Clint POV
"Where's the flash drive?" He asked for the second time.
This guy was a horrible interrogator. They should've just stuck with the guy from the train.
"Why?" I grinned.
My lip cracked again and I licked away the blood.
"You really are stupid, aren't you Barton?" A different voice remarked.
"No," I smirked.
"You do realize you've been here for two weeks?"
I nodded and tried not to wince at the pain that flared up from my leg.
"Go get the Winter Soldier."
I sighed and cut my eyes towards the knife still in my leg.
"It would be easier if you just answered," the man in the corner mused.
"I'm sure it would. But I do have a moral compass."
I shifted slightly and bit my lip as my the pain flared again. The man from the train came in and I sighed.
"Look, it's Mr. Threat Happy," I muttered.
"Flash drive. Where is it?" He asked.
"I'm not at liberty to say."
He pulled the knife out of my leg and slammed it into the chair between my legs.
"Thanks, that feels so much better not in my bone."
A smile tugged at the other man's lips. First emotion I've seen on him.
"As for the flash drive, I don't have it."
"Where is it?" He asked.
"Why would I te-"
He kicked the chair over and I grunted as I hit the floor.
"For a second I thought we were bonding," I muttered.
He righted the chair and I sighed.
"Where. Is. It?"
"I'm not going to tell you."
He nodded slightly and glanced back towards the man watching from the corner. His eyes scanned me for a second before he broke my arm. I yelled out and tried not to black out.
"That. Hurt," I gasped.
"Where is it? What was on it?"
"You know-"
"I'll break your fingers."
"Well shit! I told you I didn't have it! It's probably already made it's way to shield," I snapped.
"What was on it?"
"I don't know," I lied.
He nodded and glanced back again.
"Who had the flash drive?"
Natasha. I swallowed. I couldn't tell them that. I shook my head and clenched my teeth.
"I'll never tell you that. Never," I said seriously.
"We'll see about that, Barton. Have at it," the man in the corner said before walking out and closing the door behind him.
"So, I feel like this is going to be painful."
"Is it?" I asked.
The man pulled a gun out of a holster on his thigh. I swallowed. Don't tell them Natasha had it. Don't.
"I'm going to ask one more time, who had the flash drive?"
"You can't kill me. You still need to know," I said quickly.
He paused. The gun was lowered from my head and I breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Tell me what was on the flash drive."
I rolled my eyes.
"Just your plans to take over the world."
The gun fired.
I couldn't breathe. I glanced down to see blood coating the right side of my chest.
"Who had the flash drive? And what is actually on it?"
I shook my head and tried to calm down. They still needed me alive.
I was choking on blood. I made myself spit and smirked slightly when the blood splattered on the man's clothes.
"Told you I wasn't going to tell."
The man laughed flatly and I screamed as he put pressure on the bullet wound.
I bit my lip and held back another scream. His eyes narrowed and I couldn't help the scream that passed my lips as he shoved his thumb inside the hole.
"Stop, please," I gasped.
I nearly screamed as he twisted his thumb slightly.
"Please stop," I gasped.
"Tell me who!"
"No!"
He fired another shot into my stomach. I grunted and bit my lip to stop the scream.
"Napier!" I lied.
"Napier had the flash drive! I don't know what's on it!"
He pulled away and I gasped for air, choking once again on my blood.
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know."
He nodded and his hand rose. I passed out before his hand reached my face.
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I woke up to find bandages around my chest, stomach, and leg. The man was in the corner. Winter Soldier, why did that ring a bell?
"Why?" I asked.
"Cause they need soldiers fit, Agent Barton."
"What?"
"You're going to help us."
"Like Hell I am!"
"You are. Just you wait and see."
