Torture

Avengers Tower

Tony's Lab

Tony had been looking for Hydra's base ever since he'd snuck downstairs. Jarvis had been told not to let anyone in even if they begged. He had to do this, it would help all of them. His coffee was well beyond finished and even though he wanted more he knew that if he went up to get more there would be issues, so he managed without, focussing on the work ahead. Bruce had tried a few times but it ended and started the same, just quiet unless Tony was moving something around He couldn't risk any more time. Hydra was getting stronger by the minute.

Hydra Base

Torture Room

His father dug the knife into his skinny shoulder so hard that the knife felt like it was touching his bone. He grinned widely as Steve squeezed his eyes shut, slowly dragging the knife down his arm and reaching his elbow area. Steve bit harshly onto his lip as blood started to slowly leak down his arm, holding back any sounds of pain. His father laughed as he always would. "Oh, don't you worry Steven, I'll get those screams out even if it's the last thing I'll ever do" He glanced over to his minions and called two over, whispering in their ears. From the grin they both had, plastered across their faces, Steve registered they had a plan to hurt him, and so he braced himself for the worst, or well, he tried to. 

He didn't expect one of them to start pulling him out of the chair even though he was tied, while the other slowly started undoing the rope taking his time on purpose and allowing the other one to almost pull half of his bones out of their sockets. He winced and let out a breath as the rope was finally loosened and everyone around him laughed watching him in pain. He also did not expect them to take him over to the metal with the hangman's knot attached to it. He was deeply confused because they've always walked past that and today they were going to use it. Not that he minded in the slightest. The quicker the better. But he didn't know that there was a big twist.

Avengers Tower

Tony's lab

Tony yawned, tired, but carried on with his work while ignoring it. The location was getting closer to being found, and every time it did he found out some more information. He knew who the boss was now. Icarus Rogers 46, but that was it. According to these records, he was never married and had no children. He felt confused. 46 with no family at all? Why doesn't it show his own parents? Even if they had passed away they should show up. 

Maybe it was glitching. So to check, he searched up himself and everything came up normally. Anthony Edward Stark, 24, Son of the late Howard and Maria Stark. He clicked it off and gulped quietly before he went back to locating the base and trying to find more information on these people. Something was up. All they knew were that the smaller Hydra bases were for experiments. They knew they took people captive. They had conquered a lot of them. But then they had used their brains after the tower was attacked. If they got the main base all the others would be easier to destroy. So he carried on with his work.

Hydra Base

Torture Room

They handled him like he was worthless, which of course he was, dragging him over to that part of the room and forcing him to stand on the stool underneath the rope. It was right in front of him, and he was awaiting the torment it was going to cause. The agents were all just laughing as James grabbed the rope and put it around his neck, grinning from ear to ear. His father then walked over, signaling for his agents to move away and watch. "You have managed to dodge ending up in this position but seeing as you no longer scream how much I want you to I figured you'd squirm a lot more, so here we are." He smiled at him as if they'd made a great agreement or something. Steve just stared at him emotionless, but inside he was burning with hatred. How could his own father do something to him, he'd never know.

His father grinned at him and kicked the stool out from underneath him, smirking at him as he began to squirm around, he couldn't help it. He tried to pull the rope away from his neck but to no avail. He embraced the moment, this was it he was finally going to escape. He breathed in short breaths, kicking around, his eyes closed. He didn't see his dad gesture for his best puppet James to come over and put the stool back under his feet, forcing him to stand back on it. He whined as he felt it. Of course, of course, there was a twist. Why did he have just a fraction of hope that he would let him go? Was he stupid? It was going to take ages before he was free. The whine caused his father to let out a snigger. "Aww little Steven just wants to die already, doesn't he?" Steve glared at him, he couldn't hide it.

His father's face fell at that and kicked the stool out again, causing the same reaction, Steve squirming, agents laughing, and then James, putting the stool back. He gasped for the valuable breaths he was given. Before they did it again. And again, and again. By the end of it, he felt like he was going to pass out. Icarus kicked the stool one last time, allowing him to squirm and writhe for some support, and then he finally gestured for James to cut the rope, which he did, slowly. As it broke Steve fell to the floor gasping and holding onto his chest just below his neck. His neck was throbbing, and slowly becoming purple and bruised just like several other parts of his body. He was just their canvas, which they loved to paint with bruises.