You Kill in the Service of Killers
Summary: Avengers 2012 - Alt AU. Loki escaped his prison and the Chitari have overrun the city. Nat is now Loki’s hostage and forced to watch a mind-controlled Clint do the unthinkable to their friends. DARK FIC!!! SPOILERS..A lot of death…not our OTP, if that helps.
Be_compromised Halloween Trick or Treat Challenge: TRICK-Mind Control Whumptober 2025 Day 15: failed rescue attempt
AN: HI!!👋🏼I hope you all are well 🤗 Sorry I've been gone so long. I took a little break that lasted longer than expected. All good here.
Enjoy some fictional violence 😁
Excerpt:
The Heli-carrier sat atop the rubble of the demolished Stark Tower in triumph. Chitari ships landed in major cities, throwing governments into chaos.
The world cried out for the Avengers.
Natasha stood helpless in the large, Hulk-proof chamber watching the man she trusted most pick up a murdered Phil Coulson and toss his body onto a pile of dead SHIELD guards like trash.
Loki broke off the tip of his spear and touched it to the space cube, extending his other hand. His dutiful servant placed an arrow shaft in his palm. He attached the tip and handed it back, asking, "the others?"
Clint stowed the powerful arrow into his quiver.
"Covered. Once I disable Stark, the rest will crumble, sir."
Loki's expression became dark, his upper lip curling.
"Master," Clint quickly corrected, "you will watch Stark and the Avengers die, master."
"Good," he turned to Natasha, eyes filled with hate, "one of many things for my viewing pleasure tonight. Someone needs to learn a lesson."
She ignored the veiled threat, keeping her focus on Clint, hoping to break through the mind control.
"No arrow will harm the Hulk, you know that." She directed the statement towards her partner.
"I know," was all he said, not bothering to give her glance, attaching vials of a strange green liquid to more arrows.
The stubble across his gaunt cheeks and heavy bags under his eyes worried her. It looked as if Clint hadn't slept or eaten in days.
"Come back to me, Hawk" Natasha whispered in Russian.
He looked over this time, responding in Russian, bright blue eyes roaming her body, "as soon as we're done, my love."
Her heart sank. He never called her that.
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