Ultraviolence ☢ Steve Rogers

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  PART TWO CHAPTER EIGHT

     IT WAS A LAW S.H.I.E.L.D PRIDED THEMSELVES ON. They wouldn't torture the villain, but rather let the villain get so wound up they'd eventually torture themselves.

    It explained how delicate and nimble fingers that once were able to pick a lock in under ten seconds were now broken and bruised and bent in angles that weren't natural. Victoria punched the cold, hard metal door one more time.

    "Steve!" She shouted through the small unbreakable glass window, trying to gain the Captains attention as he sat outside the box room, on watch. Her voice was hoarse, like she had swallowed the desert, and it felt like she had sandpaper scratching her throat that had already been cut up with barbed wire. Her voice would crack and break every time she tried to speak, let alone shout, and it took her several tries before she managed to gain the strength to speak.

    And as S.H.I.E.L.D predicted, she had done this to herself.

    "Steve, please." Her broken voice whispered, and Cap let out a sigh before shaking his head and folding up his newspaper. He stood up, brushed himself off and turned to the right, walking down the corridor and away from the villainess.

    Victoria huffed, stepping away from the door before her right leg let out a frustrated kick, her foot colliding with the metal and sending it to an angle it shouldn't be allowed to make. She let out a cry of pain. The woman sat down, clutching her ankle and snapping it back into place with a hiss through her teeth. She ripped off the sleeve of her thick canvas jacket and wrapped her ankle up in it for support. If she keeps damaging herself that much, soon she'd have to have someone attend to her wounds and then she could attempt to get free.

    Her head shot up at the sound of the glass window sliding through the small slit in the door, allowing someone to put their face in the hole left. It was Steve.

    "What? Come to mock me?" Victoria snarled.

    "You kept calling my name. You wanted me."

    Victoria smiled, it was sweet but sickly so- too sweet and certainly fake. She put on an American accent.

    "What, don't you want to talk to an old friend? You owe me coffee remember." Her tone turned teasing and her smile grew into a smirk.

    "Well that was before I knew you were a psychopath."

    "Ouch. That was harsh. You wouldn't say that about your friend, Bucky, would you? You know, we through exactly the same treatment together. I know what happened to your friend, he knows what happened to me. Don't be a hypocrite- because we all know you wouldn't call him a psychopath, would you captain?"

    "Enough. You're coming with me." Steve said coldly. He should the sliding glass window and opened the door, Victoria stepped back, wincing when she put pressure on her ankle. Steve looked at her concerned but didn't say a word. She let herself be handcuffed, and limped to wherever Steve was taking her, silently. This made Steve more concerned.

    Victoria looked up as Steve stopped leading her to wherever. She was in a cold room. Remarkably cold. Everything was steel, apart from the floor, which was tiles- easier to clean up probably. There was a chair in the middle, which was also metal, and it had restraints all over it. Victoria bit back a groan. They were going to torture information out of her. Her eyes rolled over to Steve in a hard glare.

    "Violet Zola. Ultraviolet. Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D I hope you've enjoyed your stay. But we're upgrading your room- you've got a chair this time." The voice of a man caused her attention to snap over towards Nick Fury entering the room from another door on the opposite side. This time, she growled.

    "You- I killed you."

    "Ha! You thought." He laughed and dug his hands into his pockets. Steve turned to her.

    "You killed him? I thought Bucky did."

    "Decoy. Bait."

    Steve sighed. Its like they were dangling Bucky in front of his nose for fun and games.

    "Come on, Violet. Take a seat. I heard it's comfortable." Nick said, motioning a hand towards the chair to his right. Steve placed a hand on her back and pushed her forwards. She stumbled, landed on her right foot and was sent toppling forwards, crashing to the cold floor. She saw as a small pool of blood stained the white grout in between the tiles.

    Steve sighed and bent over, grabbing both of her arms and yanking her up before dumping her on the chair. She coughed and her head was hung low, one look from Fury made Steve slap her head upright. He cringed internally.

    Fury stepped forwards. "What do you know on the whereabouts of Wolfgang Von Strucker."

    "About as much as you do, Director."

    "Steve." To Fury's command, Steve's fist collided with Victoria's cheek, her head snapping to the right and a cut forming on her cheekbone. It stung and ached but she didn't show her pain.

    "Violet. Where is Wolgang Von Strucker."

    "I told you. I know as much as you do." Another look from Fury equalled another punch from Steve. He gave Victoria a black eye this time.

    "Violet. We can do this the hard way if you insist."

    "I told you! I know nothing." Steve hit her three times to please Fury. After the last hit, the woman was visibly shaking, and her head slowly rose. "Steve. You know I know nothing. You know." She said hardly. The man took a step back and looked at Fury, unsure whether the hardness of her voice was somewhat genuine or if she was faking it. Fury looked at him and then at the assassin.

    "Enough with your games! What do you know?" Victoria gulped and looked at the kind man who brought her coffee when she was cleaning the offices in the Stark tower. He looked at her with desperation, not wanting to hit her again with the current look on her face.

    "All I know is that he's experimenting on kids. Trying to get them to be like me. To be better. What else am I supposed to say? I've been brainwashed my whole life. I know. Nothing."

    Steve stepped back, and pulled Fury's sleeve a little, pulling him to the side.

    "I don't know," he whispered, "she sounds genuine."

    "I don't believe her for one second," he said to the Captain before turning to Violet, "you've been useless. Your execution will be tomorrow morning."

    "What?" The two others said in surprise, voices high.

    "You've killed many people and are wanted by governments all over the world. We're doing you a favour."

    "Fury," Tony Stark's voice echoed through the room as he stood at the door Steve and Victoria came through, the females eyes locking with the man she had found out could be her brother. The ex-Director and Captain stepped out, shutting the door behind them and leaving her powerless and alone.

    "What, Tony." Steve sighed as Fury looked at his watch.

    "At the back of her neck is a tracking device. If we take that out we can use it to find out where its feeding back to. She can't die, Fury. She could be my sister. I have to find out." Tony said, painfully at the end.

    "Well, what are we going to do? She's killed thousands of people." Fury said.

    "She's not a bad person. She was brainwashed her whole life. We could change her." Cap said, determined with his idea.

    "We just have to make sure the government doesn't find out. And who's better at keeping secrets than S.H.I.E.L.D?" Tony said, a small smirk on his face. The trio of men looked through the small window in the door which was inline with their faces. In the room, Victoria was completely relaxed in her chair, smirking straight back at the boys.

ummm not yall thinking that steve wouldnt punch a villain did yall not SEE what he did to tony in cw

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