Betrayal Part One

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(Peter doesn't have any powers, and he was adopted by Tony six months ago.)

By the time he finally comes around, Peter knows nothing about what's happened, all he knows is that he's panicking. He comes to the conclusion that he's blindfolded and sitting on a chair. And no matter how hard he tries, he can't stand up, he's still very disoriented from whatever they had drugged him with.
"Hello?" His voice is shaky and rough, and he fights to hold back the tears that are building behind his eyes. And then a door clicks open, followed by two different sets of footprints. He stops breathing for a worrying long amount of time, fear clouding his mind. And then the blindfold is removed, and when he opens his eyes, he's met with an awful sight.
"Uncle Steve?" The child asks, looking around the dimly-lit room, where he sees only a table and another person who he had seen on TV, The Winter Soldier.
He looks down quickly, only to be met with the sight of thick leather straps wrapped around his ankles and wrists. He starts to thrash, instincts telling him to tug at the restraints.
"Hey, kid." Steve's voice is quieter than normal, almost sad.
"I- What-"
"I'm sorry." The man cuts his confusion off, only to be met with a pair of watery eyes.
"Let me go. Let me- Let me go. I want my dad. Steve-" Peter's voice is hoarse, the lump at the back of his throat building up. He had heard news about The Winter Soldier, knew the things he had done. He had killed Tony's parents, his dad's parents.
"He needs to be quiet." The man says, voice low as he steps closer to the kid.
"You killed my grandparents. You-"
Peter's petrified face looks up to the man's dark eyes, full of emptiness. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"It's not personal, really, I wish I didn't have to. But, Tony left me no choice. He needs to understand that I can't sign the accords. You can persuade him to write new ones, or to get rid of them completely." Steve explains, leaning against the table in front of him.
"So you're just gonna keep me here? Like I'm some hostage?" Peter asks, sadness replaced with anger, "We're supposed to be family!"
Steve doesn't say anything, all he does is sigh and rub the back of his neck.
"Keep your voice down." Barnes says, more harsh this time, the change of tone makes the kid go dead silent.
"Where are we?" Peter asks curiously, needing to know his coordinates so that he can tell Tony if they call him.
"It's not important. But do keep your voice down, I don't want to have to gag you."
"Tell me where we are."
"Kid, look around. You don't get to make demands here, you don't get to do anything that we don't tell you to do." Steve says, standing up straight and walking towards him.
Peter drops his head to look at his feet, and then he thinks to himself, 'Why would I have to be quiet? There must be people around.'
So he takes a breath, and prepares himself to do something either very brave, or very stupid.
"Somebody help me! I'm down here! I need help! I've been kidnapped!" He screams at the top of his lungs, but before he has the chance to get any more words out, The Winter Solider's metal hand is wrapped tightly around his mouth. The cold grip is so tight, Peter thinks he might break his jaw. He pulls Peter's head back from behind, and then he whispers quietly in his ear.
"Shut... up..." The words are so fierce, his tone is so threatening.
"I didn't want to have to do this." Steve says plainly, leaving the room, leaving Peter alone with a criminal. The kid, in response, struggles to get free from his grip, tears beginning to flow silently.
And then Steve comes back in, holding a black bag. He unzips it and pulls out a white cloth, a bottle of liquid and a black cloth. He uses the white one to cover the top of the bottle, tipping it upside down so the contents pour onto it.
He moves dangerously close to Peter, who's anxiety and fear is so severe that he thinks he'll have a panic attack. Bucky's hand is still covering his mouth, but he moves his fingers then to hold him still by his jaw.
"No- No please, Steve, don't..." He's rambling, he knows that, but he can't do anything else. But his pleading does nothing, instead his nose and mouth are both covered by the cloth. His eyes begin to close as the fumes completely take over his senses. His head is so light, and suddenly, darkness takes over his vision.

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