Romanogers Part 2💗

Chapter 8: Taken

*Steve's point of view*

It was about 8pm in the evening and I was already in my apartment, ready for bed. I was sitting on the sofa, watching over New York. I did this most nights, I would often overthink everything. The only person who stopped me overthinking was Natasha. I helped her with her nightmares at night, she only had one when she stayed with me, and she stayed with me basically every night since we got together. I just want to see her. Even for a second. I'd never let her go again.

I snapped out of my daze and decided to go to bed. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I looked in the fridge to see nothing but an empty carton of milk. Great. I can't sleep without a drink, I sound stupid but I really can't sleep. Nat used to help me sleep but since she left, sleep is either nonexistent or an hour or two at most.

I decided that I'm going to walk to the corner store a few blocks away from the tower to get some milk and maybe some form of sandwich for dinner. I grabbed my jacket and left the apartment. I decided to walk down the stairs to avoid any awkward elevator silences with anyone. Everyone has been awkward with me since Nat left, apart from Clint. Clint understood what I was going through and he tried his best to act normal.

Once I got outside of the Tower, I felt the cold breeze of the cold late winter wind slap me in the face. I zipped up my Navy Jacket and walked across the road. I noticed a black van drive passed me but didn't think much of it. It took me about 20 minutes to get to the shop, I walked in and smiled at the cashier but there was no one there. I thought it was a bit odd that no one was there but I carried on walking to the Milk aisle. The lights flickered. Strange.

I picked up the milk I needed and made my way back to the counter. No one was there.
"Hello?" I yelled but I got no reply.
"Anyone there?!" I yelled but still no reply. I walked around the counter to see the cashier laying on the floor surrounded with blood. I immediately crouched beside the man and felt for a pulse but there was nothing. I stood up and stepped back in confusion. Who would kill a harmless cashier? I looked at the cash machine and see it is still full. Who would do this?!

I felt a sharp pain in my neck and the last thing I saw was the same black van from earlier. Then all went black.

•••••••••

I woke up in a cell. I heard voices but they weren't talking in English so I couldn't understand what they were saying. I had a pain around my arms and my feet. My eyes fluttered open to see that I was tied to a wall by chains. I looked around, I was in a dark cell with one window at the top corner of the cell. There was a door opposite to the corner. It was a metal door that looked like it was impossible to escape from it. I tugged at the chains but I only got more cuts and bruises on my wrists and ankles.

What is this place? Why do they want me? What can I do? Who are these people? My mind was spiralling out of control and my thoughts soon diverted to Natasha. What if these are the people who took Natasha? Did these people take Natasha? Is she here? Is she alive? Did they... did they kill her? My brain ached at the thought of Natasha even being in a cell like this let alone if she was to die or be tortured in a place like this. She deserves way better than a dump like this.

How did I not see this coming? How could someone just drug me and chain me to a wall without me knowing any of it was going to happen? Could this be connected to Bruce? Questions were filling my head sending me out of control, I shook my head trying to loose the thoughts in my head.

I heard clanging of metal and the door opened to reveal a man, he was quite fat and he had the posture of a boss.
"Glad your awake, Captain. It's very nice to finally meet you." He had a slight russian accent and he seemed very calm.
"Who are you?! What do you want with me?!" I yelled. Who was this guy? I was furious.
"Calm, Rogers. We don't want to do anything with you." His voice was calm and steady.
"Then, why am I here?" I was so confused.
"Simple. Leverage." He walked up close to me and I saw his beard covering the bottom half of his face and his man-bun was placed at the top of his head. His eyes scowled over me. I just wanted to punch him but I couldn't even reach him.
"Against who?!" I yelled! Who could he possibly have to use me as leverage?! Wait-!

The door opened again and a man pushed a woman inside the room and the door slammed.

End of Taken