MCU One-Shots

Search and Rescue~ Winterhawk

AN: Thought I could put a chapter where Clint didn't escape.

~Bucky~

My team and I were alerted by Fury to come listen to a recording that they had finally managed to track. I'm not sure when they got the call, but I knew that we were being rushed. We managed to finally make it to Fury's office. He was rushing around with paperwork. "Good, Bucky, Tony, and Natasha. Sit" we sat in our normal spots and watched him rush to set something up. "The police recieved this call 4 years ago. We have spent the past 4 years trying to trace the burner phone. It was almost impossible. The teen on the phone has been identified as Clinton Francis Barton. He has an older brother Charles Bernard Barton. Do not harm either of these two during your raid. It seems the phone is traveling along with the people keeping his captive. They have been identified as the circus of crime. They go from town to town robbing and sometimes killing everyone that goes to their show" he pulled up a voice recording and pressed play. The operator spoke first "911, what's your emergency?". I heard labored breathing on the other end "I need your help. I am with the circus of crime. They won't let me go. My older brother is being hurt because he tried to call you guys. He gave the phone to me to get help before they took him". I heard the operator get talked over several times "Ok sweety, can you tell me where they are?". There was a scream over the phone "I can't hear what you're saying. I lost my hearing. All I can hear is your muffled voice". 

There was a pause before he continued "My name is Clint Barton and my brother is Charles Barton. I can't". He was cut off by a huge bang on his end. "I'm sorry" the line went dead with the operator's protests continuing. "Shit, I could only get part of a IP address" Fury turned off the TV and looked back at us. "It took a while, but we managed to find the phone. It looks like he hid it in the building he's moving in. I will send you the live coordinates. Go to the show. Shut it down. Save the kids if they're there" we all nodded, a little surprised by how young the kid sounded. We all stood and geared up for the drive. He sent up the live coodinates and we found them in a different state. We got a plane immediately. I was stuck between the two idiots. "Are you seriously already drinking?" Tony shrugged at my question "Gotta clear my head y'know?". I rolled my eyes and looked to Natasha. She was leaning back and taking a nap. I did the same since it was going to be a long plane ride. When I woke up from my nap, Tony was still up, but he wasn't drinking anymore. He had earbuds in and was listening to the phone call. I lifted myself and he glanced at me "What are you doing?". He gave me one of the earbuds "What do you hear besides his voice". I listening to the background and hear terrified screaming as well as banging on the door. Yelling was muffled through the door "What the hell is that?". He shrugged "My best guess is that he's dead. They had to have heard him. He couldn't hear them, so he wouldn't have known if they did".

~Clint~

I winced as another punch hit me. "You ever going to get over the fact that I called the police?" I made that call four years ago and nothing. I gave up on the police. I was finally given hearing aids since he got tired of mouthing things slowly so that I knew what he was saying. "You betrayed us" I nodded "And I was betrayed by the law. Nobody is coming. Why try again when nothing will happen?". I've been trying to elaborate the fact that I gave up and accepted my fate of being alongside them for the rest of my life. I've been on lockdown for years. They killed my brother, but not me. I know it's because I was a better shot. I was the favorite. Part of me knew it wa their way of torturing me. Keeping me alive when my brother was dead. They laughed at my nightmares, and tortured me for fun. I was only alive because of the tube they used to force feed me. I refused to eat to hopefully die faster, but they prevented that. I was unchained and pulled out of the room. "Show time Hawk. I want to see you shine. People recognize you. Don't disappoint me. You know the consequences" I glared at him. I knew he wanted me to take the shot to kill someone. I never did during the murder nights. I always got punished for it. I didn't care as long as I didn't have to hurt anyone.