Come, Go, Stay {Captain Hydra x Tony Stark}

Why?

Living Room
Three thirty p.m.
Tony walks back and forth between the television and the coffee table. Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Loki, Peter, and Thor walk in to see a permanent dent in the floor and a worried Tony.
"What's wrong Mr. Stark?" Peter asks, oblivious to the situation.
"Steve's gone. He fought, or is fighting, a maniac, all alone no back up, nothing! We are going to lose him, again!" Tony ranted, scaring Peter the tiniest bit.
"Sorry. But, he could be okay. I know for a fact that he is alive. How I know is because Midguardians have a soul that travels for a little while before going to Heaven or Hell." Loki attempts to calm Tony down. The others where slightly surprised by this because, One: Loki never tries to reassure people, and Two: it's Tony.
"Hm?" Tony was to busy to even call Loki a name or call him out in something. Loki had tried that to help Stark cheer up.
Hydra Base
Five thirty p.m.
Steve awoke with a headache. He didn't know where he was.
"You are in a container," someone had read his mind! Who though.....?
"Wow, I didn't know that." Hint: he said it with sarcasm and the eye roll.
"Boss! He's awake!" The guy yelled
"No duh!" Steve yelled afterwards.
Someone came running in the room Steve and Mr. Voice was in. {Steve was tired and couldn't think of a proper name.}
"Crowley, sir, he keeps being sarcastic. Why?"
'Crowley' cleared his throat, "because, he is tired, and is to drowsy to think about what he said."
"Thank you Capitan Obvious of the S.S. a Dur!" Steve pushed on the container, moving it the littlest bit. After he put the lid back down his arms and head hurt. Steve tries again being stubborn against the shouts coming from the two men out side.
Why do you do this? A voice in his head asks him.
'I don't know...'
Maybe you should stay here. Another voice said.
No! I have to get to..... Tony!
A shot interrupted his thoughts and started to wipe the name 'Tony' from his mind. Steve refused to forget the name, for some reason.
"Sir! He is being stubborn!" The first man said.
Steve continued to push on the casket.
YES! We are going to get out of this thing!
Steve got the lid off a good foot. More shouts erupted the whitewashed walls he could now see.
We need to stay! This will not do us any good!
Steve started to slid the lid off. Shouts, and shots, continued the further the lid slid off. Steve needed to get out.
YAY! We are going to make it out!!
Shut up. We need to stay!
Go!
Stay!
Go!
Stay!
'I say we go! And what I decide is what goes!'
Steve got out of the case like a zombie, or a mummy.
"Subject 5567 is going to escape!"
"No duh!"
Wow, I thought you were the only one capable of sarcasm, STEVE WATCH OUT! KNIFE ON YOUR RIGHT! NO MY RIGHT!
Quit, he'll be fine! He will finally get out!!
'Oh, my, goodness! Quit it, the both of you!'
Steve sighed, then spotted a shield of some shorts. He made a quick dive to it. When it was in Steve's had it in his hands, his screams echoed through the plain white wall. When he looked at the shield, before he passed out, a blue shocker was erupting Steve in this pain.
What a....
Don't you dare!
Shocker....
Why do you look so...
So help me, I will kill you both!
Blue...?
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So sorry for not updating sooner. That last part was to distract that I was most likely not going to post in awhile. Sorry!
Bye Dragons!
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