Y/n's pov
I woke up on a chair in a dark room, my hands tied around my back, a headache pounding through my head, my lip stinging when I licked it.
I looked around, trying to remember how I got there, but it was no use.
Then I shifted a bit in my seat and I felt something in my back pocket.
My transponder.
I felt my wrists burning when I tried moving them, but I had to, only to wince in pain.
These damn ropes are tied too tight.
After a couple tries I had gotten it, I pushed the button, turning it on and sending a signal to the Avengers of where I am.
I pressed a different button on it, signaling that I could be in immediate danger.
I sighed softly as I put it back, only to wince in pain again.
I sighed as I fell back asleep.
*Hours later*
I woke up to something slapping me awake.
I woke up immediately, only to be faced with 7-9 men.
One was in the front, raising his hand again to slap me.
Then his hand made contact with my cheek, leaving it with a harsh sting.
I winced softly.
"That feels good doesn't it?" He asked.
"No," I winced again "it does not."
"Good." He said and turned around, whispered something to the other guys, and then he left.
Two guys came up to me and they bombarded me with questions, asking very private and personal questions about me and my friends, the Avengers.
Each question I would respond with "Go fuck yourselves."
"I don't know shit about the Avengers, just because I work with them, doesn't mean I know them, I apologize for letting you down, can I go now?" I asked.
"Not until you give us some useful information, then we can let you go, but not in the way you think." The guy on the left said.
The guy on the right stood up and he punched my mouth harshly, leaving me to whimper softly in pain.
I felt the warm blood dribble down from my mouth to my chin.
He punched me again, his ring making contact with my cheek before the rest of his fist did, his ring tearing the skin on my cheek, I felt the cool air hit the new wound on my cheek.
Then he sat back down and then he raised a gun to my chest.
Right over my heart.
I showed no signs of fear to these men, because showing them that I fear them, would make them continue what they're doing.
"Now tell us everything that you know." He said.
"Up your ass." I spat.
There was a loud crash outside the room.
Then I heard gunshots from outside the room.
I looked to the door, my eyes filled with hope.
The men in the room ran out, leaving the door open.
Then I heard more gunshots, and heavy thudding of dead bodies.
I sighed in relief, knowing that they're not coming back.
"She's close, I know she is." I heard Natasha whisper.
I gasped as softly possible.
Then I saw Natasha walk by the door, she looked directly at me and she smiled softly.
She walked in, and quickly walked behind me.
I heard a knife click, then ropes tearing and then my hands went to in front of me so I could see them.
She helped me get up and she took my arm and put it over her shoulder, her other hand was on my waist, helping me stand so I don't fall.
"Thanks Nat." I said quietly.
"I'm not the only one who's here, Steve saw the signal and he got really worried, called in the whole team."
"I could've been dead if I didn't have my transponder." I said.
She smiled and then she walked us out to the corridor, and she practically dragged me out to the Quinjet.
She opened the door and she set me down on a seat, I sighed softly as I smiled at her.
"Thanks Nat."
"No problem, I know you would do the same for me." She said and patted my cheek, then she started leaving.
She touched her earpiece and she said "Y/n is secure on the Quinjet."
"Sam, she's looking a little bruised up, can you help her?" She asked.
"Oh sure." He said before getting up, grabbing the first aid kit, and he started cleaning me up.
Then Nat left and then Sam asked "What happened?"
"That's the exact same question that Steve is going to ask when he sees me."
He looked at me, still looking for an answer.
I sighed.
"I don't know what happened, this solo mission went very wrong didn't it?" I chuckled weakly.
"Yeah, it did." He said.
I sighed softly as he put a cotton ball on my cheek.
Then I hissed at the stinging of the hydrogen peroxide cleaning my wound.
"Sorry, I probably should've given you a heads up." He said as he immediately pulled the cotton ball away.
I could tell that Sam was being genuine so I said "No it's.. okay."
He put the cotton ball back on my cheek softly, letting it sit for a minute so it could clean my wound.
He pulled it away and then he grabbed a cloth, and started wiping the blood off my chin.
I heard footsteps and then I heard faster footsteps.
"There's Steve." Sam whispered.
I sighed as I gave Sam a guilty look.
"It wasn't your fault, y/n." Sam said then he got up and walked away.
Then I saw Steve, and he was worried out of his mind.
He kneeled in front of me, searching me for any serious wounds.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes I'm fine." I smiled, only to wince from a cut on my lip.
He put his hands on my cheek.
"I was worried out of my mind! What happened?" He asked and I looked at floor, it suddenly getting more interesting then Steve's question.
"What happened?"
I looked into his eyes and I said honestly "I don't know."
He kissed my cheek softly, so he didn't hurt the small cut on my cheek.
"You could've gotten killed." He said, emotion showing through in his voice.
"But you're glad I didn't." I looked into his eyes with sadness.
He nodded softly.
His eyes looked into mine.
"You need to be more careful." He said softly, a tear spilling down his cheek.
"I tried."
I heard him gulp softly.
"I shouldn't have let you go alone." His voice cracked.
I gulped, looking into his eyes, matching his level of guilt and sadness.
"I know." I said as I rubbed my sore wrists.
He hugged me tightly.
I hugged him back, just as tight.
"I was worried out of my mind." He said quietly.
"Steve I'm so sorry." I said, a tear falling down my cheek.
I buried my head into the crook of his neck.
"I'm so sorry baby." I cried.
His hand rubbed my back, soothing me.
*An hour later*
We got back to the tower and I followed Steve to our room.
I sat down on our bed and I gulped.
"You could've gotten killed!" He said.
"I know!" I said back.
"You don't have to keep saying it." I said.
"I already feel guilty enough."
I felt hot tears go down my face.
"Did you tell them anything?"
"Yeah I told them: 'Up your ass."
"Really?" He asked, surprised.
I let out a short, soft giggle, then I stopped myself.
"Yeah." I said as a smile tried to tug at my lips.
"They hurt you." He said as he kneeled in front of me.
I tried to stop myself from smiling at such a serious moment like this, but I couldn't stop myself.
I smiled at him and he looked up at me, confused.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I don't know." I said, my smile wide.
"That was probably the scariest thing I've ever done." I said.
"Really?"
"But I didn't show it." I said.
"How many-"
"There were 7-9 men, I couldn't count, but I do know is that I was woken up by someone slapping me,-"
His jaw dropped "Slapping you?"
"I- yes."
"He left and then two men interrogated me, asking me everything that I knew about the Avengers."
"You know everything about us." He said.
"I didn't say anything about you guys." I said as I scratched my arm, a nervous tick of mine.
"Hey, but the important thing is, is that you're here." He said, caressing my cheek.
I sighed softly, slightly leaning into his hand, yearning for his touch.
"I love you." He said.
I put my hand on his.
I looked into his eyes adoringly.
I smiled softly as he kissed my cheek.
"I love you too."
I've really got to stop ending my chapters with "I love you's."
I feel like it's getting annoying.