Clintasha One Shots

My Clint Is Gone

AN: It's Sam from the future! Hey! I uploaded this part years ago, and I have to say, my more recent one shots are much better and worth reading, so I would recommend reading those instead :)

Natasha's POV

I perch on the edge of the sofa in the living room, eating a bowl of cereals that are sitting in my lap. I flick on the tv and on pops the news. I hate the news, always so depressing, so I reach to turn over onto another channel when I hear the news reporter say his name. Clint. Clint Barton. I hear the words she spoke in my mind again. "Agent Clint Barton has been reported lost in action." I drop my spoon loudly into the bowl. Milk splashes over the sofa and over me. I dump the bowl on the coffee table and run into the kitchen. I see Steve making some coffee, whilst Bruce is sitting at the table reading from his I Pad. I see his green and purple I Pad case vividly, I laugh inwardly. I look at Steve, he is bent over his coffee, stirring it with his spoon. He lifts out the spoon from the murky coloured water and put it into the dish washer. They seem so calm, like they have no idea. "Clint-" was all I could manage, until I collapse onto the white tiled floor, making Steve and Bruce come over immediately.

Clint's POV

My head pounds as I sit up. I look around the dark room, all I can see is a metal sink and toilet. I try to stand up, but my legs are being weighed down by weights. I sink back to the hard floor. Where was I? I close my eyes for a minute, the memories come flooding back. Falling. Slowly. Being saved by who I thought was a friend. Then realising he had captured me. Tortured me. I think of Natasha, her flaming red hair, her wicked smile, her stunning eyes. Tears start to form, and I sniff loudly trying to hold them back. I have to get out.

Natasha's POV

Steve cradles me in his muscly arms, whilst Bruce sits in front of me, his hand on my shaking shoulder. They haven't asked yet. Maybe they want to keep me calm. I feel the tears roll down my cheeks. It becomes awkward, until J.A.R.V.I.S speaks. "Agent Coulson is on the line, I will put him through." Jarvis stops talking, then the phone rang. Bruce picks it up and said "Hi." To Coulson. I could hear Coulson's voice coming from the phone, Bruce's face fell. He put the phone back. I hate it when people gave me sympathy, but when Bruce gives me a look of pity, I don't mind one bit. I just want to crawl up into a hole and die. Steve stands up and he and Bruce talk over what has happened. We need to find him.

Clint's POV

I wrap my arms round my legs for a few minutes, those minutes turn into an hour. I walk over to the sink, it's hard as it is so damn dark, and the weights are so heavy on my legs, but being strong I mange them. I loose my footing and fall on the ground. I get up and walk to the sink, I can just make out my reflection in the mirror above it hanging from the black wall. I look awful, blood is in my hair and on my face. Sweat has made my hair stand on ends. My eyes are red with crying. I wash my face quickly, if I'm going to be tortured again I need to look strong. I feel around for the cut on my shoulder, it is deep, where they sliced me. I throw on some water to clean it. Next to the toilet is some tissue. So I wrap toilet tissue round my shoulder. It stings, but I need to make sure that it doesn't get infected, that would be another way to die here. Somewhere a door opens and in walks some men in suits, and the man that rescued me, they are holding a screen and a chair with straps.

Natasha's POV

By now everyone knows what is happening, we thought it would be best to stay down in the work shop, as there is room for all of us there. I can't hear myself think, everyone is talking about what we should do. "We need to get S.H.I.E.L.D to fly over some helicopters, they need to scan New Mexico. He can't have gone far." Tony suggested. "No. Clint must have been captured, he wouldn't get lost." Thor said, his voice made me jump, it is so deep and velvet like. If only Clint had his voice. "So are we saying he has been captured?" Steve enquired, he looks confused, his eyebrows are scrunched up. "Yes I think that seems like the most likely possibility. Whoever has got him must be doing this for a reason, I mean, why would they just take him?" Bruce said wisely, Tony nods in agreement. No one seems to notice me. The plan was settled when Fury, Hill and Coulson arrived. We would wait for the attackers to come to us. It doesn't make much sense to me. But I have to agree. I just want him home, I have nearly lost him before, I never want to loose him again. I told him not to go on is mission, but he said he needed to get out, it was the only way to get Loki out of his head. I remember him handing me he arrow necklace the day he left, saying he loved me more than anything, and that he would give up the world for me. I felt bad for not saying I loved him too. It was probably my last chance.