The Crimson Ghost (Steve x Reader)

Chapter 2. Interrogatiom

You wake up in an interrogation room with your hands in cuffs behind your back, feeling well rested, for once. You look at the mirror, well two-way mirror that is. You look great, healthy.

You close your eyes and concentrate on your hearing. You can hear a couple of angry voices argue behind the glass.

"What are you guys arguing about?" You say with a grin. The voices stop and you hear one set of footsteps walking out from the room behind the class and into the room you're in.

A dark man with an eye patch dressed in dark clothes and a black leather coat, walks in. He sit down on the chair opposite of you. You smile at him, you can see just a small amount of his muscles around his mouth move. "Oh, he's good." You thought to yourself.

"We were arguing about your current situation." "Oh, good, you're not HYDRA." "What makes you believe we're not HYDRA?" "Well, first of all, people don't argue at HYDRA, you either obey, or suffer the consequences. AND the fact that you look like a genuinely kind human being." You smile, to point out that the last part was a compliment.

"What do you know about the Winter Soldier?" "A lot, but he's not with HYDRA anymore, I don't know if he's dead, or made it out, but either way, I'm happy for him." "So you're not loyal to HYDRA?" "Nah, they're kinda really evil. Aaaaand someone broke the brainwashing-machine, so it's kinda hard for me to be loyal to them."

"Do you have any information about any unknown HYDRA bases and their employees?" "Yes, in fact, I have information about every single one, unless it's the top heads, they're very secret. I was never involved that high up, I was about to, then I decided to leave, because it was kinda boring in my cell."

"I don't expect you to voluntarily give up your information, so what are your demands? Money? A plane? Private Island?" "Chocolate" "You would like to trade information about your former employees, for chocolate?" "Well, how much chocolate does one eat in a year?" The ban looks at you in  confusion.

"Well, if you take that and multiple it by 37." "Why that specific number?" "Because that's how long HYDRA had me, I wasn't allowed chocolate, they kidnapped me when I was 6, trained me and put me in a fucking freezer like some ice cream." "Well then. You have a deal."

You hear your stomach roar. You look up at the man, you realize you didn't get his name, or the organization he works for.

"What is your name, and your organization?" "My name is Nick Fury, and this is SHIELD." "I thought that SHIELD fell in DC." "We had a backup plan." "Well so did HYDRA after the war. Sadly." You look up at Fury.

"Can I please get a glass of water, a chocolate bar and a sterile knife?" "What's the knife for?" "You'll see. Oh, uhm. I'm not going to attack you, if I wanted to do that, I would've done it when you came in." "Because that's when you opened the handcuffs behind your back?" "Yep." You smile while you put your hands on the table, demonstrating your free hands. The man walks out.

He comes back with a chocolate bar, a knife and a glass of water. He put it on the table and you grab the chocolate bar. You fight the urge to moan at the sweet taste.

When you finish the chocolate, you take a sip of the water and pick up the knife. Nick watches you closely as you lift the knife and cut deep in under your collarbone on the opposite side of your heart. He tries to keep a straight face, but you understand if he feels the need to look away.

You put the knife down and fish out a plastic cover. You dip it in the water and when you take it out, you can see the small memory stick inside of the now transparent cover. You open it and give it to Fury.

"How do I know this isn't some virus?" "Well, let's see. I risked my life to keep it hidden, it hurts like a bitch when I cut my own skin and HYDRA wouldn't dare to send me on a infiltration job, because it's not my specialty." "Then what's your specialty?" "I'm a ghost who blends into every environment, if you call this..." You gesture to being in interrogation. "...blending in, well I can only say so much." He pauses.

"Your wound is almost healed?" "Oh, yeah, super soldier serum and stuff." You say and shrug.

(A/N—this chapter turned out really long, but I hope you guys like it!

-Isabel)