Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as Barton's words. Did he have that information just locked away in his head, just in case. She had tried to repress those memories, sitting with him and trying to make each other talk or having someone do it to them, to ensure the other wouldn't blab. Maybe, when Barton was forced to flip, these memories presented themselves. A sickening feeling filled her stomach as the thought of him offering up this information to Loki, sparking this sadistic plan. She looked at Clint, attempting to hide any all signs of worry from her face, "Perfect. I get to practice."

She shook her head, "Soon you are going to find, Loki. That you are just going to have wished that you had," she rested her head on her arm and looked Clint, "Can we get on with this? Might as well just get it over with. You can try to get me to beg for mercy and I'll die without a word... How unsatisfactory."