Romanogers Part 2💗

Chapter 22: Who?

*Steve's Point of View*

A month. I don't know exactly whether it's a month but it feels like way longer. These damp dirty cells in the middle of nowhere make me feel more Anxious than I already do, but I won't show that to these assholes -yes, Captain America swore- that they can do this to anyone. Its horrific thinking that they can do this to anyone else, my mind hurts thinking of the idea that they could've been doing this to... to Natasha.

When I was carted off in the back of that jet black van, the only thing I had in my mind was that I have protected her. I have put myself up for her safety. I don't care what horrors lay ahead or whether I ever escape them, I was just thankful that fate brought me to that moment where I can protect Nat. I just wanted to make sure she was never in the hands of these thugs who seem to have a vendetta against her.

But why do they have a vendetta against her? Could they work for Bruce? His name makes me shiver, even if it's in my head. Could they be from her past? I'm not sure but they were willing to take me instead of her so they must know something, maybe I know them.

As soon as the jet black van had turned on their engine, I had a hand covered by a cloth over my mouth. Chloroform. Obviously they didn't want me to have a sudden change of heart and rush back because I know they would go back for her. My vision faded into darkness and the faint voices turned to ash. All was silent at that moment. I was out.

I woke up in this cell, I was just chained to a table instead of what it's like now. Two fat silhouettes stood either side of me. Their faces were covered by balaclavas, even if they uncovered there faces I probably wouldn't recognise them. Whips and chains made their mark across my stomach, arms and legs. Blood leaked from a previous scar. It rolled down my abdomen and onto the table. After that, the men left the room laughing. Psychos.

They came back every few hours after that for about a week. When it was clear that I was too weak to stand or fight back they unchained me from the table and left the room. I managed to fall off the table, which hurt like hell, and crawl into the corner of the cell.

The cell was your typical torture cell. I was clearly underground from the way a small rectangular window is placed and the scenery outside of it. There was mold and damp in the corners of the square chamber. The door was an old oak door that you'd find in an old castle. The weather was often cold so I assume I'm up in the northern areas of the world. By the architecture I can see from the window, I'm assuming I'm somewhere with a long history, quite possibly a castle. Castles are usually found in Europe or Asia dude to their history so I speculate I'm in either Russia or Northern Europe.

After time, The sessions of torture started decreasing. It was clear I couldn't move so why waste time on my rotting corpse? I had too many wounds to count, I've never been in the State of mind to count to be honest. It's been rough.

The doors to the chamber rattled open and the two familiar men stroll in looking like they own the whole world. Cocky bastards. If I could I'd punch them in the jaw so hard that their teeth will be locked in the skin of their feet. Their followed by a much smaller man. He looks... way too familiar. I can't even see his face but the shivers going down my spine made it clear who it was.

"Well, Well, Well. If it isn't poor Stevey. The man who stole my love." That voice. That cold, scratchy voice. I should've known.
"What a surprise. Bruce. I'm not overly shocked to see you." I snapped back, my voice box hurts from the lack of talking I have done.
"Captain America! You look... awful! Oh my! My dreams are coming true!" He squeaked. His shady green eyes squinted to make way for that conniving smile.
"Lucky you!" I spat.
"Now, now Cap! I'm not the one who stole the others Girlfriend!" His wrinkly hand wiped my face. I spat the blood out from my mouth and turned back to his smug smile.
"She loved me and not you. How hard is that for you to understand?" I scoffed.
"How did that turn out, huh? She dumped you last year because you CHEATED on her. You clearly don't love her." He laughed. My bruised fists clenched.
"You don't understand-"
"Oh Captain! You don't love her! You broke her heart!"
"Of course I love her! She's the only person I've ever truly loved! She was happy with me! I will always love her and I will never go out with anyone else so I can prove it!!" I yelled. My heart pouring out in every word.
"You know she's not looking for you, right? She doesn't care. You blew her off for some other woman. You broke her heart and it may not ever break." He spat with another slap around my face. "Leave him. He'll die knowing his so called love is laying at the bottom of the ocean." Bruce snapped and stomped out of the room with his two henchmen followed.

Left alone again with my thoughts.

I can't help but wonder if Natasha is looking for me. She probably isnt. She doesn't care about me anymore. I broke her heart. Does she care? Is she looking for me? Does she really still love me?

A simple 5 minute argument can turn a person's mind inside out. I just wanted the thought out my head. I didn't want her to leave my head though. She is the love of my life and only her beautiful red locks and emerald green eyes can soothe me properly.

Natasha Romanoff, wherever you are, I want you to know that I will always love you. I hope you are doing great. I hope you don't come for me as I know they will try and capture you. Please, be safe. Send the guys! I'm counting down the minutes when I can see you, whether it is sooner or later. I don't care as long as I can see you. I love you forever.

End of Who?