Captain

Part nine

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD & TORTURE

Steve's Pov-

It wasn't uncommon for me to be called in on a day off, but something felt off.

When I got to the triskelion I went straight to Fury's office. I was met with a fairly shaken Natasha and Maria Hill.

"What the hell happened," I exclaimed. I was surprised because the last time either of them looked like this was when Phil Coulson was killed by Loki.

"Capitan sit," Fury motioned to a chair with an unreadable poker face. This felt wrong, something was missing but I couldn't place what. "Hill could you share the details of the situation with Captain Rogers, " Fury asked with an old softness in his voice.

"We were on a mission. Get in, get the hostages, get it, right," Maria started strong, "Nat and I were supposed to make sure (y/n) was uninterrupted while collecting the hostages." She wavered slightly.

"Wait, (y/n) was on the mission... Then where is she." At that moment it clicked in my mind. She wasn't here and that could only mean...

Seeing the realization on my face Nat spoke up. "Steve we were ambushed! I wanted ... They wouldn't let me go back for her!" She gestured to Fury and Hill. "It was a setup and she was the apparent target." Natasha who never cried had tears in her eyes, then had to excuse herself and leave.

I was in shock. I couldn't lose (y/n), the one who has helped me so much while learning how to live again, the one who has seen me for who I am and doesn't expect perfection.

"Is she dead?" I asked quietly.

"We can't know..." Maria's whisper was cut off by me.

"Is she dead," I repeated myself in a more stern tone, now looking to Fury expecting an answer.

"I have a suspicion that Hydra wanted her for a reason," Fury sighed. "And if that is so then they won't kill her till she's useless to them. I have faith that (y/n) can hold her own."

"Let's go get her back," I said to Fury's surprise. I'm not about to waste another minute sitting around while Hydra is doing who knows what to her.

"Let's" agreed Fury.

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Y/n's Pov-

*Drip... Drip... Drip...*

"Uhh," I groaned as I started to regain consciousness. Even before I opened my eyes I could feel the heavy, cold chains that were clasped around my wrists.

*Drip... Drip... Drip...*

There wasn't much going on in my head as I slowly began to open my eyes, all that was on my mind was the horrible pain throbbing through my head... and how annoying that damn dripping was. I managed to pry my eyes open and take in my surroundings.

I was sitting in the middle of what seemed to be a small, dark, and dingey cinderblock prison cell... great. A large iron door sat near the left-hand corner of the room. That was seemingly the only point of entry, with not a window in sight. Finally, I inspected the chains that restrained me. I took note that they were attached to the ceiling and connected to a sort of pully system, very interesting.

As I inspected the chains, I realized that my uniform was missing from my body. That left me in a sports bra and spandex shorts.

*Drip... Drip... Drip...*

Gosh, that's getting on my nerves!

Since there wasn't much to look at my mind started to wander inward beginning to construct the possibilities of what came next. There's no way I get out of here unscathed unless shield has already launched a counter mission, but that's the best case. The more likely possibility is that they, hydra, want information, and I'm the unfortunate person they chose to get that information out of. Sucks for them cause I'm-