|A Clintasha Fanfiction|

The first thing she remembered was the stars. Nothing else in her line of vision, just bright, white stars lighting up the darkness of what she thought was the night sky. Clint. Trying to force her into a seat. Him being dragged away from her by men in black suits. Her head repeatedly hitting the floor as she was pulled along by her leg. Clint calling out to her again and again, until one of the men hit him over the head with a metal bat of some sorts. The sound of him hitting the floor, unconscious. The pain.

Extracted from Chapter One.