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Steve's been watching you since he saved you that day, keeping tabs on you. You were living with your aunt after Hydra killed your parents. He talks to you, tells you some things about him. Your aunt finally met him, thanking him for getting you out of there before you got hurt. Even more that is. Hydra broke your arm and beat you a little. You were dehydrated and fatigue, having help with Steve and your aunt to get you back to almost normal. Almost.

You got off the bus, knowing it wasn't a day you could see Steve. You had to walk the block, keeping your headphones in as you put your backpack on fully. You knew Steve was watching somewhere, looking around to try and see him. The only person you saw, was a man dressed in full black. Recognizable black. You opened your phone and hit Steve's contact, calling him the second you could.

"Hey, what's up?" He answered after a few rings, sounding a little out of breath.

"Where are you?" You asked, a little distressed as you turned around to walk the back way.

The thing about Steve, is he caught onto it the second he heard it, and stopped what he was doing. "Why, what's wrong?" He answered, looking at Bucky, who he was training with.

"Someone was waiting at the end of my street." You responded, looking back to see he started walking behind you. "Steve, he's following me, and I can't get home." You told him, your voice a little quick as you started walking faster.

"I'll be there in five minutes, don't go home." He warned, leaving the room with Bucky on his tail. When you didn't answer, he got worried, not even thinking about changing as he got on his bike. "Y/N, are you there?" He questioned before he started it up, looking back at Bucky, who was now sitting next to him on his own motorcycle.

While Steve was running through the tower, the guy had someone else who was walking down the street, stopping you. He took the phone and crushed it, ending the call with Steve. The one behind you pulled you to him, a hand on your waist, another over your mouth. You tried to fight them off, but something was in your neck quickly, and out of you as it was in. Your vision faded and you had the surge of weakness run through you, collapsing in the man's arms as a van pulled up.

Steve watched as a black van pulled off the street in a zip, not hesitating to follow it. That's when he realized your aunt was still at home, now having to decided. You or your aunt. He stopped and turned around, Bucky following in confusion. "She could be in there, Steve." He said over the comms in the helmuts.

"Her aunt needs to know whats happening. Besides, J.A.R.V.I.S already got a picture of the license plate." He replied, zipping forward to your house. He didn't waste a minute as he pulled into the driveway, not even bothering to knock on the door. "Laurie! Laurie, are you here?" He called out, roaming around the house until he got to the master bedroom.

Your aunt was on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding her pale body. Steve dropped down next to her, turning her on her back to see all the injuries. She was cold, meaning there was no saving her. Three shots to the stomach, staining her light blue shirt with the dark liquid. "No, please." He whimpered as he held her cheek, shaking his head in disbelief that she was actually gone. You officially had no one, all because of Hydra.

Duct tape was wrapped around your wrists and ankles, a strip across your lips to silence you if you ever woke up. It was a long drive, so they would be sedating you as much as possible until they get to the destination. Of course there were set backs, having to deal with traffic, and the boss as they stopped to get gas in Brooklyn.

Your eyes started to flutter open, and you couldn't see much. The windows...there weren't any windows. Who doesn't have windows on a car? That's when you realized what was happening, sitting up. Your hands were in front of you, a thick layer of grey tape around the skin where your hand started. The same with your ankles, having the same problem. Your mouth was taped shut, making your cries muffled as you kicked the bottom the floor beneath you.