Blindsided

Foggy wanted to throw up.

Actually, no, he was pretty sure he was going to throw up.

Any minute now.

At least there was a bucket close by.

He was aware that he was getting a few wary glances from the people he used to idolize but he was way beyond caring.

They were the reason his best friend was being tortured. Again.

Someone slid the bucket closer to him.

The video stopped playing, cutting off the sounds of muffled screams.

Foggy gripped the edge of the bucket so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“You okay there, Mr Nelson?” Tony Freaking Stark asked him.

“Peachy,” Foggy croaked out, sending the man a shaky thumbs-up. “It’s not like I’m watching my best friend get tortured or something.”

Next to him, the Winter Soldier was gripping the armrests of his chair, the metal denting under his grip. His eyes were fixed on the screen where Matt’s face was very visible.

Any other time and Foggy would be freaking out for a whole other reason. Oh, how he wished he’d met them under those different reasons.

“Do we have any leads?” Clint asked, his hands gripping onto the purple stress toy he’d produced from somewhere.

“We know that they took him in the stairwell. We found some kind of device on the fourth floor that seems to send out a high pitched noise at a frequency that only bats and dolphins are able to hear.” Bruce said, looking unsure. “I’m not sure how but I am assuming that is how they managed to grab Daredevil.”

Foggy grimaced. “Echolocation,” he muttered.

“Nelson?” Steve asked.

Foggy looked up. “Echolocation. That’s how bats and dolphins hear, right?” When Bruce nodded he continued. “Matt once explained to me that that’s how he sees the world. Matt’s blind, yes, but his other senses are heightened. He’s able to sense his surroundings by the way sound travels off of it.”

“That must be how they managed to get the best of him,” Natasha said. “If the sound that thing emits can disrupt Daredevil’s perception of his surroundings,” she trailed off.

“He’d be thrown into a state of oversensitivity,” Bruce finished.

Tony grimaced. “That also means something else,” he started. “They’d have known DD would be there. They were prepared.”

“You think they planned this?” Steve asked, his voice tight.

“They went with something that could take down specifically him,” Bucky said, his vibranium hand still clutching the armrest. “They were after him.”

“Oh god,” Foggy muttered, gripping the bucket. The thought of HYDRA going after his best friend was nauseating. He swallowed aggressively to keep the bile from rising up in his throat.

“And we led him straight to them,” Bruce sighed, rubbing his face.

Natasha bit her lip, the only thing that gave away her feelings about the situation. “We have to find him,” she said, a look of determination on her face.

Bucky nodded. “We will find him.” His gaze turned distant. “Whatever HYDRA has planned for him, it’s got to be terrible. We have to get him out as soon as possible.”

“You think they’re doing something to him? Other than torturing?” Tony asked.

“HYDRA never tortures, Stark. There’s always an ulterior motive,” Bucky said.

Foggy groaned.

“Did we find anything at their last hide-out that could tell us what they’re planning?” Steve asked.

Bruce’s eyes widened. “Oh no,” he mumbled before grabbing his STARK pad and pulling up something on the screen.

Foggy was glad the image of Matt disappeared behind the new screen.

“I wasn’t sure what this was at first because it was a mix of multiple formulas. But I think I cracked it. It looks like the same substance that they used in Bucky’s super-soldier formula.”

“They’re making more super soldiers?” Steve raised his voice.

“And they’re using Daredevil as test subject.” Bucky’s voice was empty.

Foggy puked into the bucket, moaning miserably at the thought.

“Jesus.” Tony fell back in his chair, a defeated look on his face.

Clint reached over, rubbing Foggy’s back as the man dry-heaved into the bucket. “We’ll find Double D. We’ll find him before they can do that to him.”