Avengers: Imagines

(Requested by: pandarosita)

Scene: You get kidnapped by HYDRA.

(Warning: This is violent and sad. It deals with some subjects many are not comfortable with: torture, depression, etc.)

You had just gone another date with Steve Rogers. (A.K.A. Captain America, A.K.A. Your boyfriend) Yep, you still couldn't get used to it. The muscled, chivalrous, strikingly handsome super soldier that millions of girls drool over, was your boyfriend.

You guys had gone to a movie in the park. It was pretty good. It was an action movie with a side romantic relationship. And that pretty much described your relationship with him. Anyway, he dropped you off at your house and bid you goodnight with a kiss. Being the awkward couple you are, you both blushed after.

"I had a lot of fun, Cap." You said, folding your hands behind your back. "Me too, (Y/N). Goodnight." He bowed, and you giggled as you walked into your house. You quickly got dressed in a long-sleeved T-shirt and some sweatpants.

Ah, yes, sweatpants. The one article of clothing I'm actually comfortable in.

As you laid down to rest, you thought about how wonderful the night was.

*****
Rough. Pain. Confusion. Panic. Fear.

The five things you felt as someone grabbed you in the middle of the night. You screamed. A hand slapped your face. You screamed again. A bag was stuffed over your head.

Everything was so sudden, surreal.

Before you knew it, you couldn't breathe and you felt like your head was going to implode.

"Go to sleep." A gruff voice spoke. Though it was calm and quiet, it made you shake in terror.

Everything went black.

*****
Pain, lots of pain. You slowly opened your eyes only to be met with darkness.

Where am I? Is this a dream?

Your question was answered when a hand slapped your face. "Wake up." A small light had come on, and you couldn't see the attacker clearly. "Who are-" Another slap to the face. Blood.

You realized your body was tied down and you couldn't move. "Tell us. Where are the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" You heard a deep Russian accent. "Where?" The disembodied voice shouted.

You shook your head. Before you knew what was happening, a damp rag was placed over your face.

What? No! This isn't happening!

You had heard of this kind of torture before. Waterboarding.

Water. Suffocating. You were drowning.

No, I'm not. I'm on land.

But you were drowning. Water was pouring in your mouth and nose. You couldn't move. You couldn't move.

Then, it stopped. The rag was taken away. You gasped and sputtered, water oozing out of you. "I'll ask you again. Where are the headquarters for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" You shook your head. "I don't know. They don't tell-"

Water. No air. Panic. Drowning.

"You were with Captain America. You must know. Do. Not. Lie." The rag was taken off.

Sputter, sputter, gasp. "I told you, I don't know. They don't tell-"

Again. Again. Drowning. Water. No air. Water. Drowning. Again. Again.

*****
Steve knew something was wrong. You usually called him every morning to tell him good morning. You were his alarm clock. Mechanically, he got up, but no call.

"Why didn't she call?" He thought aloud. He immediately got dressed and drove over to your place. "(Y/N)? Hello? Are you okay?" Relief flooded through him as he heard a door open. But he frowned as your dog, Chainsaw, met him at the door, barking frantically.

Then he realized the door was unlocked, and that there were deep scuff marks on the floor. He ran in, heading to your bedroom. "(Y/N)!" The covers were thrown to the floor and Chainsaw nuzzled the pillow. Steve looked closer to see it was partially ripped.

"No." He whispered. Chainsaw began barking and Steve realized what he had to do. He drove back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and made sure he led a team personally to find you.

*****

More water. "Where?" "I don't-" Drowning. "Tell me." Sobbing. "I don't know!" Again. You lost track of time.

Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds.

It was all just a mix of water and air. That was all that mattered. You had to have air. You didn't like the water. That was all you thought about. You couldn't swim out of it. You couldn't try to resurface. It was a race against how long you could hold your breath and how long until he stopped.

You flashed back to when your siblings would be mean and hold you underwater. That was nothing compared to this. You could laugh and dunk them under as well. Here, you couldn't cry. It would add to the water being forced down your throat. You can't laugh, that's air lost.

Air. You sucked it in. Sputter, gasp, sputter. Deep inhale. It eventually got to the point where he would give you three seconds to speak before the rag went over your face again. It eventually got to the point where you stopped answering and used the three seconds to fill your lungs with as much air as possible.

Suddenly, knock knock.

You heard a door being busted down and gunshots. Your torturer fell.

Dead.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Are you okay? What did they-" The familiar voice faltered. "No." The rag was ripped off your face. You whimpered. The face above yours cringed. "I'm so sorry. I'm...... I'm so, so sorry." Your bound hands were untied and you were lifted gently.

You were soaking wet, exhausted, and shaking. "Everything's going to be okay. I promise."

You knew. You knew it wasn't. You knew you would be scarred. You knew you wouldn't be able to drink water for months. You knew you would be uncomfortable when it was mentioned. You knew it would probably be years before you ever went swimming again.

You knew it wasn't going to be okay.

*****
You were in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital, being treated for the water intoxication. The doctors also treated the slaps and the rope burns on your wrists and ankles. When the doctors finally left, you saw one of them stop Steve in the hallway and tell him something.

Then, Steve walked in. "Hey, (Y/N). Um- how are you doing?" He asked. You could see a tear fall down his cheek. You nodded, barely opening your mouth. "A-alright." He gave you a sad smile.

"Um, when- uh, when were you going to tell me?" You shook your head. "What?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he sniffed. "When were you going to tell me you cut yourself?"

It dawned on you. You had began cutting yourself over a year ago. You stopped only about a month ago, but you and Steve had been together for six months. "I was, but I didn't know when."

He's going to be angry. He's going to ask why I didn't trust him. He's going to wonder why I hid it from him. He's going to leave me.

But that wasn't the case. He hugged you, his silent tears soaking into your hair. "You know I love you, right?"

He did it. He said it. He said he loved you. Tears escaped your eyes as well.

"You know you can tell me anything. I will help you through anything and everything. I just wish you would have told me. You know I'm with you, to the end." You nodded. "I know."

And so you both sat there, sobbing like the awkward couple you are.

"I must be one ugly crier. I think I got snot on your shirt." You apologized. He chuckled. "It's fine. I think I got some in your hair." You sniffed as you both pulled away from each other. "And Steve?" He nodded as he sat back in the chair by your bed. "I love you too."

He gave you a warm smile. "I know."
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A/N: Hello, people burdened with a glorious purpose! I had a lot of trouble writing this one. The whole hospital scene, I had to listen to Everything by Michael Buble to help cheer me up. I think this one is emotionally draining. I almost started crying. My sister listened to me reading this out loud and told me that this was really sad. Please tell me what you think. Oh, and no one has given me anymore requests, so please comment or message me.

спасибо (Thank you)
~Sports_books_1816