[the avengers ➼ imagines]

steve rogers ≫ kidnapped

Blood. That was all you could taste. The bitter, almost salty sensation made you feel sick to your stomach. The ropes binding your hands behind your back were so tight you could feel the circulation in your hands cutting off and you were almost sure they had turned blue. Strands of hair stuck to the dried up blood on your face. Your vision was deteriorating by the minute, making it almost impossible to take in your surroundings.

The mouldy stench in the air only added to your feeling of illness. Blood ran in streams all across the rock hard concrete floor, your blood.

You didn't know how much more of this you could endure before you finally broke. Your hard exterior was so close to cracking, you were like a time bomb slowly ticking away, waiting to explode. You had lost track of time quite a while ago so were unsure wether you had been her for a few days or a few weeks. The lack of sunshine made it impossible to know if it was day time or night time.

The large metal door began to creak open, as your kidnapper got closer you could feel your fear beginning to rise. If only this could all just be over.

"Ah, poor little (Y/N). Are your little superhero friends not coming to rescue you?" The man asked in a fake sympathetic tone. He twirled a large kitchen knife in his hands. That knife had brought you so much pain and inflicted scars upon you that would never, ever go away.

"G-go fuc-k yours-self. You spat, blood dripping from your mouth. You stared up at the man, your eyes glaring into his own.

"Don't ever speak to me like that. Ever." He said, hitting his hand off your cheek. You could feel the pain start to become more prominent on the area where he had hit you. "Do you really think they actually care about you? Because if they did then they would be here by now." A low chuckle emitted from his mouth, it was almost quite sinister sounding.

"Because I'm a nice person," You scoffed. "I'm going to let you talk to your friends."

A feeling of relief coursed through your body, maybe finally you might have a chance at getting out of this hell hole.

A black sack was put over your head, you knew there was no point in fighting it because it would only result in more torture.

"Ah, how nice it is to see you all. How have The Avengers being doing without their poor little (Y/N)?"

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*Third Person P.O.V*

All of The Avengers were gathered in the lounge area of Stark Towers, waiting impatiently on any news that might lead to your whereabouts. They were all grabbed from their thoughts when the large flat screen tv on the far wall began to make loud screeching noises. The screen was covered in static before it changed to an image of a pale, thin man standing staring at them.

"Ah, how nice it is to see you all. How have The Avengers been doing without their poor little (Y/N)?" The mystery man spoke. All of the Avengers heads shot up at the mention of your name.

"What have you done with her?!" Steve shouted, the veins in his neck popping out, his face going red. "If you have hurt her I swear to god I'll kill you with my bare hands."

"Don't worry old man, she's perfectly fine. Well she's alive." The man smirked, his sarcasm taunting the Avengers. The anger was rising up through them every time the man spoke.

The team was left completely speechless when a picture of you beaten up body appeared on screen, you looked as if you were on the verge of death.

"Oh my god." Natasha whispered to herself. Clint wrapped his arm around her shoulder in a protective manner. Tony stood not really taking in the situation, as did Bruce who was trying to keep his anger levelled. Thor, Pietro and Wanda stood with determined expressions, they knew that they would not let this man take one of their greatest friends away from them. Steve looked completely lost for words, he couldn't believe was he was seeing. His best friend and also the woman he loved was sitting there barely even alive and in that moment there was nothing he could do about it.

"Goodbye earths mightiest superheroes. You have 12 hours or she's dead." Your kidnapper spoke, your screams in the background brought Steve to tears.

"I'll find you (Y/N). We'll find you, I promise."
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You were awoken from your restless sleep by shouting outside of your cell. You got up to inspect it but before you could even get close to the door it was completely blown from it's hinges. Your body flew back and hit the far wall.

"I've found her. (Y/N), oh my god are you okay?" Steve.

"Steve, thank god." You cried, falling into the large mans arms. "I thought
I was going to die, I was so scared."

"You know I'd never let that happen (Y/N). I couldn't bare to live another moment without you. I love you." Steve smiled, tears rolling down his red cheeks.

"I love you too, Steve." You replied, leaning up to capture your lips with his own.
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Sorry this is so short but updates are just kind of slow and bad lately because I'm so stressed with school. Hope you all enjoy it.