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Steve Rogers

You had some unusual friends. Where normally people would hang out a lot, go to the cinema's and stuff, you spend most of your time at SHIELD or inside the STARK tower. You weren't sure how it had happened, yet you had befriended Steve and that was how you had managed to 'infiltrate' SHIELD. After you had befriended Steve and he trusted you, you had managed to get to know the other Avengers. Tony and Natasha especially. They had turned into great friends. Bucky, he was even more bad ass in real and Pietro, he was was even more flirtatious than you could imagine. The rest, well they were also great friends, but the real connection you had with Steve.
You weren't sure whether it was because you met him first, which was inside a small coffee place. A place where you would usually get your coffee before work, Steve did the same thing. After seeing each other almost every morning, Steve had stepped towards of you in order to get to know you better. Ever since that moment the two of you met up in the same coffee place. When you had turned into more than just a stranger, Steve had told you more about himself. What had happened to him, why he was an Avenger and what he had been up to lately.
The other reason for your deep connection could be because you always looked up to him. He was Captain America. He had saved the world several times. He was such a good man and you admired that goodness. He didn't even realize it himself, he didn't seem to realize how great he was. Steve was incredibly humble and it suited him beautifully.
Right now you were in your bed, it was late and Steve had brought you to your apartment. He was such a sweetheart. You couldn't believe how much your life had changed ever since you had spoken to him. You had changed you job, you worked for SHIELD, but nothing too dangerous. Steve lived near you, so he would walk you home whenever you were free and when you had to work he would walk with you to SHIELD. Surprisingly enough your schedule was the same as his. You were at a point of your life where you didn't want to change a thing. You were happy. Nothing could change that.
Well, almost.
You heard something inside of your room, you could just feel someone looking at you. You weren't sure who was in your room, but something was off. Natasha wouldn't just get inside of your room, and Steve, well he would just mention something. Something was off. When you opened your eyes and went to touch your lamp, someone suddenly smacked you right in the head which caused you to loose consciousness immediately. Fortunately you went out quickly, so they wouldn't have to hit you an other time, but whoever did take you, were quick to cuff your hands. A sack was placed over your head and someone dragged your limp body downstairs towards of the car that was in front of your door. They didn't bother to close the door, nor did they worry about leaving clues behind. They wanted everyone to know that they had taken you.
The next morning Steve went to pick you up, like usual. Yet when he arrived at your place and noticed the open door, he knew something was wrong. You were neat, you were punctual. You wouldn't just leave your door open like that. He headed inside, "(Y/N)?!" he shouted, a couple of times while he ran around in your apartment. He didn't find you, he noticed your bed and it seemed like someone had wrestled there. In reality someone had picked you up after knocking you unconscious. When Steve was absolutely sure that you weren't inside, he headed to SHIELD in order to tell them something had happened to you.
When you woke up, your head was pounding. It hurt, your hair was sticking to your skin and when you tried to move you noticed that something was keeping you from moving. Your vision was blurry and the headache made it hard to focus. When you tried to move, a sharp pain was going through your back. "Look who is awake", you heard a voice chuckle. When you moved your head up a little, you groaned. You didn't know what they had done to you, but your whole body seemed to hurt. When you let your head fall down again you studied the red spots on the floor. "Now, come on, focus. We're going to have so much fun", that voice spoke again. It took you a few seconds.
A familiar looking man was standing in front of you, yet you couldn't remember him. When you did study the man, he punched you, square in the jaw. You were certain that if it would have been just a little bit harder, he would have broken your jaw. It was painful to move and all your muscles had tensed up. This time you didn't loose consciousness. You only huffed and spit when you felt your mouth fill up with liquid. Blood came out. "I can't wait to see his face, when he finds you. Because he will", Rumlow chuckled. Now you understood why you were here. "He will kill you", you huffed, you weren't certain about that. But you were certain that if Steve would bring Natasha, that his live would end rather quickly.
"I would like to see him try", the man laughed, he moved in front of you, grabbed your chin and pulled your face up. You hissed, he grabbed you right where he had hit you and it stung. "I'll let him know how it feels to lose something you love", Rumlow stretched his hand and jerked your head up roughly. He inched closer, his lips near your ear. "I'll make you scream until you can't even move a finger, and when he comes to save you. I'll kill you right in front of him", the man whispered before he punched you in your stomach. Your eyes widened and you gasped for air. It took you a few seconds to find it, you were gagging, certain that you would throw up any second.
Every Avenger was looking out for you. Steve and Tony had gone back to your apartment. Natasha was questioning the neighbors. Bucky was making sure to check their files, everyone, literally everyone was searching for you. Fortunately Tony had been so smart to hang up camera's in your apartment. So when they went to watch the footage they were quick to discover who had taken you. Now the question was where he had taken you and most importantly why. You weren't an Avenger. You were merely a friend and colleague. It appeared that Rumlow knew exactly who to take in order to strike the whole Avenger team.
Every second counted, everyone was aware of that.
It took Steve three hours until he found out where you were taken. The journey towards of you was hectic. Everyone was preparing for battle, yet Steve figured that everyone going on him, would create so much chaos. He didn't know in what kind of shape you were, he wanted this to go structured. To go quickly. That was why he had given everyone a special job. Natasha was going with him, Tony was going to keep an eye on the building. Pietro would be around in case something would go wrong. Bruce would be inside of the jet, he would have to aid your wounds if you had those. Clint was the one behind the 'wheel', Wanda stayed close to the building as well and Bucky would be flanking both Steve and Natasha.
When they landed, Rumlow looked up and smirked. He had released you from your cuffs and you lied curled up on the ground, blood all around of you. He had made sure that talking would be difficult, just like breathing and moving. Even if you wanted to leave, you wouldn't be able to do so on your own. You couldn't concentrate. All you heard was blood rushing through your head, the pounding and the ground was so cold.. "Yes, darling, stay like that. This is perfect", he hummed, his gun pointed at you.
Steve and Natasha were quick to enter the room, yet they stopped once the noticed the weapon and your state. Steve was overwhelmed. To see you that bloodied and bruised. You were slightly shaking, which indicated that you were still alive. Yet Steve was painfully aware that if this would take any longer, that you wouldn't be around. "Keep your eyes on her Captain, this will be the last time you see her", he threatened. Yet before he could pull the trigger a sudden rush of wind appeared in the room. Rumlow was thrown against of the wall and his gun was this time pointed at him. Natasha was quick to move and she was standing next to Pietro, her gun was pointed at Rumlow as well and he was roughly handcuffed.
Steve was at your side, he carefully pulled you from the floor and pressed you against of his chest. He ran outside, Bucky following him while they brought you inside of the jet. There you were strapped on a bed and Bruce began to investigate your injuries. Your eyes were open and you were desperately looking around to find someone. Someone else than the man that had beaten you up. He had spend the last four hours beating you, breaking your bones, making sure there would be a large puddle of blood. You had never been so abused. "I'm here, look at me", Steve pleaded while he sat next to you. He didn't dare to touch you, yet he carefully reached his hand out to touch your cheek. You turned to Steve and immediately you seemed to relax.
"St.. eve", you whispered, "shh, don't talk." he smiled, or well he tried. He was incredibly worried. He couldn't stand the sight and right now he didn't want to leave your sight. He never wanted to leave your sight again. "Don't leave me, I can't stand the thought of you leaving me", he confessed. Steve moved up a little, he moved closer, his face hovering above yours. "I love you", he suddenly mentioned. You were about to reply, yet Bruce brushed passed one of your broken bones which caused you to inhale sharply, which hurt as well. Eyes were squeezed shut and you let out a whine. "I-.. love you too", you mumbled, not sure if he would hear you. Yet right now you were fighting to stay awake.
Apparently Bruce had injected you with painkillers. You slipped away and lost consciousness again. This time so Bruce could work on your injuries, the ones that needed attention right now. When everyone managed to get back to SHIELD, you were brought towards of the doctors. The ones who could operate you. Steve wanted to come, but he wasn't allowed, so he stared at you from behind the window. Bucky standing next to him. "She'll make it, don't worry", Bucky tried as he touched his friend's shoulder.