I Don't Want to Go

I'm Bacc

I'm bacc peoples! Bread. Just because.

Also y'all, I think the two people who will be tortured in this the most are Clint and Peter, just because none of the others make me have the feels, sue me.

TW: torture and stuff, the usual.

Clint

The moment I saw the kid, my heart melted. Of course it did, being a dad does that to a guy, even if that guy was a trained assasin who was abused as a kid.

I've killed hundreds of people before, but what HYDRA did to this kid was just inhumane.

Nat and I stayed next to Peter and took care of him for a few hours, seeing as the others were all still chained to the wall. We were lucky Peter had a first aid kit in his backpack, or his wounds would have gotten infected for sure.

Tony the whole time was talking to Peter, probably to try and distract Peter from his wounds. Most of the stuff Tony said was a bunch of crap from his MIT days or complaining about his dad.

Nat ran her fingers through Peter's hair, the kind of affection she showed only to my kids. It almost made me smile.

Almost. I was supposed to be at the carnival with my kids. I didn't really like carnivals because they were too much like circuses (like the one I was forced to grow up in), but my kids did, and that was enough for me.

I rubbed Peter's back, something I would do for Cooper when he was stressed about school. Peter had calmed down a lot, still listening to Tony talk.

"And then Romanoff put Happy into a head lock with out even looking..." Tony was saying when the door slammed open.

In came a tall man with brown hair and icy blue eyes, "The party is all here!" He shouted in a German accent, making Peter flinch.

"I- I don't see how this is a party." Nat said and I chuckled a little.

The dude just ignored her, "While I do need info about S.H.I.E.L.D, which is why I brought you here, I just wanted to have a little fun you prisoners to warm up."

"Wait just a minute," Tony said, "we don't even know who you are!"

"Ah, Stark. I am Plaestic Drougs-"

I cut him off, "Plastic Drugs? Plastic? Couldn't you have at least been Real Drugs?"

He regarded me with his cold eyes, "Rheal Drougs is my brother."

I chuckled, "Your parents definitely have a weird sense of humor."