Her Little Bird

Chapter 1

But he sang louder and louder inside the house,
And no I couldn't get him out.
So I trapped him under a cardboard box.
stood on it to make him stop.
I picked up the bird and above the din I said
"That's the last song you'll ever sing".
Held him down, broke his neck,
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget.

Chapter 1

Natasha woke up groggily. Her arms felt like jelly, her limbs sore and her mind still fuzzy. She tried to force herself to move but the bindings were to strong. Slow movements turned into desperate tugs at the rope that held her to the chair. A chair, it had to be a chair. It was as if villains found amusement in tying her to chairs of all things. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness of the room. The room was small; small, empty, and sterile. The air smelled fresh of disinfectant and sterility, the smell she knew too well. Possible guesses were that she was in a hosiptal lr a germaphobic's hideout. But she knew better. It was the room she promised herself she would never return to. She would rather die than return to this wretched place. And yet she is back, restrained, she couldn't even take her own life. The sound off a low washed out groan sounded through out the room. Natasha's head snapped to the side.

"Clint?"

"Mmhmm?" that was the only reply from the blonde as he tugged against the bindings.

"Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"Yup just..chilling. Hey, where are we?" Natasha's face hardened. The memories kept coming back, washing over her like a plague.

"I have an ide-"

"Red Room. You're in the Red Room Agent Barton."

A strong voice echoed into Clint's ears. Natasha tensed at the familiarity of the voice as the man flicked on the lights and strutted to the center of the room.

"Welcome home Natalia, we 've come to see how well you've been taking care of Opal".

Natasha's jaw tightened. So this was it all along, this is what it's all about. Natasha now understood everything, Clint did not. Clint's blue eyes went back and forth between the two

"New Opal? What the hell is a Opal?"

"It's you."

The man smirked as he slowly made his way to stand behind Clint. He rest his hands on Clint's shoulders. Natasha shook her head, but didn't make a sound.

"You mean you don't remember Opal? Your bird?"

The man gave Clint's shoulders a soft squeeze and smiled a smile that sent chills down Natasha back. She knew what was coming next. She knew she had to find a way to get out. A way to break free. A bitter laugh escaped the man's lips as he watched her eyes wander around the room, looking for an escape.

"I'm completely lost, what do you mean I'm her bird?"

The man raised his hands to either side of Clint's head. Clint tried his best to look up at the man but struggled against his hands.

"You see Natalia meeting the hawk was not by chance but by design. You formed a bond one that can only be broken by death."

He reached around Clint's face and gripped Clint's chin in his hand keeping the other hand on the back of Clint's head. Gripping his hair in his fist. Natasha knew what would happen next. It was all coming together. Everything was a lie, a test. Like It always was.

"Tasha?"Clint glanced at Natasha.

For once in Clint's short life he didn't have a smart come back. He was confused and lost. He did understand the following events. What was about to happen. It bothered him that Natasha had to sit and watch while he was killed. He tried with every ounce of energy he had to pull free from the Mans grasp.

"Tasha listen to me ok? Whatever this Girl Scout on steroids is planing. Don't do it. Run like hell and don't look back," Clint gave a small sad smile still struggling with all he had.

Natasha met his eyes. Her face showed no emotion. It pained him to see her this way, she can't shut her emotions off again, not now, not after everything they've been through. But Natasha went robotic again. Like she always did, he knew she felt nothing. A part of him was disappointed at the fact that she didn't care about his death, the other part was glad, he didn't want her to mourn. After all he was a soldier, soldiers always die right?

The man chucked again and winded up for a twist. But something in Natasha's eyes caught his attention. Her facial features were sullen but her eyes was almost.. Apologetic?

"I'm sorry Clint, I'm so sorry I had to pull you into this." He never knew eyes could speak until this day but he almost heard her voice in his head.

"Thanks Tasha, for being my part-"

The end of the sentence was cut short by a loud snapping sound. The last thing he saw were those apologetic green eyes. The world around Clint began to fade into darkness. He felt numb. Then, nothing at all. No pain, not numbness nothing. Clint's head bowed, completely limp. His neck twisted in a awkward position. The man moved his hands back to Clint's shoulders and waited for Natasha's reaction.

A/N: Special thanks to Clint (@hawkeye1313) for writing your own death. Love ya birdie.