Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 24 Blood, Love and Rage

“I miss you, dad.” You looked up at the strong man in front of you, trying so hard to be strong yourself.
He smiled, ruffling your (h/c) hair, it was the same shade as your mother’s. “I know Chipmunk.”
You rolled your eyes at the childish nickname. “You left so soon, I love mum, but she doesn’t understand why I like martial arts and track so much. I need you.”
His eyes caught the light in a unique way as he laughed. “I taught you everything you needed to know before I left.”
You nodded, remembering all of  your lessons, you opened your mouth to reply.

You sat up with a jolt, head aching and body stiff. Groaning you wiped at the dried blood covering your face and chest, the metallic scent was enough to turn your stomach. You stood, legs shaky and kidneys aching from the cold. The cell was a small cube of floor to ceiling concrete. There were no chairs, no bed and no bathroom. Blood stained much of the floor and walls; only a small amount of it was yours. Looking up at the ceiling you noticed a large pointed hook, caked in old blood. So that’s what they were going to do, impale you with a hook and make you hang there for a few hours.

Sighing, you found a clean-ish patch of ground and took a seat. You felt like hell, and the cold wasn’t doing you much good. After a while you began to doze off again; a sign of concussion, though that wasn’t a surprise. Shaking your head violently, you tried to stop yourself from slipping out of consciousness again. That was when the dream you’d had came back to you with a flash.

How had you not noticed earlier? No wonder he had looked so familiar. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you didn’t try to hide them. You could still remember being at school and being approached by two men in suits. They had come up to you, in an intimidating manner and asked to talk with you. You had been about to refuse when you had seen your mother, a broken woman standing with another one of them. After getting into their S.U.V they told you that your father had been killed in a plane accident. Being inquisitive, and untrusting (a trait your father had passed on to you) you asked them why there were so many of them to tell you the news. The one in charge, an older man by the name of Phil Carlson, or something like that, told you they had to take you to a facility to question you. And that was all you could remember, until now.

Your father must have been working for S.H.I.E.L.D when he went missing on a mission. Feared dead, or worse, they took the precaution of wiping your memories of what he really looked like, and what he really did. Why, hadn’t they wiped all your memories of him though? The more you thought about it, the more you realized they must have come pretty close to doing that to your mother, who never mentioned him. However, you spent a lot of your time remembering the things you’d both shared together, and asking your mother about him, only to get a short non emotional answer.

The door opened with the clink of heavy locks, startling you from your reverie. Rage, heated your cold body, boiling your blood. The scientist stood in the doorway; blood on his lab coat. He was flanked by three men, two of which you had never seen before, the third was your father.
The scientist smiled, sending the men in before him. “Let’s see if she tells us more then her pretty friend.”
As they brought in a steel chair and tied you to it, your gaze never shifted from the scientist’s face.
Your voice was cold and level, the voice of someone on the verge of snapping. “I am going to kill you.”

The scientist laughed. “Your friend was a lot calmer then you, I’m glad you have a bit of spirit. It means so much more to me when I break such strong willed people, even if they are just little girls.”
“She didn’t break, did she?”
He readjusted his coat and set down a trolley of blood covered surgical implements. “It may take a few days, maybe even a couple of weeks but, both, of you will squeal. Your type always do.”
You glanced at your father from the corner of your eye, that would have to be a lie, there was no way he had given them the information they wanted. Then it hit you, he would’ve done anything for you and your mother, including selling out S.H.I.E.L.D.
You flexed your arms in their restraints, they were tight, but if you used all you had, you would be able to free your reinforced arm, and that was all you would need. You set your mind on Clint’s face, and the previous night when you had gone out for dinner; that felt so long ago. You would need all your strength, both emotional and physical, to get through the next few hours.