I'll fight for you (Clintasha)✔️

☆☾16☽☆ Helplessness

Clint struggled to open his eyes. His head pounded like it had been repeatedly hit with a sledgehammer.

Feeling a little nauseous, he shook his head in hope of getting rid of the feeling, then slowly peeled open his eyes. The world felt lopsided for a moment, before his vision settled into place.

He found himself sitting on a wooden chair. Upon further prodding, he realised that his arms were bound by rope around the back, and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair.

He struggled with all his might, but all it resulted in was getting his wrists cut by the rough rope.

He grunted a few times while still tugging on the chair, the wooden legs making clacking noises on the tiled floor.

Then he heard the front door unlock.

He prepared himself for a blow by retreating all he could into the back of the chair and tucking his head towards his chest.

What he didn't know was that the blow he would receive wasn't about to be physical, but rather mental.

Clint stayed in his position, watching sock-covered feet advance towards him, and stop about a foot away from him.

"Glad to see you again."

Clint snapped up his head upon hearing the strangely familiar voice, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

His eyes grew wide with disbelief and hatred at the sight of the man before him.

"Hayden?!"

"Yes, it's been such a long time. What a surprise to find you walking on your two feet again. So I see you're playing detective now huh, bet you thought you were so smart to find the slip of paper I deliberately left for you."

Clint felt his rational state of mind being sucked out of him. He repeatedly questioned himself, denying, then accepting, then yet again succumbing to disbelief, and finally being overwhelmed by guilt.

How could he have overlooked it? How could he have lived in the same dorm as a crazed killer who was obsessed with his girlfriend for two years and not suspect anything? How had he been so stupid and thought all along he was just a nerd who was maybe a little weird? He was lucky Hayden hadn't made a move on Natasha for all those years, if not he would have killed himself from all the guilt.

But now was different. If Hayden can have him captured and tied up and reduced to a helpless mess, Natasha was in great danger.

Speaking of great danger, Hayden picked up Clint's phone that was lying by a table on top of a pile of magazines.

He clicked on the message box and found the first recipient on the list - Natasha. He chuckled lowly and showed Clint the screen.

Clint panicked, Hayden was going to lure Natasha here, with his name.

"No! No!" Clint struggled yet again to break free from his retraints, as Hayden typed out the message with a sinister smirk on his face.

After pressing 'send', Hayden flung the phone onto the table and looked at Clint with crossed arms, the smirk still on his face.

Clint decided to buy some time and find out whatever he could from Hayden before Natasha came. Maybe he could find a way to talk Hayden out of this, or find a trump card to threaten him.

"Why did you kill all those girls?" He started slowly.

"I'm glad you asked. They all deserved to die. They are all monsters, sent from hell to torment me." Hayden replied with much hateful force.