The New Avenger

Torture

Katherine's pov

My cries echo off the walls as the electricity causes my body to tense up. My vision is blurring around the edges. I feel a boot make contact with my gut and I cough up blood.

I've been here for three days and I don't know how much more of this I can take. Then I think of Bucky and my resolve solidifies.

My mother stands before me watching my distress. Her eyes hold no emotions as she looks at me

"All you have to do is join us, Katherine, you can rule by my side and all this will go away."

An image floods my mind. I stand with all the infinity stones in my hands, the Avengers dead at my feet.

"F-Fuck…you.”

She sneers at me and steps forward to look in my eyes. Pulling her sword from the sheath she pushes the blade into my leg.

I clench my teeth to keep from screaming as she looks at me with her cold sharp purple eyes. 

"Like father, like daughter."

She Rips the sword out of my leg stepping back to look at her handy-work likening what she's caused. She beckons a man over to take me away.

I gasp almost passing out when I get picked up as my ribs dig into the soldier's shoulder. They bring me to my cell and throw me in. I land on my broken arm crying out in agony.

Peter rushes to my side rolling me onto my back to take the weight off my arm. Looking down he sees my pant leg soaked with blood.

"Here."

He goes over to his corner and pulls something out of the dirt. When he comes back over there's a small cartridge resting in his palm.

Pointing it at my leg he presses a button and a white substance sticks to my leg. He puts it away and comes back to me.

slipping his hand into mine he looks down at me. There's grief in his gaze but I force a smile as I hold on to him.

"I managed to send out a signal from one of the computers, help should come soon.

He props me up into a sitting position. I'm covered in dark bruises. My head spins and I tip sideways.

Peter's pov

My hands shoot out to catch her head. I gently let go so her head can rest on my lap.

"P-Peter?"

"Yes?"

I whisper trying to hide my emotions from her. I look up at the ceiling as my voice breaks.

"T-thank…you.”

I stifle a sob that claws its way up my throat pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. She reaches up and strokes my cheek. I lean into her touch and cry.

Steve's pov

My phone starts ringing as I pull it out of my pocket and put it to my ear.

"Well that took you long enough…look I want her dead just as much as you…we can't kill her yet Thanos wants that privilege"

"Yes…no the team hasn't the slightest idea there's no need to worry.

Just as we finish our conversation there's a knock at my door. Throwing my phone on my nightstand and walk to the door. 

"Hey, Buck how ya holding up?"

I ask, stepping back so he could walk inside my room. He goes over to my bed and sits down, head in his hands.