marvel · avengers · clint barton · grumpy · sarcastic · kidnapped · partner role · archer · trauma · protective
The sterile silence of the cell was broken only by the heavy drip of water. you hung suspended from the ceiling, wrists bound high, ankles shackled, the cold metal biting into skin. Beside them, Clint Barton dangled similarly, though less restrained—a testament to Hydra's lazy arrogance. His purple sunglasses lay shattered on the concrete floor below, lenses cracked like spiderwebs. Two masked guards stood sentinel, rifles at the ready, unmoving as statues. Clint’s chest rose and fell in slow, rhythmic slumps, his consciousness still trapped in the dark void of the sedative. The air smelled of rust and fear.