A while after the shooting, and helping people with Andrew Lucus had slipped away just for a brief moment to take care of something. He had a suspicion on who did the shooting, especially after hearing tidbits of stolen conversation. Fingers clench tightly as he approaches the women, gray eyes narrowed at the target. “Excuse me miss. I think you and I should have a talk.” He didn’t let her answer, reaching out he grabs her arm swiftly, squeezing it hard to make sure she understood he wasn’t fucking around here.
Dressed in his nicest button down and slacks he approaches the bar 5:50 sharp, making sure to get there early this time. It wasn’t something he did normally but this time he was willing to make a change. He was looking sharp and ready to roll, nothing could possibly go wrong tonight. Getting a seat at the Bar he waits for his date, finger's tapping on the Barstool he hopes he was reading everything right. Needing something to do as he waits for the mystery girl he pops a couple of mints in his mouth. Chewing them anxiously he looks around hoping he wasn’t going to get ditched tonight. Flipping his phone out he debates texting the girl, wondering if she needed to push back the time or anything.
Just as he was starting to type a message, golden hair catches his peripheral vision. Looking up his eyes laid on the Angel he met today. Her dress flowing delicately around her body, hair perfectly styled and the most beautiful smile he’s seen. quickly getting up he approaches her, ignoring the looks the other bar patrons were giving her, he smiles brightly at her.
“Mystory women, It’s good to see you. And you look absolutely stunning tonight. I mean you always do, but man. Your killing it.” Another dopey smile pushes at his lips, a soft sigh of happiness. Man, he was a lucky man, he got a date with this beautiful women.
Summary: This chatzy is about what happened after Clint and Yelena’s wonderful date, he wakes up after tied to a chair and looks up to see his little crush, Yelena. Slowly it’s revealed that everything he knew about her was a lie, She’d only seen him as a target, Crushed Clint suffers through and interrogation with a broken heart.
Featuring: @thebetterblackwidow
Bonus people mentioned: Natasha romanoff
Tw: torture, violence, mild gore, blood
Clint: The room was foggy, and spun around him. like he was on a swaying ship, waves crashing into the boat, leaving him in a confused state. He sways a little trying to get his bearings, eyes squinting he struggles to see what's in front of him. "What happened?" His voice slurring, as his vision clears slowly. He finally see's the women's face he was on a date with, trying to reach up to talk to her he freezes. His hands won't move, now that he thinks of it his whole body isn't able to move. Looking down he see's duck tape covering him, trapping him to the chair. Panic screams at his mind, finally comprehending the reason behind the confusion. "Yelena, are you ok? You need to get out of here, if you leave quick enough they won't get you. Assholes getting us while we were asleep." He hisses, eyes sharpening as he takes in his environment. His eyebrows narrow, the environment looking strangely like his own apartment. "What-" He didn't get it why would the environment he was captured in be his own apartment, what the fuck was going on?
Yelena: Setting the room up was child's play once Barton was out. Getting him out of the bed, into a chair, securing him to a chair with his own duct tape, it was all too simple. It was all so easy after he had brought her up to his apartment. It was an extremely unnatural amount of trust, one he shouldn't have shown in a complete stranger but... well, it's so easy to trick someone into doing so, apparently. A few smiles, a pretty face, apparently that's all she needed to get in. So here he is, starting to stir in his spot on the chair, and here she is, settled on a chair directly opposite him, twirling one of his own kitchen knives in her hand, her knees crossed over very carefully. She was back in her dress - she imagines after she has what she wants she'll be making a quick exit - and her hair is still loose, flowing over her shoulders as she smiles at him. "Oh it's sweet of you to worry about me darling, but I think you'll find I'm completely safe."
Clint: "What do you mean." Finally, he's understanding the situation, his date wasn't even tied up in a chair. She was just standing in front of him, even smirking at him. He could feel his heart-shattering in his chest, the sharp shraples of his heart cutting deep in his chest. But he couldn't believe that she did this, even if all his shield training is screaming at him that he'd been betrayed. Licking his lips he looks up at the girl's eyes desperately looking for a clue it was all a lie, please let it be a lie. "w-what's going on?"
Yelena: "I have to thank you, actually." Yelena chuckles softly, watching Clint's face as the reality of it all sets in. She can almost see it in his eyes, the realization that she was not what he thought she was. She can see the illusion shattering in front of him, reality settling in. "You made it so so easy, finding my way into your life so I can get what I need from you."
Clint: He closes his eyes for a moment, letting the fear and the rage out of his mind. At this moment he can't be Clint Barton anymore, no matter how personal it was, he couldn't react to this like it was. Now he has to be Hawkeye. Releasing a breath slowly he looks up at her, eyes cooling as he takes control of himself. Fists clench tightly already wiggling slightly as he keeps his face looking at hers. Trying to keep her attention averted as he figures out an escape. "And what is that? A good lay? Some drinks?" His tone was easy going and soft, but the same cool look remained in his eyes. He couldn't take any chances, she was an unknown element.
Yelena: Reality finally settles in and Yelena can see the change in his eyes. It's unfortunately - it will make it difficult to get information out of him, but she has the advantage. "I would stop that wriggling, my dear. You won't find your way out of those bonds. Yelena leaves the knife on the arm of her chair as she pushes herself up carefully, stepping over to the chair and smirking down at him. "You are an interesting man, Clint Barton. How many secrets are in that mind of yours?" She tips his chin up gently with a single finger, nail digging into his skin. "You're going to share some of those secrets - specifically, about one of your dear friends." She almost spits the word 'friend', as if Natalia would befriend anyone without wanting something from them.
Clint: Pausing his moment in his hands he narrows his eyes at the women. He leans back, trying to bide his time and staying sharp. With his hands tied he couldn't even shoot or throw anything like this, yet. "Awe wouldn't you like to know, sorry hun I'm a little dumb nothing really up there!" He let's out a laugh, it even sounded real, as if he was talking to a pal about the game last night. He winces, chin pushed up with her delicate yet lethal. Shaking his head to try to get her to stop touching him he glares. "you think I'd betray any of the avengers? You're out of your mind, Like I'd do that for you." He hisses, voice betraying his anger.
Yelena: Eyeing him for a moment, Yelena notes his movements, his masked frustration. He's doing his best to keep his emotions under control, keep himself in a state where he can hold it together, but he's betraying himself already. "My dear little bird..." Her touch turns immediately, her hand drawing away only for her to strike his face, her knuckles coming into contact with his jaw with enough force to bruise - but not to break. She needs him to be able to speak. "The night is young. You won't grant me this one little favor?" She grins and drags her nails over the spot on his jaw where she'd struck him. "And here I'd thought you'd been quite fond of me, eager to help."
Clint: "I'm not your anything." His tone sharp as he interjects, she lost that right when she'd decided he became her target. He was always her fucking target, fuck. "So what sick operation you running-" The punch was quick, and his head turns from the force of it. Letting out a soft groan as his Jaw aches he turns back to the girl, and only offers a smile. "Fuck you." He doesn't offer her much else, refusing to hand anything over to the little vixen. The sharp nails feel like dagger dragging against his abused skin. "When I thought you were an angel, now I know you're just a wolf in sheep's clothing."
Yelena: "Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" She hits him again, precise as always, striking the same point of his jaw. Smirking, she turns away, steps back to pick up the knife she'd left a moment ago. "Natasha Romanoff." She almost wrinkles her name in disgust - in betrayal. The woman who betrayed her country, cast her name aside for this - bastardized, American version, it's insulting to everything they are. Their country gave them such opportunity and she cast it all aside. Yelena wonders if the man before her was the cause of Romanova's betrayal, but it must have been deeper than one man. "Where is she."
Clint: The hit makes him see stars, jerked back he blinks trying to shake off the pain. Once he regains his balance he sits up again, not wanting to keep his eyes off of his enemy. Brown orbs watch her carefully waiting for any weaknesses, not even blinking when she brings over a knife. Lucky for her, he's been through this training before, torture didn't make him blink. At least she wasn't going to dislocate his fingers first. Those were a bitch to realign. "Nat? What? Do you even know me? That's my best friend no way." It was obvious the girl had some sort of reason she needed this information, but for what. That's what he needs to find out, stick in long enough to get his own personal information. "Maybe she's at the spa? Women needs her relaxation, ohh the ones in Thailand are really nice!"
Yelena: He has a smart mouth, Yelena had figured that out quickly, and clearly that doesn't change in the face of danger. Unfortunately, between that and his training, it will make it hard to get the information, but Yelena can be patient. She's learned, since the last time she encountered Natalia, how to be patient, act on logic, not anger. "You must think so. She is good at playing her role - almost as good as I am." Never as good, though. Never. Natalia was the failure, Yelena will always know that. "You are lucky I am kind enough not to scar your pretty face, darling." She tells him, a sense of amusement in her voice as she presses the tip of the knife into his shoulder, twisting it around and around to borrow the tip into his skin. "Where is she, Clint." She asks again, keeping the pressure on the knife.
Clint: "Her role? What do you mean..Wait." His eyes widen in realization realizing that she was talking about the red room. Or something about her being a double agent often, whatever the reason he's still not going to talk. "Sure whatever you say, lady." The threat of the knife doesn't scare him, he's had worse. Hell, he's done worse himself. "Awe you think I'm pretty. Maybe after this, we can still have something. The magic hasn't died yet." The knife bites into his shoulder, he could feel how deep it was barely the tip. The twist was the worst, skin screaming at him he winces. Oh, she knew what she was doing how cute. "She might be in Florida? It's pretty nice there honestly, pretty beaches. Hot babes."
Yelena: It's amusing, watching him try and put the pieces together and only reach half-way. He doesn't know about Yelena - he never will, never needs to know then what she's allowing him to know. Once she has what she needs, he'll never see her again. She lifts the knife away for a moment, giving him a brief second of relief before she repeats the same motion at another point, a couple of inches below the first that's already dripping blood. "This is not going to stop, Clint." She lifts the knife again, repeating again, at another point by the first two, watching him attempt to resist the pain. "I have unfinished business with Natalia, and you are going to tell me where she is."
Clint: He lets out a deep breath, sucking in several breaths as he tries to calm down. It was a nice break from the stabbing, he was about to make some stupid remark when she stabs him again. Only allowing a groan slips through his lips, he'd never give her a scream. He still had his pride. "Really? I'm getting bored I could fall asleep to this. You doing anything?" He lets out a laugh leaning back in the chair. "Really did she sleep with you and interrogate you too? No sympathy here."
Yelena: Yelena carefully keeps her expression cold, blank. Rather than removing lifting the knife away again, she begins to move it - connecting the three dots together with painstakingly slow movements, the knife dragging rather than a clean slice through his skin. "It's almost cute, that smart mouth of yours, darling." She draws the knife out of his skin and taps the flat side of the blade against his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood on his skin. He does not need to know why she's doing this - why she's seeking out Natalia. That is her business, and he never needs to be part of it beyond his usefulness right here. "This is not a game, Clinton. I will be here all night, and all day if need be until you give me what I want."
Clint: Gripping onto the chair handles his breathing picks up, chest heaving, obviously in pain. He clenches his teeth refusing to make any sounds, it was just a fucking cut. He can handle this. Child's play. "Still such a flatter even when I look like this. I didn't even brush my teeth yet." Eyebrows narrow at the sharp cut, hissing out of pain he glares at the women. "Guess you really do like me? 2ed date already? I think this is coming on a little too strong." Wincing he leans forward, humor dropping from his face. "Let me tell you how this is going to actually work. Nothing you want will come out of me. I won't betray my best friend for anything."
Yelena: A flash of anger hits her, brief but strong and her forehead creased into a brief frown. She brings the knife away from his cheek and hits him again, the other jaw this time, and this one was close to breaking something but his jaw holds, it's almost impressive. "You are a fool, Clint Barton." She raises her hand, digging her nails into the holes she'd burrowed into his shoulder, letting her nails widen the wounds without mercy. "She does not care for you. The Black Widows are trained to operate on logic, not emotion." She yanks her nails out of his wounds and drags them over his throat, leaving trails of blood on his skin as he goes. "Tell me -" A sound at the door catches her attention and Yelena stands upright, raising the knife. She hears an odd snuffling sound, sniffing and whining and the damn dog is trying to get into the room. He must've heard Barton's voice. "<Shit.> " She murmurs in Russian under her breath as she gathers her things, careful to tuck the knife away in her bag, sure not to leave evidence. "Count yourself lucky, my little bird." She leans in for a harsh, biting kiss, fingers pressing on the wounds on his shoulder as she leans over him. "I will find her."
Clint: He couldn't keep the sound in this time, a small yelp claws it's way out of his lips. His jaw feeling like he ran himself into a wall, the stinging hurts makes him wish he could get an ice pack right about now. Tasting iron, blood pools in his mouth a nasty taste really. He spits it out panting heavily, looking over at her he smiles again. Showing off his bloody teeth. "It's a family trait." He retorts hissing loudly as her dirty nails dig into his already wounded shoulder. "Black widows? You know? you're a black widow? Why would you do this? What the fuck is your goal." He hisses out, eyes brightening in anger, his friend could be in danger, he couldn't let this go. Lips tightening he feels his own blood wiped across his neck, another disgusted feeling. He closes his eyes ready for the next hit when he hears it- Lucky. The yelp must have finally gotten his dogs attention. He smirks, knowing by this rate soon someone is going to come in and ask what's wrong. Checkmate. "Oh, I do. Till we meet again and all the stupid bull." The press of lips surprises him, he closes his eyes leaning into it, the aches of betrayal hunting him. He couldn't help the weak broken sound slipping from his lips again, hoping the kiss could at least muffle his shame. "Over my dead body. Fuck you."
Yelena: Yelena flashes him a grin as she pulls away, more than aware that he enjoyed that kiss far too much, considering where it came from. She played him like a fiddle, and he didn't resist at all - in a way, she's not sure he is even now, besides not speaking the words she wants to hear. "My goal is not your concern, and it does look like we're out of time." She pauses for a moment, considering her best course of action, before easing his hearing aids out of his ears and slipping them into her purse as well, speaking very clearly for him to be able to read. "I do hope you find a way out of your restraints, darling." And with that she straightens up, steps around him - trailing her fingers over his shoulder as she goes - and makes her way to the window so she can use the fire escape to make her way out.
Clint: "awe so soon?" Clint snarks, glaring at the women with all the anger he can muster. He was waiting for her to leave when she reaches over. His breath catches in his throat, the worst thing that can happen was, and he couldn't do anything but watch it happen in slow motion. He jerks backward trying to resist the hands reaching to his most vulnerable, a flash of actual fear flashes before he shoves it down. The buzz of noise sinks away from his hear’s, almost leaving the sound of nothing. At this moment he's full of rage, wanting nothing more than to scream at her, how dare she. He huffs out when she touches him again, wanting to squirm away from the warm. Not even breathing till he watches her slip out the window. Closing his eyes shut he sighs, he guesses this is the price of never quitting hawkeye. Slamming his back against the chair he uses his weight to throw himself down, needing to get out of the damn chair. Finally able to land on the ground he lets out another groan. Shoulder protesting against the harsh force. He throws his body weight again, managing to topple himself to the side, arrows scattered all over his messy floor like usual was his blessing. Using his body weight he's able to scoot his duck taped arm to the sharp arrowhead, working it til the tape snaps. With an arm free the rest is easy, fuck. Who the fuck was the other black widow?
