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Sing me one last song	By : MissBoaBoa Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello my fellow midgardians!
Jeej, chapter 4 is now ready to roll. Hope you guys like it as well!
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Steve opened his eyes to the sound of a song he knew all too well. A song dedicated to him, to Captain America. To his bravery, his strength and his loyalty. A song which made him feel like nothing more but a circus monkey. He struggled to keep his heavy eyelids open, the sight of total darkness not changing.
He was sitting on the ground. His knees pressed against his chest, his arms tightly folded around his legs, head resting upon his knees. Every joint in his body ached, a nagging, burning pain reaching from the tip of his toes to the back of his throbbing head. He tried to raise his head and stretch his limps, hoping to subdue the pain. He stretched his legs a mere inch before his toes bumped onto a wall. With narrowed eyes and his heartrate increasing, he tried to stretch his arms. His hands quickly connected with the wooden barricade as well. He scanned his surrounding with his fingertips. Above, underneath, left and right but all he felt was the texture of wood, forcing his body into this cramped position.
He felt a cold sweat breaking out and tried to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart. But even doing something as simple as expanding his chest proved to be difficult as his knees kept his lungs from fully extending. ‘No… Shit… shit, shit, shit, shit!’
He clenched his hands into fists, hitting the wall in front of him as hard as he could but it was in vain. How could a simple wooden board still stand after being hit by his superhuman strength punches?! He tried again, and again and again. Just as long till his fists started bleeding. He felt helpless and weak, soft whispering cries rolling from the back of his throat only to be followed by primal screaming as he started kicking and punching with all his might.
‘HEY?! HEY, LET ME OUT! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?! TONY?! CLINT?! THOR?! BANNER?! NATASHA?!... Loki… anybody, please… Let me out…’
After a while, the panic which had taken over Steve’s entire body started to fade, leaving him trembling and cold. His cries for help remained unanswered and he could feel the uncontrollable flow of tears rushing down his face. And that song… that bloody song just kept repeating.
How long had he been crying? How long had he been trapped inside this box? Steve stared at his hands, not even knowing if he could really see them or if it was all in his head. His fingertips had gone numb at some point after scratching them over the wooden board. He had tried so desperately to get out, the adrenaline kick had blocked the pain at first but as soon as the hormone was driven from his blood, he could feel the lancinating pain striking him as splinters pierced his flesh and underneath his bloodied fingernails.
He squirmed and placed his hands on his abdomen, trying to calm his growling stomach. He felt lightheaded and weak of hunger and thirst, constantly fading in and out of consciousness. He couldn’t even tell anymore weather he was awake or asleep. The song had started to lose form, becoming nothing more than constant echoing of empty lyrics. It felt like a drug, intoxicating his brain.
Steve had almost given up hope. His chapped lips moving brainlessly along to the song, without making any sound. He could hear a loud, buzzing noise over his head but didn’t bother to look up. He knew he could not lift his head and look skywards anyway. Then, the music stopped and a brilliant white light blinded him completely as a gust of cold air made his skin shiver. Two pair of hands grabbed his arms and pulled him out of his desperate plight. He screamed in pain as his body got hauled straight, every cramped muscle protesting heavily to the sudden change of position.
‘Ah, if it is not the great Captain America. Welcome, mister Rogers. Oh it’s almost like unboxing a birthday present.’ A man spoke to him in a merry tone.
Steve growled in pain as he tried to look up, his neck and head making heavy protest to the movement. He instinctively scanned the cold, open room, looking for an exit but couldn’t find one. There was a large metal box in the middle of the room, its lid lying on the floor. Next to it stood a table with two chairs and a white cloth covering it.
He was surrounded by five men in black uniforms and masks. Four of them holding him down, one leaning against the table, his arms crossed. Those clothes looked… familiar. Steve’s eyes widened as he remembered their origin.
The man leaning against the table walked towards him, casually. ‘I see you recognize these… relics.’ He showed off his uniform, a long black leather coat, the characteristic red skull and six tentacles sewn on its shoulders. ‘I’m so happy that you do, I really am. It wasn’t easy to get my hands on these World War II HYDRA outfits but it was worth it. They do fit like a glove you know.’ The man smiled brightly. ‘I was almost about to give up, but then I thought to myself… I will have the greatest superhero on earth in my company,-’ He looked down at Steve as he was held on his knees, weakly trying to break free. The man took hold of Steve’s hair, pulling him closer. His kind smile instantly turning false. ‘-better try my best to make him feel right at home.’
He pushed Steve hard to the ground as he let go of his hair. ‘You must be hungry.’ The kind smile return. He snapped his fingers, signaling two of the men holding Steve down to the table. ‘Did you know the human body can maintain without food for months? As for water… well, he wouldn’t last for more than three days, give or take a few hours.’ He walked towards the table, sitting down on one of the chairs, his henchmen standing at his side. One of them pulled off the cloth, revealing a perfectly set table. Steve was roughly pulled on his feet and dragged towards the table. They pushed him down on the free chair, opposite of the man who was now pouring himself a glass of red wine.
‘Who are you?’ Steve asked weakly, his dry throat hurting with the vibrations of his vocal cords.
‘Oh! Where are my manners? I am Noud Schmidt, head of HYDRA and successor of the great Johann Schmidt.’
Steve swallowed, trying to control his nerves. It took him every last bit of his energy to remain focused. ‘What do you want from me?’
‘For now, just a nice dinner.’ Noud took hold of Steve’s glass and filled it with ice cubes and water. ‘You must be thirsty, you haven’t drunk anything in three days after all.’
Steve froze, staring at the glass.
‘Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned… or is it?’ He chuckled softly. ‘I don’t think you have a choice though. Even you must be feeling the effects of dehydration pretty bad by now. Dizziness, indistinctness, palpitations, insufferable headaches.’ He put Steve’s glass next to his plate as one of the henchmen removed the cloche, revealing a perfectly cooked steak and steamed carrots. ‘I think you’ve only got two options by now Steve. Drink and live or don’t and die within the next ten hours or so.’ The man’s voice was soft, making it sound like he actually felt sorry for him. Like he had no control over Steve’s fate what so ever. ‘I do think your Avenger friends would be disappointed if you don’t though, death being such an easy way out.’ He smiled and waited for Steve to answer.
A long minute went by without either one of them making a sound or move. Noud’s smile slowly disappeared in an angry glare. ‘I’ll be honest with you Rogers, I’ll tell you exactly what I want from you.’ His voice was low and filled with disgust and hatred. He stood up, slamming the palms of hands on the table.
‘I will not let you die just yet. You will stay here and suffer, I’ll make you pray for every single breath you take to be your last. I’ll make you scream in agony, cry in shame and pleading for mercy in the blissful form of death. I’ll break you, Captain. I’ll make you lose every last drop of sanity as your body keeps mending only to be ripped apart over and over again.’ His words were dripping with poison. He nodded at one of his henchmen. The man on Steve’s left grabbed his head, yanking it backwards. With one hand on Steve’s forehead, he used the other to set his finger deep into Steve’s jawline, forcing his mouth to open.
Noud grabbed the glass of water from the table and straddled Steve’s lap. ‘It’s funny how something so simple as dehydration can take down earth’s mightiest hero.’ He let his fingers tangle with Steve’s sweat covered hair and pulled it roughly. He slowly moved his hips in a forward motion into Steve’s groin as he let his hand glide down softly, from his temple to his neck to his chest. Steve could feel his cold, slender fingers through his suit. ‘Just comes to show that beneath all that muscle, all that power, still remains that weak ordinary mortal from Brooklyn.’ He purred into Steve ear, his lips caressing the soft skin. ‘You should have just taken the water Steve.’ He kissed Steve’s temple before pinching his nose shut and poured the water down his throat.
Steve struggled as he tried to swallow down the icy water. He could feel his lungs burning as most of it went down his trachea. Noud let go of his nose, smiling while Steve coughed heavily, enjoying the feeling of Steve’s squirming legs underneath him. Tears were forming in the corners of Steve’s eyes and water ran from his nose.
‘Oh my dearest convict.’ He kissed Steve’s cold and chapped lips, wiping away a tear with his thumb as his hand rested on his cheek. ‘We will have so much fun together.’ He carelessly let the glass fall on the ground and took hold of Steve’s bloodied hands, studying them carefully. ‘Funny. You know how in movies when someone gets buried alive and the first thing they do is kicking and screaming and scratching their nails against the wooden top, hoping they can claw their way out? I always thought that no one in their right mind would do such a thing but… apparently, they do! You truly are amazing captain, teaching me something new within the first half hour that we know each other. You don’t have to try again though, the inside of your lovely box is made from wood but I had the outside made out of vibranium. I couldn’t risk you escaping, so I spared no expense.’
Steve threw his head back and panted. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath and fight the pain in his sensitive fingers.
‘What’s wrong, rogers? Are you going to beg me for mercy already?’ Noud’s laughter was short-lived as the captain head-butted him as hard as he could. Resulting in a broken eye socket and nose.
‘Never.’
‘You fucking piece of shit!’ Noud grabbed a shard of glass from the ground and stabbed it between Steve’s ribs, making the man scream in pain.
‘Try recovering from this!’ He hissed while slowly pushing the glass further into the wound till it completely disappeared in his flesh. He let his fingers squirm into his wound a little before retreating his hand. He held it up in the light, watching as the shining drops of blood slowly ran down his hand, painting it red. He smiled and placed his index finger in his mouth, licking it clean. He got of Steve’s lap and placed his other hand on his bleeding nose. ‘Looks like I’ll have to teach you some manners. Put him back in his box! Let’s see how tough our national treasure is after a few more days in solitary confinement.’
Steve stood up and grabbed his chair in a swift motion, smashing it against one of the a henchman’s back. His vision started to blur, black spots floating in his sight where ever he looked. He could hear one of the men coming at him from behind. He twisted his torso, reading a kick but stopped halfway as the pain between his ribs got too severe. He tried to fight, he tried so hard not to let the unbearable nausea get the best of him. He had to get out of here, he had to get back to his friends, to warn Fury that HYDRA was still very much alive and that they had to act before it would be too late. Steve knew the fight was over when his vision darkened completely. His entire body went numb and he could hear himself falling to the ground. He could vaguely feel two of the men grabbing his arms and dragging him across the floor. He could hear the sound of the lid getting attached to the box again, hear his heart thundering in the deafening silence that followed. His head feeling like it was about to explode. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek as the upbeat song started to play again.

Who’s strong and brave, here to save the American Way~?
Who vows to fight like a man for what’s right, night and day~?

He could only hear the first few lines before even his hearing started to fade.
‘Damn it… damn it… damn it…’

‘Brother…’

‘Brother, wake up…’

‘Wake up Loki!’
Loki woke up to the sound of his brother’s concerned voice. His clothes felt damp and strands of raven hair were sticking to his face. He could feel his head throbbing and his mouth felt as dry as a desert.
‘W-why did you wake me?’ Loki asked while rubbing his eyes. His voice soft and hoarse.
‘Jarvis woke me. He told me you were suffering from nightmares and wouldn’t wake up.’ Thor crouched down and placed his hand on Loki’s leg. ‘Are you alright? What were you dreaming?’
Loki stared at his brother, letting his words sink into his half-asleep brain. He shivered as he felt a gust of cool wind over his sweat covered skin. ‘I…’ He looked at Steve who was sleeping soundly. ‘I do not recall…’
‘Are you certain? It would be my pleasure to listen if there was anything troubling you.’
Loki smirked. Yes, he had always hated his brother’s words of concern. Not only had it made him feel small and weak, as if he could not fend for himself without the help of others but he was also asked to share his vulnerabilities and fears. What were his concerns to any other but himself? Why risk another’s judgement when he could deal with these uncertainties by himself. So, Loki decided to stop the questioning with a simple nod.
‘Have any of the others returned yet?’
‘Nay, they are at S.H.I.E.L.D., still.’
Loki remained silent for a moment. ‘Would you be willing to take over my watch as I change clothes? It seems like I have been sweating quite a bit.’
‘Of course, you may even take a bath if you’d wish. It might help you soothe your tensed body. I’ll remain here in your absence.’ Thor knew Loki could easily clean his clothes and himself using his Seiðr, but he also knew his brother would much rather take a cleansing and hopefully relaxing bath instead.
Loki nodded. ‘I thank you for your kindness, Thor.’
He grabbed some clean clothes, filled the bathtub and undressed, neatly putting his dirty clothes in his own dark green laundry basket which even had a nameplate on it, reading; “Lokes”, with a little doodled book next to his name. Tony made it for him after a month of living together in Stark tower. He was getting sick and tired of constantly having to sort their clothes after the maid had washed them so he gave Loki his own basket. It had started out with one deep red basket, which was Tony’s. Then came Loki’s basket and by now, there were five. A bright green one for the doctor, one navy blue for the captain and one bright yellow for his brother. All with their own nameplates. The colorful display somewhat reminded Loki of the Bifröst. He dipped himself in the hot water, almost burning his skin but it felt pleasant.
Loki still felt shivers running down his spine as he thought back to his dream, his nightmare. What was it that he saw? It was the captain. He was held prison, the memory of his cramped position made him feel like he was suffocating. There was another man but he could not recall his name. He could feel a flaming rage within as he recalled the stranger touching Steve, caressing his skin and straddling his lap. How dare he?! How dare he violate his captain like that?!
His? His captain?
If it wasn’t already for the steaming hot water, Loki was sure his face would now be as red as his brother’s cap. Trying to shake the embarrassing feeling, he decided to wash himself as quickly as he could and return to Steve’s side, sending Thor back to his bed.

Loki sat down on the plastic chair again and stared at Steve for a bit. He took hold of his blankets and carefully pulled them down to his waist. He lifted Steve’s wide t-shirt with the tip of his fingers, peeking at his ribs. Just as he thought, no wounds or scars there. Was it really just a bad dream?
Loki’s staring was abruptly ended by two hands crushing his wrists. Steve had woken up and, in a panic, tried to push Loki to the ground.
‘Steven, my apologies for interrupting your sleep.’ Loki tried to keep calm. Raising his voice or trying to push back would only make things worse. ‘I am not here to cause you harm.’
Steve lowered the pressure of his grip on Loki’s wrists but didn’t let go. ‘Who are you?’
Loki’s hart skipped a beat. This was the first time Steve had shown any form of curiosity towards him. It made him smile but at the same time he could feel sadness washing over him, knowing the captain had no memory of him or any of his friends.
‘My name is Loki Od… Laufeyson. I come from… a place far from here. We have not been acquainted for that long a time.’ Loki lifted one corner of his mouth in remorse as he thought back to the day he attacked New York.
Steve eyed him for a second and decided to let go of Loki’s wrists. ‘You were sitting here before, right?’
Loki nodded.
‘Did we used to be- I mean, are we friends?’
‘I am not certain… You did used to say that we are but…’
‘Was there a reason for you not to trust my words?’
‘N-no not necessarily but…’ Loki sighed. ‘I think it would be wise for you to go back to sleep.’
Steve looked at Loki for a moment before turning his vision to the ceiling. ‘The doctor told me so as well but I’ve been asleep for almost an entire week. I feel fine now, I guess. Besides for my brain feeling like a black hole. I would really like to get out… even if it’s only for a quick shower or to see anything else other than these four walls.’
‘Maybe I could assist you?’ Loki stood up and grabbed Steve’s sweater. ‘Let’s go enjoy ourselves some fresh air.’
Loki waited for Steve to put on his sweater and shoes. They took the elevator to the rooftop where they turned their vision towards the night sky.
‘It’s beautiful…’ Steve mumbled while gazing at the stars.
‘… Do you enjoy stargazing?’
Steve smiled. ‘Don’t you?’
Loki looked at the sky again. It made him feel just as miserable as the last time he was here. Sure, there were some stars to be seen but it was nothing compared to the night skies of Asgard. Where stars shine as bright as the diamonds from Svartalfheim’s deepest caves, bathing the fields and gardens in a mystic white hue. He remembered watching them with his mother when he was little and couldn’t sleep. She would always tell stories of great warriors and sorcerers as they lay in the gardens.
‘What’s wrong?’
Loki snapped back, cursing this feeling of homesickness. ‘Nothing Steven.’
‘Yes there is, I can tell by your face. You want to go back? You look tired.’
‘You’re like, all the worst parts of a girlfriend Rogers!’ Tony landed on his specially designed plateau, walking his little walk of fame while the machinery got him out of his suit. A sight which instantly made Loki a little nervous. He had thrown Tony through a window the last time this scene played after all.
Steve immediately tensed, as Tony made his way towards them.
‘It’s good to see you walking around again cap.’ Tony smiled at Steve, getting a small, nervous nod in return.
‘Anthony, did you succeed on your mission?’
‘Why? You think I couldn’t do it? Of course I did. Nothing J and I can’t handle, now where are Thor and Banner?’ Tony reaction was hasted.
‘They are in their sleeping chambers. Why do you ask? Is something the matter?’
‘Well, not yet. Jarvis, wake up L'Oréal Paris and Doctor Frankenstein. Tell them to come to the rooftop ASAP.’
‘Yes sir, should I tell them about the flash drive?’
‘No, not yet buddy. If we tell them now, all hell will break lose.’
That’s it for this chapter!
Damn, this was hard to write! I had so many lovely ideas on how to torture Steve but I wanted to keep it as realistic and ‘in-character’ as possible. So, I searched for a list of his abilities and superpowers… and I came to the conclusion, he had it all! I mean, look at the list in this link!
https://screenrant.com/unknown-super-powers-captain-america/
How the flying f*ck am I supposed to write a ‘hurt-Steve’ story?! XD Damn you Steve and all your perfectness! I came to realize that there were only three things every living creature can’t live without… oxygen, food and water. That’s how I got the whole dehydration idea… I guess it works pretty well :D
Anyway, hope you liked it as well cause there will be more… much more torture coming up. I was planning on revealing the content of the flash drive in this chapter but decided on doing so in the next one.
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