"Director Fury is requesting the presence of the extended avengers in the meeting room," the human like voice of Jarvis sounded, and Tony sighed before getting up.

Their private meeting room was on the living floor, used more often than anyone would believe, so the walk there wasn't far. When Tony arrived, the room already contained Natasha, Steve and Bucky, and of course Fury himself, meaning a full house.

Tony didn't offer a word as he sat down next to the others.

"We have a problem," fury opened.

"You have a problem. Solve it yourself," Tony told, standing up again. He was still angry at the man for sending his daughter to Mojave for no good reason, no matter how safe he said the mission was.

"Sit down, Stark," fury ordered.

"Actually, I'm done taking orders from you. Apparently you got my daughter to obey you, one Stark is enough," he claimed.

"This is about your daughter," Fury told. Tony looked at him before slowly sitting down again.

"What about Lana?" Steve questioned with narrowed eyebrows, glancing to Bucky to see if he knew anything, but he looked as concerned as he was.

"And why is that an avengers matter?" Added Natasha.

"Not just Ms Williams, but the Joint Dark Energy Mission Facility. As you may know, Williams and Barton recently left to go there because we worried something would happen. And now, something did happen," Fury informed coldly.

"A portal opened and a man came through. The place blew up-"

"WHAT?"

"-however everyone got out of there before it did," Fury finished.

"For gods sake," Tony sighed, half annoyed and half relieved.

"Where are they? They must be a bit shocked," Steve asked.

"That's the bad part. They both left with the man. Loki, as he called himself."

"Why would they leave with him?" Natasha asked confused.

"Well... He seemed to have Barton under some sort of mind control," Fury told.

"Are you telling me someone is controlling my daughters mind?" Tony asked, standing up angrily.

"No," fury answered quickly, Tony sitting down again.

"He kidnapped her," Fury admitted.

"So. You, mortal, dared steal from me?" Loki asked slowly, walking around Lana. She wasn't sure how she was standing - not only did she have but one shoe on, she couldn't feel her legs. Whether it was fear, adrenaline or something entirely else, it had stolen all sense of feeling in her legs.

"I'm not the criminal here," she told, swallowing the lump in her throat; "I didn't steal shit."

She wasn't sure where she was, but the big room had no windows and no furniture. In other words, it was unused. No one would stumble across them.

"Tell me, and I'll let you go," he offered, almost politely, and stopped directly in front of her. Clint was standing behind him, entirely unaffected by the situation it'd seem.

"No, you won't," Lana replied honestly. Loki smiled.

"Clever girl," he commented, turning his head a bit to the side; "we'll just have to do it this way." He raised the spear, pointing it at her heart.

She closed her eyes as it neared her, fearing whatever would happen.

"Stop!" She then cried, opening her eyes. Loki just smiled, continuing.

"If you do this you'll never find out where it is!" She claimed desperately.

"Perhaps you don't understand mind control, love," he told her annoyed; "once I do this, you will fully be under my command. You'll hand over anything I ask you to."

"If I know where it is, at least," Lana replied quickly, making Loki narrow his eyebrows.

"This does not erase your memory," he assured her (or himself) and pointed to the spear before lifting it toward her heart again.

"Doesn't it? How do you know?" She challenged, crying for her legs to carry her away.

"This is not the first time I have done this, mortal," he reminded her.

"No, no, you're right. You did it with Clint," she agreed, and Loki smiled satisfied.

"Of course, he did forget about me when you did it," she added, Loki stopping in his tracks.

"I mean, Clint knew where I was the entire time. If your mind control makes him so loyal, why didn't he tell you right away? Because he forgot I was even there! He only found out when I gestured for him to do something, otherwise he would've never remembered or even noticed me!" Lana told hurriedly.

"I can smell lies," Loki informed her; "And the mortal remembered the other man well enough."

"Maybe it only affects short term memory. Think about it, when have you ever done it and had the victims remember what happened right before?"

"You're playing games, mortal," Loki hissed, lifting the spear again.

"Maybe I am. But even if I did do something, I won't remember when you do that. You lost your chance at finding out, and you know that! Otherwise, you would've done it immediately," she tried arguing.

"I did not do it immediately because I had no use for you," he assured her.

"Before we left the building, then, once you knew you had to bring me. It only takes seconds, you could've done it and not have Clint struggle with bringing me. You didn't do it because you know damn well you can't risk it," Lana hissed at him, unsure if this would get her killed or keep her alive.

Loki looked at her with an unreadable expression, before letting out a deep scream of frustration.

"You are going to regret this," he warned her angrily.

"I'm helping both of us here! I don't want to be mind controlled, you want to know for sure I never stole anything. This is the best option for both of us," Lana tried convincing him. Loki glanced at her.

"You make decent points, mortal," he stated, still sounding angry; "perhaps, our involvement can benefit us both."

Lana sighed out a breath of relief.

"Given, of course, I am sure that you did, in fact, not steal from me," he added, turning to Clint; "find out what she knows and then find me."

He turned around, his cape dramatically flowing through the air and left the room.

"Clint," Lana tried; "Clint, Clint plea-"

Her sentence was interrupted by the moan of pain escaping her mouth as Clint punched her. Her legs collapsed under her and she landed on the floor, gasping for air.

"Clint!" She tried again, only for another punch to hit her, this time making her head hit the floor.

She screamed as she felt her leg burn in a sudden burst of pain and looked at it to find Clint holding it.

"Tell me what you know," he said calmly.

"Clint, plea-"

Another wave of pain hit her, and Lana could have sworn she heard a snap.

"Wait, wait, Clint, you're still in there!" She realised before a kick hit her in the stomach.

Clint had seen her hide the ring, whatever it was, in her shoe. She made up the whole short term amnesia thing, but either her random theory was actually true or he was holding back information from Loki.

"Clint," she tried again, receiving another hit.

He'd shot Fury, would he do that if he had control?

Punch.

He would if he had no choice. But...

Punch.

Clint was one of the best shots in the world, he could've hit Fury in the head, he could have hit him in his damn eye socket if he had wanted to!

Punch.

As she felt the blood run down from her burst lip she realised Clint would have known Fury was wearing a bulletproof vest - just as she knew he had, and that he was alive.

Punch.

He'd speared Fury's life, and now he was saving her.

Punch.

"It's okay," she told, sinking the pain as he punched her again; "I know you're in there, I know you know what you're doing, and I know you have no choice."

She slowly got up, watching Clint carefully.

"I know you probably feel like shit for beating me up, and I'll admit I'm not loving it either," she told, slowly stepping back. The wall wasn't far behind her, maybe she could have Clint punch her and then duck, making him injure his hand. She wasn't an agent, she couldn't fight him even if she wanted to, this was her best chance. His hand would heal, she reminded herself.

"I forgive you," she told slowly; "for doing this. I'm not mad."

Just two more steps...

But before she could take the first, another punch hit her, making her turn before falling, her head hitting the wall and making it figuratively explode in pain.

She cried for air as she slid down the wall, Clint grabbing her arm and turning her around before throwing her so her back hit the wall.

Had her left eye not been in too much pain to open, the blood from the wound above it would've entered it, but it just slowly dripped down the side of her face, landing on the floor in little drops, each making a little splish sound.

"Tell me where you put it," he ordered, pulling out a knife from somewhere she couldn't see.

"Clint," she said, reaching a panicked state. How badly would he hurt her when mind controlled? How far would he go, even when holding back?

"Clint!" She yelled as he moved it forward, the blade entering her torso, making her scream in pain.

"Where is it?" He demanded emotionlessly. The tears streamed down her face and mixed with the blood. The sobs of pain echoed throughout the big room.

"Clint," she let out between sobs, and she felt the knife move downwards inside of her.

She wanted to let out a scream, but before she could, or maybe after, she wasn't sure, she passed out.