Seven Slaves (BTS and the Avengers)

Save Me

It's a normal day for the Avengers.

Yeah, that was a lie.

They were busting a Chinese Black Market. Isn't that the job of the police? Yeah. Did Fury care? No.

So here they were, eliminating the Chinese druggies one by one.

Needless to say the battle was over in minutes.

"I swear to God," Bruce grumbled, picking his way through bloody corpses, "why did Fury send me here? You didn't even need the Hulk! I could've been working on my projects!"

"I know." Natasha replied, placing her guns in her holders. "Just because the world isn't in danger doesn't mean he can just try and use us."

Thor laughed at the grumbling pair, summoning Mjolnir from where it was forced through some guys torso. "Many of you humans use each other. It is one of the more interesting aspects of your little race."

"Yeah, well, at least this isn't a battlefield of thousands." Captain America said as he cleaned off his shield. "I was hoping fo a rest."

"Umm, guys. Not to seem rude, but I think you need to see this."

Tony's voice was oddly subdued for having won a battle.

"Why, what is it?" Hawkeye questioned, as the other Avengers made their way to the metal-plated man. He was stood by a doorway, most likely broken in the fight, as the edges were still glowing from fire. However, that wasn't what Tony wanted them to see.

In the middle of the door frame was a teenage boy, probably around sixteen years of age. He was naked except for a pair of shorts, barely going past his behind, and was strung across the frame with several ropes, a hand and foot to each corner of the door post. Lacerations covered the boy's body, and there was blood everywhere. He was very underweight as well, and currently unconscious.

The Avengers were seasoned killers, that is true, but only to those who deserve the hand of justice to be forced upon them. However the sheer amount of injuries inflicted upon the boy caused the vast majority to feel sick to their stomachs.

Captain America was the first to act, slipping behind the boy to remove the ties holding him up. It was then when the Avengers heard, "제발 그를 아파하지 마세요! (PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM!)"

Looking behind them there was a sickening sight. Thousands of carcasses littered the room behind them. Only six were breathing, and they were all in the same state as the boy who was strung up; drastically underweight and injured beyond belief.

One of them said in English, "P-please don't hurt him."

"We aren't going to hurt any of you," Steve said comfortingly, removing his mask so that they could see his face. The other avengers followed suit, which decreased the tension a little bit. "What happened to you guys?"

"We were in a Korean idol group, BTS," the same male said, moving closer to the smallest boy who was whimpering beside him, "but after one of our tours we were kidnapped by these guys. They wanted to sell us as slaves, but because we were famous no one wanted us. So they left us here to die. We weren't allowed to use names, only numbers. They're on our shoulders."

Sure enough, when the Avengers looked at the teens shoulder, the number '96259' has been branded into his skin.

Compassion burning, they released all the boys from their restraints, helping them walk out of the room and onto the helicarrier. Hawkeye gently lifted the unconscious teen up, and they immediately headed for the infirmary, calling Fury to head up with them. As soon as the teenage boy was placed on the (admittedly quite large) bed, all six of the rescued slaves were on there, cuddling around each other and whispering in Korean words of comfort. When Fury came in, he knew the story would have to wait until the next day. Just for now.