MCU One-Shots

Dungeon~ Winterhawk

AN: We don't talk about the title.

~Clint~

1 year 3 months 3 weeks and 2 days. That's what the tally marks added up to. I didn't have to add any more now. I was free. I looked around at the blood covering the room. It was all cold because they weren't alive. I knew I was going to die anyway. I didn't know how to get out of here. They didn't have a such thing as a phone. Not as far as I knew anyway. I was covered in blood. I gripped my hair and pulled my knees up to my chest. After all that time, I was finally free. No more torture. No more being hurt. I would be able to die on my own accord. They would not be the ones to kill me. I hummed the lulliby my brother would sing to me while we were chained to the wall in the basement. He doesn't get the same choice as I do. He was killed by them. He didn't get to die outside of their grasp. It was a sad thing to think about, so I didn't think about anything. Nothing was happy anymore. I didn't realize I was rocking. I didn't hear the door open. "My god" I didn't look up. I didn't want to see the look of surprise and disappointment. I didn't want to look them in the eye as they hurt me again. Someone touched my shoulder. It was like a switch clicked in my head. I wasn't going to get a choice. I was going to go like my brother did.

I screamed and struggled in the grip of those trying to hold me down "Calm down kid. We're not going to hurt you". I heard a new voice "Let him go. You're going to make it worse". The hands retracted, but I covered my head with my arms and curled in on myself. I couldn't take another hit to my ribs. Nor could I take another bite to the neck. "Hi" I looked through my arms and found a brunette. He was nervous, but he laid on the ground and folded his arms under his head. "What's your name?" I hesitated, but he waited patiently. "Clint" he smiled "Alright, Clint. I'm just here to talk. My name is Tony". He unfolded his hands and put them flat on the ground "You can see my hands. I just want to know what happened here". I didn't answer, and he analyzed me. "Ok, you don't have to talk about it. What do you say we get out of here? Get you cleaned up?" I thought about it. There wasn't any waver in his voice. He didn't give any sign that he was lying. I relaxed a little and gripped my hair as tears fell. Tremors wracked my body. He slowly moved his hand to touch my arm "Don't touch me. Please, don't touch me". He nodded "Alright" he turned to the other people in his group. "I got him. Natasha, work on getting the footage from the cameras. The rest, work on getting this place cleared of bodies" people started moving. 

~Tony~

I couldn't tell how old he was. I didn't even know if he was a kid. He was scared shitless and had some obvious issues. His body shook and pieces of his hair fell out as he pulled at it. "When you're ready, we'll leave ok?" I set my hand palm up on the floor. It was his choice of whether or not to grab it. It wasn't someone grabbing him. It was him touching someone else. He seemed to think hard. I kept my hand there until he removed a shaky hand from his hair. He set his hand in mine. I nodded and stood as he did. I hovered a hand behind him as I guided him out of this place. His hand covered his eyes and he closed them as we stepped into the sun. I could now see how pale he was. He had been in there for a long time. I led him to my personal car and opened the passenger door. I got into the driver's side with the door open. "This one is mine. I'll turn it on to keep you cool. I have to head back in there for a second. The doors are locked. You have the keys" I handed him the keys while saying this. "Nobody can get in unless you let them. If someone does though. Press the red button on the screen and I will get an alert to come back out here. I'll only be gone for a couple minutes" he nodded while looking out the window. I felt bad for him since he hadn't seen outside in so long.

I got out and closed the door before going back in. "Tony you have to see this" I followed Steve back to a room. It was pretty deep in the hallways. "What the hell?" the lock was broken on the door. I walked in, knowing this is where they kept him. I looked at the wall and found an array of tally marks. "Holy shit, He kept time" I counted the tally marks. "477 days" I looked at another wall. Scratchy drawing covered the wall. It was made by two different people. It was a stick person drawing. One was more detailed than the other. "Mom, dad, Clint, and Barney" I sighed and looked at the floor. "I hate cases like these" Steve put a hand on my shoulder "Me too". Our entire team was the youngest in Shield. I was the youngest at 20, then Bucky at 21, Natasha was 22, Steve was 22, and the others didn't even break 25 yet. It was a hard job to do. I stood "He's in the car. I'll take him to Bruce to get him checked out. Search this entire place. I want to know how many kids were kept here". He nodded "Already on it. See you at the house". I left the place and walked out to my car. I opened the door with my fingerprint. I glanced into the passenger seat and found Clint asleep. I was glad my car was a quiet one. I started driving towards the Shield base to get him checked out by Bruce. I sent Bruce a quick text to give him a rundown of everything, plus a tip about Clint not liking to be touched.