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When she woke up, she didn’t know where she was. That was the first thing she noticed.
The second thing was that her hands were bound behind her back with a course rope. Groaning, she wished that she had listened to Steve when he told her to wait for the rest of the team. She had just really wanted to get it done. The men were planning on leaving and by the time the rest of the team arrived they would be gone. She couldn’t let them go. She was right there and if they were to escape, it would have been all her fault. Now, she supposes her kidnapping is all her fault.
God, they probably hate her right now. Leave it to the useless rookie to mess up so horribly. Would they even bother to save her? Probably not. They all seemed to have better things to do with their lives. They couldn’t even take the time of day to get to know her, why the hell would they waste their time on a rescue mission for a useless nobody.
She will just have to save herself. She can do that. How hard can it be?
Struggling against the ropes, she winces at the feeling of the rope grinding into her skin. If she can just get it loose enough…
The door to her room bursts open and she rolls her eyes. They couldn’t have had better timing.
Discreetly, she tries to undo the restraints faster. This only leads to more pain.
They’re talking in a foreign language she doesn’t understand which is just fantastic. Why couldn’t she have gotten stuck with evil guys that spoke English, Portuguese, or Spanish? At least then she’d know what to expect.
With great difficulty, she is able to undo the restraints just enough to slip her hands through the rope. She doesn’t let her captors know of her newfound freedom. She can use it against them… hopefully—she’s never really done this before.
One of the men gets closer to her and she takes that opportunity to strike. A hard punch, worthy of Natasha’s praise, lands on the guys face. Blood spurts out of his nose, probably having broken it. She internally cheers as she beats the guy up. The next guy has a knife. It doesn’t deter her from going to fight him.
Unfortunately, the man gets ahold of her way too quickly and easily. Her back is against his chest as the knife is pressed to her throat. “Don’t move,” the man threatens.
Oh, great they do speak English. Why couldn’t they have used it before?
Huffing she gives in. Not like she can do much with a knife to her throat. Not to mention the hold he’s got on her is strong.
When she looks forward, she is surprised to see a familiar face.
The evil man wasn’t talking to her. He was talking to Captain America. Steve is standing in front of them, hands raised in surrender. His eyes sweep over her body just to make sure she’s okay. He doesn’t see any injuries.
She shuffles a bit, trying to free herself from the evil man’s grasp. She just wants to run into Steve’s arms and be safe.
“Hold still,” the man’s gruff voice grumbles, this time talking to her. She intakes a breath, feeling the metal dig into her skin. This is not good. She’s going to die. It’s not even going to be a cool death. She’ll just have her neck slit by some nut job in a dark basement. When she joined the Avengers she always expected to die in battle surrounded by her teammates. At least that death would be honourable.
She gasps when the metal lightly slices her throat as the man goes down. Her hands immediately go to cover the bleeding. Shit, this hurts like a bitch.
She hears her name being called out as Steve rushes towards her. His brows are downturned with worry as he inspects the damage done. It’s not too bad, but it could have been avoided if they just waited for his signal.
He’s going to have to have a talk with them when they get back. For now, he just needs to get her safe. Though she can walk perfectly fine on her own, Steve insists on carrying her all the way to the Quinjet. It’s a bit embarrassing for her, but she gets over it when she feels the warmth his body generates. Snuggling into his chest, she makes sure to keep her hand over the wound.
When Steve puts her down on a stretcher, she frowns at the loss of her personal heater. It’s not as cold as it was in that basement, but it’s still cold.
While Bruce works on patching her up, she can hear Steve yelling at someone in the background. She doesn’t bother to listen in, too tired to care.
She hopes that after this she can cuddle up next to him whilst watching a movie. Those nights are always the best.