We are just boyfriend and girlfriend...

Hostage

It's been two weeks since y/n and Natasha was taken. Two weeks since Me and y/n both spoke some hurtful things. Two weeks since I planned to ask her to marry me with a romantic meal and two weeks since Steve and I both lost control, ignoring our fellow Avengers, hurting, torturing and killing Hydra agents. I don't care anymore. I haven't even able to wash the blood off my body or shave. We just kill after kill. I guess, I was right about the Winter Soldier is still inside me. 

Steve is the same. He is a total different person now. He wants Natasha back, just as much as I want y/n.

I know the rest of the Avengers feel as useless as we both do. I can't think what Wanda must be feeling, her two best friends, kidnapped while she stayed behind carrying the twins. She feel awful, I know because it how I feel. Why the hell did I have to start the stupid argument, I just want her home, safe with me in the Tower. Our home.

I take a gulp of whiskey from the bottle and pass it on to Steve while he cleans his hands with a musty cloth.

"You think he was telling the truth?" Steve ask, taking a swig from the bottle. I stare at mine and Steve handy work we did on the dead agent in the other room, tied up to a wooden chair and covered in blood.

"Who knows." I pick up the knife sticking up from a table and walk cross the wall where a map lays. "I guess we find out." I spear the knife in to the map. Marking Russia.

"I'm not eating this." I hiss at the guard through the bars. The tray in my hand is filled with an unknown sludge, glops off the tray.

"You will." The guard spoke in a thick accent. "Or we will feed you through a tube like your little black widow there." He point his baton at Natasha who sits against the room with one leg bent up and her arm leans off her knee.

"Trust me, y/n." Natasha looks up from her tray on the floor next to her. "It's not worth it. They don't even have strawberry milkshake flavours but then again what do we expect with this shit." Natasha picks some up her spoon and flings it in front of her. She turns her head and looks at me and the guard.

"Oh boo." I put a thumb down at him. "What kind of an establishment do you call this?" I take the tray in my hand and sit next to Nat. "You definitely getting a bad review on Yelp. Will not be returning."

"We call it prison." The guard snapped. "You stupid bitch." He said in Russian and leaves the room.

"You know with all this sludge we can make a snowman." I start moulding the sludge with my spoon. "Wanna build a snowman, Nat?" I elbow her.

"I'm surprised your ex hasn't come down and see you yet." She plainly spoke as she looks ahead of the cell bars in front of us.

"He won't. Not yet anyway." I carry on sculpting the unknown substance. "He's dramatic like that, he likes when you on the edge, not knowing what going to happen next kind of thing." My snowman stands tall for a while until collasping on it self. "It's his move." I said, sliding the tray across the floor, spraying some of the mixture on the floor itself.

"Why did you lie to us, about him selling you?" She turns her head to me.

"I guess it was wishful thinking. He would leave me chained days on end with bare minium of food and water. Then pops in like it was nothing. I always felt alone, never did I ever dreamed about getting out. Just dreamt of pain. He enjoyed watching me being weak and begging at his feet. He was needy, like a small spoilt child. He always got his own way." I shrug my shoulders as I stare at the sludge on the floor. "But I was scared how you all would think of me, how I let someone like him into my life and ruined it like he has done, like now." Natasha takes my hand.