Light At the End of the Tunnel

day iv

This is where the M Rating comes in. TRIGGER WARNING for non-consensual sexual touching and stimulation.

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The doctor got what he wanted. He got the blood samples. But keeping them, that was the fun part. Making them choose whose kid got the pain. Seeing the lights leave their eyes, it was all fun. Even if they were rescued, he was destroying the Avengers from the inside.

He didn't want them to die. No, that'd be too easy. He wanted them to live. He wanted them to live with this. The older avengers with the knowledge that they chose which kid they'd hear scream. The younger avengers with the trauma.

He looked at the monitor in front of him. He could see Captain America trying to talk to Wanda, who he got to play with the day before. Tony Stark was looking over Peter, who had healed from his beating.

But he was going to do something knew. The Avengers needed to get clean. They couldn't stay in their dirty clothing, especially Peter, who's clothing had blood, and Wanda, who had vomited on herself during her session.

The doctor looked at the soldiers, who were waiting for their orders. "Get the hose, and let's go."

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The doctor walked into the room, looking at the avengers. Steve and Tony looked tired, and run down. The doctor couldn't help but smirk at that. He turned to the young ones, Wanda who was on her back, eyes closed and Peter, who was looking at the ground.

"Today is your day off," the doctor told them, turning to the adults, who looked relieved. "No experiments. So we decided to be nice to you all after all you've been through. I'm sure you all want to get cleaned up, and we are granting that wish."

Tony and Steve looked at each other. They didn't trust him. He didn't really care, but he was going to have fun with it.

The Doctor smirked. "Who's going first? Should be do this from youngest to eldest? Oldest to youngest? Ladies first?"

Wanda flinched, her now opened eyes on the soldiers who were staring at her body. The doctor and Steve knew they wanted to see her naked.

"I'll go first," Steve volunteered, taking a step forward.

The doctor walked up to the supersoldier. "Get started."

Steve frowned. He looked confused. The doctor found joy in it.

"Undress, now," the doctor said, reaching for the controller and pointing it to Wanda. The girl flinched.

Steve pulled his shirt off, tossing it the ground. Shoes and socks went with them. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. He stood in front of the other Avengers in just his boxers.

"I'm sure you don't shower in your underwear," the doctor told him, shaking his head.

Steve closed his eyes, his fingers gripping the waistband, before pulling it down. He threw his underwear with the rest of his clothing. He then covered himself.

The doctor turned to Wanda and Peter, who had averted their eyes. The doctor couldn't have that.

"If anyone looks away, I will shock him," the doctor threatened, watching as the two heads snap to the supersoldier. "And you, hands up, you can't wash yourself if you are busy covering yourself. Face me, and don't worry about them seeing you, you'll see them too."

Steve moved his hands. He stood exposed in front of the other avengers. He didn't look at any of them, when he felt a jet of water hit him. The doctor threw a bar of soap and cloth into the cell.