Hey Stranger

So close

The next time steve woke up it was days later. He didn't know how many, but he was overwhelmed with pain. Everywhere. He couldn't open his left eye at all and he could tell his left shoulder had been dislocated and his right leg was shattered. That happened immediately after breaking that agents' leg.

Someone grabbed his chin and shook him fully awake. "Hey captain, captain" the German accent scared him to his core, but he opened his one eye and looked at him straight in the face.

"Go to hell," he growled and spit some blood in his face.

He stepped back and grabbed the handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it away, "that was... distasteful. You need to learn some manners." He smiled and slid some iron rings onto his fingers. He began punching him mercilessly.

After some hits he grabbed a handful of the blondes hair, "have you learned your lesson" he growled.
Steve cleared his throat and took a deep breath, "go... fuck yourself" the man punched him once more then walked to the table a few feet away.

He then grabbed the bat that broke his ribs and right leg and asked again, "what did you just say?" As he waved the bat in front of steves face.

He coughed up some blood and responded, "you heard me".

The man smiled and backed up a step, "you asked for it" and began laughing as he battered steves left leg even after the gut wrenching snap of his femur.

He couldn't hold it back this time, he let out a cry.
Thankfully the man stopped when a few agents burst into the room. They pulled their leader aside and ran off as soon as they got orders.

"Change of Plan, we're going for a little drive how does that sound?" He said as he straightened out all of the instruments on the table.

Steve laughed and spit some of blood out of his mouth, "They found you huh" the man turned around angrily, "I told you they would."

He punch him across his face and unlocked his chains. Steve dropped heavily to the floor and tried to get up, but the lack of water, food, and the fact both of his legs were shattered kept him from doing so. The man kicked him once more in the abdomen to make sure he won't fight back. "Bring him to the van" he growled and two men guarding the doors walked over and grabbed steve by his arms.

He yelled as they dragged him across the floor and caught as much as he could. But he was took weak and too tired to even move.

As soon as he was thrown into the van he heard the loud crash of doors being blown open and he knew exactly who was entering. He tried yelling but one of the agents hit him on the head with the butt of his rifle.

Everything went black.

•••

"Where is he!?" Natasha shouted and slammed the strys member against the wall. All he did was grin and shrug his shoulder. "You fucking bitch..." she growled and landed punch after punch on his face.

Fury pulled her off of him and waved to some agents to take him away. "Listen, I know these motherfuckers are pissing you off, but this isn't going to help anything", she pushed him off of her, "as much as I'd like to beat the fucking shit out of them, save your anger for the jackass in charge of this bullshit".

She chuckled and put her hands on her head "I should have gone with him" she admitted and shook her head "I should have gone with him and killed that bastard, but now the son of a bitch is going to kill him" and she pointed over to the pool of blood underneath the chains that hung from the ceiling.

She marched away but was stopped by an agent carrying steves suit in a plastic bag. Before he had a chance to say anything she snatched it from his hands and hopped in her car.

•••

Now tony was getting worried, he didn't want to seem desperate by showing up at his doorstep but he just needed closure on whatever was happening. He walked up the sets of stairs to his apartment and stood in front of the door for about a minute before knocking.

He noticed after his first knock that the door was unlocked and ajar. "Steve?" He slowly pushed it open and peeked into the living room. All he saw was that the place had been completely overturned and seemingly robbed. "Steve!?" He shouted and marched around his apartment for any sign of life. Not in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room... no, no, no.

All tony could think is that he was taken or killed or hurt. "Fuck, FUCK!" He yelled and stared at the counter where the broken vase and dying flowers were scattered all over the countertop. He noticed the note was gone and searched for it in every nook and cranny of that kitchen but to no avail. "JARVIS?" He asked and tapped on his phone.

"Sir?" The British AI answered.

"We're there any police reports on break ins at this address?" He asked and it took a few seconds but the AI responded.

"There haven't sir"

He marched out of the apartment and knocked on the neighbouring door. An elder Woman opened it and awed at the sight of tony stark. "Oh my goodness you're-"

"Yes yes I am I'm sorry but I need to know if you've seen the man who lives here in the past 4 days?"

She frowned and shook her head "no i haven't, he usually helps me with my groceries but I guess he wasn't home on Tuesday."

Tony sighed loudly and thanked her for her time.
As soon as she shut her door, tony continued with JARVIS, "Scan all databases for any patient with the name steve or under John Doe within the area"

"Yes sir"

"Thanks buddy." And put it back in his pocket. The look of determination invaded his expression as he headed for the door and easily found a spare key in the light fixture in the hall. He locked steves apartment and pushed the key in his pocket.

He was going to find him.