12.) poor little girl, still wanting your happy ending.
17.) did you love her? - all the time.
Fuckingbill
Steve
You slowly lifted your head, your hair cascading down in front of your face. Pain ebbed through your neck and your head felt someone was taking a jack hammer to it. You blinked hard a couple of times trying to get your vision to stop swimming in and out of focus. You groaned to yourself, attempting to bring your hands up to rub the pain coursing through your temples, but you found them bound.
"What the.." you muttered, as your vision started to clear you saw you were in some kind of warehouse. A lone man, massive man stood at a table, knives and guns littered it. You could feel the steady thump in your chest begin to quicken, your breaths coming out in ragged breaths.
"Evening girl." He bellowed as he slowly turned around to face you. A scar ran from the top of his hair line a cross his face down to the under side of his jaw.
"Who, where am I?" You tried to form a sentence through the thundering in your head.
"Doesn't matter who I am, or where you are. All that matters is you are going to bring me the person I need." He responded, slowly picking up a curved knife from the table. He turned it in his hand, light catching on the reflective surface, glinting wickedly in the light.
"I.. I don't understand." You responded, looking up at him as he lazily walked over to you.
"I know you and the one they call Captain America are together, and I want vengeance for my brother." He sneered, he leaned down, his face inches from yours.
You felt your face scrunch up, how had he known. Yes, you had dated Steve, but the two of you had kept your romance a secret. It was what had led to the down fall of your relationship. Sneaking around, catching each other 'on accident', never being close in public or even around just friends. The tolls of be a girlfriend to him became the boiling point.
You wanted to be open, not wanting to hide in the shadows. You craved his touch when the two of you would sneak into a movie or touch his hand when a group of you went out to dinner. He would chastise you when you would bring it up, telling you it was for your safety. It all came to a head months ago, over a fancy dinner Tony had thrown. He was off talking, dancing, being just the amazing person that he was and you were left in the sidelines.
Steve called it off in a yelling match in the women's restroom when he followed you after you had stormed off. You yelled back that that was fine, you didn't feel his girlfriend anyway, just someone to warm his bed when he needed a good time. And now you were here, months after that moment, no way to contact him or anyone else.
"You don't understand, Steve and I.." You bit back the tears, even now hating to say it out loud. "We broke up months ago. He won't come for me."
"Do you really think he won't?" He replied, standing off to the side of you, that's when you noticed a camera on the other side of the room. "Do you think I had noticed your absence around the so called avengers?"
"Really, your making a mistake." You pleaded, more for Steve then for you. You didn't want him to come to your rescue, it would just prove to him that everything he had said had been right. You didn't want him to have to be a knight in shining white armor.
"I guess we'll see." He turned slightly and held up a remote, the red light on the camera start blinking.
~~
"Hello, Avengers." The grainy video popped over the screen in the briefing room. Tony had received a message earlier in the day from an unknown source saying he had ransom, someone who was close to the team. To wait until his next message and to make sure Steve was present for it.
As video slowly came to focus Mitchel, a crazed man who had been on a vengeful kick for a year after his brother was accidentally killed in an explosion from one of Tony's murder robots, finally came into focus. He stepped out of the way and that's when everyone in the room straighten, Steve almost lunging from his seat. You sat, chained to a metal chair, you left eye was swollen shut and bruises covered what skin was exposed. Your eyes met the camera, tears welling up in them.
"I have a dear friend of yours," he mused turning to look back at your form, slowly he lifted a lock of your hair. "And some body even closer to your precious Captain."
"Don't you touch her, asshole!" Steve seethed, rising to his feet suddenly, his chair falling behind him.
"Tisk, Tisk, Mr. Rogers didn't your mother ever tell you not to use that language around the fairer sex." He chuckled darkly, the faint sound of your voice muttering fuck you to the man was heard.
Mitchel, reached down holding your arm still as he took the knife and sliced it into your forearm. You screamed in response, the sound echoing through the briefing room, Steve's mouth opened. It hurt him to see you being put through this. As the scream that tore through you slowly ended, you took a couple of deep breaths.
"I want Captain Rogers, nobody else. You want your little girlfriend alive and in one piece come to me, I'm sure Mr Stark has the coordinates. I will give you an hour, after that I start cutting her." He grimaced, flicking the recorder off.
Steve's face went tight, his nostrils flaring as he clenched his fists. Slowly every head turned to face him, his chest rose with every heavy breath he took. Suddenly he turned and stormed out of the room, Tony on his heels.
"Rogers, wait." Tony called out, Steve stopped by his room, grabbing his shield. "Y/n? What did he mean about girlfriend?"
"We broke up three months ago." Steve replied, a twinge if sadness in his voice.
"Did you love her?" Tony asked, watching as the man exited his room, heading straight to the hangar.
"All the time." His reply was curt as he left Tony standing there.
~~
"He won't come, he won't." You repeated a little breathless, unsure if you were hoping he wouldn't or if he would. Your emotions mixed at seeing him again, especially since you hadn't seen him after that night.
"You still love him." He replied, a smirk crossing his face as he saw your expression. "Poor little girl, still hoping for a happy ending."
You lifted your eyes to him, the clock behind the man showed ten minutes left. You bit your bottom lip as tears slowly began to fall. You bowed your head, the seconds were ticking down and with each second that passed your heart started to sink. You didn't want to admit it but you still held onto the hope that one day the two of you would get back together.
"Mitchel, I don't think you realize how big of a mistake you made." His voice called out, your head snapped up. You shifted as much as you could to look over your shoulder.
Steve stepped out of the doorway, his white shirt was wrinkled as were the dark denim jeans he was wearing. He had on a ball cap, and in his hand he held the iconic symbol that everyone recognized. Red, white, and blue, the colors of the shield blurred as it left his hand, arching perfectly through the air. The shield hit Mitchel right in the forehead knocking him flat on his back.
Steve had rushed him the second his shield had left his hand, and was on him the minute his back touched the floor. His fist connecting with the prone man's face multiple times before your shouting to stop finally registered. When he stopped, his breathing was hard, his head turned slowly to you.
Steve's sky blue eyes landed on your battered form, he sprung to his feet and ran to you. He reached down breaking the chains with his bare hands, and pulled you out of the chair into his arms, kissing your temple rapidly while stroking your back.
"I didn't think you'd come for me." You cried holding him tight.
"I'll always come for you, I'm sorry about the fight." He whispered his voice heavy as he spoke.
"You were right though."
"I don't care if I was right, leaving you was wrong and the one of biggest mistakes I've made." He pulled back looking into your eyes. "Please come back to me. No more hiding, I need you by my side."
