Castle's Dungeon
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Tony sat with his back up against the grimy walls of the dungeon, face covered with a sheen layer of sweat as he held his husband in his arms. Steve had finally fallen asleep after seeing, what was assumed to be his dead friend, suddenly back in the picture and clearly alive and well.
To an extent.
It was clear that Bucky had gone through hell and back. The emptiness behind his ice blue eyes and the way he followed orders like a trained animal. It screamed something diabolical, but nothing that Killgrave could've done. The symbol on the silver arm that looked like a hot red band was oddly familiar, but Tony's brain couldn't seem to grasp onto who exactly it belonged to. The thought itself elusive and easily slipping from his brain. It was unlike him. Part of him blamed his worry for Steve, but he knew that the lack of nutrition, water, and proper rest was starting to wear on him. Nearly all his food went to Steve in an attempt to cure him and his nights were spent watching over Steve, making sure the guards didn't dare come in and try anything funny. It was a vicious cycle, but Tony couldn't afford to stop. It wasn't worth the risk.
He knew he could make it out of here.
He had been in this position before.
The jail cell walls were no different than the cave. The guards were just as despotic in their methods. It was all the same but a different playing field. If he played his cards right, Tony was sure they would make it out.
Just as the thought passed through the brunette's mind, he felt movement within his grasp.
"Steve?" Tony asked, lightly, his hands rising up to cup the Blond's face. It was surprisingly warm to the touch, and it seemed the color had finally returned to Steve's face.
"Tony."
The sturdy reply sent a jolt through Tony, and he finally let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding. Chisled hands came up to hold his own, with a revived strength that he knew all too well. A small smirk cracked across Tony's face as he let his eyes meet blue ones. The pools crackled like lightning, a spark of determination giving them raw energy that would send anyone else running. Steve was ready for the fight.
Killgrave had been right about one thing. It was a game of chess, yet he had failed to realize one thing. A cornered knight can still jump.
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SHIELD BASE
6:13 pm
"What is it JARVIS?" came a disgruntled voice, the owner yawning obnoxiously as if woken from a deep slumber.
"You two are needed in the meeting room." the AI replied. The response itself was met with a few grunts of understanding before, the person in question gently nudged the person lying next to him.
"Pete, we have to get up, we have a superhero meeting with the big boys." Deadpool singsonged, as he continued to shake Spiderman's shoulder. It was only when he was met with a swift swat at his face did he stop. Although the hand never made the purchase to its target. "Nice try baby boy but it's time to rise and shine! Come on we've been napping for a good half hour."
Peter still didn't get up.
Okay, well you know what to do.
Are you sure we should?
He might hate us for the rest of the day, but it'll get him up though
For once, I think this is a--
Deadpool was already moving before his speech bubbles could finish their sentence. Moving to the other side of the bunk, he placed his hands underneath the mattress before giving it a good shove.
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"Happy to see you two have decided to join us." Falcon stated, voice dwindling slightly into a question as he looked at the pair. It was clear something had happened as Deadpool was clearly pouting as he rubbed his arm, and Peter had an expression that looked half annoyed and ticked off. Sam decided not to question it too much. "So we have received more intel about our enemy."
It was Black Widow who continued on. Stepping forward and bringing up surveillance of what appeared to be a part of Brooklyn. The time stamp on the footage was only a few hours ago. "We believe that someone isn't killing the heroes but taking them in to be mind controlled."
Before Peter could ask what she had meant, he watched as Kitty appeared on the hologram. Not long after Nova came into view, flying above her and yelling something that was barely audible on the camera. Kitty either didn't hear or completely ignored him as she engaged. Her face was too blank and her motions nearly robotic. It was unnerving to watch and despite having seen the footage prior to, the older Avengers still grimaced. The silence made it no better. Their battle lasted long and Nova had finally seemed to have gained the upper hand when Kitty had pulled out what looked like a smoke grenade. Nova had tried to step out of the way but was too late. As the grenade went off, purple smoke began to fill the battle-worn street. Before the smoke had cleared, Nova's mannerisms had reflected that of Kitty's. His face even though covered by his mask was void of emotion. Blank.
The feed cut short as the two stared back into the camera as if they knew the group was watching them.
"It wasn't too long after that Power Man was taken in. We tried to track them throughout the city as they moved, but once they hit the city limits they just disappeared. We know that if we engage we have to wear some sort of protection against the gas. It's clear that's what's being used to capture the heroes." Sam inputted.
"But who exactly is behind that gas is a mystery." Hawkeye was the one to speak up this time. The archer was sitting towards the corner of the room. Mindlessly cleaning his arrows as he spoke. "We tried to trace the video call earlier but found nothing."
"What if we were to engage, or use bait to get them out of hiding?"
"We could use the.."
"That doesn't-"
It wasn't long before the heroes were at their throats again. While it was not as bad as before it wasn't any better. They were all tired and worried. Their friends were being picked off one by one and they seemed helpless to stop it.
Deadpool and Peter just sat on the sidelines and watched the fiasco break out. They knew any input would be unheard in the current state. It was a mess.
"Hey, Pete--" Deadpool was cut short as Peter felt his phone vibrate. He had thought he left it at home on accident. Pulling it from his pocket he checked the screen. An unknown number had popped up, with a text that read:
Need help asap. I don't know who to trust but figured I could trust you. *spider emoji*
UNKNOWN sharing location:
213 Henry St, Brooklyn, NY 11201
40.69373, -73.99469
The commotion of the other Avengers seemed to die out in the background as he tried to decipher what it meant.
Who were they?
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