Chapter 3
He knew he wasn’t going to give in to his captor’s demands. He just can’t, not only because it was against his moral compass but also because he was practically half in love with Tony. So, giving up all the sensitive information about one of the Avengers, moreover, one of his best friend's was just out of question. So, when he felt the first shock rippling through his chest he really shouldn’t have been surprised. His body spasmed as the current seeped into his bones, and he felt his chest being cut open followed by the smell of burnt skin. He couldn’t help but let out a loud groan. The shock wasn’t very high but he knew it was just a demonstration about what his kidnappers were actually capable of.
When he opened his eyes again the girl was standing in front of him holding a whip crackling with electricity wearing a smirk on her face. “You know Rogers, I hope you don’t start talking too soon, you’ll take away all of my fun. After all who doesn’t want to see a super soldier break?” When Steve didn’t react at all she continued, “you know dealing with the Winter Soldier was a lot easier. We couldn’t make him bleed, but there was great satisfaction in watching him forget who he used to be.” Steve couldn’t help but bristle at the mention of his brother, he knows all about how deep Hydra's impact was and the great degree of investment the team had to put in to finally break Hydra’s hold from Bucky. As a response Steve only sneered at her, and she gave a snort in return. Steve had to give it to her he was impressed at how she wasn’t backing off even a bit seeing as she had a super soldier in full rage in front of her but then again, they were the ones who kidnapped him and were also able to contain him so they did have the upper hand for the time-being. She came forward and held his face in her hand and whispered in his ears, “Going to make you bleed now Captain, I want to witness how you writhe and cry for help.”
Steve braced himself for the first crack of whip against his chest but it still hurt as much. He cried out in pain as the crisscross motion of the whip littered his chest in new lacerations. Every crack that led to his skin splitting apart was pure agony. He could feel the cuts going deeper his muscle tissues breaking, ripping apart as blood oozed out. Each and every volt of electricity made his muscles taut and he couldn’t help but scream as the tension cracked open the cuts more. He had no concept of time and with every snap of the whip the urge to lose consciousness became more. He had lost all coherent thought and was finally starting to slip under when his eyes opened with a jolt and he thrashed around trying to catch a breath. Ice cold water flowed through his hair down to his navel and the chill of the water sank in his skin and seeping through the wounds making them sting more. His chest hurt and every single breath was torture. When he finally came back to himself the girl was curling her whip around her hand, “hey handsome, welcome back. I'll let you rest now just gonna do a bit of decorating and then we’re set to go.” As she was saying this, she drew out a spiked dagger, which had jagged edges on both sides and started to make patterns on Steve’s shoulders down to the middle of his chest. Steve let out a loud scream his voice becoming hoarser as time passed. He was so tired. He felt as if two dozen saw blades had cut through his skin. The wounds were sending sparkles of pain all over his body and his arms hurt from where they were bearing the whole weight of his body. The cuts and jagged skin needed time and rest to heal but it was clear that he won’t be getting any kind of shut eye anytime soon. He was brought out of his categorizing as sharp white pain shot through his body again and he lost some time trying to get his breathing and heartbeat in sync. When he looked down the knife was embedded beneath the left side of his ribs and blood was seeping out. If the knife stayed in the wound won’t heal as the skin would keep on being cut around the sharp edges of the knife and he’ll keep on losing blood.
“Now I’m gonna let you rest for a bit boy; I want the code to the emergency open of Ironman’s armor tomorrow otherwise you’ll have to endure a lot more than today. And I mean it.” She patted his cheek as she left the room leaving Steve drained and exhausted with no light or any kind of warmth in the room.
“This is definitely going to be fun", thought Steve as he shut his eyes trying to grasp some sought of peace for the night.
Clint held on to his bow with a hard grip enough to turn his knuckles white. As the whip connected with Steve’s skin again everyone inhaled an audible gasp. No one dared to breathe as the floor filled with the sounds of Steve’s agonizing screams. The tension in the room broke as the clattering of the coffee table breaking filled the room. Every head turned towards the sound as they saw Bucky holding the remains of what once was the beloved table in the center of the communal floor. Tony could understand what Bucky felt, he himself was on the verge of blowing every single thing in the vicinity but he needed to stay calm for Steve’s sake. No one said a thing as Tony called out to JARVIS, “J, how’s the tracking going?”
“Sir I have started the search for Captain Rogers but the signals of the tracker planted in his leg are being jammed. I’m currently trying to break through the signal frequencies and simultaneously trying to take over the jammers in the area to stop the different signal frequencies. Face scans are being run but the results will take time.”
“Alright J, keep on working and keep me updated but be fast.”
Everyone's attention moved back towards the screen where a jagged dagger was currently being twisted and being inserted beneath the left side of Steve’s chest. A shiver ran down Tony’s spine and he inhaled a shaky breath digging his nails in the palm of his hands to stop himself from hitting someone in the jaw unintentionally. A thunder broke outside the tower and on turning Tony saw Thor’s face being clouded with an expression as grim and full of resentment, and Tony was sure it resembled the expressions on everyone else’s face too. As the girl left Steve bleeding and hurting hands tied Tony was already planning all he could do to make her pay.