WARNING: sadness and maybe tears (Yavanna80 and RaevynBarton I'm sorry).

You and Clint had been captured. You were both on a mission, just the two of you, and somehow HYDRA had found and captured you. It was the first time you had both failed a mission and got captured by HYDRA. It was scary but being with Clint calmed you down partly. The two of you had been dating for 4 months, but the rest of the team could tell your bond was strong and that partner missions were perfect for you two. Now look where you are; in a dirty, smelly room with the man you love and HYDRA guards everywhere.

"Well, well, well. The infamous couple; Hawkeye and (Y/SH/N) (your superhero name). How is your relationship? Need any couple counselling? Plenty of time now, no better time like the present, hey" he chuckled before walking out of the room with a few guards, leaving 3 in with you two.

"I am so sorry (Y/N). It's all my fault" he looked down, hung his head in shame.

"No, no it's not babe, okay? It's no ones fault. We were as safe as can be. It wasn't even a HYDRA base we were storming, they found us. How would Tony know they would find us?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right"

"I always am" he lifted his head to see a cocky smile across your face. He wanted to kiss you then and there but was being restrained by chains. Cock blockers. (I wrote this at 2:40 am and thought I was hilarious, I'm not).

It had been 3 days since HYDRA found and captured you two. You had lived on rations, leftovers and barely any fluids. The both of you were still chained up on opposite sides of the room, it wasn't that big so you could reach him but not very well. Since the first day, neither of you had seen the man who first spoke to you. The guards had changed over twice everyday, and each day they seem to be different. It wasn't until the forth or so day when someone else, someone new, came in the room.

"How's our hospitality?" Was the first thing he said. You couldn't see what he was looking at, but he was fiddling with some tools of such.

"Absolute shit" Clint answered.

"My, your captain wouldn't like that now, would he?"

"Oh I'm sorry, you didn't see that coming?" The man just smirked and picked up something of the table. After choosing his tool, he starting walking over to you. The expression on Clint's face changed when he saw what was in the mans hand.

"No, no please don't hurt her"

"You think I would do such a thing?" He circled you.

"Yes, now back off!" Clint was getting angry.

"Why? When we can have some fun" he walked behind you and got out what he picked up off the table. A knife. He made patterns in the air before slowly lowering it towards you. Your eyes were close, your body prepping for the sudden impact. The man placed it right near your neck, the metal almost touching your skin.

"No!! Stop, please!! You can hurt me, beat me, kill me, tear me open and pull me apart, but please. Please, don't hurt her. I'm begging you." Clint pleaded, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Oh, how sweet," the man stopped and walked over to Clint. Now it was his turn to be scared, "you, of all people, would risk your life to save a worthless bitch, correct?"

"She's not worthl..." He was cut short by a knife through his stomach.

"Noooooo!" You screamed.

"Ahh" he sighed while slowly, but painfully pulled the knife out of Clint's body.

"WHY? WHY ARE YOU SO...SO HORRIBLE?!"

"Because I am dear" he smiled at you, Clint's lifeless body dangling behind him, only being held up by the rusty chains and not his feet.

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Well, that got deep and sad quickly. While I writing the ending, I was like 'Katie, people are going to hate you!' But I did it anyway.

Also, check out my new book 'The Third Soldier" if you like Bucky. 😊

-MrsEvanStan 💕