-Warning: violence, and cursing. If you're uncomfortable with these topics, I suggest you leave
He awoke suddenly, he was in a white medical room, it was nothing like what'd he'd been in at hydra, this one seemed cleaner, it was new, he had no idea where he was.
He looked around, mortified by the new environment. As he started pulling things off him, he looked at his right arm, it was completely torn off from the elbow down.
He looked disheveled, crying out, he immediately got up, his legs were shaky and he couldn't breathe, he ran out of the hospital room, he recognized this place from Pierce showing pictures of it, he was in the stark tower. He ran around, trying to find a way out, he was then stopped by Captain America, with a firm grab on left arm, He sobbed at the touch, he hated being grabbed, trying to escape,
"Hey, hey, hey, it's ok, I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm just trying to help, my name's Steve" Steve said calmly, but y/n was not having it,
He couldn't breath, the stimulation from the lights made him sick, trying to resist falling to the ground, choking out sobs.
"I promise I'm trying to help you, now come here" he grunted, pulling y/n back towards the medical room. He kept yelling incoherent things, recoiling and punching Steve, who let go of him for a minute, y/n used this to get free and ran off, before being stopped by someone else, Natasha, who grabbed him gently but firmly.
He continued to try and shake free, his lungs feeling as if they were collapsing, Steve had caught up to him by now, he was cornered, trying to shake free like he did when he was first taken to HYDRA.
"Kid, we're just here to help, calm down please." Natasha said, firmly placing her hands in his shoulders, he looked at her, sobbing, but not ready to give in, still trying to shake free
Steve raised his voice to be louder than his yelling, "Kid! Calm down!" He spoke loudly, looking down at y/n who immediately stopped, wiping his tears and looking up at Steve with an empty stare, ready to obey any orders. He gave a concerned look to Natasha,
"Kid, we need to help you, but in order to do that, you need to go back to the medical room, got it?" He asked, y/n nodded swiftly, beginning to walk back on his own. Once he arrived he sat back down in the bed, uncomfortable with how soft it was, sitting on the floor. He buried his head in between his knees.
"Hey, what's your name?" Steve asked, squatting down in front of him, y/n said nothing, not even looking at him
he sneered, finally looking up at him, standing up and rolling over the bed onto the other side, not liking being in close quarters with him.
Natasha questioned him further. blocking the exit with her body, staring at him, Steve stood, staring at him as well
He couldn't speak, only staring at the floor, refusing to make eye contact. His hand turned into a fist. Natasha and Steve looked at each other, then Sam knocked and came in, seeing what was happening
"Oh, he's awake," Sam said, leaning against the wall next to Natasha, looking unimpressed, and a bit disappointed he was beaten up by a child, an ice pack to his jaw.
"You can't have your things back, and we're not taking you to HYDRA. You're staying here, got it?" Steve said, pointing his finger down on the bed like a parent scolding their child for sneaking out of the house.
He didn't say anything, quickly pushing off the floor and glanced out the window, seeing an elevator going down and without missing a beat he broke the window my smashing through it with his body, falling onto the elevator
"Oh my god!" Steve exclaimed in annoyance, grabbing his shield from the wall it was mounted in and taking after him, diving onto the same elevator, Y/n had broken through the top, he was now on the weapons room
He ran around urgently, grabbing anything he could use to defend himself, he found a hammer, but couldn't lift it, until he found his gear, it was laid out on a table, likely as evidence, he didn't care.
The alarm sounded suddenly, the large beeping was distracting him, but he quickly refocused, grabbing his body armor and his knives, Steve made it to where he was, but y/n was ready, jumping and grabbing onto him, tackling him, his main objective was to get out, so he didn't care about fighting, now just running down the many flights of stairs. Security was running to that floor and they blocked his way down, he pushed through them through quick stabs and slices, continuing to run.
He eventually got to a point where the security was too tight and the people had weapons themselves, he narrowed his eyes at him, before jumping, tumbling down the flights by throwing himself over the railing, he fell for a while, then grabbing at a railing, the sudden break of the fall made him lose his grip and he continued falling, smashing into the ground floor
"Ow, ow, ow, ow." He groaned, slowly getting up, he looked up to see the avengers surrounding him, his eyes widened, looking around at all of them, he knew all of their names from having to research them, it was the falcon, black widow, Thor, captain America, Ironman, or Tony Stark, Scarlet witch, and Hawkeye.
"Oh shit."he muttered under his breath, moving to get up, breathing heavily as he struggled to regain his breath, his legs shaking as he stood with a slight shrivel, not to his actual height, he didn't want to be too exposed to these people.
"What's your name kid?" The voice came this time from Tony stark. Who was standing in the center of the group with his arms crossed, he was wearing a nice suit, nothing like his Iron Man persona, which he found interesting, but the look in his face seemed slightly indecipherable.
He shook his head as to not answer, not moving considering he was very much outnumbered. His hand grasped around a knife.
"Clint, tranquilize him, he's clearly not that calm." Tony commanded, gesturing to Clint, he already had his bow raised, y/n backed up, the grip on his knife growing tighter.
"Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt" Clint said, shooting, he was right, it didn't hurt, but it was very effective, he was out before he hit the floor. His vision went dark almost instantly.
He woke up with arm restraints, in the same hospital bed the Avengers now standing around him, he looked around frantically, not having much energy, the tranquilizer was still in effect, he tried moving his arm and legs, both being restrained.
"Good, you're awake" Tony said, adjusting his glasses, the others were still staring at y/n
He hummed to himself slightly, hyperventilating, his legs shaking and his hands trembling, not being able to be very loud.
"Ok, kid, I need you to tell us your name, your age, and what the hell you were doing at HYDRA." Tony retorted, now leaning his hands against the bars that lined the medical bed.
He didn't say anything, it would be much more beneficial for his sake if he kept his trap shut, so he just narrowed his eyes at Tony Stark.
He rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'm done, I'm going to go to sleep, y'all tell me how it goes" he yawned, walking out the room. The team shrugged, looking at each other
"You know what, be ready to talk tomorrow, I'm going to bed." Clint said, walking out the room, many agreed voices and chats happened, until only Steve was left.
"Dang, guess I'm just gonna watch over you" he said, sitting down, his eyes seemed to cloud, lost in thought.
Y/n sighed, rolling his eyes and staring at Steve, he could tell exactly what he was thinking just by his facial expression, he looked confused, and in his eyes, there was a hint of anger, of guilt, he didn't want to give anything away though, so he just laid down in the bed, patiently waiting.
"I'm going to sleep." He said, leaning back in a chair. The room they were in wasn't small in any sort of way, but wasn't very spacious. He hated having to be in the same room with him, but he couldn't do much, being strapped down.
It was practically midnight, and y/n wasn't asleep, he saw something in the window, however, he looked up to see it was the Winter Soldier, staring at him, he quickly slipped in through the massive break in the window.
He was held on by a strong rope, using a knife, he cut the restraints off him. Y/n got up, taking his body armor and knives off of a table in the room. Captain Rogers was still asleep. The Winter Soldier grabbed him by the arm he was carrying things with and they scaled back up the building
"Couldn't have gotten me sooner? I got tranquilised trying to free myself." He said as they reached the top, there was a helicopter waiting for them, they walked over to see some guards waiting for them.
"Be glad you're getting rescued." The Winter Soldier spoke as they boarded the helicopter, not commenting on y/n's arm,
"Do you know what their going to do with my arm, you know, considering half of its fucking gone." He asked, because he had a prosthetic arm.
"What do you think? They're gonna make you a permanent prosthetic." His voice was harsh, with an undertone of annoyance at the amount of questions he had. Y/n took the hint, shutting up, the helicopter started up. Stirring the air, and likely the people asleep.
"You know, they were pretty nice I guess." He said, quietly, the Winter Soldier looked at him with anger.
"They're our mission. Snap out of it." He said angrily, resting his head on the seat back. Y/n sighed, simply nodding, he was sleep deprived, he hadn't slept for two days now, starting to see things in the corner of his eyes that don't normally exist.
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