A/N: soooo…this is a repost, I know I'm sorry but the next chapter is in the works as we speak (it is literally pulled up in another window) and I should have it up soon. I just read through everything again and realized I left how a couple of pretty big people (*cough* Iron Man and Captain America *cough*) and that just wouldn't do. So I fixed it up and here it is! Nothing really changed I just made sure they were mentioned a couple of times.

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Natasha couldn't tell how much time had passed since her littler "interview" with Nutian. There were no windows which meant she couldn't tell the time by simply looking at the location of the sun. She knew Clint had to have seen that little video of her by now which was bothering her. She didn't think Fury would let Clint anywhere near her or Nutian with the risks. They had no idea who the big, bad boss pulling Nutian's strings was and without that information it was too dangerous to let Clint come after her. No matter how badly he probably wanted to. She knew that if their places were switched she wouldn't hesitate to find a way to him and break him free. And then she would be sure to put a bullet through his torturer's brain.

She sighed and lifted her head slightly, wincing at the way it pounded behind her eyes and through her ears and down to her stomach. God, she wanted to throw up. The drugs and her own exhaustion and blood loss were not mixing well together. Add in the pounding of her brain and you had one awful combination. She groaned and let her head flop back, her matted hair falling down the back of the chair. She was going to need one hell of a shower after this was all over. She wiggled her wrists slightly, hissing when the ropes that bound them dug further into her flesh. The medical wing wasn't going to let her leave for months after this. That thought made her want to groan again. With the broken ribs and cuts and bruises covering her body she knew the medics were going to have a field day and they were definitely going to enjoy making her stay in bed. Sadistic little bastards.

She was slightly surprised however that more damage had not been done. While she knew that she had to be kept alive to some degree she had also deduced that Clint was the larger goal in. They wanted him for some reason and they thought she was their ticket to him. Well, she would just have to show them how wrong they were. Clint was her partner, her friend, and maybe even something more. She would never, never give him up for anything. Even if she had to die to keep him safe. And judging by the mood Nutian had left her in, she wouldn't be too surprised if they killed her within a few days. Nothing would send Clint running toward them like killing his partner. She only hoped they didn't figure out he had a soft spot for vengeance before her rescue team could arrive. If there even was one…

That was a very sobering thought. She felt the first traces of fear stirring in her veins. What if Fury deemed her retrieval more trouble than it was worth? She was willing to die for them but the thought that no one would even be trying to come for her was almost terrifying. In the past, she always knew if she was caught she could count on someone coming to get her back even if she was only a corpse when they did. At least she would be given a proper burial and no one would ever have to wonder if she really was dead. A body was better than nothing. But for the first time she realized she may die here and no one would come collect her. She didn't know how to handle those kinds of thoughts so she switched quickly off that topic.

She began to wonder how much longer she would have before this small respite ended and she was thrust back into the torture and the questions that would never receive answers. She had bene given two meals since the last interrogation and while both were drugged she was feeling a little bit stronger. She could feel her body healing already thanks to the serum coursing through her blood. She would still need medical attention of course but her body would mend itself as best as possible until proper care could be provided. The broken bones were the only things that wouldn't start to heal much until they were set properly. Which always hurt like a mother. She hated getting bones set. Damn Nutian for deciding she didn't need her bones intact for his purposes.

As if her thoughts summoned him the door to her little cell open and Nutian came strolling in along with another, taller man she did not recognize. Judging by the look on Nutian's face this was the man in charge of everything or at least, his representative. And he was much more intimidating than Nutian. He looked to be of German descent. Cropped blonde hair, tiny blues eyes set into a large face. She looked him up and down decided that his hand was easily the size of her face. That was a little frightening for her. She shoved the fear down as best she could, raising her eyes up to meet his, a defiant glint lacing the edges. She would show this man no fear. She was not going to be looked down upon in here. Never.

The man smirked a bit and moved toward her, brushing one of his fingers over her cheek. She pulled back with a jerk, uncomfortable with the touch. His smirk grew wider and he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look straight up at him as he leaned in closer, "Little bitch, you will tell me everything I need to know yes? I would not want to scar this pretty face of yours."

She hardened her glare, "I'm not telling you anything, ublyudok!"

His smirk vanished and was replaced by a vicious sneer as he smacked her right across the face, spitting open the crack in her lip, "Do not use that vile language with me, bitch! You will answer all of my questions or we will send a little video toy our partner so he can watch you die slowly and painfully for him. I'm not sure he would enjoy it as much as us though."

She licked the blood from her lip and spat at the man, "Do it, I'm not going to tell you anything no matter what you do. Might as well save us all some time."

He gave her a slow smile that sent a chill down her spine, "First, we have some fun. Fun for us, not so much for you. You were given a chance to reconsider now your partner will have that same chance.."

The man glanced over her head at Nutian and nodded slightly before turning and leaving the room. Three more men entered once he was gone, none she recognized which had to mean the giant had brought his own men or Nutian's own were rotating through. The ropes on her wrists and ankles were severed and she was hauled to her feet. She stumbled slightly to her chagrin, she was never clumsy. The men gripped her upper arms tightly and she knew there would be bruises there in a few hours. She was half-led, half-dragged out of the room and down a dim corridor. The place smelled dank and she could hear water dripping somewhere close by. If she had to guess at her location she would say underground near a river more than likely. They passed a door with faded lettering but she could just make it out what it once said: 锅炉房. Boiler room. She frowned. Was this an abandoned water treatment plant? She didn't remember there being one near Nutian's headquarters which meant she must be further from the city than she thought. Damn that was going to make it harder for them to find her.

She was taken down three more corridors before entering another room. This one was larger and had more lighting but it also had a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. There was a hook attached to the end and draped over it was a pair of shackles. She groaned inwardly. Shackles hanging from a ceiling were never a good sign. She glanced down and yep, there were the shackles for her ankles. Shit. This was about to get very painful very fast. She prayed she wouldn't let out any screams, knowing Clint would have to watch every little thing later when the video was sent to him. If she let her pain show through it would only make things ten times worse for him. She would have to be strong.

She was brought just under the hanging shackles and she winced when the shackles at her feet were clamped around her ankles. They were snug and nearly cut off all circulation to her feet. Her arms were brought above her head and the shackles were lowered just enough to clasp around her wrists before being raised back up once more. She winced as her body was stretched completely and her wrists strained with her weight. She didn't weigh much but it was more than her wrists alone were meant to bear. She could already feel warm blood trickling down her forearms from how much the shackles dug into her flesh.

The giant walked into the room and the pleased look on his face as he took in her position made her feel sick. This was a man who enjoyed other's torments more than anything else in the world. This was a sick, twisted man. He walked slowly into the room, making a circle around her at a leisurely pace and simply enjoying the view before stopping in front of her. He grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, pinching so hard she felt herself wincing involuntarily. He chuckled, "There it is, the expression I have longed to see. Show me the face you make when you are in pain and you know you will die, Miss Romanoff. I am dying to see how beautiful it is. Will you give me that pleasure?"

She shoved down another wince as his fingers tightened and once more levelled a steely glare at him, "Go. To. Hell. Ublyudok!"

He chuckled once more, louder this time and released her chin roughly, "Breaking you will be fun, I can already tell."

He held out his hand and one of the men ran from behind her and handed him a tool she recognized all too well. Her back was already tensing in anticipation. She had received thrashings before but they never became easier and her body never forgot the pain. Instead of moving behind her, however, the man simply drew his arm back and lashed forward violently. The shock of the pain across her chest make her cry out softly. The whip had left a bleeding laceration from her right shoulder all the way to her left hip. Never before had anyone taken a whip to her chest. It was a whole new level of pain. One she was not sure she could tolerate in silence. Another lash and this time she bit down on her lip and managed to let out only a strangled cry. Four lashes later and she felt like she would bite through her lip. Her chest was burning and throbbing, blood running in thin rivulets from the lashes.

She managed to remain silent for almost thirty lashes, ten to her front and ten more to her back before she finally screamed. She regretted it instantly and felt weak for it but the pain had become too much. Her torturer chuckled and moved into her line of vision, "Ah, there is the sound I have waited for. The sound of true pain and the first bit of a soul shattering. I wonder how many more lashes will shatter you completely? Thirty? Forty? One hundred? Shall we find out or will you tell me where your partner is hiding?"

She said nothing, panting through her pain and giving him a look that told him where he could shove it. He sighed in mock disappointment, "Very well then, let's begin again."

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Clint was restless. After the video ended he had quickly vacated the room, unable to handle the pain and pity in the eyes around him. Coulson and Fury could not understand how much he was hurting and burning. He was seething and itching to kill something. To kill Nutian. Instead of going after Natasha without aid though, which he knew without asking Fury was not about to give until he understood the situation more, Clint went to the only place he could let off some steam: the training rooms. No one approached him as he laid into one of the punching bags. He beat it and beat it until his knuckles were bleeding and his breaths were coming in heaving gasps. And still he could not relieve even a fraction of the anger and pain in his chest. So he kept going and going and going. He would beat that bag until Fury let him for after his partner. He was going to kill Nutian. He was going to put an arrow through his brain. He. Would. Die.

He was in the middle of another vicious round of punches when a hand landed on his shoulder. He spun instantly, momentarily forgetting he was on the Heelicarrier surrounded by allies, and threw his attacker to the ground. Hill's face looked up at him from the floor, her arm twisted up and behind her and her wrist gripped firmly in Clint's hand ready to snap it should he need to. Clint released Hill almost instantly when the red left his vision and he realized what he was doing. He stepped back as Hill stood, rotating and massaging her shoulder with an understanding but still slightly annoyed look, "Barton, Director Fury would like to see you in the conference room but maybe you should clean up first. And get rid of the crazy look in your eyes."

She turned on her heel and left without seeing if he was doing as directed, obviously knowing he would not be ignoring this order. He went to his quarters and rinsed off his face, some of the anger dimming to a slow smolder in his gut. There was still plenty coursing through him, ready to burst at any moment but it was becoming a little more manageable. He needed to look sane if he wanted Fury to send him on the rescue mission for Natasha. He sighed and ran water over his face one more time before changing into fresh clothes and heading for the conference room. Hill and Fury were already there, talking in hushed tones that instantly stopped when he entered. That wasn't suspicious at all.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked, taking a seat at the table and praying there wasn't another video waiting for him. He didn't think he could watch another session of Natasha being tortured.

Fury gave a curt nod and stood, "We're organizing a team to retrieve Agetn Romanoff. We think we may have discerned her location from the previous video and…from the most recent one. We believe Nutian has her in an old, abandoned water treatment plant about twenty miles outside of Beijing. It's small but it's also in the middle of nowhere. The perfect place for Nutian to camp out and torture someone. Stark and Rogers are already getting ready to go."

Clint barely heard any of Fury's words, latching onto one phrase, "There's another video?"

Fury looked him in the eyes, never one to shy away from conflict or the hard things, "Yes. We received it five minutes ago after Hill retrieved you. We only watched a few minutes of it before identifying Agent Romanoff's possible location."

Clint swallowed, knowing his next words would burn almost as much as what they would lead to, "Show me."

Fury nodded after a moment of hesitation and tapped a button on the table in front of him. An image of an empty room appeared on the screen in front of Clint and he instantly knew he was not going to be able to handle this. Shackles hung from the ceiling and were bolted into the floor. This was going to be worse than the last video, he could already tell. He glanced up and saw Hill's jaw tighten as she registered what was awaiting Natasha. Even Fury looked ready to shoot someone as he watched the scene play out. Natasha was brought in, her feet dragging and her head barely staying up. He could tell she was drugged, they had not hurt her enough yet for her to be unable to walk. Her wrists and ankles were locked into place, blood already sliding down her arms from the weight of her body on her wrists. He clenched his jaw at the sight of the blood and the wince that passed over her face.

The next ten minutes were the worst in Clint's life. And then Natasha screamed and his resolve shattered. His fist came down on the table, hard, "Dammit, why aren't we going after her already?!"

Fury looked at him with level eyes, "Like I said, Stark and Rogers are preparing to leave now along with a few other agents. Once we are finished here you are free to join them for the retrieval."

Barton ground his teeth and watched as Natasha's torture continued. At one point the chain above her head was pulled taut, stretching her body and pulling harshly on her bleeding wrists. The cry that came from his partner's lips was filled with pain and he could see that she was barely holding onto consciousness. He wished she would just pass out already so it would end. But his Tasha was strong and in this instance it was going to be her undoing. The man torturing her was not someone he recognized. Nutian was in the back corner, grinning gleefully as his new friend put Clint's partner through the ringer. Over and over again she was asked for his location and over and over again she refused to say a word. Part of Clint wished she would just talk, end the pain for herself and let him handle what followed. But she was a stupid, stubborn Russian and gave nothing away. And then finally, blessedly, she passed out. Her back and chest were torn up and bleeding, her forearms were covered in the blood of her wrists and her chest was rising and falling in small pants but she was alive.

The man responsible for her pain turned to the camera now, a smile spreading over his face, "Agent Barton, you have five hours to come to us or we will kill your partner here. Come to the west entrance of Beijing alone and we spare her. Until then."

Dun dun duuunnnnnnn…..

Ublyudok: bastard

Well,I hope that was good enough for everyone. Not much Clint in this chapter but don't worry he'll show up more in the next few I promise! Poor Tasha need a break I think. As always, reviews are love~

See you next time!