(Requested by: pandarosita)
Scene: You get kidnapped by HYDRA.
(Warning: This is violent and sad. It deals with some subjects many are not comfortable with: torture, depression, etc.)
You had just gone another date with Steve Rogers. (A.K.A. Captain America, A.K.A. Your boyfriend) Yep, you still couldn't get used to it. The muscled, chivalrous, strikingly handsome super soldier that millions of girls drool over, was your boyfriend.
You guys had gone to a movie in the park. It was pretty good. It was an action movie with a side romantic relationship. And that pretty much described your relationship with him. Anyway, he dropped you off at your house and bid you goodnight with a kiss. Being the awkward couple you are, you both blushed after.
"I had a lot of fun, Cap." You said, folding your hands behind your back. "Me too, (Y/N). Goodnight." He bowed, and you giggled as you walked into your house. You quickly got dressed in a long-sleeved T-shirt and some sweatpants.
Ah, yes, sweatpants. The one article of clothing I'm actually comfortable in.
As you laid down to rest, you thought about how wonderful the night was.
*****
Rough. Pain. Confusion. Panic. Fear.
The five things you felt as someone grabbed you in the middle of the night. You screamed. A hand slapped your face. You screamed again. A bag was stuffed over your head.
Everything was so sudden, surreal.
Before you knew it, you couldn't breathe and you felt like your head was going to implode.
"Go to sleep." A gruff voice spoke. Though it was calm and quiet, it made you shake in terror.
Everything went black.
*****
Pain, lots of pain. You slowly opened your eyes only to be met with darkness.
Where am I? Is this a dream?
Your question was answered when a hand slapped your face. "Wake up." A small light had come on, and you couldn't see the attacker clearly. "Who are-" Another slap to the face. Blood.
You realized your body was tied down and you couldn't move. "Tell us. Where are the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" You heard a deep Russian accent. "Where?" The disembodied voice shouted.
You shook your head. Before you knew what was happening, a damp rag was placed over your face.
What? No! This isn't happening!
You had heard of this kind of torture before. Waterboarding.
Water. Suffocating. You were drowning.
No, I'm not. I'm on land.
But you were drowning. Water was pouring in your mouth and nose. You couldn't move. You couldn't move.
Then, it stopped. The rag was taken away. You gasped and sputtered, water oozing out of you. "I'll ask you again. Where are the headquarters for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" You shook your head. "I don't know. They don't tell-"
Water. No air. Panic. Drowning.
"You were with Captain America. You must know. Do. Not. Lie." The rag was taken off.
Sputter, sputter, gasp. "I told you, I don't know. They don't tell-"
Again. Again. Drowning. Water. No air. Water. Drowning. Again. Again.
