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"Tony, have you seen Steve?" I ask over the comms.

No, I thought he was with you. Why?

"I lost him." I answer, kicking a Hydra soldier in the face before shooting the one coming up from behind.

You WHAT?!

"You heard me, Stark, I lost track of Steve." I snap. Another soldier charges me and I bend my knees in anticipation of their attack. When they get close enough I quickly reach forward and grab them by the belt and the top of their vest and use their momentum to flip them over my back. "If you haven't noticed there's a lot of foot soldiers out here, and there was only two of us."

Are you sure he's not just stuck in the middle of a pile of Hydra soldiers?

"Yes, I'm sure I-no..." I trail off as something catches my eye. "Shit."

What? (Y/N), what is it?

"It's his shield, Tony." I say, fighting my way over to the object. I pick it up, not wanting to leave it behind. "It's Steve's shield. Fuck, this is bad."

Watch your language, kid.

"Suck a dick, Tony." I yell, bashing a soldier in the face with the shield. "Sam!"

What's up, (Y/N)? Sam's voice crackles through the comms.

"Could you fly over the area, see if you can find Steve anywhere?" I ask, deflecting a few rounds of bullets before charging ahead at full force and drop kicking the big guy coming at me.

Sure thing, I just have to circle arou- oh.

"What?" I demand. "What do you see, Sam?"

You're not going to like this.

"Just spit it out, Sam, I need to know. The love of my life's safety hangs in the balance here."

They've got Steve.

"Who's got Steve?" I ask, feeling my heartbeat quicken to an even faster pace than it was at just moments before.

Hydra. A load of Hydra goons is putting him in the back of a jet. I'll see if I can get closer.

I'll help out. Tony cuts in.

"Please be safe," I whisper before throwing myself back into the battle and just pray that Steve's alright.

-Steve-

I wake up with a pounding in my head and restraints secured around my arms, wrists, legs and ankles. Clearly someone doesn't want me going anywhere. Upon further observation I notice that I'm on a table i n something that feels vaguely familiar. Almost like the Vita Ray tube from so many years ago.

"Good to see that you're finally awake, Captain." Says a low, husky voice.

"What do you want with me?" I ask gruffly, pulling at my restraints in hopes of possibly escaping.

"Pulling at those isn't going to do anything." The owner of the voice steps out of the shadows and into the dusty lighting of the room. "They're the same restraints we used on your friend Barnes. You're not going anywhere unless we want you to."

"What. Do. You. Want. With. Me." I repeat through clenched teeth.

"What do I want with you?" The man asks, placing a hand on his chest. "Well, I want to erase you from existence, but my employers, my employers want something a little different."

"Oh really," I say sarcastically. "And what do they want with me?"

"Mr. Rogers, they want to make you absolutely useless," The man answers, taking a few steps closer to the tube. "And I'm going to help them."