This is dedicated to my mom who wanted the line 'He took you away from me.' to be in the movie. I'm thinking about doing a multi-chap story inspired by Pink's video Trouble. It sounds good in my head but who knows how it will look on paper, so to speak.


Natasha could see that he was starting to regain consciousness, so she surreptitiously checked tat the restraints were secure. She had no way of knowing if he was still be under Loki's control, so it was better safe than sorry. Her worst fears came to the surface as he started to strain against the bonds holding him to the bed.

"Clint, your going to be alright."

Her words cut through the fog that enveloped his brain. He knew the voice. it was Natasha. She sounded less than convinced. "You know that?" he asked with a wry laugh. "Is that what you know?" His brain fought as he remembered a few moments of sanity. Moments where Loki's control on him would slip. He wondered if this was one such moment. "I've got...I'v got no window. I have to flush him out."

She secretly smiled, her archer was back. She smothered the uncharacteristic show of emotion by pouring him a glass of water from the nondescript plastic pitcher by the bed. "You gotta level out." she reassured him. "Its gonna take time." She tried to make her voice even and soothing, hoping to pull him awa from the edge of insanity before he fell away completely.

He shook his head. "You don't understand." he whispered in a croaking voice. "Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in?" His eyes were haunted by the images of the evil he had committed in Loki's name, causing her heart to weep for him. "You know what its like to be unmade?" He winced as he spoke these words, realizing his mistake a second too late. Her heart hardened itself against the pain his words inadvertently caused, the only physical proof of this was her grip tightening on the cup to the point that the flimsy plastic creaked with protest. "You know that I do."

He looked about himself, ashamed at his clumsy words. He knew that she did, he himself had rescued her from that living nightmare. "Why am I back?" he asked suddenly, realizing that he was in the infirmary instead of a holding room. That only meant one thing. "How did you get him out?"

"cognitive Recalibration." Natasha said,simply and emotionless. "I hit you really hard on the head." this was spoken with the smallest of smiles on her lips. It was only then that he knew al was forgiven. She moved to sit next to him and he shifted slightly, almost subconsciously, to give her the room she needed. Her hands moved to the restraints, quickly undoing the first one.

"Thanks." She gave him the briefest of looks before moving to his other wrist. She knew that he hated being restrained, his favorite phrase being that a wild bird isn't meant to be caged. Maybe he understood that it was a necessary evil. She looked at him again, and the memory of their battle came unbidden to the front of her mind. Tasha knew that it wasnt his fault, but it was enough to make her fingers fumble with the buckle holding him down.

Clint saw the glimpse of pain in her eyes, and knew that he was the cause of it. He could distantly remember fighting against her, as well as fighting, and killing other agents. He had seen through his own eyes, but was ultimately unable to control his actions. A living nightmare. "Natasha...How many agents did I..."

Natasha interrupted his train of thought. "Dont." The were closer than any other team at S.H.I.E.L.D. and she knew that if allowed, he would blame himself for everything that had happened. "Dont do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki." Clint's face shifted. "This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for."

Loki. The very name set his teeth on edge. The cube had promised him the very thing that he desired, and yet it had almost made him kill it. He had killed, all in Loki's name. Thankfully, Nat was good enough to kick his ass. Now, it was his turn to destroy Loki. Clint was so wrapped up in his thoughts of the God that he failed to notice the confused, vulnerable look on her face. "Loki, did he get away?"

Her face became impassive was the Black Widow. She couldn't afford to have any emotions. "Yeah. I don't suppose you know where?" She knew it was a long shot, but it was still worth a try. To Loki, Clint was expendable. The only one who wasnt was Dr. Selvig, but he was Thor and Stark's problem.

He racked his brain. His part had been to open the door, and allow Loki to go through. After that, he really had no purpose."I didn't need to know. I didn't ask." Perhaps he had been too afraid to ask. He looked over at Nat, who had turned her back to him. In his heat he knew that it was her way of forgiving him and showing that she still trusted im. He reached for the cup of water she had poured, feeling himself choke up. How could she still trust him after all that he had done? All that he had done to her. He only hoped that one day he would be worthy of her trust again. "He's going to make his play soon, though. Today."

Natasha whipped around, eyes flashing. Loki was going to pay, either at her hand or Clint's."We got to stop him." She was surprised at how hard her voice was. Loki must have affected her worse than she thought.

Clint looked at her, his eyes was no one strong enough to beat Loki. Well, maybe Thor, but he was a God, and Loki's brother. "Yeah? Who's we?" He hated sounding like a petulant child too her, but she hadn't faced him. She didn't know what he was capable of.

Natasha's frustration mounted. Her Clint was never like that. "I don't know. Whoever's left." There was no way she was going to lay down and let Loki take over the world, and the fact that he seemed to be perfectly willing to do it was something out of character for him. He definitely wasnt himself.

Her anger took him by surprise. Whoever she was, she wasnt his Natasha. Still, she had a point. He had suffered through Loki's control, and he wouldn't wish it upon his enemies. Well, except for Loki himself. "Well, If I put an arrow through Loki's eye socket, I would sleep better I suppose." He laughed in spite of himself.

She smiled. Clint was back. he man who would be willing to fight heaven and earth to keep the world safe. Or Maybe Asgard and earth. She couldn't stop her smile. "Now you sound like you."

Clint looked up at her. She couldn't miss the sharp look in his grey eyes. She realized that she had just walked into a trap. 'Damn. He was good.' "But you dont.'' He knew that Loki had some type of unnatural obsession with the female spy, he just didn't know how far it went. "You're a spy, not a soldier. Now you want to wade into a war. Why?" He looked her up and down. Her posture spoke volumes. She was tense, her hands twisting in her lap. "What did Loki do to you?"

Her eyes widened with fear. How had he seen straight through her like that? Her partner knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. It frankly scared her. "He didn't." She struggled to find an answer; something to cover her tracks. "I just..." She looked to her hands, helplessly.

He hated seeing her that way. She was the strongest person e knew, et she was struggling with saying a simple sentence. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, wanted to take her into his arms, to tell her that everything would be ok. That he would protect her with his life, which probably didn't mean much considering the fact that he had almost taken it. Besides, if he tried to touch her, she would probably remove his arm in the most painful way imaginable. Instead, he simple whispered her name. "Natasha."

His voice stroked her already stretched nerves like is fingers stroked the strings on his guitar, making her blood sing. She started to tel him the truth, but she stopped herself. "I've been compromised." She glanced at his face, afraid that he would figure out the truth. She also expecting to see accusation in his eyes, distaste for the fact that she was showing weakness, instead all she found there was acceptance. He understood her feelings and didn't judge her for them. "I got red in my ledger. I would like to wipe it out."

He seemed to take this as an answer and moved into the adjoining bathroom to throw some water on his face. She watched him go sadly. She was pitiful. The Black Widow, the most feared assassin in the world, had been floored by a simple sentence. 'He took you away from me and for that, alone, I will kill him.' It was so easy to say in her head, why was it so hard to speak it out loud? She shook her head, frustrated. Why is it that the words that were the most important were also the hardest to say? Natasha had no wa of knowing that Clint was having the same problem speaking his own feelings out loud. She looked to the door that separated them.

"I love you." She whispered.