Y/N wakes up with a sudden gasp, her chest raising slightly of the cold surface she laid on. Her head was fuzzy, blinking to try to focus her eyesight as she took in her surroundings.
She starts to push herself up but stops when she realises she can't. Looking down, y/n realises there's cuffs around her wrists to stop her arms from moving . "What the hell."
Shift her eyes to her feet she sees that her ankles are also held in place by the metal. Okay now she's starting to freak. It wasn't until her mind started working over time that she realised where she was.
Her body was laid on top of a metal table, arms and legs bound to it. Her clothing had been removed and she was left in underwear someone had put on her. Who the hell had dressed her.
Her thoughts were answered as if they read her mind, "Ah, you're awake." Y/n's head shot around to find where the voice was coming from, finding a small speaker in the corner of the room.
"It's so nice to have you here y/n." He continued speaking as she took in her room, her mind already piecing together what happened to end up here. She and Steve had been taking a late night walk near the compound, talking and laughing, and then it all goes black.
The man's manic laughing bought her out of the memory, "I've been watching you for months, waiting, biding my time until the perfect moment. When I showed up to take you, I didn't expect to find THE Steve Rogers along side you. But I wasn't scared, I got him too!" He sung.
Who the hell is this psychopath. He was watching us? Wait. He got Steve too?
"What do you want." Y/n asked, fear coalescing through her."
All the walls were white, floor and celing too. The lights were bright, clinically bright, it almost hurt y/n to keep her eyes open. But she didn't spit the two way mirror on her right, her reflection staring back at her.
"Here we go! That's the questions I want to hear!" He exclaimed, "Oh, y/n. My beautiful, precious y/n. I've been watching you for some time now. Admiring your beauty." He breathed in deeply, loudly, then let it all out, "God you're insatiable."
"What do you want with me." Her voice shook as her eyes searched the mirror for any sign of him.
He chuckled lowly, "I want to teach you a lesson."
"What? Why?"
He slammed something they couldn't see, "BECAUSE YOU NEED TO LEARN." A few more ragged breaths came from the speaker as y/n's eyes grew teary, "All you stupid girls need to learn."
"I didn't do anything to you." She wriggled on the table, brows furrowing as tears dropped down the sides of her face, "I didn't do anything! Please!"
The door opened sharply, Steve running in with wide eyes and towards you instantly, taking in every thing before him.
"No, y/n." His hands reach for the cuffs first, tugging at them, "Are you okay."
Before she could speak, the door slammed shut, echoing through the room. Both their heads snapped to it, eyes wide, Steve ran to it, pushing, pulling, slamming, yelling. It wouldn't give. A chilling silence spread in the air.
"Hello, Mr Rogers." The voice was calm now, unbothered, informative. "Well done for finding us. Of course, it wasn't meant to be hard. This is all how I planned."
"Who are you? What do you want?." Steve scanned the room. Looking for the source of the voice, searching for weapons, trying to find an exit. Piecing together the little information the room held.
The man on the other side stayed silent, calculating his next words before he spoke, "I need a... a little favour."
Steve looked over to y/n, searching across her body for injuries and assessing her state. She shook from fear, shrinking in on herself to appear smaller, not wanting to be seen. She looked away from his eyes, embarrassed to be seen, especially with what little clothing she had on.
"What favour." His Captain America voice is hard, deep, furious.
A section of the wall started to move, it split in half and moved to the side to travel a wall of tools. A wide selection of knives, ropes, hammers, cuffs, pliers, scissors, gags. Everything hung in neat lines, ordered by size.
"You're going to help me hurt her."
