Right or Wrong? {complete}

Once again, I owe you

                                 Steve (POV)
*This takes place a few months after Civil War. I'm sorry for the late update I dance and act and sing so it's really hard to find time to write but in order to make it up to you I will update two chapters tonight. I also couldn't come up with any ideas. But after watching a lot, and I repeat, a lot of episodes of Agents of SHIELD I finally got inspired. So all credit goes to Marvel for this idea. Okay I'll let you read now. Enjoy and leave reviews.*****

I wake up in darkness. I can taste the metallic taste of blood that flows from my cheek into my mouth. I forget where I am until the memories flood back in. It started when I went on a mission. The simple easy kind. Except now that I think back to it, it was too easy.

I wish I was as smart as Natasha, this never would have happened if I was. I was captured by some agents. Two sadly. But the best two I've seen. The man claims his- probably his girlfriend, needs closure for what I did. The woman, girlfriend, claims that before I went into the ice, when I was fighting in the war, she was too. She told me she was captured by hydra and that our team never went back for her. She described to me the pain and brainwashing she went through.

They told me they would stop the torturing if I admitted it was my fault. And I told them "What I did was for the sake of the country. If we had saved you thousands of others would have died. I'm sorry for what they did to you. But I won't apologize for the decision we made. I would make it again right now." I glanced down at my hands as the lights slowly came back on. There were needles all over them. Injecting what they told me would take every pain possible and make me feel it inside and out. My wrists were belted down to the table. I knew that the torture would begin. Soon it would start.

I bit hard on my lip to keep from screaming. I couldn't help that my eyes were filling with tears. The pain. Oh god, the pain was worse then anything I've ever felt. But there's no need for me to subject the reader to that unbearable kind of thinking.

Then I saw the door open. I did the best I could to not show my pain. "Just admit it's your fault and we can stop this." The man reasoned as he entered the room and bent down in front of me, his cold eyes giving me an icy glare.

"No, I won't. I don't lie. I didn't decide who lived and who died. I didn't control who was captured and who was saved." I countered, returning the glare.

"Then I guess we will have to do this the hard way." He chortles. That's when I remembered my feet were previously tied with rope but thanks to Natasha I had learned to easily slip out of rope. "Damn right we will." I say and then I smash my forehead into his. He falls back. I quickly put my foot on the table and I was able to slide my hand into my shoe and cute my restraints off with the knife I hid. I wince with unbearable pain as I pull the needles out from deep within my skin. By now the man is up.

Sliding over the table I  block his incoming punch. He kicks at me but I block that as well. I manage to punch and then kick him to the ground.

Then I run. I run until I come across a series of doors and I randomly pick one.
I end up in a huge storage room. It doesn't take long for him to catch up with me. This time the woman is with him.

I know in my condition it will be impossible to take them both on. But I still try anyways. I helplessly run towards them. The man swings another punch but I duck and kick his legs out from under him. Now the women tried to punch me but I chance her wrist and twist her arm. While I'm distracted by the sight of the man giving up she sends a kick straight into my jaw. I fall to the ground hard. I'm about to throw myself up when the man kicks me. But it's not like other kicks. His foot hits right behind my kneecap with incredible strength. I feel something shatter. My kneecap. "Aghhhhh!" I can't help but cry out with the intense pain. The man hands the woman a gun. "You can end him now  honey. Get your revenge." She points the gun right at my heart. And then I think about what dying would mean.

Maybe I would be missed. But when I think about it, it really wouldn't be that bad. Never having to fight another war. Deal with anymore pain. Feel anymore guilt. I start to not care about dying. And it shows on my face. But then I think about Natasha. "No." The woman says as the man looks at her curiously. Our questioning of her is answered when she continues; "You can see it on his face. He doesn't care if he dies." The man takes the gun from her. I think he will shoot me but rather he slips the gun into his belt. "That's okay. Besides I know a much better way to do this."
Then I am knocked out again.

This time when I awake I am tied to a chair once again. Except this time with chains. Which to my disappointment, no matter what I do I can't do anything to get out of them. My whole body aches unbearably. But my shattered knee hurts the most. I don't know the man is here until I hear his voice behind me. "This is a little toy of mine." He opens his hands gesturing to a huge gun on a stand a few feet away from me. About 5 and a half I suspect. I don't respond, just look at him coldly. "The first person who walks through that door will be shot with it." He informs.

I can see he is right because the gun is aimed directly at the door. I can tell it would be a fatal wound. My mind instantly travels to Natasha again; how she would come looking for me and just when she found me, that bullet would rip through her, stopping her in her tracks.

Just then my phone which is on a table next to the man starts ringing. From where I am I can see Natasha's number pop up on the screen. The man smiles happily "Ah she was faster than I thought she would be." The man opens the door and then starts to walk out but he turns back. He smiles again as he activates the censor on the door. He opens his mouth to say something. "Then again when it comes to you, I knew she would be very determined."