Chapter 12
The Winter Soldier has not come in three days.
There is another person to substitute for him, the Captain himself, and he seems angrier than usual, inflicting pain twice or even thrice the amount of which the Winter Soldier did, and the amount of pain Bucky inflicted was... unimaginable.
He goes hard on you.
You still say no to his proposal.
You thank god that Bucky doesn't come anymore, but you aren't sure if that's a good or bad thing, because it either meant that he died or he escaped.
Today, the Captain strolls into the cell as usual, and pridefully tries not to slip in the blood.
In your blood.
You just realize how much you bled. It's covering the whole cell, and it just reeks.
He strides towards you, and starts to say the same thing again....
When the door is blasted off its hinges.
He turns, surprised, and whips out his gun, but faster than he can react, there's a bullet through his heart and he's falling to the floor.
"Not fast enough." Natasha Romanoff smirks, and holsters her gun again.
Hawkeye looks at the scene in front of him, all bloody, and runs out. You hear throwing up noises.
Tony frowns. "What's that smell? Blood?"
Cap just kneels down and touches the blood on the floor. "Someone bled all over this place."
"Starting from about a week and a half ago, looking at the blood, so it isn't that guy I shot." Natasha crouches down. "Who was here?"
He scans the room. Your breath catches when his eyes sweep over you, but he just shrugs. "No one there."
"FRIDAY, analyze this blood." Tony tells FRIDAY.
"Will do."
A pause.
A whirring sound you can only guess as analysis.
Don't let them find me like this, please, weak and defenseless and covered in blood...
"Blood matched."
No, please....
"Matched with Miss (Y/N) Stark."
Tony whimpers. "No, no, not my baby girl..."
"Tony," Nat offers her condolences. "Maybe it's just a mistake or-"
"IT'S NOT A GODDAMN MISTAKE!" Tony shouts. "FRIDAY DOESN'T MAKE MISTAKES, I DESIGNED HER MYSELF! AS MUCH AS I DON'T WANT TO BELIEVE IT, THIS IS (Y/N)'S BLOOD!"
Cap sighs and looks down. "She's probably alive. HYDRA might think she's useful."
"If they thought she was useful, why is her blood painting the floor?" Tony snaps. "Where is she?"
Hawkeye stumbles into the room, and his gaze lingers uncomfortably on you. "Oh, god..." he mumbles. "(Y/N)...."
"What?" Tony turns towards him.
He just looks at him weirdly. "What are you, blind? All of you? She's right there." Pointing straight to you.
"She's in the corner." Cap narrows his eyes at you, and he nods. "Yes, I can see her."
No, NO, NO! Damn Hawkeye's super vision!
"(Y/N)?" Nat steps forwards, ad takes out a small torch, shining it towards you. The light is blinding, and you whimper at the first bright light you've seen for one and a half weeks.
"Baby girl..." Tony's eyes widen as he takes in your scarred, bloody form.
"(Y/N), come here." Nat doesn't concern herself with the blood as she unlocks your cuffs, holding onto your wrist. You wince. "Are you okay?"
Cap kneels next to you, and you can't help but have a flash of deja vu- he looks so similar to Bucky in height, stockiness, body structure that you can't help it. You flinch away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"I think she needs someone less huge right now." Nat just smiles at you. "Hey, hey. It's okay. We're here now."
You sob and bury your face in her chest, wincing at how the material aggravates your scars. "N...nat?"
"Yeah. We're here. You're safe now."
"I... it hurts...." The Avengers know you're not one to bawl or complain about pain, so they know that when you do, it's serious. "I.... I miss Tony."
Perking up at the sound of his name, Tony walks over to you and the visor of his helmet snaps up, revealing the ever so familiar face. "Hey, kiddo."
"I've been waiting for you so.... so..." You wipe your tears with the back of your hand, the blood and tears mingling with each other. "....so long."
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He shushes you and rocks you, like he used to do when you were small. "God, I'm so sorry."