Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 44 Drugged

Natasha Romanoff was used to putting her life on the line for the fate of the world. In fact she was secretly proud of everything she had accomplished in her life, even the bad deeds were truly spectacular. However today she had greatly challenged herself. Not only had she accepted the task of trying to stop a worldwide disease, but she had also agreed to leave her partner in a prison cell controlled by an unknown group. He was much more than just a partner to her though. As much as she hated to admit it Clint Barton was her everything, even though on many occasions he had expressed his disinterest in her. It had taken them both awhile to try and decide on a perfect plan that would enable her a chance to escape. Finally, despite her reservations Clint set into action his plan to feign an illness. Two guards were sent in to determine whether his ‘illness’ was in dire need of attention, their weapons drawn and pointed at Clint. Natasha executed a perfect leg sweep despite her wrenched knee and sent one of the guards tumbling back into the other with an almighty crash.
Wincing at the sound Clint quickly grabbed a gun and threw it to her. “Go, don’t worry about me.”
Natasha didn’t allow herself to hesitate as she dashed out of the cell and down a long unfamiliar corridor. She had to fight the urge to stop and try to free some of her teammates as she passed their cells, especially when she heard Tony calling out for her. But she had promised Clint that she would find _____ and help her to shut down the program, and that was what she was going to do. Even if doing so would end in her demise. She was willing to do anything to make Clint happy.
 
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You spun the chair around as you heard someone enter the oval office. The woman who twenty minutes earlier had been loyal to your father stood before you a bead of sweat trickling down her temple.
You stood. “Did you get the weapons?”
She bit her lip so hard that she drew a small spot of blood. “A-almost.”
“Almost?” You felt your heart begin to slowly increase in rhythm.
“I’m sorry ____.” Just as she finished her sentence three guards burst into the room.
Closing your eyes you let the adrenalin flush through your blood. There was no way only three guards would be capable of restraining you now.  You reopened your eyes slowly, puffing out a small amount of air from between your pursed lips.
“Come on then.”  

They rushed you all at once, guns still holstered to their belts. So your father still wanted you alive, good it would make things a lot easier. You started with the only female guard first. Ducking a surprisingly slow and awkward blow aimed at you nose and countering with a sharp blow to her left kidney. She screamed out at you, flailing her fists savagely as one of the men approached you from behind. Gritting your teeth you blocked her strikes just before a set of rough hands pulled your arms behind your back. Air whooshed out of your lungs as a fist repeatedly barraged your stomach. Still winded you placed all of your weight on your captor, swinging your legs up in a high arch to collect the woman in the chest. She was knocked off of her feet, landing heavily on her backside. You didn’t have a moment to revel in your victory because the man who was restraining your arms quickly pulled you into a head lock. Resting on your knees you blinked away the black spots forming before your vision as you choked for air. Then you remembered the gun on his belt and blindly reached for it. He realized what you were doing just a little too late. The sound of gun fire ripped through the room as a bullet smashed its way into the man’s upper thigh. His grip on you immediately released as he collapsed on to the floor, hands clutching at the wound.

Righting yourself you kept the gun pointed at the female and the other man, the later was roughly restraining your father’s PA.
You licked your lips, finger hovering over the trigger. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you all now.”
The PA whimpered, pulling against the guard restraining her.
“Nothing?” You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep the gun from trembling; it felt so wrong in your hands.  
“I can take you to your friends.” It was the woman who spoke, her voice surprisingly feminine.
Your lips became a thin line. “Just tell me where they are.”
“And then have you shoot me anyway?” She scoffed. “I don’t think so.”
You sighed in exasperation, lowering your gun. At the moment she seemed to be the only chance you had of seeing Clint again. Though that didn’t mean you had to like it, or trust her for that matter. You would have to keep an eye on her.

You followed the woman as she weaved in and out of corridors and rooms. As time went by you began to doubt that this woman really knew where she was going.
“You know, you are exactly like your father.” There was a trace of a smile in her voice.
“I’m nothing like that man.” You replied stiffly.
She laughed allowing a glance behind her. “In fact you may be a little more brutal then he is.”
You gritted your teeth. “We are nothing alike.”
“Well you are threatening me with a gun, and from what I’ve heard it’s not the first time you’ve been unnecessarily violent.” She continued to walk out ahead.
Your grip tightened around the gun. “What are you talking about?”
“Rumor has it you stabbed and killed two scientists in Brasilia.” Her tone was teasing.
“They tried to kill me first.” You replied defensively.
She paused, allowing another guard to pass up ahead. “Yes but I do not doubt that you could have easily disabled them.”
You pursed your lips, the thought hadn’t even really come to you. Maybe you had inherited some of your dad’s insanity.
She grinned. “So you agree with me?”
“No,” There was no way you were like that monster that had posed as your father. “No I don’t.”
She shrugged. “Well we’ll see soon enough.”
“What’s that supposed to mea-“

Something thin and sharp plunged into your thigh. You blinked looking up at the woman in front of you in shock. Almost instantly the room began to spin and your veins began to grow hot.
She smiled. “Morphine, you’ll be out cold in a few minutes. You didn’t really trust me did you?”
You pulled the small silver barb from your leg, tossing it to the ground. “I still have a gun.”
You heard footsteps from behind, the person who had shot you no doubt.
The woman’s grin broadened. “Will you really shoot me? It would be needless you’ll be restrained anyway. If you do it will just be an act of brutality.”  
Raising the gun you aimed it at the woman’s head. “I guess you were right about me then.”
For a brief second you saw the woman’s mask of composure drop, an expression of pure terror replacing it. The gun went off, the bullet skewed but it still struck her. Blood spurted from the back of the woman’s head and she collapsed in a heap on the floor. The gun slipped out of your numb grasp clattering to the floor. You took a deep breath, vision growing hazier by the second. A man pushed you to your knees and you allowed him. Blinking you watched as the crimson puddle around the woman grew, staining the polished floor. What had you done? Another gun shot rang out jarringly and something warm and wet splattered your back.

“_______, are you alright?” A female voice called out from behind you.
You opened your mouth to reply but couldn’t think of anything to say. Your mind was a mess and the room was still spinning. Sleep threatened to take you over.
Natasha closed the distance between you as you slipped from your knees to your side. You watched her through half closed eyes, a dumb smile on your face. She really was very pretty you thought to yourself.
She tapped you on the cheek. “Wake up _____ we have to get out of this corridor.”
“I like it here, it’s comfortable.” You slurred.
“I’ll help you, come on.” She pulled your arm around her shoulders, groaning as she tried to hoist you to your feet.
You laughed as you once again slid to the floor, Natasha having failed.
“Please ______, you can sleep later I promise.” She pleaded with you.
You yawned loudly before sitting up sluggishly. “Okie dokie artichokie.”
Natasha half dragged you through the Whitehouse, doing all she could to keep you quiet and stop you from succumbing to the large dose of morphine you had just been given. You were being very difficult, but the fact that you hadn’t completely gone under by now was a testament to your strength of will. However she knew it wasn’t long now until you completely passed out. She had to make sure she got you somewhere safe by then.

You stumbled out of the front door of the Whitehouse, unable to see much more then blurry images. Natasha whispered encouragement every few steps, but you were unable to feel your legs now.
“Come on ______, not much farther now. Fury is waiting for us.”
You forced your brain to drive the numb muscles to move. But it was so much work and you still had so far to go. You continued to move one numb limb in front of the other, shuffling small steps and leaning heavily on Natasha. She continued to encourage you and finally you collapsed into a pair of arms. Burying your head into the person’s neck you finally allowed your eyes to close.
The last thing you heard before you succumbed to the drugs was a deep gravelly voice. “I’ve got you Agent ______.”