The Right Side of The Tracks

•Chapter 7•

After the whole breakdown, Clint and Pietro sat down and tried to come up with a plan.

"But I liked my pl-".

"No. We are not doing that."

"But Clint...." Pietro begged.

"No Pietro. I am not letting you get hurt," Clint said. Pietro huffed in frustration.

"Clint, we're doing this plan! It's the only reasonable plan we have, and I don't care if I get hurt!" Pietro snapped. His once bright blue eyes were now a dark blue, making him seem threatening.

"But I do, you idiot! Don't you see?" Clint started. "We're your family! We can't lose you, Piet."

Pietro sighed. "Perhaps you're right," he said.

That night, as Clint fell asleep, his arms around Pietro, the Sokovian hatched a plan;

His plan.

•••

When Clint woke up, he expected to see his boyfriend, but he didn't.

"Pietro?" He asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Sure enough, Pietro wasn't there. His side of the bed was made, and his jacket wasn't on the hook.

'Where the hell is he?' Clint thought to himself, as he put on some clothes. He was going to ask the hotel employees if they had seen Pietro leave.

"We haven't seen anyone that fits your description, Mr. Barton," one of the hotel maids answered.

'Where the fuck could he had gone?' Clint muttered to himself, reaching for his phone to call Tony.

"Hellllo?" Tony answered.

"Hey, it's Clint. I, um....I have a problem," Clint said, putting the phone on speaker.

"What happened?" Tony asked, whispering because he was trying not to wake Steve up. They were in bed together, attempting to watch a movie, but Steve fell asleep.

"Pietro just...disappeared!" Clint exclaimed, getting a 'shh' from Tony.

"How the hell...? Weren't you with him the whole time?" Tony asked.

"I was sleeping!" Clint argued, leaning against the wall and sighing.

"Huh. The tracker I installed on his phone is showing up in an alleyway. What the hell would he be doing there?".

"Shit! I gotta go, text you later!" Clint yelled, before hanging up and running out of the hotel, not bothering to answer any of the employees where he was going.

•••

"Who the fuck are you?!" Pietro asked, cornered in the alleyway.

The masked man in front of him had a knife dangling from his fingertips. Underneath his mask, a smile flickered on his lips. A sinister smile.

"Oh, just your worst nightmare~" He answered, chuckling and grabbing Pietro's hands. He pinned them behind his back and shoved him into a wall.

"L- let me go!" Pietro screamed, before getting stabbed in the arm. He bit his lip to keep from screaming.

"Shut up, and maybe I won't hurt you!" the man answered, as he dragged Pietro to a car.

Once they were in, the man drove away, leaving behind a trail of Pietro's blood.

•••

"Okay, this doesn't seem right..". Clint stood in the alleyway that Pietro was apparently in.

Nobody was there.

Clint looked around, only to find nothing.

It wasn't until he looked closer that he saw Pietro's phone.....

And a trail of blood.

×××sorry it took me forever to type this up. school has been a pain. but anyways, here's the chapter! hope you enjoyed.