Author's Note: Because you people won't stop begging...This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I've tossed a few more chapters together for this. This is the only complete chapter I have at the moment, but I have another in the works that I should be able to post before the weekend.


"Wanda? Hey, Wanda. Kid, you okay?...Kid?" Clint leaned his head against the wall to listen for her reply, but could hear nothing but her miserable sobs. "Shit."

He rubbed a hand over his face as he leaned back against the concrete and let himself slump to the ground. The sound of her scream was still echoing in his ears, and he felt both shaken and helpless. The three of them had been trying to get an answer from her since the guard left, but it had been a few minutes now with no reply, only the sound of her crying in the next cell over.

"Hey, come on, you've got to give us something," Scott called. "You're starting to worry us."

"Wanda?"

"I'm fine," was the watery reply, and Clint frowned.

"You don't sound fine," Scott said, and Clint heard Sam hiss the man's name scoldingly.

"It hurts..."

"That damned collar didn't burn you, did it?" Clint asked, leaning into the door of his cell and trying to see around the corner even though he knew he wouldn't be able to.

"C-can't tell, they have my hands tied," Wanda sobbed.

"Christ..." Clint hissed, clenching and unclenching his hand anxiously.

He was gonna kill someone for doing this to her. Probably Senator Ross.

"Deep breaths, Wanda. You're gonna be okay," Sam soothed. "Just try to calm down, all right? We're gonna get you out of here."

"We can't leave. None of us are ever leaving this horrible place..." Wanda's tone was painfully hopeless, and Clint winced.

She shouldn't be here with them. He should have told her to run when Tony and Vision had rounded them up. It wasn't like either of them could have stopped her.

"Ssh, hey, yes we are," Sam said, his tone low and smooth. "We'll all get out of here, I promise."

"How?"

"We'll think of something," Clint called. "Until then you just sit tight, okay? Like Sam said, deep breaths."

"It's Hydra all over again..."

"We're not gonna let them hurt you," he promised, feeling wretched even as he said it because in his current position there was no way that he could guarantee her of that, and she probably knew as much.

"Yeah, if they wanna mess with you, they'll have to get through the rest of us first," Scott added, and Sam grunted his ascent as well.

This seemed to reassure her somewhat, and Clint heard her take a shuddering breath that she released as a slow, steady one.

"Atta girl, chin up," he encouraged. "You're gonna be just fine. I promise."

"I should have stayed out of it," she murmured. "I should have listened to Vizh and stayed at the compound, and then I wouldn't be in this mess..."

"Hey, listen to me, you made the right choice, okay?" Clint called. "Don't start doubting yourself now. You know you made the right choice."

"...did we?"

"Yes," he replied, forcing as much conviction into his voice as he could. "You know exactly what the world was in for if we hadn't helped Cap and Mr. Guyliner escape. They'll make sure nothing bad happens. You made the right choice to help them."

Wanda mumbled something that sounded like agreement and Clint let out a sigh, glancing up at the plain ceiling for the hundredth time.

God, he hoped they had picked the right side...

"Just hang in there, Wanda," he promised. "I swear I'll get you out of here."