Chapter 8 ~ Nat's POV:

I collapse on the bed next to Clint and start laughing as I think about what just happened. I close my eyes seeing us tangled together in the shower and our lips never once parting from each other. Our first time together during a very romantic mission where we had to stage as a married couple on their honey moon. I smile as I feel his warm hands wrap around me and his face nuzzle into my neck.

"That was just what we needed, Nat." His rough voice whispers against my skin and I shiver running my fingers through his short, dirty blonde hair.

"I agree, my hawk." I kiss his forehead and smile at him. "It took us long enough to realize how we feel. Should have been like this about a year ago."

Clint nods and kisses me sweetly rubbing my sides. "I should've just kissed you like that months ago and we could have been like this already."

I smile and pull the silky sheets over us as we tangle together more. I kiss him softly and stroke his hair gently cuddling as close as I can. I fall asleep with my head nuzzled into his chest and the feeling of his rough fingertips ghosting over the bare skin of my back.

"Clint!" I jolt awake and turn in bed seeing it's empty. I groan knowing I felt his touch skim across my shoulders and cover my face with my hands. I sob silently and run my fingers through my hair looking around the bunker with a sad sigh.

I turn grabbing my phone off the nightstand seeing it's nearly 3a.m. and look to see three text messages. I open them too see they are from Barney saying the kids are alright and miss me and Clint. I throw the phone near the door and cover my face sobbing.

I eventually make myself get up and get dressed in cat-suit. I zip up my boots and strap my guns to my thighs then check the clock. I put my com-link in my ear and head out the door towards the detention sanction where I know Loki is. If no one else will question where my husband is, I will.

I enter the room silently watching the tall, evil Demi-god pace in his cell where he deserves to be. I cross my arms and Loki stops turning his head slightly.

"There's not many people who can sneak up on me." The god grins turning to look at me.

I look at him and raise a brow. "But you figured I'd come."

"After. After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm. And I would cooperate."

"I want to know what you've done to Agent Barton." I demand and bravely look at the man who took the man I love, the man who is the father to my children.

"I'd say I've expanded his mind."

"And once you've won. Once you're king of the mountain. What happens to his mind?" I hiss stepping closer to the glass cage.

"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?" Loki smirks and I stiffen.

"Love is for children. I owe him a debt." I half lie and think of all the times Clint has saved my life.

"Tell me." The cruel god demands sitting down on the bench like bed on the other side of the cage.

I sit as well in a chair nearby and the time Clint saved my life by not following his order to kill me flash through my mind. "Before I worked for SHIELD, I uh...well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skillset. I didn't care who I used it for, or on. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me, he made a different call."

"And what will you do if I vow to spare him?"

"Not let you out." I hiss angrily letting my cold, heartless side seep through.

Loki laughs like he sees right through me. "Ah, no. But I like this. Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man?"

"Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over that, I'm Russian... or was." I shrug slightly and look at him.

"What is it you want?"

"It's really not that complicated. I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out."

"Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Drakov's daughter? São Paulo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?" Loki stands looking angry and I stand as well cautious. "This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service ofliars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!"

Loki slams his cell, making me flinch slightly and I stare at him a bit shocked.

"I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you! Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear! And when he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll spilt his skull! This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"

I tear up and turn around, walking away from Loki, disgusted and terrified at the thoughts going through my mind. "You're a monster."

"No, you brought the monster."

I turn with a raised brow completely composed and refocused on what I'm doing in here "So, Banner... that's your play."

"What?"

I touch my earpiece and tell Fury what I pulled out of the god. "Loki means to unleash the Hulk. Keep Banner in the lab, I'm on my way. Send Thor as well." I turn looking at Loki with a slight smirk. "Thank you for your cooperation.

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