Marvel Imagines

Payback [S.R.] 🌨🧊

Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader

Warning(s): swearing, kidnapping, non-consensual nudity, non-consensual drug use, non-graphic human experimentation

Summary: basically you're kidnapped by the government because Steve, your dad, didn't do what they wanted. They experiment on you because they want to know if the serum can be passed down through reproduction (and just to torture you/hurt Steve in the process).

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You don't remember much about being taken, only a few loud bangs coming from outside you and your dad's apartment door, loud and continuous shouting, and a sharp sting on the back of your neck. And fear, lots of fear.

Then, there was nothing, something, nothing again, cold something, painful something, and even more nothing. Then, again, a painful something and a bright something, an overwhelming flash of bright white light. It took a lot of time and endurance against the copious amounts of pain before your eyes decided to adjust.

You realize very quickly that you're in a room flooded with scientists, almost completely naked with the exception for the tight leather straps that hold you down against a metal table. There's even a strap wrapped around your forehead, very tight and feeling as if it's cutting off blood flow. You can feel an incredible migraine beating at the back of your skull.

As you're forced to lay on this cold table, humiliation growing heavier and barely any energy to even attempt to struggle free, the evil scientists don't bother hesitating with sticking more needles through your skin. They take as much blood from your veins as they inject any number of substances and chemicals and drugs to replace it. It isn't long with such treatment before there's nothing again.

It feels like you're only out for seconds, but you know for a fact you weren't because when you open your eyes again, slowly and strained, you're in an all white, windowless cell. Your vision is blurry, jumbled around with black spots and bright spirals, and your stomach is cramping violently. The lights overhead are too bright, as bright as the other room you had been in.

In an attempt to relieve the pain in your stomach, you curl in on yourself. You had hoped it would help, even if only a little, but it turns out to make it worse. There are loud slamming noises coming from... somewhere. Outside your cell, maybe, but you can't bring yourself to focus on them.

The cramping increases dizzyingly quickly. You barely manage to push your towards the edge of the ratty, bare mattress sitting on the floor before you empty the contents in your stomach all over the floor. Both the pain and your sudden lack of breath cause your world to spin out of control.

You pass out again just when you hear the screech of the door opening, not knowing it you should feel terrified about all the unknown things these people could do to you while you're out cold or grateful that you won't be awake to remember any of it.

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Sam leans against the doorframe while Natasha takes her spot against the wall next to him. Natasha gestures with her head towards you, laying motionless in the white sheets, wires coming off of you in dozens. "How's she doing?"

Steve stares at you, tired concern evident on his face. "Better," is all he says, voice strained and gruff with guilt and sleep.

"You should get some rest," Sam tells him gently.

Steve sighs. "Don't know how I can." Silently, Sam understands what Steve means. He doesn't want to leave your side for even a second after all that you had been put through.

"Steve," Natasha says, grabbing Steve's attention. "You know it wasn't your fault."

"I want to believe you," Steve admits, voice growing shaky. Steve finally looks away from you and towards his friends. "But, she's my daughter."

Natasha and Sam exchange looks, furrows on their eyebrows. Sam sighs, wondering futilely, "How about something to eat?" But, Steve shakes his head. Sam says anyway, "I'll bring you something when Y/n wakes up, alright?"

Sam doesn't wait for Steve to respond before he pushes off from the doorway, turning around and leaving without another word. Natasha follows, sending one last look towards Steve.

Steve sits in dead silence. It isn't long before the steady beeping of your heart monitor lull him back to an unsettled doze once more.