Mission Glitch Pt2
“Don’t! I need these!”
I can’t deal with the near silence right now. I’d be too vulnerable. I’m already vulnerable. He dug a bullet out of my shoulder while I was unconscious. We’ve changed locations. There’s no telling where he –
“No communication devices.”
“They aren’t!” I tried, uselessly, to wriggle my arms free from their restraints again. “Swear! They’re hearing aids!”
The bastard paused. There was a flicker of curiosity.
Good. Curiosity is good. I can use that.
“Never seen em before?” I asked, trying for a decent smile. “C’mere. Get a good look at them.”
C’mon. Just a little closer. Lean over. You know you want to.
Wait. Where are you –
A shock of pain tore through me. Nearly bit my tongue trying to stifle the scream I almost let out.
“What the hell was that for?”
He shifted my leg again. Poked and prodded until the pain had me gritting my teeth.
“Fracture.”
“Yeah, no kidding! Stop poking it!” I snapped.
He nodded. Took a step back and wasn’t that just the damnedest thing.
Alright, Clint, think. Think! How are you gonna get out of this?
He’s smart. Strapped down my forearms instead of just my wrists. No way to slip free like I usually do. Not to mention whatever anesthetic he slipped me is wearing off. I move too much and he’ll notice. I could be sent back to dreamland in a heartbeat. And –
Aw, damn it. Shouldn’t have yelled. Yelling means I have energy. Damn it!
“Be still.”
“Yeah, no, I got that. No whatever the hell is in the syringe please.”
Another flicker, this time confusion. Confused about what? That I’m not some happy captive?
“For the pain?”
...Did he seriously just ask that?
“What do you care if I’m in pain?” I seethed, shuttering from the pounding ache in my shoulder. “Kill me already, damn it!”
The bastard took a deep, measured breath. Slowly set down the syringe.
Fuck that’s not a good look. Not a good look at all. That’s cold. Cold and angry. Very angry. And he’s… walking away?
Wait. He’s leaving. He’s – I’m still tied down and he’s leaving. I’ve pissed him off and now I’m gonna lay here and thirst to death. Damn it! Me and my big mouth!
“Wait!”
...Too late.
Great job, Barton. Fantastic. Instead of killing you quickly, he’s gonna let you die slowly. Great job.