Meeting the Devil
Clint wakes up to see a man in the bed opposite him. He’s pale with deep red hair, and he can see that his arms are covered in scars and bruises. Clint pushes himself up, grateful that his restraints are not as tight as they once were.
He rubs at the red marks on his wrists as he shimmies down the bed slightly. His legs are more tightly bound, but he at least can get comfortable. The man opposite him has tight restraints, and Clint can see the tell-tale red bruises from where he has been fighting them.
“Hey!” Clint says, trying to catch the attention of the other man.
The man’s eyelashes slowly flutter open. That’s when Clint sees his eyes. They are unseeing, staring blankly off into space, looking slightly glazed.
He’s blind.
Great.
“Clint?” the man responds, and Clint manages to read his lips well enough to know he is saying his own name.
“D-Daredevil? Shit, you’re blind?”
“Have been since a kid,” responds Daredevil calmly. “I’m Matt.”
“Matt,” repeats Clint, careful that he’s getting his name right. Matt puts his thumb up to this.
“Has that whacko doctor told you what you’re here for yet?” Clint asks.
Another thumbs up. “Going to get pregnant.”
Clint pauses. Surely he’s misread that.
“Pregnant?”
Another thumbs up. Matt shrugs at this and says, “Wasn’t always Matt.”
It takes Clint a minute to understand. His stomach is sinking at the thought of this man being subjected to forced insemination. He thought it would be bad enough being violated himself, however he wasn’t going to be forced to carry the damn thing.
“When?”
Matt shrugs. “Maybe a month. They want there to do IVF I think.”
“So we have a month to escape?”
Matt smiles, and again his thumb is up.
…
It’s two weeks later when they get an opportunity. Because of their good behaviour, their captors have been allowing them more freedom. Their restraints are looser, and instead of being strapped down they are on chain-like restraints keeping them in a certain area of the room. Their beds are also closer together, allowing the men to speak to each other more easily.
Clint has been teaching Matt some ASL. He struggles with it, but he’s gotten a few basic signs. Matt has been teaching Clint how to read using braille, because Dr Marsh has left him some braille books to keep him entertained.
“Dude, this is weird,” Clint says as he runs his fingers over the little bumps. “It’s strange thinking how this is like a totally different language you know.”
“You known ASL. That is a different language,” Matt responds. “We all have our talents.”
His hand rests over Matt’s. Being allowed to touch has allowed for them to communicate using Morse code, and they now have a plan. Matt needed to be here a month before insemination was to occur, so what would the doctor do if it happened before then? He would surely intervene.
He leans over and closes his eyes. Clint sends a little apology to his wife in his mind, and kisses Matt as passionately as he can muster. Matt leans into him, gripping his hair in his hands.
Clint tries to ignore the stubble against his lips as he sinks further into the kiss. It needs to look natural. He manoeuvres himself so that he and Matt are on the same bed, and he is straining against his restraints to do this.
God, let this work!
He leans down and kisses Matt again, and mutters a very quiet apology to Daredevil as he moves his hands beneath the hospital gown. Clint’s hands run over the rough surface of the other man, feeling the scars where his breasts should be. Weird.
No one is rushing into the room yet. He steels himself and begins moving lower. Matt stiffens, but he nods to say that Clint can continue. He begins to remove his own gown-
And then he is being tackled. Men in black tactical gear begin swarming the room. Clint rolls and wraps his legs around the neck of one of them, snapping it almost instantly. Matt leaps and strangles one guard with his own restraints. Clint is wildly looking around, but there’s too many of them.
There’s at least 8 men in the room now. They’re all wearing gas masks, and too late Clint spots the gas pouring from the vents.
“It was worth a try,” Matt says, gasping for breath.
“See you on the other side, Buddy,” responds Clint before unconsciousness takes him over.
…
When Clint wakes, his chest and head are strapped down. He can barely move, and he groans internally. Glancing wildly around the room, he manages to see Matt strapped similarly down to his bed. He’s awake and straining against his restraints.
“Hey Matt,” Clint says, trying to stay positive. “How was your beauty sleep?”
Matt snorts in a laugh. “Surprisingly unrestful. You’d think with the amount of money being spent here, they’d be able to give me silk sheets!”
“Ooh, silk sheets! Someone’s got expensive taste,” responds Clint, chuckling to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the door open and Dr Marsh step inside.
“I’m glad you two are enjoying yourselves,” Dr Marsh says, this time his expression stern. “I lost two soldiers because of the stunt you pulled! Two valuable lives, snuffed out in an instant!”
“Well, I was enjoying myself – you didn’t have to stop me!” Clint lies.
“Oh hush, Mr Barton. You’re as heterosexual as they come,” responds Dr Marsh in annoyance. “If you two had succeeded, however, you would have ruined months of planning. I would have had to wait until I was certain Mr Murdock was not pregnant before moving forward with the insemination.”
“It was worth the try,” Matt says. “I’d much rather get pregnant of my own accord than being forced by a scumbag like you.”
“You know, Mr Murdock, I was being kind to you,” Dr Marsh says coolly. “I was going to sedate you for the procedure – however now…now you have not earnt my sympathy.”