A/N: WARNING! This chapter is Rated M for intense and disturbing torture scenes. So if you are queasy or do not read the following chapter. LWA is helping me write this, because I'm more the fluffy writer and her, the torture.

LWA: Yeah so I wrote everything in the torture scene except for the first paragraph, then I took it from there: 3 Eeeeeek I'm so proud of myself! I am the torture QUEEN!

DW38_ I took over after the breaking of the legs part.

"I'm not Snow White, but I'm lost inside this forest. I'm not red riding hood, but I think the wolves have got me." I began singing to myself as I sit with my hands in metal shackles above my head.

The room I'm in is small, perhaps about 6 ½ feet by 6 feet, and with my newly heightened senses I can smell every salty drop of crimson on the ground from the room's previous occupants.

"Hello, Miss Barton," I look up to see Shaw in the now open doorway, and I caught the scent of something sharp and chemical smelling behind his back.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him with anger, "Trust me when I say you'll pay for this you bastard."

"Now, now Miss Barton. I don't think your threats are necessary," he half cackles and half said as he crouched in front of me, and I immediately scooted away, "Now, just stay still and this will only pinch a bit…" he took his hand from behind his back to reveal a large syringe with clear liquid inside it.

My eyes widened,

"Wait, what? No!" I twisted and squirmed, trying to get away from him but it was useless. Before I knew it he had stabbed the needle into my arm and its effects immediately kicked in, causing my vision to become completely black.

A few minutes later I awoke, my body feeling like Play-Doh. Completely limp though I was still fully awake.

I could hear Shaw humming to himself as he began pushed me down the long hallway I believe it was, though I couldn't see much besides the bright fluorescent lights that burned my eyes.

He finally rolled me into a room, and then the horror began.

The ceiling of the room was a mirror, allowing to see that I was now in a white bando and gymnastic shorts which showed off my black tiger stripes.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Shaw chuckled as I saw him snapping on surgical gloves before rolling over a silver table covered in scalpels, pliers, knives, hammers…everything!

"No! Don't!" I shouted, and I was surprised to find that I was still able to talk.

Shaw grinned at me, picking up a scalpel and twirling it around,

"Let's see those stripes of yours, shall we? How deep do they go?" He placed a hand by a stripe on my stomach, slowly cutting out a square section of it.

"NO! PLEASE STOP! AAAH!" I screamed as blood trickled down my side.

Shaw took a pair of tweezers, pulling up the skin he'd cut off my so that he could examine it in the light before placing it on a separate table. Trading the tweezers for a pair of pliers, he bent down by my black-nailed hand.

"Hmmm," he muttered, "You could use a bit of a trim. No matter though," he grabbed my pointer finger, then with the silver object in his hand he pulled out my nail as I screamed in agony at the sharp burning pain.

Shaw chuckled as he placed the nail by the skin square,

"Starting a little collection almost!" he briefly set the pliers back on the table, snatching up a metal object in the slight shape of…oh no.

He grabbed my chin, yanking my jaw down to place the circular object in my mouth behind my teeth, forcing it to stay open before picking up the pliers again.

"By the way, may I just say that you have excellent teeth? Why, you're practically a dentist's dream come true!" he laughed.

I knew what was coming; I hated the dentist or whenever people poked around my mouth.

All of a sudden Shaw had shoved the pliers in my mouth, latching them onto a molar and giving a sharp yank. I tried to scream, but I just ended up coughing and choking on the blood that welled up from my aching wound.

Shaw nodded while I moaned in pain,

"Yes, keep up whatever you're doing and you'll have wonderful teeth until the end of your days! Which may be coming soon actually…"

He put the tooth in my collection before leaning over my face, pulling out the mouth holder and then smiling as he tapped my forehead,

"I can't help but wonder, what makes you tick-"

I spat in his face, and despite myself I smirked. He jerked back, wiping the red spittle off his face with distaste before smiling,

"You know what they say, Miss Barton, an eye for an eye!"

Off the table he took two thin metal sticks with hooks on both ends, one two and a half feet long while the other was an inch and a half. He took my bottom eyelid, pulling it down and taking the longer of the sticks and stabbing one end of the hooks into it and pulling down until I felt like my face was being ripped off until he slid the other end into my bellybutton, holding my eyelid down in place. He did the same with my other lid so that my right gold eye was now exposed.

Shawn laughed as I sobbed, which only caused blood to coat over my eye even more. My torturer grabbed what looked almost like and ice cream scoop, only much more menacing. He placed it at the inside corner, digging it into my socket and making a scooping motion with it out to the other side.

"Beautiful! Just, beautiful!" Shaw grinned, holding my eye by the optic nerve. A piece of me that now gone revealed a dark bloody socket.

"You know, Miss Barton," he said, walking to the end of the table, "Tigers appear to have their knees bending backwards. This of course isn't true. Just a moment-"he grabbed the end of the table, giving a pull. It popped out so that now it had been extended; thought there was nothing below my knees but a short drop to the ground.

"You remember Darwin, right?" Shaw asked, "You remember how he could evolve to better suit his environment? Now, I've been thinking. What if I can do the same thing with you?"

From the table he picked up another syringe, this one filled with bubbling green liquid. He turned my neck to the side, exposing my jugular and stabbing the needle into my neck. My body began to explode with pain from my wounds, heightening my senses even more. The agony was so extreme that I began to feel my stomach twist in turn until I began to retch blood and puke up from my throat. If it wasn't for Shaw tilting my head to the side I just may have choked to death.

"Let's continue, shall we?" he said, picking up a large hammer that was so big that it may has well been a meat tenderizer, "This may hurt a little bit."

He lifted his arm above his head, slamming the hammer onto my kneecap and breaking it with a crack! I screamed louder than I'd ever screamed before. My bone broke through the back of my calf, ripping the skin like it was butter.

"One more!" Shaw said, going over to my other leg and doing the same thing. He frowned, "Well that's too bad. I guess my serum isn't working. You aren't fully mutant, still some human left in you. Such a shame…"

Suddenly a searing pain ripped through my mind as images and memories that I didn't know I had seared into my brain. I tried to clutch my head, but my arms were still bound and I screamed.

"Ah, I see Emma had joined the little party. Well why don't I help?" His hand went above my head and came down with a forcing blow causing everything to turn into horrible darkness filled with the terrors of the unknown.

Clint was pacing outside Charles's room, debating whether or not to talk to the man or not.

Making up his mind he went to knock on the door, when Erik pulled it open instead,

"Charles wants to talk." He simply said pulling Clint into the room behind them.

"Hello, Clint and Natasha."Charles greeted them. Clint spun around to see his partner had absent-mindedly followed him.

''Sit." Erik said pointing toward the chairs in front of him.

Clint and Natasha sat down as Erik went to stand by the doorway.

"What you want me to do is nearly impossible Clint. I know you are worried about your sister, but while Shaw has her I cannot get to her. I believe Emma is still able to block their ship from my mind." Charles explained to Clint, reading his mind perfectly.

"Can't you at least try?" Clint asked the man, anger starting to mix with his already stressed nerves.

Charles calmly sighed and tried to calm Clint down as well,

"I have, since the moment he took her. You and Natasha are not the only ones her who worry about her."

"I know, but I have heard stories about that man. What he does. Right now she is either being brainwashed or hurt in ways unimaginable."

"What he does is bad, but I'm sure he would need her in perfect condition if he wants her as an asset. You and I cannot do anything to help her." Charles explained telling Erik in his mind to prepare to stop Clint.

"Maybe you can't," Clint began rising from his chair," BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE SHE IS MY LITTLE SISTER AND I WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO MAKE SURE SHE IS OK! I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR HER AND NOW WHEN SHE NEEDS ME MOST YU SAY YOU CAN'T HELP, THAT I CAN'T HELP?! WELL THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Natasha grabbed him and pulled him toward the chair,

"You stop it Clint. Stop right now. Charles is trying his best to find Maya and you can help by calming down and help us prepare to fight that bastard, Shaw." Clint sat down, calmed by Natasha's voice. Charles stood and looked at the three people in the room,

"Now, the president will make his announcement tomorrow, so I suggest you get rest. There is a war coming and we need to stop it."

DA38: Long chapter, I know. Now there is one last chapter before the big battle! Also… I forgot to put on the chapter where MAYA AND KEVIN BROKE UP. They are no longer together.