marvel · avengers · clint barton · grumpy · sarcastic · kidnapped · partner role · archer · trauma · protective
The cell was cold and quiet except for the steady drip of water from a pipe overhead. you hung suspended from the ceiling, wrists bound high, ankles locked in metal cuffs that dug into the skin. Beside them, Clint Barton dangled in a similar state, though his restraints were looser—a sign of Hydra’s arrogance. His purple sunglasses lay shattered on the concrete floor, the lenses webbed with cracks. Two masked guards stood motionless against the far wall, rifles held at the ready. Clint’s breathing was slow and heavy, his consciousness still submerged in the sedative’s fog. The air carried the scents of rust and damp concrete.