How to Piss Off A Super Soldier. By: Thor Odinson

How to Escape A Dungeon. By: Steve G. Rogers

That evening when the team returned, to find Steve gone, they tried everything. They tried calling him, but his phone was on the bedside. He obviously didn't just go for a stroll in his condition. They pulled up the footage from his bedroom, where the fight was seen and captured, a small insignia was worn on the shoulder of the attacker. "JARVIS, zoom in." Tony ordered, watching the patch closely, bringing up his Pad and searching up the image. There seemed to be a Wikipedia page for everything. "Guys!" He called, huddling everyone together. No one knew how to contact Thor, and for now they considered that blissful ignorance. The less he was aware that his heavily pregnant fiancé was kidnapped the better, everyone seemed to agree upon that rule.

"Okay. So it's a circus group, kinda... One of those really creepy ones you hear PETA going on and on about. A freak show, travel around, collecting people that sort of thing." Clint visibly tensed in the corner and turned his hearing aid off on purpose, hearing barely fuzzy mumbling without them. "They shouldn't be that hard to track down if I think I know what kind of group they are, we'll be able to Save everyone including Steve before Thor even thinks of returning to earth." Tony finished, smiling confidently.

A voice from the back was heard as well as a vibrating slow clap. "Yes, truly one of the best attack plans of our generation Sherlock. But I have a question. How the hell are we exactly going to track down his location? Just because we know who took him doesn't mean we can find him. Just because people knew I worked for HYDRA doesn't mean that I was found or searched for in the slightest. We have next to no information but you know what does work? A tracking device." Bucky cracked, almost sounding angry. He bent down to the computer and pushed out a small chip from his arm. "It was given to me to help track him down when I was supposed to kill him." He mentioned casually, pushing the SD card in and waiting a moment, pulling up his location. "In the middle of Nebraska." He said confidently, pulling up the exact coordinates. "Probably in some underground bunker."

The rest nodded and Tony imported the coordinates into one of the suits GPS, strapping in. The rest of you can take a plane or something." He shrugged off and took to the sky quickly. The slight took annoyingly long and finally he lowered himself, looking around. "Is the coordinate point still the same smart one?" He asked, looking around. No Steve, no underground bunker. He looked down and around, walking over to a small flashing chip. "Yeah, did you find him?" "No, but I found the chip you were using." Tony said with a sigh, flying back quickly, feeling beyond annoyed and scared. They were stuck, with no leads whatsoever on where their pregnant super soldier was being hidden. The same thought that seemed to go through everyone's mind was 'fuck what if he gives birth there?'

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Two weeks later and the soldier groaned and shifted uncomfortably in the cell, the babies making his life more hellish than it was. "Please babies, come on, I know you're upset but I just-" he tensed heavily as he looked around, eyes wide. Before his eyes gun barrels clicked out of the wall and aimed at his frame. And as soon as they were out, they were sealed back in the walls. There were several cries of "INTRUDER." From the workers and pounding steps made their way down the hall. The blond was heavily jolted by this, and if the babies were born they would've started to cry because they were certainly making a racket. "God... Please let it be Thor, or any of them..." He had no idea what he had signed on for when he found out he was pregnant. Everything ached, the babies were attacking his organs so much he was sure they had turned to mush...

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep against the wall, and he felt a small pin prick against his arm. He woke up immediately and slapped it away, only a small amount seeping out of the hypodermic needle cracked on the floor. "What were you doing?" The blond shouted, fist clasped around his shirt, hand winding back to punch the guard roughly. "The intruder is serving as a threat, we needed to induce labor in order to have you and your baby safe for us." The worker explained. "And you might've ruined it you big brute!" He shouted, slamming a brutal blow to the side of his stomach. "You're lucky they gave out the order not to have anyone kill you!" He shouted, spitting on the blond before leaving and locking the gates.