Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	While Clint got word this morning about Tony's condition, he left Natasha a note that he was going to go check up on their fellow Avenger. A few hours later? She gets another note: Clint was near dead and was sent to the medical bay back at the SHIELD facility. Clint is still in his civilian attire, fitted shirt and jeans. His coat was removed, as well as his hearing aids- his shirt also folded to the side. Attached to his well built, lean chest is a series of sensors while he is attached to the monitor. His breathing is light and shallow, but there, his pulse also very weak. There is no seeming phyiscal trauma, but somehow he is still holding to that delicate thread.
Darcy Lewis	Darcy had to come in for check ups since her run in with MAD the Metal Arm Dude. She heard that someone got brought in, and curious now that her check up is done, Darcy makes her way in to the room the Avenger is in.
Natasha Romanoff	Natasha was out of town on a fetch and carry mission when the call came in that Clint had been taken to medical. In a coma. The mission was scrapped. In this situation, it was understood that the Black Widow was returning to base. If anyone told her otherwise, they likely would've been punched in the face. Or shot. She comes in the door, obviously rushing, glancing around to spot her fallen friend. More than friend. Some think soulmate has to do with romance but in their situation, it just was. The two of them together were greater than the whole, though the romance was a thing of the past. But it didn't change her love for him. With quick strides, she is by his bed, looking him over quickly and trying to find an injury. But there doesn't seem to be one. She reaches out a gentle hand to brush his forehead then his cheek, her emotions there for anyone to read. For once, the infamous Widow is an open book as she looks over his face with worry, fear and love. "Clint," she whispers softly. "Oh God, what happened."
Clint Barton	A nurse enters with a clipboard- one of the medical staff that has been in and out. Seeing the Widow, she goes to stand on the other side of the bed, giving Darcy room to stand elsewhere in the room while she talks to the downed Avenger's partner. "He was touched by whatever being got Tony Stark, I believe. The details were.. sketchy. JARVIS supplied a video clip when we were sent to retrieve him. To this note, she offers Natasha a datapad that is playing a brief clip: Clint, Aspen, and Adrien are in the main room. Aspen had just turned to water to avoid the attack of Flatline after Clint wedged himself out of the ice shield she put him in. Missing, Flatline turned to Clint. While Clint tried to dodge away from the attacking hand, he was still clipped in the back. Clint convulsed once and simply fell like a pile a bricks right on his face. And the clip ends.
Darcy Lewis	Darcy gets brushed past like she wasn't there and for a moment it urked her. A moment that lasted until see saw the open emotion on Natasha's face. It wasnt something Darcy had ever seen before, and something about the moment made her feel like an intruder. and yet... "N...Nata-?" Darcy shuts the hell up.as the nurse walks in, but thinking that the other agent maybr eould want some moral support, Lewis walks in a bit further to stand across the bed from Natasha.
Natasha Romanoff	The clip is watched once. She looks back over to Clint, eyes gliding over him. She doesn't release the datapd. Hearing Darcy, she glances over at the woman, not trying to hide her emotions still. "Hello, Darcy. I hope you are well," she says, remembering the fight that put Darcy in here in the first place. She was there although she fared better. The girl has spunk, she has to give her that. But right now, her focus goes back to the man in the bed. "He has to come back to me," she says simply, reaching out a hand to brush his cheek again. She glances to the datapad in her hand, pushing the button so the clip plays once more. And as she does, something ugly inside of her is starting to rise.
Clint Barton	Natasha, sometimes you get what you want. Just not... How... you want. Clint's hearing aids were removed when he was put in the bed, but he starts to groan, shifting in the bed uncomfortably. Hands lift, tearing at some of the cords to put his hands over his ears as if they are hurting. His eyes are still closed, but they are tighter clamped, in obvious pain. He opens his mouth to scream, his eyes opening, glazed and distant. But the sound that comes out of his mouth isn't a scream of pain... Its the harsh sound of a flatlining machine. 'eeeeeeeeeeee'!
Darcy Lewis	"I can take a lickin and still keep tickin," Darcy quips, her voice still a little harsh. The ugly bruises on her throat and jaw are yellow. She aches for the normally stoic agent, her hand reaching out across the bed in offer. "He's in one of the best medical places I've ever seen. I'm sure they'll figure out whatever happened and he'll be back with you in no time," she replies. As she's hoping to offer comfortn Clint moves. It has the young agent smiling. "Hey! Look! He just needed to hear you eanted him back!" Because Darcy doesnt know Clint cant hear anything.     And then he's screaminh a faltline and Darcy gasps, pulling her jnd back but no otherwise moving to defend herself.
Natasha Romanoff	As he starts to move, Natasha puts her hand on his shoulder. She tries to calm him with her touch, her voice pitched low and murmuring words in Russian. When his eyes open, her brow furrows. She doesn't say his name. Her talking to him was more for herself because she knows he can't hear her. She looks at his eyes and a chill goes down her spine, the hair at the back of her neck stands on end. The scream is what does it. She steps back, putting some distance. "Knock him out. Now!" she yells at the medical staff. She doesn't know what is going on but that sound is not normal and every alarm system she has in her body is telling her something bad is happening.
Clint Barton	"YOU knock him out!" The nurse stumbles back hard enough she slams back into the wall trying to stay out of arm's reach. "Shit.." She tries to scramble for an injection in the draws near his bed. Clint's ears are hearing for the first time since childhood and yet its a horrid sound. It puts Zombie-Clint in a great amount of pain. He starts to thrash in the bed, the anger and fire building in him as he rips off the rest of the wires from his hard, toned chest. Rolling off of the bed, hte nurse slams a needle into his thigh with an injection that would put a horse into a coma. But all it does is piss him off, earning her a backhand to the face with his right hand, making the woman go into a convulsion followed by ... nothing as she slumps awkwardly against the wall as if she were dead. She's not - only in a coma. Those painfilled eyes are locked on Natasha as he screams again, that same horrible sound coming out of his mouth. Good thing they didn't put him in a hospital gown or this would be really awkward!!
Darcy Lewis	Darcy takes a step back as the nurse rushes in to try to sedate the Avenging Archer. Seeing him back hand the woman, nut not seeing the consequences, the tenacious agent pushes herself forward to try to shoulder check Clint back onto the bed. "What the hell, man?"
Natasha Romanoff	When she touched his shoulder, there wasn't a problem. But when he hit the nurse, down she went in the same way he did. Her mind is running through the information. When she touched his shoulder, he was asleep. Could that have been the difference? Is all of his skin now a weapon? Natasha knows there is only one way to find out. She's going to have to touch him. "Clint," she says, making sure she is looking at his face even though he is making that God awful noise again. She knows he can read her lips. "Clint, it's okay. Are you with us?" she asks, hoping that this is just because of confusion and not something worse. She really should've learned to give up hope a long time ago but for him? It's there. Then Darcy is diving in which is certainly going to be a problem if it's just skin that causes the coma. "Darcy, no!" She knows she's too late.
Clint Barton	When Darcy comes to shoulder check him, his stance shifts towards the girl in something defensive. But his styles, Natasha would easily recognize. When she comes at him, he uses her momentum against her, reaching out to grab her throat and twist with the throw of her bodyweight to instead throw her onto the bed rather roughly. He's not holding back. The hand he uses is his right. Though with her shoved down, he looks up at Natasha with that painful, glassed stare. He can read her lips. Understand what she is saying, but there is fury as much as pain in those eyes. Its him, but not him. He's already stalking around the bed to try and corner his partner, but his movements aren't as... fluid. Stiff. He's fighting internally- he can't knowingly hurt Natasha, not willingly. Not without a fight.
Darcy Lewis	The moment Darcy is touched by Clint's right hand her body jerks, convulsing once. She hits the bed hard, a limp sack of potatoes, and then doesnt move. She doesnt groan, flinch, or respond in any way. Exactly as Clint had when Flatline attackex in the footage, exacrlt as the doctor had mere moments ago.
Natasha Romanoff	"Dammit!" Natasha still doesn't have her answer. He used his right hand again. So is it the hand or his skin? She pushes a button on her gauntlet, calling for backup to the medical ward. If she gets knocked out, hopefully they'll be able to stop Clint before he hurts anyone else. As he comes around the bed, she takes a bladed stance facing off with him. "Clint, I know you're fighting this. I don't know what they did to you but I will find them." And deep in there, she just hopes he knows what she's saying. Most of her body is covered. Her hands, face, and neck are the only exposed skin. But will her clothes be sufficient? "I'm sorry," she says and with that, she goes for a kick, expecting him to block. She'll know if clothes help since he will likely block it.
Clint Barton	Clint stares at Natasha when she speaks. He can hear her. Well. Read. But he doesn't answer. For a long moment its as if he's cemented himself in place, fighting a war within against the abomination he's become and his very soul. As soon as she attacks, primal instincts kick in and he screams that horrible sound again, almost snarling it. Unfortunately, as deadly as he is right now, he still retains his ability to fight. The kick is blocked with his left forearm, the Avenger twisting to pull a retaliation kick against her side. He's full unrelenting primal right now. No holding back. No punches pulled. Except... somehow he's keeping his right hand from her.
Natasha Romanoff	His own kick is blocked with her hand. She makes sure to slide her hand down, touching his bare foot. She doesn't fall over. Skin-to-skin is safe. It's the hand. She has to avoid that right hand. Now that she knows what the rules are, she can deal with things more efficiently. Well, as much as it's going to get. This is Clint. He's always a hard fight. And now, literally a single touch from that right hand and she's going to be another body in he room. She spins low, going for a sweep, sure he will avoid it. Maybe he'll jump over, maybe not. In case he does go upwards, she comes back up, going for a jump kick to the side of the head. She isn't holding back, putting the full force of her body into the blow. She has to try to knock him out and do it fast.
Clint Barton	He's a hard fight and now? Its a bit harder. There are no restraints. No pulled punches. All the full weight of everything. Clint does jump up to avoid the kick out of instinct, and goes to start to bring down a hard punch against her shoulder- with his left hand. He's purposefully keeping himself from using his right. There is some of himself still there. Though the punch doesn't connect. Instead, the miss comes along with a solid kick to the side of his head, sending him hard into the wall with a hard SMACK. .. Thats going to be a hell of a headache later... Though slumped for a split second, he's already getting back on his feet, screeching that sound as he turns back to her.
Natasha Romanoff	She knows what she needs to do. The longer this takes, the more likely she is going to end up comatose. It's simple. Just a push of a button. But...It's Clint. That stops her from doing what she must. She's compromised. Her feelings are getting in the way and that can never happen. It leads to mistakes. Like the one she is making by not pushing that button. "I see you fighting it," she says, "You are stronger than whatever this is. I know you, Clint. I know you can beat this." But even as he is just rising up, she is coming in with a kick. This is aimed for his siatic nerve strike is his leg. If it hits, it should put that leg out of commission for a few minutes.
Clint Barton	The strike to the siatic nerve hits true. The bad thing? It doesn't stop him. He moves as if it were just a glancing blow, rushing in like a freight train. Unlike Darcy, however, Clint reaches try to snag Natasha's delicate neck with his left hand, aiming to slam her back against the wall. If he's successful he'll hold her off of her feet by a few inches, but that right hand is still held next to him, his hand in a fist- fighting it.
Natasha Romanoff	She hesitated. For an instant, seeing him just shrug off a strike that should've rendered his leg useless, she paused. This is what happens. Suspended, she isn't trying to gasp for air. She knows it's useless. She does hold her breath, conserving what oxygen she has in her lungs as she brings up her fist. Three rapid blows to the side of his head, one after the other. If he were himself, that would probably stagger him. This new and improved version, probably not so much. But that wasn't the point. While throwing the punches, she is bringing up her legs between their bodies, using her agility to her advantage. Her knee comes up to shoulder level, foot going to his chest and she will push off with all her might. The other leg? Well, hopefully he dodges or that flatline sound he's using for a voice is going to go a few octaves higher.
Clint Barton	The punches to his head don't do much. If anything his grip on her neck tightens. Clint doesn't want to hurt her, but its a hard battle for that screeching in his head to make him want to touch her with that deadly hand. And then she shoves off of him and .. kicks him. He does let go, flying back against the opposing wall as he wails that horrid sound. He's a pissed off Zombie, now. And he's got to get out of here. Trying to escape before Natasha can fully recover, he turns to try and run out of the door at full tilt.
Natasha Romanoff	She hits the ground, weight on one knee, trying to drag air into her lungs. Not good. She can feel her injured neck swelling already. It makes breathing more difficult but not impossible. As he heads for the door, Natasha taps the commlink in her ear. "All agents, do not engage Barton. Repeat, do not engage. Right hand is weaponized, do not let him touch you." She is a moment behind him, charging out the door in pursuit. Now that he isn't looking at her, she knows speaking to him is useless. but she is undeterred.
Clint Barton	Bursting out into the hallway of the medical area, Hawkeye screeches that flatline sound, stalking around as he looks for anyone... Doesn't matter who, his back to Natasha. The Agents are steering clear of the Zombied ones for the most part and clearing the hallways. There are those that think they can not listen and take him on themselves. Two of them in fact. They charge him in tandum, but Barton takes them both down in a swift move. One gets the right fist to the head to knock them out. The other? Isn't so lucky. Twisting with the momentum of the first, a bare foot meets the throat of the second with a squelched 'crunch'. Crushed windpipe and broken neck as the now lifeless body slumps against the wall. The other is just dropped in a coma like the rest. Zombie Barton just crossed a horrid line.
Natasha Romanoff	The words leaving Natasha's mouth may be in Russian but there is no doubt she's swearing. Not because the agents didn't listen although that is enough to set her teeth on edge. Because her best friend just became a murderer. Not a killer. They both are that, of course. It is what she was created to be and his own life led him down the same sort of path. They kill, for a purpose. They don't murder. It's her fault. If she'd used the means available sooner. Her hesitation has now cost a man his life. Feeling her heart breaking, she brings up her right hand and fires her Widow's Bite, aimed for the middle of Clint's back.
Clint Barton	They don't murder, no. Kill on orders, but, that is a job, isn't it? Even if its always tangled with a war inside of him on some aspect. Its never sat well with him and yet the young agent he took without hesitation. Clint is not himself, despite him trying to fight to keep from hitting Nat. Clint continues to stalk down the hallway. That is, until the shock slams against his back like he's been hit by a livewire. He stops in his tracks, convulsing under the shock as he drops to his knees. He's stunned- for as long as it lasts. As soon as it ends, though? He starts to get back up again and start walking. At least Nat might get an idea of how she can stop him long enough to ... tie him up and throw him in a cell or something.
Natasha Romanoff	That should've put him down for a good two minutes. Even with his constitution. She pushes a hidden button, increasing the level. Half power. Enough to put down a charging bull elephant. She aims for the middle of his back again, walking toward him slowly as she does so. Closing the distance between them. If she were any other woman, she would be crying right now. She fires the Bite, expression hard as stone.
Clint Barton	Clint manages another step or two before he's struck again, dropping to a knee as he screeches in that horrid tone. Half power pauses him temporarily, a little longer than before, at least. Pushing through, he rises again, continuing to stalk forward. Part of him is trying to force Nat to put him down and do it hard. Sometimes they are forced to do things that tear at their very soul. They've been there, in the past. He'll have a lot to apologize for tomorrow.
Natasha Romanoff	"Forgive me, my friend." Natasha whispers the words, hoping that his soul will hear since he will not. She raises her arm one last time. Full power. Lethal. She hopes it will have the effect the first shot should have. She hopes she doesn't kill her best friend. A push of a button and a crackle of electricity in the air, the burning stench, the third shot fired.
Clint Barton	The third shot is like being wrapped in active power lines. Clint screeches that horrible flatlining sound again in a wail as he convulses under the strength of the stun. It finally brings him all the way down to his knees and he fails to fight through it, falling on his face. He groans, that sound still escaping him in whines, but the stun is effective. If Nat is fast enough.. he's not moving.
Natasha Romanoff	Natasha doesn't hesitate this time. She saw the cost of that already. Instantly, she is on top of him, pulling on gloves to protect herself as he does so. A pair of metal handcuffs appear, snapped quickly around both his wrists, behind his back, so that lethal hand won't be able to be used. She makes sure the cuffs are tight enough he can't slip them. At least not immediately. This will require speed. Out of her gauntlet comes her Widow's Line, the powerful cable dragged free. She uses it to bind him, arms and legs, basically leaving him hogtied. "We have to move him now to one of the containment cells. Before he gets loose." Because he will get loose. She knows him well enough to realize that.
Clint Barton	While still stunned, Clint can't do much but wail in that annoying and horrid sound and convulse as the shocks wrack through his body. He should be dead. Really. But as he's tied up- Nat only just finishes before that stun begins to wear off. He struggles, but can't get free. At least not yet. Clint is a wily, rather tricksy guy. It will take him a minute, only because Nat knows how to make life extremely difficult for him. With him tied up, Agents start to flood the hallway. To avoid touching him to transport, they bring in a medical stretcher to shove him over onto, making Zombie Barton screech in anger as he struggles. For the moment, the Agents are following Nat's lead so they can carry Barton off to where she calls. They just might get him under control after all.
Natasha Romanoff	The security hallway is a short trip but Natasha walks beside the stretcher the entire way. She keeps her eyes on him, staying to his rear so that she can watch those hands and feet. If he starts to get loose, she'll know it. The cell is sparse, just a cot and a screened in area with a toilet and sink. There are no bars. Instead it is a containment field, designed so it can hold super powered beings of various powers. He is placed inside and moved to the floor near the cot. Not on the cot. No, because they still have to get those bindings off him. Otherwise, those items become weapons. "Everyone out." She waits until they take the stretcher and move out into the monitoring area. Then she kneels down beside him, bringing out the handcuff key. She puts herself in his line of sight, a dangerous thing to do since now his hands and feet are not monitored and she knows him. Knows what he will be doing now that she's not able to see. She speaks but her voice is low, barely audible. He will be reading her lips anyway. "Clint, just fight it for a few more seconds so I can get you loose. Then you'll be safe in here." She brushes a hand over his face, a touch as she'd done when he was in the coma. She doesn't dare waste more than the second. Three quick movements and the tie is removed as are the cuffs as she jumps out of range, prepared to fight again if she has to.
Clint Barton	The Agents carry Hawkeye as per the senior Operative's instructions. Once the other Operative is placed inside the room, the others clear out to the main room on standby in case they are required. At this point, given the situation, most of them are armed with a kill order if necessary. Not that he can particularly die at the moment. Clint growls, his natural, primal state wanting to fight and struggle. His glazed eyes have grown cold. His soul knows exactly what he did. Exactly against everything he is. It is a horrible tear on his soul and the pain is evident. Once Clint is freed, he is on his feet instantly, turning to face Natasha in a screaming wail of anger and pain. But he is not trying to escape. There is a glimmer of the harsh sadness and pain in his eyes. He is there. Somewhere. Barely. If she hesitates for even a moment, he will shove her (with his left hand) out of his cell. Either way, the second Natasha is clear, one of the junior Agents slams on the switch, containing Barton. He screams and punches at the containment- his natural instinct to want to be free kicking in, but he's not going anywhere. "Ma'am? What about the others that were knocked out? If they turn into things like him..." Things. Well. That Agent might be facing the fury of the Widow for the lack of respect in her tone.
Natasha Romanoff	"Things?" Her tone is as cold as the arctic. Natasha doesn't look at the junior agent. Her eyes are on the man in the cell. "They are still agents and SHIELD personnel. You will speak of them as such or I will be very displeased." She closes the distance to the containment field, standing opposite the irate Clint. "Bring all those in comas to the containment cells. Tony Stark and any others who have been effected must also be contained. Pass the word to the proper authorities and Jarvis." Then she glances over her shoulder at the agents all standing around, some keeping their eyes down but others staring at the man in the cell. "Get. Out. Now." There is no argument. All of them leave the room. Still Natasha stands, watching her friend, knowing he is in there because he shoved her out of the cell before she could dodge out on her own. She brings her hand up to the field opposite him, palm flat, fingers splayed slightly apart.
Clint Barton	The other Agents scatter like roaches. The idiot that spoke out of line probably has a fire under her ass now. And will probably be avoiding Natasha for a few days. The zombified Avenger screams that horrible noise from his side of the cell. While his body may have been temporarily mutated, as it were, souls are a funny thing. And there can't be any denying his connection with Natasha, regardless of what may be or not be. Clint touches the cell's containment field, resisting the crackling electricity that generally discourages contact, his left hand resting over where hers is. Though the moment is only that- a heartbeat and the more primal screaming in his head and drive takes back over as Clint loses his internal battle for the time being, starting to beat with both fists as he wails at being contained.
Natasha Romanoff	Still she watches him for long minutes. Her mind is going through everything that happened. Going back to the datapad and the information she learned from the attack. "I'll find the one that did this to you. I'll make him fix it." It's good Clint is supressed because what happens next would upset him. With force of will, she puts aside Natasha. The love she feels for the archer? Gone behind that stone mask she wears. The woman is tucked away for another time. The hero who serves with the Avengers is not present either. She has also been shelved with all the good deeds that she has tried to do to make up for her heritage. No, in that moment, he will see the deadliest Widow ever created in the Red Room. She embraces the coldness of her training. Death shows in her emerald eyes. Her voice is just as calm as ever but there is a resonance to her words. THey are a vow. "And if he doesn't, I will kill him." The Black Widow turns on her heel and walks away without another backward glance.