You were on a boat filled with SHIELD agents. Of course, you had the highest clearance.
You were overseeing an important shipment for Fury.
All of a sudden, you spotted people running up the sides of thip.
You spoke into your communication bracelet, “Security has been breached! Secure shipment immediately!”
You waited for a reply as you pulled out your gun.
“Shipment secure,” you heard.
There was a strange sound that followed.
“Hello, Agent,” you heard someone snarl with a thick European accent.
“What do you want?” i replied.
“I have hostages. And I want the package. You have five minutes before I start shooting people,” he said.
You bit your lip, thinking quickly. You had to protect the package, but didn’t want anyone to lose their life.
“Want to hear a secret?” you breathed into the communicator.
“What?” he said.
“I am the package,” you lied.
There was a long pause.
“Surrender yourself and we will let everyone live,” he said.
“Where?” i asked.
“On the main deck,” he breathed.
You stepped out from the side and walked slowly to the middle of the ship.
You raised your hands in the air and threw your gun away from you, getting on your knees.
You were knocked out from behind.
Three weeks later and you were a bruised and bloody mess. You were being tortured for information on SHIELD secrets. Of course, you kept your mouth shut.
You laid back on the table you were strapped to. Under your head was an empty bucket. There was a towel in the man’s hand and a full bucket next to him.
You knew what he was going to do and you laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“We’re going old school,” you smiled.
He glowered at you and backhanded you.
You just laughed again.
He growled and threw the table over your face. He slowly began to drown you. You spluttered and struggled until he removed the towel.
This action was repeated multiple times until he got tired.
He had chained you up to the wall, forcing you to stand facing him. He then began to whip you, shouting out questions.
You refused to show weakness or answer, so you just clenched your jaw and fists while gritting your teeth.
“Why hasn’t SHIELD sent anyone to save you?” he asked.
“I’m just an agent. I’m expendable,” you responded.
“Aw, don’t say that, Y/N,” someone said from the doorway.
“Steve!” you gasped, recognizing your best friend immediately.
Your torturer tried to whip Steve, but he grabbed the whip and yanked the man to the floor, knocking him out with his SHIELD.
Steve unchained you, causing you to weakly fall into his arms.
“How can I thank you?” you asked.
“Well, Y/N, you can let me take you to dinner,” he said.
“It’d be an honor.”