Natasha looked at Clint and nodded, "Right..." She took his hand in her own again, "I'm sorry about that.... Cognitive Recalibration... I'm just glad it worked."

She squeezed his hand lightly. A moment after, the drugs seemed to kick in again, her eyes grew heavy and soon closed. Her head lulled to the side as she quickly fell asleep.

She awoke some hours later in a cold sweat, biting her tongue, trying not to scream. She tried to move to find her hand were restrained to the bed. She started to tug at them trying to make them release her. As she did the fear of hanging in that bloody freezer and Clint slowly walking toward her, filled her mind. She fighting against the restraints, freaking out. A nurse ran in as her heart rate started to elevate. She could have handled the image of her being trapped but it was Clint that threw her into a panic. The woman held her down against the bed, trying to calm her as she called for a doctor.