Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

Nothing but the Truth - Pt.6/8

"You," Steve muttered, glaring at your masked captor.

You blinked simultaneously with Steve; while he was apparently attempting to shake off his drowsiness, you were simply confused.

He... had he had an idea who this psycho was?

Your captor ignored him though and went to seat himself to a chair by the polygraph and one more device, causing your face drain of all colour in a terrifying premonition.

"Now that we are all set-"

"You're the vendor," Steve stated, still fighting the effect of sedatives, forcing his muscles to move according his commands.

The fact that he couldn't was heart-breaking, but what he called the man behind the mask was downright mind-blowing.

The... the vendor? As if-

The man sighed, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he reached for the edge of the mask, pealing it off.

To your undiluted shock, he truly revealed a face of a man who had sold you the ring.

What the actual-- you had found him creepy okay, but not I'm-going-to-kidnap-you-and-torture-you creepy! How—how did he even get to you, how did he overpowered a freaking supersoldier, how he moved him anywhere, Steve was a mass of muscle, heavy and this guy was just-

"Nothing escapes your attention, I see," the unmasked man remarked. "I should have known. There is no point in hiding then. Let's begin-"

"How did you find us?" Steve demanded and for the first time since you had been back to consciousness, it dawned to you that... this was, in fact, what you had wanted. You wanted the man behind the kidnappings to find you.

You most definitely hadn't wanted it to come to this¸ but-

Despite feeling like absolute shit, cold and terrified in your very core, you... you forced yourself to stop freaking out that much at least. Your mission was on. This was the plan.

Kinda.

"The tracker in the ring, naturally," the madman answered almost kindly, one corner of his lips rising.

Your heart nearly gave out; he put a tracker in the ring?! What the fuck?!

And then it hit you; a tracker.

You had two trackers on you now; one in the ring from this psycho, one in the necklace from Tony freaking Stark.

The Avengers must have been on their way already Your eyes fluttered close, relief flooding your veins from the centre of your chest to your fingertips. It would be over soon.

Right?

"Unfortunately, I have to inform you I needed to deactivate the tracking devices in your necklace and belt."

Your eyes snapped open in horror, finding Steve's alarmed ones.

What? WHAT?!

Fuck.

No, don't freak out (again) just yet! Surely Tony freaking Stark had counted on that option, right? Because he was a genius, he-

The pure horror in Steve's face told you otherwise. No, he hadn't. At least not that Steve knew of.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK-!!

Steve slowly shook his head, grimacing; he wasn't one to give up. And spotting the terror on your face, he most definitely was not the one to submit, no, he would be the one to keep your head above water before you could drown in panic.