Phil struggled against the chains his captors had tied him in. He had been captured by AIM during their mission, he had made a rookie mistake of not checking for any sleeping agents. He had been taken by surprise when an agent shot him from behind while he was downloading the files. He had been lucky to be shot by a stun gun.
He found himself tied to a chair, covered in chains when he woke up; his captors nowhere in sight. He sighed, why didn’t they use ropes; he could escape from ropes, shackles but he was no Clint.
He took in his surroundings, looking for any weapons or any way to escape. He hoped that the captors would let him know their demands soon, then he could start planning his escape from this damned place.
Phil heard the sound of footsteps, instantly he scanned his surroundings, his eyes fixed on the door. A loud bang and the door opened, revealing Clint’s face.
“Phil”, he shouted, his face full of concern as he made his way to Phil.
“I am fine Barton”, he said, gently reminding Clint that they were not safe yet, still in enemy territory.
“Yes sir”, Clint replied, as he started to free Phil using various lockpicks he always carried on his person.
“The advantages of being a carnie sir”, he said as Phil stood up, finally free from the chair.
“Nat is handling the agents on this base, sir. Was the data successfully downloaded?”, said Clint, his bow ready as they made their way out.
“We just need to retrieve the drive from the room”, said Phil, adding “were you two not supposed to be in charge of training today?”
Clint looked sheepish as he said, “Umm, we uhh may not have uh exactly informed anyone of our location” Phil sighed as they continued their way towards the server room, there was going to be a lot of paperwork.
Phil looked around as they entered the server room, the cameras were still dead, he went to the computer and retrieved the drive, amateurs he thought.
Clint fumbled with his comms, “Nat, meet us at the extraction point” he said.
They made their way out with ease, most of the agents had been disposed by Natasha; a few stragglers were easy to deal with.
Clint was engaged in hand-to-hand combat with one of the AIM agents, Clint managed to put that agent in a chokehold, rendering him unconscious. Clint turned around and was just about to say something as the presumed unconscious agent pulled his leg, making Clint stumble and fall, hitting his head on the wall as a result.
Phil wasted no time in shooting that agent right through the head, before he could attack any further. Phil generally was against killing, but Clint always came first, no one was allowed to hurt his Clint.
He rushed towards Clint, making sure he was fine, just a minor concussion he deduced.
“I am fine Phil, perfectly fine”, said Clint, trying and failing to walk in a straight line.
“You have a concussion”, said Phil, his eyes narrowed as he waited for Clint to argue.
“Come on I will carry you out”, said Phil, a bit worried now.
Clint must have seen something in his face that he did not complain even as Phil took his bow and quiver. He lifted Clint in bridal style as they made their way to the extraction point.
“Tasha! Don’t I make a lovely princess!”, said Clint, clearly out of it.
Natasha looked at Phil with an expectant gaze. He said, “Clint has a slight concussion, I am fine”, her eyes narrowed as she checked over both of them for any visible injuries.
Clint was still babbling as they got in the black sedan, Phil smiled. He was truly lucky to have found such a caring family.