The Winged (Avengers x Reader x Supernatural)

Chapter 19

Part of the team didn't agree with your plan. Mostly Tony, and for good reason. He was emotionally invested in you and pushing you towards probable death wasn't sitting well with him.

When he realized you wouldn't back down, he decided to steady a quinjet containing the rest of the team right above the Hydra base Bucky had pointed out in Detroit. It was too high to be seen and equipped with Stark's stealth tech, Hydra wouldn't be able to find it even they made it their sole mission.

"Guys I don't know which way from here." Bucky whispered, having dragged you and Steve into the base, as per your plan.

"Ask someone." Steve tasted some of the fake blood on his lip while he talked. The two of you had to look hurt, like you had been beaten and received no medical attention since DC.

"He can't just ask someone! Steve, you're being ridiculous!" You whisper yelled. Just then, you were hit in the stomach with the butt of a gun, hard enough to make you spit blood.

"Right this way, Soldier." The Hydra agent who hit you led the way.

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Your immediate fate was to be thrown into a cell. Your cell was perpendicular to Steve's, so if you wanted to see each other, you leaned from the extreme ends of your respective cells and if you wanted to talk, you sat against the shared wall. Bucky's job was to work under the cover of the Winter Soldier until he got the last possible iota of useful information from there.

However, things didn't go quite as strategized. Among the others, Bucky was treated as a worker; one not entitled to privy information. Meanwhile, Hydra had already started experimenting on you.

First it was just a couple of blood tests but soon, they were dragging you out for the wiping procedures. Even the thought that they could make you into one of their own deserved a laugh; despite the contrary, you knew if it didn't work on you, they would move on to Steve. If it was in your power to protect, you would. So you let the wiping get to you.

Comms were far too dangerous for this mission. The only means of contact was your mind — you updated your situation to Tony via telepathy. As soon as you felt your mind slipping away, you ceased all communication, knowing that he would identify the change and resort to offense sooner than necessary.

"Buck, you have to act fast." Steve's voice held panic, "I've been calling her name for the last twenty minutes and she won't even look at me." Bucky glanced at your half conscious form and his stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a Hydra agent. "These are not your assigned cells, Soldier. Back to your station!" Bucky had no choice but to nod and leave.

-

"It's been a week." Tony ran his fingers through his hair, which had definitely seen better days. So had his eyes, that had turned red and wiry on account of lack of sleep, and his face in general that had, quite on the contrary, lost all colour.

"Relax, Tony. She is a very capable woman. For what it's worth, some of our missions have taken even longer." Despite trying to calm his teammate down, Clint was inspecting his arrows and picking the best ones for his quiver.

"A week since she last contacted me." Tony's words brought about a deafening silence.

"What?" Natasha's head snapped up. She could not believe how much time she had let slip away without taking action.

"Wanda, can't you tell us if they're alright? Read her aura or whatever." Sam knew it was a weak bet, but it was better than nothing.

Wanda sighed. "I see no aspect of her mind whatsoever. Steve's, although, appears to be in great distress." She wished she could be of more help.

"Call it, Tony." Natasha stood up, and the rest of the team followed. The gesture was nothing but a way of showing in whom they had chosen to put their trust, given the obscure circumstance.

A/N: All suggestions and constructive criticism is always welcome.