Natasha watched as Clint closed the last of the distance between them. She bit her lip as he grabbed her, his nails digging into her. She was thankful for her cat suit, had it not been for that preventing him from digging into her skin, she would have felt more pain. She muffled a cry as Clint kicked her much like Loki had earlier. Hanging from the ceiling she was like their own personal punching and neither showed any signs with having a problem of using her as one.

Her handcuffs were digging into her wrists, slowly starting to try and break through her skin as her feet yearned to touch the ground. Her shoulder cried as her body felt as though she was being pulled away from them by gravity. Her leg screamed each time she managed to put pressed on it. Her sides burn from kicks both men had delivered to her. She held Clint's eye after he kicked her. The two of them had learnt how to hold out from torture together... He knew what and how to break. Even if Loki didn't want any information, Clint knew how to get the man was he wanted. Clint knew how to make her suffer and now, she had to hold out against her well muscled partner beating her while she just hung there defenseless. Even if she was on the ground, on her feet, she left like she was still be rather defenseless. She couldn't kick and handcuffs made punching hard. 

She set her jaw and looked at Loki, he had the upper hand, but she couldn't tell him that. It wouldn't stop him. She smirked, "A human has caused you that much grief?"