STANA (ATROPOS) + CLINT BARTON (HAWKEYE) – A very valuable asset for the Avengers initiative has been taken by the Russians. He's in a state of amnesia, so you might have to build him a profile. His whereabouts are being pinpointed as we speak, so please contact Black Widow as soon as you can. Find Bucky Barnes and make sure to bring him safe. He will be taken into custody. Avoid telling Steve Rogers about this until we've achieved his rescue. | @ingrid
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I feel something dripping on the top of my head and wake up annoyed. Someone must have left a hellhound on the loose again. If it was that stupid Hades just to get revenge on me for letting Persephone out on a vacation, he's totally going to pay for that. But as I wake up, my vision becomes blurry as fuck. I can't tell where am I. This isn't the Underworld and I smell like blood.
Then the mission starts rushing through my head. Clint was knocked out in front of me before I could do anything to save us both. I start to panic and for a second I forget that I'm a goddess. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to my partner.
“About time you got up, doll.” I hear an unknown voice in front of me. I can make out a vague shape of a normal looking guy, but it's too blurry to tell. I might as well be staring at a picture thinking it was real. But he is real. “Wake up.” He slaps my face and jolts me into my goddess mode—fiery bare skull and all—causing him to jump back frightened.
I groan and try to rub my eyes but it's no good because they're tied. I have cramps on my lower back and my legs are twisted at a very uncomfortable angle. “Where am I? Where's Hawkeye?” I ask, switching back to my human version. I close my eyes for a few seconds and when I open them back, I can see again. “You're James Barnes.”
“Formality is not necessary, you can call me Bucky.” He smirks, grabbing some wooden chair and sitting on it. “And to answer your question, you're at my hideout. Your partner is next to you, still asleep.”
“If you hurt him, I'll make sure you pay back.” I say but then someone interrupts my thoughts. It's Clint, using my telepathy powers.
/“Entertain him. I'll find us a way out.”/ He says but I hesitate and start hissing a thousand obscene words that pop out in my mind. Clint is faking being unconscious. He's smarter than I thought.
/“Okay.” I say./
“So, Bucky, I apologize for being rude to our host and all.” I use the most charming tone I have. “How do you like this decade so far?” I ask with a smirk. He stares at me confused.
“I hate cellphones and computers.” He shakes his head. I let out a laugh. For someone who's so dangerous, he sure looks harmless to me.
“You'd better thank heavens you weren't here by the time they had America OnLine.” I say, causing Clint to snort in his 'sleep'. Bucky glares at him suspiciously and I contort my legs into a normal position, extending one towards Bucky, effectively gaining back his attention. “You're quite a charmer.”
“Thank you, I'm aware of that.” He says in a cocky tone. I'm about to roll my eyes as hard as I can but I decide better.
“Alright, I'm tired of this game. Give it up.” I say serious.
Clint jumps up instinctively, “Dammit, Atropos.”
“You two are going back to the floor, now. Don't make me knock you unconscious again.” Bucky warns us, but I kick him in the shin. “Fuck!” He kneels on the floor, rubbing his leg and pulling a gun out.
I tell myself this would be easy. I prepare my mind to control his, but nothing happens. Clint stares at me, his eyes wide open. He knows something is wrong.
/“We're going to die.” He says in my mind./
I shake it off as best as I can. But I really can't. My throat begins to close up. I am having trouble breathing and I drop myself onto the floor. I can hear Clint approaching me but I pass out.
I wake up chained into the stupid chair Bucky was sitting on before. I look around desperately for Clint and I see him lying on the other side of the room, a puddle of blood next to his arm. “You bastard!” I yell, getting up with the chair on my back and walking awkwardly to Clint's side. Bucky is nowhere to be found.
I begin to untie the rope between my hands as fast as I can. I can see the skin after a couple of minutes, it's all red, raw, bloody and bruised. Something I thought I'd never see in my body. I've always healed fast. Then I think back on how my mind control power didn't seem to work this time. Maybe I've lost my powers. Death probably came back and took 'em. I knew they weren't forever, I shouldn't have trusted her.
Then I can feel the warmth spreading through my body and I start biting back my sobs. I hear a groan and I see Clint, rubbing his arm. “That idiot shot me.” He says between pauses. I tell him to shut up.
This is a disaster. I thought I had it under control. I've never had trouble using my powers. But something isn't letting me and I wonder if it's some kind of helmet like the one Amora has. I start to untie the stupid chair off my chest and when I'm done I check on Clint. I decide to go old school and pull out the bullet myself.
/“You're seriously not doing that.”/
“I am.” I say, I forgot we were still connected with our minds. After hesitating and cursing, Clint agrees to let me do it.
“It would totally be better if I had some vodka in here to go with it.”
“But we don't.” I sigh. “Hold still.” Then my fingers dig through his bloody skin, causing him to gag. I find the bullet and pull it out quick. I throw it next to us and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“That fucking hurts. Next time, I'll be the one that pulls a bullet out of you to see how much you'll like it.”
“That doesn't happen to me...” I say but then I'm not sure. What if I really lost my powers? That makes me an easy target.
“I see that the family reunion is back.” Bucky's voice resonates from the other side of the room. I turn around and throw a knife to his arm, pinning him onto the wall.
“Good job!” Clint cheers.
I stand up and walk fiercely towards Bucky. “Now you listen to me, you're coming with us. I don't care who you think you are, but you're just an amateur and they're using you.”
Bucky, being as classy as he can, spits in my face. That makes me grab him by his jacket and shove him onto the wall next to us. Then I reach my scythe and I can feel it's game over. But Clint stands between us.
“You can't kill him, you know that.” He shakes his head, rushing towards Bucky's side and grabs a pair of handcuffs he has in his pocket. He puts them on while Bucky is still unconscious.
We begin to make our way out of the place but we really don't know where we are. As far as I'm concerned, we're probably stuck in the middle of the evil General Karpov's lab. We make our twists and turns until we've reached a door. Clint stands on one side, I stand on the other and we open it at the same time. No one's there. Actually, this place looks deserted. It looks suspicious. But it's also the perfect hideout for Bucky: a place where no one would think he is. A place to call his own (even if it doesn't belong to the guy, but he doesn't know boundaries anyways).
The door leads us to another room, this one looks all sterile and white. It's probably a lab or a hospital. I do a 180 in the room and see that it's okay to continue with our search for the way out.
We go on and on until we find some stairs and I practically shove Clint (who's holding Bucky's body on his shoulder) towards them. “Be careful, this guy is heavy!” He complains but I scoff.
“Throw him down the stairs, for all I care.” I say, running down the stairs before them. I make my way to the main floor in no time. It's in fact an old hospital. I can tell because of the way the lobby looks. I triumphantly make my way out of the facility and when we're outside, we notice we're surrounded by men wearing black, just like the idiots that were talking out of that one building. I guess they found Bucky... and us.