I'll fight for you (Clintasha)✔️

☆☾20☽☆ The last straw

Hayden was coming at Natasha, boiling with rage at her retaliation.

But all that was in her mind was Clint. There was no time to mollycoddle Hayden and slowly rationalize with him, Clint's life was at stake and saving him was all that mattered.

Hayden clasped his hands together, ready to bring them down like a hammer at Natasha but she rolled away in time and he hit the couch instead.

Natasha landed on the floor and desperately tried to scramble away to a corner. But with her hands and legs tied, all she could do was inch across the floor like a worm while Hayden continued to advance towards her.

Natasha's heart was thumping hard against her chest in fear, and worry, as her eyes frequently flitted over to Clint's motionless form and the pool of blood forming around him.

It must have been the instinct for survival, or the desperation that washed over her in waves, but with lightning fast reflexes, Natasha swept her tied-up legs across the floor at Hayden's legs when he was near enough, effectively tripping and throwing him off his feet.

Losing his balance, Hayden fell forward, right at the table top which met with his forehead with a sickening thud.

Natasha watched her attacker slump to the floor like a harmless, lifeless rag doll, a gigantic red bruise forming on the part of his forehead which bore the brunt of the impact.

She waited a few moments more, her heart teetering on the edge, afraid he would suddenly come to.

But when five minutes passed and he remained unmoving, Natasha was sure he was out like a light, for the time being at least.

She transferred her focus to Clint, then to the ropes around her legs.

Her eyes scoured the room for anything that could release her from her restraints.

While sweeping her surroundings, something glinted in her field of vision.

The knife that Clint was stabbed with.

Even though the thought of using the weapon that so brutally hurt Clint unnerved her, Natasha knew there wasn't a choice.

And so she slowly slid towards it, using her feet to push her forward.

When the knife was within reach, she rotated herself so her tied-up hands could get to work with cutting through the ropes.

Ignoring the sticky liquid that soaked her hands and disregarding the fact that it was in fact Clint's blood, her nimble fingers gripped onto the blade and began moving it repetitively back and forth against the ropes.

The blade cut her fingers and her wrists, her blood mixing with Clint's, but Natasha didn't stop. She gritted her teeth against the pain shooting up her arm and persevered till the ropes pulled apart.

Then with her tired and bloody hands, she used the knife to cut through the ropes binding her legs.

Once she was completely free, she made a dash over to Clint.

"Clint! Clint, stay with me! Please hold on!" She cried in a heightened and anxious whisper, gently patting his cheek in hopes of waking him up.

How could she get him out? She couldn't possible carry him all the way down the building.

That's when a thought came to her mind - S.H.I.E.L.D!

Natasha jumped up and began frantically searching the place for Clint's phone, overturning things and rummaging through piles of items that littered the room.

Finally, she found his phone under a magazine on the table at the other side of the room.

She hastily grabbed it and began scrolling though Clint's contacts list.

She stopped at a familiar name, a reliable person she knew would definitely know what to do. And so she hit the call button and waited impatiently for the call to be answered.

Relief settled upon her for a brief moment when a beeping sound was heard, indicating the call had gotten through.

With a shaky voice, she cried into the phone.

"Phil! Help!"

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