Bounded

Chapter 11

"Corridor 24Q, Cell 57V."

The words and numbers were still ringing in my head, as Clint was pulling me hurriedly towards the end of the corridor.

"What were those numbers?" I found myself thinking out loud.

"What are you talking about?" Clint snapped at me, opening the corridor's entry door. He obviously was very angry, though I couldn't quite understand why. Was he possibly scared at the fact that I had gone talking to Loki all alone?

'Why would he care anyways!' I thought.

I noticed his question was rhetorical, since he didn't really care for the answer, already muttering about something else. Well, I wasn't going to remind him. I could feel that the information was only meant for my ears.

Loki had talked to me. But why? And what secrets could possibly be behind this location?

I tried figuring it out, remembering he said the number of a cell..."So it must be in some kind of prison..." I murmured to myself.

I was still thinking about it when I realized Clint had come to a halt. I almost bumped into him, surprised.

We were back in the cosy room, with the sofas and all, where Nat, Clint and I liked to sit down to have a relaxed little chat. But I could see on Hawkeye's face that it wasn't going to be like that this time.

He sat me down on the sofa, but he stayed up, standing in front of me with his arms folded over his chest.

"What were you talking about with Loki?" There was a pause, and as I didn't answer, he continued: "Why were you out of your room at not even 4AM in the morning and storming onto Maria?" He asked, looking at me disapprovingly.

"None of your business." I snapped back. He glared down upon me, and for the first time in a while, I realized he had wrinkles on his aged face, and I remembered he was a father, and that he was surely twice my age.

"Lythia. Please. You don't understand how important this is. We only want to protect you, we only want what's best for you."

As I was fixated on his face, I also realized how tense his eyebrows were, and how his eyes were pleading, tired and stressed out. Before I could realize it, I found myself pitying him: This man that obviously worked too hard and seemed to have so many responsibilities and worries weighing down on his shoulders, was now chasing around for me.

"Clint. You're not my father. And if you think I'll tell you anything...well, you're just dreaming."

I immediately regretted it as I saw his half-torn half-shocked face.

"Look...Nothing important happened back there...He was just trying to get information out of me I guess. I'm glad you came by, I was starting to feel weak and stressed out, he was scaring me...I won't go back. I promise..."

Lying, as I found, was a horridly easy thing to do. I realized that the only way I was going to get out of this mess, and so that Clint would stop asking me questions, was for me to act like a victim, like an extremely scared child. I knew Clint's weaknesses, so I was certain he would immediately stop questioning me and comfort me, even if I was already a young adult of 22. But having known me for so long, he still saw me as I child, and that was, for now, working on my advantage.

I twisted my face in a scared puppy like way and faked watery eyes. As I expected, Clint immediately stopped in his course of thinking and cradled me in his arms.

The situation was somewhat embarrassing, and guilt turned my stomach. But it had worked, and now, I was going to be able to slip out until morning. I clutched one of his arms and held it tight. At that moment, I knew that Clint was actually the closet person to a father that I ever had, and I was thankful to have him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I trust you, and if there was anything important that I should have known, you would have told me. Am I right?"

I froze as he said the words and almost cried. I turned my face towards him and gave him a small fake smile, as I said, with difficulty in a tightened voice: "Of course".

He smiled warmly back and parted away from me, standing up again. "Well, I guess you should go back to your room and get some sleep. I'll tell Fury that it's all sorted out, and that nothing happened."

I nodded, and he walked out of the room, leaving me all alone on the sofa.

Author's note:

I'm sorry guys! I know this chapter is really small!

Things are a little bit confused right now with Clint, and this part was really hard to write! I didn't know what to do! My inspiration was at the lowest, so again: "Milles excuses!".

But I promise, next chapter will have a lot more things happening in it (and be more interesting)!

So yeah...Lythia is starting to be a liar! And to poor Clint! But it's only the beginning of the lies and secrets! But don't worry, it won't be only that. Things are going to get faster, and more action will be taking place. No more 'poor little confused' Lythia! She'll get strong and really angry!

So brace yourselves, and see you soon!

Elianki