Natasha rescues Clint from a Tower - For Mint-Chocolategelato
Getting into the tower had been surprisingly easy. He'd really thought it would be much harder then it had been. It was getting out that was hard. Once he'd gotten to the Princess' chambers, he'd run into a bit of trouble. It turned out King Loki had set up a few... precautions, to keep his brother's betrothed from being easily taken out of the tower, and much to his grand distress, the doors all locked and stuck as soon as he'd gotten inside. Lady Jane was laid out on her bed, still dressed in her sleek pale ball gown, skin pale and hair in curls and ribbons. Just like she'd been the night Loki had abducted her. The whole room was cold, her lips a pale blue, and goosebumps raising on his arms under his thick cloak. When he touched her skin, it was like touching ice. For a while he tried to wake her, at first saying her name and lightly shaking her shoulder, and eventually grabbing her shoulders and jerking her upright. She slumped forward, held up by only his arms. In the end, he'd dragged her off the bed, and sat with her cradled in his lap, hoping that help would come. Surely someone would come for him when they realized he'd not returned. Two days passed, the cold seeping into his very bones, but he never so much as sniffled. There was no sense of being sick, and the only reasons he could find to be concerned was that Jane had not woken, and he had not eaten. He wasn't giving up hope that help would come, but it was getting harder to think it would. As the sun sunk down on the third day, and he was getting ready for another cold night curled on the floor, cradling the crown prince's beloved in hopes she'd wake, the door finally busted open. Weak from hunger, and shaky from the cold, Barton jerked, and nearly dropped the woman in his arms, as another woman strode in, looking for all the world like she owned the place. All fiery red and oozing power, Natasha pocketed her blades, and stormed across the room, heels clicking against the marble floor. He was ready for a lecture when she grew near, but all she did was drop down to her knees, and shove a loaded cross bow into his hand. "Let's go, Princess. We've got work to do." He had the decency to blush and narrow his eyes, as his fingers curled around the weapon, and he shifted his hold on Jane, struggling to his feet, and begrudgingly letting Natasha help him to his feet. She even took Jane's weight from him while he got himself situated. "I'm not a princess." Natasha arched a brow, and anyone who didn't know her well, would have missed the teasing curve of a smile on her lips as she turned away. "'Course not, M'Lady."