marvel one-shots

30. captain america ; all in a day's work

She stood, petrified under his stare. She shook, she craved.

The man in the purple suit walked around her, examining her naked body as he slowly took off his suit jacket and tie.

He then took off his belt and tossed them all to the side.

He slipped out of his shoes and stood in front of her.

"Undress me," and she did. "Kiss me," and she did. "Lay on the bed," she obeyed, unable to rebel.

There was only a small independent spark within her that was left. Buried deep, unreachable. The winds and gusts of his commands threatened to extinguish it.

When he was done with her, he spoke again, "Don't move."

She lay perfectly still in the bed, with the baby blue sheets wrapped loosely around her body. She was partially exposed but could not possible move to cover herself.

He had gone to shower.

But a noise came from outside the room: the apartment door.

Boots approached the bedroom, the noise slowly crescendoed.

And they stopped behind the closed door. She could not move to look.

She heard the door open.

"Where is he?" a man's voice was hushed.

"I'll never tell you," she remained still.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," he went to her and covered her body with the sheets. She saw him; Captain America in the flesh.

"No!" she yelled as he moved her from the bed. "Let me go!" she screamed, "I have to stay still. I have to!"

He clasped a gloved hand over her mouth and threw her sheet-covered body over his shoulder.

She beat his back as he moved towards the living room windows. He had accidentally (on purpose) hit her head on a door frame, knocking her out cold.

He shifted her in his arms so that she was in the bridal position, he left via fire escape. A black van awaited him and he got in, Bucky closed the door behind him.

"So who is this Killgrave?" he questioned.

"A rapist, a murderer. Mind control guy," Steve examined the unconscious body's eyes and reaction as Natasha started the van and drove off.

"How old do you think she is?"

"Twenty-five, maybe twenty-seven."

Bucky looked her over.

Her body thrusted upward and she held the sheets against her chest. "Take me back! If he sees I've moved he'll hurt me! I must do what he says!" she yelled at him.

"Control her Steve," Natasha said from the front.

"I have to," she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Sh," Steve tried to soothe her. "We're here to help you."

•••

When a formal physical evaluation was taken, the doctor found her 'lady parts' to be extremely warn down. There were bruises here and there but nothing physically wrong.

The team knew she needed a shrink, eventually.

The doctor left and the girl was given clothes.

"You're free, you know?" Steve asked her gently.

"He did this to me? He made me empty?" she asked them. The boys dropped their head and Natasha proceeded towards her.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "But he can't hurt you anymore."

The girl looked at the agent, unsure.

"I need a moment, alone."

They left.

•••

Later on that night, she was given a blanket and the couch. She lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling.

A door opened and she sat up.

The Captain, Steve Rogers, padded quietly to the kitchen. He hadn't noticed she was up until she stood. He looked at her as he filled a glass with water. He took a sip, "How're you feeling?"

"You saved me," she stated, ignoring the empty questioned.

"That's what heroes do."

"But you didn't have to."

"Well that's what Captains do," he set the glass in the sink. "All in a day's work."

"You," she paused as he approached her, welcomingly, "Rescued me from my unknown hell."

"It wasn't unknown. You knew you were under control. Part of you must have known," his voice was low as the distance lessened. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you."

He smiled and hugged her back, awkwardly of course.

"You're welcome. All in a day's work."