A/N: Hi everybody! I am so sorry about the hold up! My entire life kind of went side ways on me. I had a family member suddenly pass, I took her cat and my brother is getting married soon too. It's a lot of drama and I felt like I wouldn't have been able to put out quality stuff. Last weekend, I saw Dr. Strange and it re-ignited my muse. So I figured spending some time in Miss Marvel's Marvel universe wouldn't be such a bad idea. So here we go! I hope you all like the up date and more should be up soon! Also thank you so much for the faves and follows they mean the world to me!

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Rescue Me

Clint

Clint ran back to the medical ward as fast as he could. He knew that he was supposed to be going for a training session with Natasha now but fuck that Charlie was way more important to him at the moment. He had to make sure that she was okay.

As he got closer to the ward, he could hear distorted growling and snarling. What in the fucking hell were they doing to her in there? He entered her room and was shocked to see three male nurses trying to hold her down. One of them had a needle in his hand waiting for the right moment to knock her out. She was thrashing and snarling. She didn't look like herself either. Her violet eyes looked cat-like and she had fangs. He realized very quickly that something set off her feral mutation.

He saw that all of her fury was directed at the doctor who looked scared out of his mind. He had to intervene and stop her before she did something that she would regret later. He immediately jumped into action and pushed one of the nurses out of the way. The other two were still trying to keep her under control.

"Agent Barton, what the hell are you doing? She's out of her mind she'll rip you apart!" One of the nurses yelled.

"No she won't!" He countered.

He had to get her attention onto him and away from the Doctor.

"Charlie, sweetness, look at me!" He ordered loudly.

Hearing her name being called, her head snapped in his direction but it wasn't enough to completely snap her out of it. However, it was enough to keep her attention solely on him.

"Charlie, you have to calm down and let it go!" He tried again.

He was shocked to see that she was trying to listen to him. She stilled slightly and cocked her head at him as if realizing that his voice sounded somehow familiar to her.

Suddenly, she started sniffing the air. He realized that she was scenting him. His scent must smell familiar to her too. He saw that she was beginning to calm down some. His awareness seemed to calm down some too and he knew that the immediate danger was over.

He gestured for the nurses to let her go and they looked at him like he grew three extra heads and grew tiny little purple hairs all over his body. He rolled his eyes. He forced himself to remember that they didn't have awareness like he did but clearly she had no interest in the Doctor anymore and she was completely focused on him.

"Look, as you can plainly see she has no interest in the doctor anymore. I promise that you can let her go now and she won't hurt a soul." He reassured.

Looking at each other, the nurses hesitated for a moment and then slowly let her go.

Sure enough, she started trying to crawl towards him completely ignoring all the other people in the room. He saw that her movements were a little jerky and realized that the sores on her legs must still be bothering her. He frowned; she must have aggravated them in all of the commotion.

That royally pissed him off; he wanted to know what in the fuck set her off in the first place. He was about to ask the Doctor that when a small hand suddenly latched into the front of his shirt. He looked down and his blue-green eyes softened. Her other hand latched onto the front of his shirt and started nuzzling her face into his chest. She let out a slightly distorted, contented purr.

He stroked her head for a moment and then turned his attention back to the doctor who was looking at them with his nose wrinkled in what he assumed to be disgust. He wondered if it had something to do with the fact that she was a mutant. He knew that some people held extreme prejudice towards them.

Personally, he thought the whole thing was bullshit and they deserve as equal rights as anybody else on the damn planet. He had just about enough of this stupid Doctor.

"So, do you mind telling me just what the fuck you did to set her off?" He demanded to know.

The doctor gave him an incredulous look at being blamed for the whole ordeal.

"Me? I just simply did my job and assessed her. I questioned her about why she had blood smeared all over her thighs and she refused to tell me what happened to her. I tried questioning her more and it was like she suddenly lost her mind." The doctor explained.

At the doctor's explanation, he fought against the urge to completely lose his shit. Form what he read in Charlie's file, her mutation also involved being empathic. The last thing that she needed was to feel his anger on top everything else that happened to her.

He wondered how somebody could be so damn stupid. It was no fucking wonder Charlie freaked out.

Whatever happened to cause the blood on her thighs was probably severely traumatic to her. She didn't need some fucking idiot interrogating her about it.

"Why would you question her about that? She's in a place that's completely strange to her and has probably been through the worst hell of her life. Worse that you could ever imagine and you decide to question her about THAT? I think it's time you left." He stated angrily.

The doctor tried in vain to protest but it was useless.

"But Agent Barton, I…" The doctor tried to say, but he cut him off.

"I don't care, just get out! That goes for all of you! GET OUT!" He snarled angrily.

He really tried to keep his anger contained, he really did but he just couldn't stop it from overflowing a little bit.

For reasons he hadn't quite deciphered yet, he felt extremely protective of Charlie and was so pissed off at the fact that she was needlessly traumatized even more than she already was. Realizing that he meant business, all of the medical personnel vacated the room quickly thankfully.

Turning his attention back to Charlie, he was relieved to see that his little spell of anger hadn't affected her at all possibly because she was still coming out of her feral haze. He saw that her eyes had returned to normal and her fangs had retracted.

His blue-green eyes drifted to the offending piece of metal around her neck. He wondered why it hadn't tried to shock the life out of her when she turned feral. This was something he would have to ask her after she was settled again.

He continued to stroke the top of her head enjoying the silence until she suddenly came to life and tried to get away from him as fast as she could. She was looking at him with such fear and he was seriously confused for a moment.

Why would she suddenly be so scared of him? The light bulb suddenly came on and his anger resurfaced.

It caused her to flinch back even more and he forced himself to tamp it down so she wouldn't be even more scared. He realized that her handlers must have punished her badly whenever something like this happened. She must think that He was going to punish her! Just thinking of what they did to her made him feel sick to his stomach.

Giving her a gentle look, he put his hands in front of himself in the surrender position to show her that he wouldn't cause her any harm.

"Charlie honey, it's okay. I promise that I won't hurt you." He reassured gently.

She gave him a look that was cross between incredulous and disbelief.

It saddened him that she thought everybody on this planet wanted to cause her pain. She looked at him with distrust and refused to move. He sighed softly; he wasn't giving up without a fight.

"Charlie, I know it's hard but I swear to you that I will never ever hurt you." He reiterated softly.

She looked at him like she was trying to decide what to do. He waited patiently until she made her decision. Slowly, she started moving towards him. Once she got close enough to touch him, she stopped and held out her hand.

Momentarily, he wondered just what she was up to until remembered that her file said something about feeling things through touch. Maybe she was trying to feel him out through touch. Using slow and precise movements so that he didn't scare her, he reached out and gently touched her hand. He was shocked at the intensity of what he felt being connected to her in this way. It seemed that not only was she reading him, she was letting him feel what she felt. He had never felt anything like this before.

This experience was something that would forever be seared into his mind.

"I'm scared." He heard a small voice murmur inside of his head.

He looked at her in shock. Was she talking to him inside of his head? This was beyond weird.

"Are you talking to me inside of my head?" He thought incredulously.

She nodded to him. She looked a little apprehensive.

"Yes, it's the only way I can talk, except for sign language. Is it okay? Do you want me to stop it?" Her small voice asked softly.

He gave her a soft look and nodded back.

"Of course it's okay, what happened to you? Why can't you talk?" He really wanted to know the answer to that question.

She looked both ashamed and apprehensive. He knew that she wasn't ready to reveal that yet and he would have to be patient with her until she was.

"It doesn't matter, where am I? Who are you?" She asked.

He could detect the tiniest bit of curiosity in her voice.

"My name is Clint Barton, you are at Tony Stark's tower; it's being used as a headquarters for something called S.H.I.E.L.D. I know it's difficult to understand but I promise that you are safe here. You are under my protection." He explained to her inside of his head.

She looked at him deeply for a moment; he could tell that she was trying to process what he just explained to her. She nodded and then suddenly severed the connection. He knew that she was done talking for now and that was okay by him.

Despite the fact that she was still very unsure about everything, he knew that she had decided that he was okay and that was a huge step in the right direction.

Again using so slow, deliberate movements, he approached the side of her bed. He made sure that she could see every movement he made so he wouldn't surprise her by accident. He then sought out her permission to help her get back into bed and get comfortable again. She gave a small nod indicating that he had her permission to do so.

Gently, he helped her back into bed. He was careful not to aggravate her sores any more than they already were. She gave him a grateful look for that. Satisfied that she was comfortable and tucked in, he made to leave so she could get some rest but was stopped when her small hand latched onto the back of his shirt.

He turned around and gave her a questioning look. She gestured for him to give her his hand. He complied readily.

"Can you stay with me for a while…please?" She asked softly.

He could tell that she was really nervous to ask him such a thing afraid that she would be rejected. His blue-green eyes soften considerably.

"Of course I'll stay with you." He murmured softly, giving her hand a little squeeze.

He could see the relief plain as day on her features. She got comfortable and he once again tucked the sheets around her. Gently, he brought his hand to the top of her head and stroked it gently. For a split second her violet eyes became large at the touch but she didn't shy away from it and that made him very happy.

He was sure that this was the first time she was touched in a way that didn't result in some kind of pain. He was even more happy when she allowed his and to remain there instead of shying away. He continued to caress her head until she became sleepy.

Once he was sure that she was asleep, he got up from the chair he was occupying and quietly left the room.

Had a lot of things that he had to take care of. The primary one being that he had to tell the assholes in charge of her care to only allow female medical personnel to care for her from now on.

After all that she's been through, the last thing that she would want is any male trying to examine her doctor or not and especially after what just happened to her. He also wanted to make sure none of them questioned her about any of that. This was hard enough for her to deal with without all of that shit on top of it.

His top priority was Charlie's comfort now. Charlie had absolutely nothing to her name and he had to fix that. He wanted to make sure that she had everything that she needed and then some. He never wanted her to be without again.

But first things first, he had to deal with the idiot medical personnel. After he did that, he went to go and seek out Natasha. He still had to go get his ass handed to him by her after all. This was NOT something he was looking forward to at all.

Sometime Later

Charlie

Charlie suddenly jolted awake. She breathed a sigh of relief that she did remember who she was and what had happened to her recently.

Because she had been shot in the head so many times with silver bullets, she was petrified that one day she would wake up and not remember who she was. That thought scared the ever-living crap out of her. Despite all of the stuff that's happened to her, she would never ever want to forget who she was.

Picking at her scratchy sheets, she thought about what happened to her earlier today. She couldn't believe what that doctor did, what part of no didn't he understand? She hadn't meant to lose control like she did but she couldn't help it.

When she felt any strong emotion like anger, the feral part of her became extremely hard to control. It had always been like that since she acquired the mutation. No matter how many times her handlers tried to wipe her memories when her control chip became corrupted, there were certain people that she would never forget and Victor Creed was one of those people.

He was the mutant who volunteered his genes for the experiment. She never found why volunteered himself for something that was so insane but she supposed that it had to be something important. She remembered meeting the man like it was yesterday.

After the feral genes had been spliced into her genetic make-up, her handlers had been unable to get anywhere near her without fear of getting ripped apart. So who better to tame her than the mutant she got the gene from in the first place?

Memory

Charlie paced her cage restlessly, her handlers refused to come near her in her feral haze. So far, nobody had been able to break her from it. Suddenly, she smelt something that was almost familiar. It smelt feral like her. She watched as a scruffy looking man approached her cage and bent down to her level. He had dark, cat-like eyes and had a toothy grin on his face.

She saw that he had fangs like her too.

"Well, look at you, little cub." He purred.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she carefully approached the side of the cage that he was crouched down next to. She watched as he placed his hand palm up though bars. She looked at it in shock. Her handlers taught him how to approach her.

Cautiously, she touched his palm and was assaulted with his emotions. He was angry and she could tell he was generally not a nice person but he held no ill will toward her. He was even curious about her, a weird curiosity but a curiosity none the less. She gathered from his emotions that he was here to help her to control her feral instincts.

While she wasn't impressed by this, she realized that this was probably the only way she would ever leave her cage again. She watched cautiously as he produced a key from his coat pocket and opened her cage door.

As he stepped in, she tried to shrink away but he grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her. She immediately started to struggle and growl in his grip. He growled twice as loudly right back at her and forced her to turn around. She could feel him pressing up against her. She felt him dip his head and run his nose along her neck. She felt him inhaling her scent and she had to suppress a shudder.

"Listen here little cub, you belong to me now. Do you understand?" He growled.

She wanted to put up a fight and make him leave her alone. But she had to comply with what he wanted and do what he asked if she ever wanted to leave her cage. She had to be good.

She could do nothing but nod.

End Memory

She shook herself from the memory. Despite the fact that Victor was a jerk most of the time, he did help her and when he was around she got punished far less when he was with her.

One day, he just left abruptly and never came back. She would never ever admit it out loud, but it upset her a lot. She felt like she lost only person that was remotely an ally. Her punishments returned tenfold and none of her handlers could break her from her feral haze like he could.

Because of that, they just punished her more.

Somehow though, that man with the ocean eyes managed to do it. She didn't even know how he did it. She felt so humiliated after she came out of the haze. She thought for sure that he would want to punish her for her lack of control but he didn't instead he wanted to try and help her. She didn't even know how to process that.

For the first time ever somebody wanted to actually help her. She had such a vague recollection of what 'help' even was. He smelled so good and was so nice to her that she WANTED him to help her. He was the first person in so long to touch her in a way that didn't cause her pain.

He told her that his name was Clint Barton and that she was under his protection. She found herself really liking the sound of that. She really wanted to know what it felt like to having somebody protecting her instead of hurting her.

She couldn't help but think how lucky she was that he found her tied to that dumpster, she didn't even want to think of what would have happened to her if hadn't of found her. She shuddered at that thought. She probably would have wasted away.

Getting comfortable as she could in her blankets, she let herself drift back off to sleep slowly she relished in the feeling of being in a safe place for the first time in so long.

She had her man with the ocean eyes, Clint Barton to thank for that.