The Other Barton | Natasha Romanoff

Chapter Nineteen

Gonna put a warning right now that this chapter goes into some triggering topics. Such as applied SA so if you aren't comfortable with that skip this chapter.

"S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters in DC was taken down earlier this evening. Leaving thousands of documents leaked onto the internet. A former Avengers sister was one we found with an interesting file." The News reporter announced from the other room. Displaying a photo of the sister in question.

"Hey Clint, your sister is on the news.." Laura yelled out to him. He paused what he was doing quickly walking over to the living room to see his sister's face plastered over the breaking news caption. "Oh god. What did she do now?" He groaned. Taking a seat at the end of the couch.

"Among thousands of files leaked of S.H.I.E.L.D employees, our researchers found one of Brielle Edith Barton. And if that name sounds familiar that's because it is. The former Avenger only announced his retirement a mere three weeks ago. His sister on the other hand seems to be the opposite of an Avenger. Credited with over eight country leader assassinations, two of which were world powers. Along with tumbling down successful governments put in third world countries. But when she's not doing her day-time job she seems to like to have fun in the bedroom. Over a dozen sex tapes were leaked of her with countless partners. What a day to be related to her right, Pam?"

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Barely having enough fuel to get us there, Fury landed the helicopter a few hundred feet from Clint's farmhouse. Just the sight of it made me cringe knowing this wouldn't be an open invitation with 'we've missed you'. But Natasha did try to assure me that he'd understand the circumstances. Laura? Sure she'd understand. Clint? No, he'd rather watch me sleep on the porch with a napkin as a blanket.

Walking up the porch steps I leaned against the pillar not signing up to be the one to knock. Natasha stopped in front of me. Leaving Fury to knock.

Natasha moved a piece of my hair out of my face, "Ready for the family reunion?" She teased. "Ready to see one of us be carried out in a body bag?" I sarcastically teased back, with a smirk on my face. "Try and keep the injuries to ones that can be treated at home, okay babe?"

The rushed opening of the door surprised not only me but Fury and Natasha. "We saw the news. Clint's not happy." Laura informed us, before opening the door to allow us in.

"Great! You not only have the news covering you also helped take down Shield?" Clint fumed, clearly talking to me. "Are they saying good things about me?" I remarked back.

"They want to give you the Medal of Honor. No! They're accusing you of being Anti-American and being a sex addict." He explained. I was starting to hint that he wasn't mad at me, definitely my actions, but mostly the conceptions being thrown out in the media.

"Uhm, I'm sorry what?" I scoffed. Playing this out to be him over-exaggerating the truth. "Anti-American and a sex addict?" Fury chuckled out walking around where I was standing and taking a seat on the couch. "Who's saying that?"

"Just turn on the news, it's all they've been talking about for the past hour."

Natasha pointed her phone to me showing a headline that read, "Hawkeye's sister sex tapes leaked". It took me reading it over and over to actually realize what they were referring to. That's when all the guilt and regret hit me. I didn't speak a word, instead ran to the kitchen sink, which was closer than the bathroom. And barfed up whatever my body would allow. Natasha quickly followed, pulling my hair back as I continued.

After puking what I had to guess was the contents of Sam's breakfast from the day prior I leaned against the kitchen counter catching my breath. "Okay you can be mad at me for the anti-american part but the sex addict, no." I claimed to Clint who was standing in the kitchen as well.

"And why's that?" He spat less harshly this time. It took me a moment to actually put my thoughts into words that wouldn't make me sound crazy but even saying it sounded absurd. "Because those 'sex tapes' wasn't me filming. It was Pierce who I guess set up cameras in my house." I babbled on trying to not cry at the fact that this was really happening.

"Is that what Pierce meant earlier? With the whole bar and STD's thing?" Natasha asked me, trying to clarify the situation. I threw my head into my hands letting out a low groan and nodding my head. "That's illegal. You can't film someone without their consent let alone them having sex?" She stated matter of factly.

"He's dead. He got what he wanted, so I suffer now. I wouldn't join his side so now my life needs to go to hell." I said barely over a whisper.

"Are you saying he like revenge porned you?" Clint questioned, sounding dumbfounded. "Unless I filmed me having sex with people and I just completely forgot then that's what happened."

"There's nothing you can do about it. It was a part of your Shield file." Fury pipped in. Sounding just as upset at the situation. "Pierce must have attached whatever he had onto your file once he realized you weren't actually dead. That included."

I slowly nodded my head realizing I was just gonna have to come with terms that it's gonna be on the internet. "Well I hope they enjoy it. Glad to know people are gonna get off on my regrets." I stammered before leaving the kitchen and angrily going upstairs to the only guest room I've ever stayed at for as long as they've had the farmhouse.

Clint always referred to it as my red room, since the accent wall was painted a deep red. It hadn't changed from the last time I was in it. Every little detail, the same. Walking into the bathroom I immediately turned on the shower letting it run cold. All I managed to do was take off the sling that only subbed the pain to a certain point.

I walked into the shower, sitting at the end of the tub. All I could do was cry. I always tried to keep a tough exterior to fit the dumb quota I wanted to fill but right now it didn't matter. I was certain every tape leaked I couldn't even recall. Not because the person didn't matter but almost every single sexual encounter I had with someone there was because I was wasted beyond even knowing my name.

And now the media wanted to call me a sex addict? That was the last term that would come to mind. God and Natasha? I finally get in a relationship with her and this happens? I wouldn't even blame her if she thinks I'm a slut. I'm starting to think I am, myself.

The news claiming me as Anti-American? I can't even argue with it. They'll never understand what I sacrificed, for them. Or what I believed to have been sacrificing for them. At this point I couldn't even recall what was and wasn't a Hydra issued hire. But it was easier for them to think I hate America than to see the hierarchies I did take down.

The bathroom door creaked open, with a loud groan. "Brie?" Natasha rasped, I could see her figure standing outside the shower curtain. "I'm not mad at you." She tried to reassure me. "You should be." I choked out. "Why? Why should I be mad at you?" She asked.

"Turns out your girlfriend is a slut. But who's even surprised at this point?" I protested, not understanding why she was so understanding of all of this.

"I saw the videos. You could barely even walk straight. Let alone have a say in what you wanted. You were the victim in all of those. You were taken advantage of Brie?" She stammered out, not understanding why I had all this guilt built up.

"I didn't say no, I didn't do anything to stop it." I persisted.

"You were drunk. In no scenario would that have mattered. I've already messaged Stark asking if he has any way of getting the videos offline." She announced. Walking to the other end of the tub and turning off the shower. Then opening the curtain to see me curled up, my clothes soaked. "Come on, we've had a long day. Let's sleep and talk about this tomorrow?"