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Waking up slowly, Evie's mind was groggy from whatever Rumlow had injected her with. Taking stock of anything else he might have done, she takes a few shallow breaths to calm her racing heart. Keeping her eyes closed to try and help with the dizziness Evie listens for the mans voice. Not hearing anything she tried to stand up, but she found that she was locked in place to a chair that looked very similar to the memory suppressing machine. A quick look behind her let Evie know it was just a chair. Slumping in relief she closed her eyes because the dizziness hit her hard a second time.

Taking her time she takes several deep breaths to help the rolling nausea that hit her. Groaning, Evie lifted her head to get a better look at her surroundings. She was in what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. The most that was in here was some rusted machines at the far end of the building. Across from her were a couple of workbenches that were currently being used to hold some guns, papers, possibly maps and other belongings Evie assumed belonged to Rumlow and whoever else was with him.

It's as Evie focused her attention to the metal bindings of the chair that she hears voices. Shifting her focus, she could hear Rumlow and at least three others talking outside. A man who sounded French yelled, "Who the fuck is she and what the fuck is she doing here, Rumlow?"

Clearly Brock hadn't discussed his plans with his new friends and they were a tad upset.

Rumlow answered like it was no big deal that he'd just kidnapped her. Again. God, she was getting tired of this shit. "Relax. She isn't your problem. After we deal with Rogers and his pals, I'll deal with her."

A second man she didn't recognize chimed in. The panic in his voice was clear as day giving away his age as someone much younger than his friends. "We can't take her with us or whatever it is you're gonna do with her, Brock!"

"I said me, not we, Lawson. You guys can take off once we're done." Evie could picture Rumlow rolling his eyes and crossing his arms in that stupid way he does.

The third man, who sounded British, scoffed. "Not how this works, mate. Fill us in or I walk in there and put a bullet in her pretty little head." She heard Rumlow sigh. Evie really hoped he would just tell them she was a nobody. That she wasn't an enhanced soldier like Steve and Bucky and had connections to Hydra. Evie had enough bad people using her like she was a pawn in her lifetime.

His next words though had Evie silently groaning. "She's Tony Stark's daughter. I planned on selling her back to him."

Okay, now she really wished he'd gone with the super soldier explanation.

Frenchie spouted off in French calling him a fucking idiot before switching back to English. "Tony Stark doesn't have any kids. Everyone knows this."

"Yes, he does. I know because I was tasked with taking her two years ago for Pierce to use against Stark." Rumlow tells them. Someone must have made a face or something because he growls, "Fuck. Fine. I'll cut you in, but this is my score so that means I get top share."

As she listened to them haggling over how much they would each get from her ransom, Evie was busy trying to get loose. No way was she going to just sit there and deal with whatever it was Brock had planned for her while they waited to hear from Tony Stark. Checking out the metal cuffs that were holding down her forearms and shins, she was sure she could get out of at least one or two before they came in to stop her. She just had to decide which ones. Seeing as she was ambidextrous it wouldn't matter which of her hands she freed. But she for sure needed her left leg for balance to get her right leg out.

Thanking God that she started working out again recently, Evie braced herself and worked on getting her leg out first. It sounded dumb, but if she could do it quickly she might be able to get both hands free right after, giving her a better chance to get away. However, the sound of the metal and bolts straining let her know she was close but was making more noise than she'd like. She paused for a second. When she heard the men still arguing she got back to work.