Marvel/ actor imagines

Steve Rogers- family ties

Steve's POV
I've been kidnapped. Yeah. Good old Captain America was actually stupid enough to get himself into a situation like this. How you ask? I guess it's not a very long story.

Y/n and I got sent on a mission together to a Hydra base in the Swiss alps. We were supposed to take out their leader, but no cigar. I actually bargained with the Hydra leader to take me instead of her, so she was able to get away. She probably thinks I'm crazy.

That's another thing: we hate each other. Y/n and I... our relationship isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Back when Bucky first came to the compound, he chose her instead of me. To help him I mean. But it's cool, eventually he wanted my help as well, but since then Y/n and I haven't gotten along with each other. Maybe it would change if she ever comes to save me.

Narrators POV
"Mister Rogers." A man entered the room Steve was being held in. He sat tied to a metal chair, in a dark room with only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. "I assume your girlfriend knows of your parentage?" The man said. "No, she doesn't. And she's not my girlfriend." He muttered. "And do you know hers?" He asked. "Yeah, she's an Olympian right?" "As are you." He said. "But the serum-"
"Enhanced your natural abilities. They hadn't surfaced until you became Captain America. But now that you've become fully in touch with your Olympian side, you should know that you are a descendant of 'the mighty Hercules'" he said. "No shit." Steve lifted his head. "Lucky for you, you won't live to tell anyone." The man smiled. "What's that?" Steve asked. "Branding iron. Dipped in Hades' own blood. Hades is the king of the underworld, master of dark magic." He smirked. "It'll hurt like nothing you've ever felt in your life, Rogers." He spat.

Your POV
You snuck down the hall of the Hydra Base, down to where the presumed "boss's" office was. You heard footsteps ahead of you, so your quick thinking led you into the ventilation system on the ceiling. You crept down the shaft, and soon found yourself looking into the office of the most evil man in the world. And now was your chance to kill him. You entered his mind with the magic your lineage gave you, and ultimately sent him into cardiac arrest, before his brain stopped functioning. Yes, you knew it was cruel, and heartless, but that man deserved every ounce of pain you gave him. One for taking Bucky, two for taking Steve, three for causing all these problems for the Avengers, and four for the pain they've inflicted on everyone else. You showed enough mercy to send the memories of his life through his mind as he died, but then again maybe you shouldn't've. "Damn.  Took you long enough." You mumbled.

You backed out of the ventilation shafts, but stopped when you heard a distant screaming. It sounded like Steve. It sounded just like Steve. You weren't one to open up about your feelings, but when it came to Steve, you showed no hesitation. He hated you. Or so you thought, just because Bucky wanted the girl with the magic to try and heal him. It was okay though, it wasn't like you'd have a chance with him even if he didn't hate you. You were ninety nine percent sure he had a crush on Bucky.

You listened closely, and followed the sounds of his frantic shouts to hopefully locate your missing teammate.

Steve's POV
He wasn't joking. That branding iron hurts like hell. Pun fully intended. He dug it into my stomach, where he knew it would hurt the most. Whoever this guy was, he'd have hell to pay when I get out of this. The puns just keep rolling. But I guess there's one thing he forgot. Not only am I a descendant of Hercules, that would mean I'm a descendant of  Zeus as well.
But that iron. I was about to lose consciousness when I heard a faint gasp from the ceiling. It was    Y/n. She's here.

Narrators POV
You gazed down as you saw Steve being branded. But the iron didn't look hot, not at all. 'That iron is stone cold... but he sounds like he's in pain' you thought for a moment. "Stay still blue blood." You heard a deep voice say. It wasn't his. Your heart dropped. 'Blue blood. He bleeds blue, he's being burned by a cold iron...come to think of it, I know nothing about his family. That means he's—you gasped. The man branding him lifted the iron, and to your absolute horror, a big black star was left in its wake.