs couldn't hold my weight, making the agent in front of me jump slightly.

He bent down and hooked his arms under my knees and around my back before lifting me clean off the floor as if I weighed nothing, holding me close to his chest. I heard fighting coming from the hall and Clint tucked me closer before running out the enclosed room, slipping past the gang that had captured me in my weaker mind state during the full moon a week ago.

My eyelids were getting heavier and I had to force them to stay open as I didn't really want to pass out in the arms of a really hot guy in only my underwear covered in dirt and blood, but my body didn't listen and the darkness became overbearing and consumed me with vigour.

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"Fuck." I groaned as my head pounded, slowly opening my eyes to find myself on a small plane. My body was covered by a large black jacket and I rubbed my temples to try and rid myself of the headache that was slowly getting worse.

"About time you woke up." I jumped and a growl came up my throat before I saw Clint crouched in front of me with both eyebrows raised.

"What?" I grumbled, shifting so that the jacket was tucked tightly around me.

"What are you? If you don't mind me asking."

"You fight with a bow and arrows." I stated, making him nod. "I use claws and teeth as well as brute strength and a quick mind." I grinned at him, showing the elongated canines. I heard someone whistle and turned my head to the side to see Tony Stark. "You're an arsehole."

"Glad to see you missed me too Laura." He grinned with a wink before disappearing to the other end of the plane. I made a face as he walked off and heard a deep chuckle, making me snap my head back towards Clint and wincing as it hurt my neck as I wasn't fully healed yet.

"You're a lycan right?" I nodded. "Then how come you aren't healing any of your wounds?"

"The chains used to restrain me were laced with wolfsbane, it stunts my abilities and it's really the only thing that can harm me seriously." I replied, lying back against the softish seat and looking at the man with curious eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"People don't usually like sticking close to me, that's why Fury got me to work alone." I said.

"I'm not backing down from you; I don't see how you would harm anyone that wishes to do you good." He shrugged. I leant forward so my face was closer to his and saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"If you want me to show you, then you better start running little red riding hood." I smirked.

"Should I wear my red cloak? Or do you have something else planned?" I had to admit, he was a lot like me attitude wise. My smirk widened as I continued staring at him.

"I'll leave that up to you."