When you woke up, you found yourself laying on a bed in a trailer. You know, the ones that families tow behind a borrowed truck to go camping with a bunch of bratty children. It was the kind that looks like a small trailer at first, but then it folds out and there's a bed on each end. You were laying on the mattress on the right end, and you thought you could make out your captors sitting on the other bed, hunched over a crappy laptop, but you couldn't be sure because apparently chloroform makes your vision blurry, plus it was night. For all you now, it could be a pile of blankets.
Your hands were tied behind your back, and you couldn't actually feel them, probably because you had been laying on them for a few hours. So you decided to try and sit up. Swinging your legs over the edge of the nasty mattress, you gained enough momentum to get your torso upright, and you leaned over, mainly because you were feeling nauseous, but also so you could rub your hands together to try and gain some circulation. As the upheaval in your guts calmed down, your vision cleared, and you sat up to try and gather a few more details on your surroundings. The other bed definitely held a pile of blankets. There was as microwave sitting in the kitchenette, and the clock read 2:13, AM, which meant you had been out for about ten and a half hours, give or take a few minutes. No wonder the side affects had been so strong.
Other than your breathing, you couldn't hear any movement around you, so you decided to try and escape. Thankfully your feet weren't tied together, so you hopped off the bed and walked cautiously to the kitchen trying to find scissors or a knife or anything sharp.
As you sifted through drawers, you thought about your captors. They obviously weren't the cream of the crop, because they had tied your hands with rope, not anything durable, and they left you alone in a trailer with little to no security. It was going to be easy to get out of here.
Except for the fact you couldn't find anything sharp. You found spatulas, serving spoons, and plastic knives, but lets be real; lose are hardly sharp enough to cut butter. Then you realized that the stove was open flame, and there were dirty dishes nearby, indicating that it had been used. You smirked to yourself; it really was going to be easy, so long as you didn't burn yourself. You turned the dial, pushed the igniter switch with your hip, and checked for a flame before you turned around to expose the rope. It took a while to get it situated properly, but the rope was soon weakened to a point where you could break it easily. Always cautious, you turned the stove off before walking over to a window and peaking outside to assess the situation.
Your kidnappers were really dumb, because they were nowhere in sight. It was still dark out, but you managed to see that the trailer was situated in the middle of a clearing, with forest in front and probably in the back too. Creeping over to the door, you found it unlocked. However, before you left you grabbed the cleanest blanket off the pile and a metal spatula. It wouldn't do much for protection, but hey. It was something.
It was cool outside, and you were glad you had the blanket. There was a dirt track that you figured led to a road of some sort, so you decided to follow it. However, your wonderful boyfriend Clint had taught you to stay hidden, so you followed the road while walking in the forest. Up ahead, you could see a gate, guarded on both sides by pillars, and a fence of barbed wire. Not wanting to get tangled or cut in the fence, you stepped onto the track. You were a few steps away, when the pillars moved.
Crap.
Your kidnappers grinned maliciously at you, but you had had enough of this shit. So you threw the blanket at them, which momentarily confused them, turned on your heel, and ran back down the dirt trail. The track was only wide enough for one person, so you got a head start while they argued over who got to go first. At a slight bend in the track, you took the inside to get around it faster, and squealed when an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the trees and against a chest. However, it was a familiar chest, and your squeal was muted by your wonderful boyfriends hand over your mouth. There was no need for him to tell you to be quiet, because as soon as you recognized him, your face was buried in his chest, relieved to be kind of safe, at least for now.
Soon enough, you kidnappers stormed past, not having seen you disappear in to the woods. Once they had gone past, and Clint was sure it was safe, he pulled you back onto the track and led you out to the road. This time, there were no hulking pillars by the road. Once you were out on the dirt road, he slowed to a fast walk, and pulled you up to walk beside him.
Neither of you said anything until you got to a small turnoff and got into a car, which you discovered to be Natasha's once you got in. Clint just sat in the drivers seat for a minute.
"Did you steal Tasha's car?"
"No, I borrowed it. Actually, she lent it to me."
You smiled.
"Actually, she made me promise that she would kill me if I came back without you, or if I scratched her car."
You were about to say something, but he kept talking.
"I can't believe I almost lost you. I promised you I would protect you, and keep you safe, but I didn't. I failed. I broke my promise. I can't believe that I found you, and your alright. I kept imagining the worst things happening to you, and -"
You cut him off with a kiss. "Hey. It's okay. I'm safe, it's good. "
This seemed to snap him back to reality. He smiled softly at you before putting the key in the ignition and turning it over. The rumble of the engine was soothing to the both of you. As Clint pulled out onto the road, he slung his arm around you, pulled you close, and kissed you soundly. You two sat like that for the entire drive home.
And if you had happened to be standing on the road behind them, you would've seen a car driving slowly into the sunrise, just like in the movies.
