chapter five
╰  ( age of ultron )

tw : torture + blood

💫 ━━ CLINT Barton was quick to head towards the young girl sprawled across the floor. He had tucked his arrows back into his holder, and swung his bow over his shoulder. His lips were twisted in concentration, racking his brain on what to do.

Just because he had kids, it didn't mean he knew what to do when someone else sent a child into a forced nightmare. Heck, whenever his own kids had nightmares he would just end up playing games with them to keep them awake.

"Kid?" Clint asked hopelessly, Paisley wasn't going to answer anytime soon. "Okay, then."

Paisley stirred but didn't wake up.

Paisley stood alone, but she really wasn't alone. In front of her was a younger version of herself, the very childlike version of herself.

Paisley watched her younger self do ballet, a ballet instructor ordering them to go again and again, to be better. Young Paisley held a smile on her lips as she mimicked the ballet dance the slightly older girl in front of her was doing. She was having fun, enjoying the movement.

"Young woman!" The instructor glared at Paisley, her eyes narrowed as she talked loudly. Everyone has stopped at the voice, turning their own heads slight as they looked to make sure it wasn't themselves who was being called out. "You are not doing it correctly."

Paisley didn't seem to understand what the older woman meant. Her little hands were placed were she had been told to place them — right on her sides. Her feet were in the spot they were supposed to be. Paisley wasn't sure what she was doing wrong. "Sorry, ma'am."

The instructor wasn't having it though. She continued to yell at Paisley until the young girl was a crying mess and begging for the woman to stop — but for the little girl, that's what they wanted, they wanted to to break.

As Paisley watched her younger self drop to the floor, the scene around her changed and she was a year or two older.

The dream Paisley was holding a gun tightly in her grip. In front of her was a person — someone who had most likely wronged the red room, but that didn't matter to Paisley. Paisley saw the pure panic in the persons eyes, and she just couldn't pull the trigger and kill them.

So instead she placed the gun at her feet and turned towards Madam B. "I can't." Paisleys words came out weak and quiet, soft and scared.

"You must." The woman spoke back.

Paisley, the really life Paisley who was living the dream was screaming at her younger-self. She was trying to get the younger girl to run, run away as far as she could.

But things don't always work out in favour, because the dream Paisley didn't run. Instead she was knocked down to her knees with hot tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.

The older woman, the woman in charge looked towards some of the trained black widows, the ones that would obey any order. "Take her away. HYDRA could use her."

Just like that, the scene changed and Paisley found herself standing between to black widows, her hands were tied in front of her, and her feet were tied together. The door opened and a tall man stood there with a sick smile, but Paisley didn't see the smile like that, instead she saw somewhere where she wouldn't be broken down.

"Она теперь твоя." One of the widows spoke, their hands grasping ahold of Paisley and practically shoving her inside the open door.

( she is yours now )

The man smirked, his brain already filling with ideas of what HYDRA could do to the young girl. "ГИДРА ценит это, мы ценим наш подарок от вас."

( hydra appreciates this, we appreciate our gift from you )

Paisley was freed from her restraints before she was lead away from the door, and towards another room where a big metal machine was placed right in the middle of said room. The man directing Paisley continued to walk the young girl forward.

"This won't hurt, you'll be just fine." The man spoke and he lifted Paisley into the chair, once she was sitting he started to fasten the belts around her wrists and ankles. A mouth piece was placed into her little mouth. "I'll be over in a snap."

And then they pressed the red button and Paisley could only watch as her six year old self  was screaming through the pain. As HYDRA scrambled whatever memories she was trying to hold onto.

And the eleven year old screamed, the  scene changed one last time.

"Dad?" Paisley called out, it was like she was living now. Like she was able to be in control, only she didn't know yet that this was only the nightmare her aunt had created for her. "Dad!"

"Paisley." Pietro looked at his daughter. His face was bloody. There was very little space on his face that didn't have blood. "You did this."

Paisley blinked and instead of her dad being all bloody, it was her aunt,"Wandy!"

"You did this. You did this. You did this." The words just echoed around her until everything went black.

Clint Barton had carried the young girl into the quinjet, made sure she was safely buckled up.

"Why am I the babysitter." Clint has asked himself as everyone else sat quietly in their own seats. "Always me, huh."