Barton and the Baker

Chapter 3: Battered

Y/N's POV

As I watch Clint drive away, I can't help but wish that I was with him instead of the asshole I just saw. Clint just cares so much. I make up my mind then that I. Am. Done! I'm done being his punching bag, his little woman, his maid, his girl, his... whatever the hell it is that he wants to label me at that fucking time of the day.

Anger courses through me as I get up to our apartment and start packing a bag. I make quick work of it, tossing things into a suitcase. Where am I going to go? I don't care but I refuse to live like this one more day.

I am in such a state of anger, I don't hear the elevator ding announcing someone's arrival to our apartment. "Where the hell do you think you're going, bitch?" John's voice startles me.

Instead of freezing, it fuels my anger, "I'm done, John! I'm leaving." I yell, surprising myself. "Good luck with Sharon." I glare at him, challengingly.

"The fuck you are!" He runs at me. I have almost made it to the stairwell before his hand wraps in my hair and I am yanked backwards, sliding across the floor.

The last thing I remember is feeling my head bounce off the floor and hearing my ribs crack under the weight of his boot. The world around me quickly fades to black as his large knuckles collide with my chin.

Clint's POV

I haven't been able to get your face out of my mind as I drove away, leaving you in front of your apartment. Everything in me wanted to go back but you had to make your own decisions. The last thing you needed was someone else making you do something you didn't want to do. Bucky and I decided we would go to the bakery together in the morning with everyone else. I just wanted to know if you were going to stay with that piece of shit. We told Tony what we had seen and he was furious. We all wanted John gone but having an affair doesn't exactly qualify someone to be stripped of Captain America.

We all decided to settle in and watch a movie that night when FRIDAY comes on overhead, "Mr Stark, there is a young lady attempting to scale the fence surrounding the compound. I have tried to send her away and discourage such behavior but she insists on seeing Mr Barton."

"Friday," Bucky instructs as I am already on the way to the door, "Please pull up the footage." It reveals Rebecca struggling to climb up and over the smooth walled fence. She finally makes it to the top.
"If that stupid ass computer won't let me in, I'll do it my damn self! I'm gonna kick their asses when I get in there!" I can hear her mumbling.

"Friday, open the gate," I laugh as I watch her ride it as it opens before popping down and flipping off the camera before we open the door and she barrels inside.

"Clint," she finally breaks, tears coursing down her cheeks, "it's Y/N. She's in the hospital." Everyone has gathered around us now. "It had to be bad for her to call me."

Y/N's POV

I come to slowly, hearing two voices around me.

"Mr Walker..." begins a man with a thick German accent.

"Doctor, it's Captain America, please," John corrects him.

"Captain America," he corrects himself, "What happened to this young lady?"

The feeling of John's heavy hand on my head and cheek makes me want to vomit, "She hit a wall."

"Hmm, but did the wall hit back, I wonder," he says quickly before leaving the room.

I quickly fall back to sleep with the tubes in my throat threatening to choke me and the drugs I'm on pulling me back under.

Some time later, I wake up feeling a hand stroking my face.