Hello all! This will be my 3rd fanfic staring, once again, Loki!
As a warning to all... this story will be dark and for mature audiences. If you have a problem with dub-con, non-con, underage, and harsh abuse, you should leave. Like now.
If your new and like this chapter/writing- please check out my other fanfic called "To be Silent" :) thankyou.
If not, then please enjoy.
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the Avengers or characters here- all belong to Marvel.
Reviews are much appreciated! Suggestions welcome as well!
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"These children have been in captivity for most of their lives. Seeing soldiers bust in and shooting people will only add to their stress, so that's why I want you two to carry this mission out alone." Fury turned to face Steve Rogers and his best assassin, Natasha. Agent Hill was behind him, looking firm as she handed the information on the mission out.
Fury continued, "Of course you will have backup- but that's only if you need it. I doubt you will." He turned on the screen above them, explaining more. They showed video of young kids- ages 5 to 14 being beaten and sold like dogs… come even kept in cages. "This ring has been going on long enough. I need you two to take the children and get out of there. Vans will be waiting for you." Looking to his two soldiers, he noticed now un-eased they look. "Any questions?"
Steve was to ask first. "How many kids do they have right now?"
"They have about 12. Not a lot- but enough to do some real damage. Their 'business' is spread across this entire earth. But the target building you have is the main one. If you shut and burn that shit to the ground, we'll have the rest." A pause, "About 400 kids are out there."
"This seems rather drastic, Fury." Natasha pulled in. "For the two of us.."
"As I said, you'll have back up."
"And what if the kids are too scared to run?" Steve asked, worry in his baby blue eyes as he tapped his pencil nervously.
"Then you pick them up, ignore the kicking and screaming, and go."
"I assume they'll all come back here for therapy?"
"Yes. SHEILD will be doing all the handy work once those kids are safe- and once the kids from around the world are free. You shouldn't worry about their futures, we'll handle that." Fury actually gave a sweet smile after that. Kinda made Natasha and Hill un-easy. Fury wasn't supposed to be… sappy.
He clapped his hands, "So. In or out?"
At the same time, both soldiers nodded and said, "We're in."
And Steve kindly added, "Let's get these bastards."
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Natasha circled the building twice, using her widow bite against the roof guards and door men bellow, she silenced them with a fierce shock and attitude. She wasn't in a gaming mood on this mission. She wanted to free those kids and be done with it.
Once it was clear, Steve moved in. This outfit he had was all black, and a little cap simble on his chest… but the shield of course gave it away that he was The Captain America.
Running to the door, they both stood against the wall, and then pushed in. Their entrance was met by yelling and heavy artillery, which they had no problem shutting down.
The fighting was the easy part.
Moving in the maze of the building, and finding no children… the two were starting to get worried. Had they been too late? Did the word get out and the Children were gone? But nothing got out from SHEILD's hush hush! It didn't make sense…
Huffing and coming together around the dead and unconscious men near the entrance, they talked silently. Both not meeting eachothers eyes.
"There is nothing here. I've checked every inch and nothing. Not even kids toys."
"Same. Something isn't right here, Steve. Or we're missing something."
Both stood and thought, and then Steve looked at the ground. "Natasha." He whispered, looking straight at her. The widow met his gaze and then looked down, getting the message.
"There must be a basement."
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Indeed there was a basement. Hidden in a small room with no windows on the bottom floor, they made their way down slippery steps, and then Steve (the first in line) came to a holt.
He could hear whimpering.
Natasha nodded when he looked behind, and both moved on. Soon to discover- fighting was the easy part of this job.
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The room was absolutely fithy.
Torn wall paper was all around them, and then used and stained mattresses covered the floor, trash everywhere, the smell of urine reeking out the door and through the hallway. Drapes hung from the ceiling, as if some act of 'privacy' was started, which would explain why none of the children were first in sight. But whimpers and whispers gave them away.
"We're not here to hurt any of you." Natasha was first to speak, known to keep her cool in situations like these. Her voice transformed from a firm one to a gentle… motherly type whisper. "We're here to take you to a new place." Walking in, she lifted one drape- revealing a young blonde girl. Butt naked and bruises covering her body, she violently shook her head. 'No' she kept saying, along with a tan boy coming out of her corner. But as much as they refused, Natasha had them coming out of their area.
"But our place is much better than this one. Smells nicer as well. We also have toys and cake."
The two had their faces light up tremendously at that last part.
"Cake?" The blonde asked, green eyes going wide with wonder. "I've never tried that before…"
"Is it good?" The tan boy asked, fiddling with his oversized shorts and scratching at what looked like bug bites.
Natasha inhaled and nodded, leading them to Steve (who couldn't bear to be in that room anymore) outside. "These two would like to join us. Take them to the van, okay?" She gave a reassuring look. Natasha was brave enough to handle getting all 12 children out of here. And now she only had 10 to go.
Nodding and agreeing that Rogers would be the one to lead the kids outside and away, she went back in.
Each kid had his own depressed look and her own set of bruises… some bodies screamed 'sexual harassment' all over them. It was horrible… and at one point, Natasha could feel tears coming down as she led a toddler and 8 year old girl outside to her partner. She was breaking- but only 3 more.
"I know you guys are still in here," she softly called, lifting up blankets and torn pillows. "There are 12 of you. And you all are the last 3…"
Nobody answered.
"Haven't you heard what we have at the new place? Don't you want new clothes? A TV? Cake…?"
Nothing.
Frazzled and unsure of what to do, she sat on the floor. Maybe her size was scaring them off a bit.
She sat and waited, until 3 little girls came out.
The oldest, "How do we know you're not lying?" she asked with a bruised eye and bad teeth. "They always lie to us here!" The younger ones agreed with bobbing heads.
"I swear on my life."
She crossed her arms, unimpressed and clearly on the verge of tears. The two cuddled around her.
"I've heard that one before, try harder!" Clearly the girl had spirit. She was a fighter.
"I swear on…" Natasha put her head to the ceiling, causing the kids to do the same. "I swear on all my friends lives and my families, and actually? The whole world."
Their mouths dropped.
"You can't do that!" One said, shocked that she would promise such a thing.
"And why not?" Natasha forced a smile. "It means I'm telling the truth."
Steve sat outside and waited, watching as Natasha worked her words into magic, and the three girls came. Satisfied and ready to burn this hell hole to the ground, Natasha looked one last time at the room… cursing it and about to leave. But then she felt a soft tug on her arm from one of the girls, and she looked down. "Yes?"
"There's another boy here."
"What?" So there were 13 kids instead of 12?
She nodded, pointing to the farthest corner. "When he gets mad or upset, he turns blue…"
Blue?
"Okay, thankyou dear. I'll go get him." She smiled and sought that girl off with Steve, turning around and trotting to the exact corner the girl pointed to.
She heard a shuffle, and proceeded to crouch again. "Hello?" she whispered, pulling back the blanket that obviously covered something- and then gasped.
The boy indeed was blue- eyes red. But that wasn't the thing that scared her or shocked right now. He was in a cage. A filthy, smelly, soiled cage with nothing in it to shade the boy or keep him warm.
"G-go away!" He yells, tears streaming down his blue face. "Go away!" Black hair covers his neck in sweat and grime, chest scared with cuts and lashes… bruises on his inner thighs-
Natasha won't think about it.
"Shh shh," she coos, "it's alright. I'm here to free you."
"Go away!" he shrieks more, banging his feet against the cage as his defense.
"Please calm down- stop that! You'll cut yourself."
"Leave me alone!"
Steve comes in, concerned and surprised at the shrillness of his voice. "Natasha?" he questions, coming close. The presence of Steve makes the boy instantly freeze and hunch over himself, shutting up.
"Dear god-" Rogers covers his mouth and turns at the sight.
What kind of people even have the gut to do this kind of thing!?
Natasha proceeds with soft hushing noises, trying to calm the crying boy. But it barely has any effect.
"P—Please go! Pleae- please!" He begs, little hands holding the thin black bars that bind him. "Please! I've done nothing wrong."
"We want to get you out of here," Natasha tries to reason. "They…." A gulp, "They hurt you here, don't they?"
"….y-yes." Another sniff.
"Don't you not want to be hurt anymore?"
A tiny nod.
"Then you should come with us."
"Y-you'll just hurt me too." He accuses, bringing his knees to his chest.
"No. We won't. I promise."
He shakes his head. "N-no…"
Natasha comes closer, getting a yelp and kick from the young kid. "Please. I know you want out of this cage, don't you?"
Something sparks in the boys eye, and he looks up. "Out?"
"Yes… out. Out of this cage and out of here."
"I can come out?" He whimpers, hands gripping he bars as Romanov is already un-doing the stubborn lock.
"Of course you can," she coos more, "and you won't ever have to come back."
Once the door is open, the boy hiccups from his crying and crawls out. Still blue and shaking, he's barely able to stand. Natasha has to hold him up some.
"Wh-where are we going?" He asks, clinging to her tight leather suit and belt as they walk. It's clear that this child hasn't been let out… otherwise he wouldn't be stumbling so much or coughing. His knees have been bent for a very long time.
"Some place safe." Steve chimes in, leading them to outside where a cold breeze hits- and the kid stumbles back.
"Hey hey- it's okay. It's just night."
"Night?" He asks, going back to Natasha and clinging more. Looking up to the sky, his dry mouth opens as he sees stars that fill the darkness.
"Yes, night." She nods, lifting him up suddenly to put him in the van. Unlike the other kids who had already driven off with the SHEILD agents, Natasha and Steve ride alone with the boy. Steve starts the car and Loki sits in Natasha's lap, clinging to her like a baby monkey would.
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"May I ask you something?" The widow asks, brushing back some of the boys black hair to reveal suddenly pale skin and bright green eyes. He looks up, nodding.
"How old are you?"
"I-I… Iunno…" he looks back outside, watching other buildings pass and other cars, obviously entranced by such a sight.
"May I ask your name?"
"Lock."
"Lock? That's a nice name."
"T-Thankyou," he barely says, resting his little head on her breasts as he continues to watch the passing lights, until finally asleep.
Steve looks back, smiling at the sight of the great Black widow holding a pre-teen boy. He's almost takes up her whole body the way he's tangled himself around her. But then- Steve catches something interesting on Lock's back.
Not a bruise
Not a scar…
Not a scrape.
But… a birth mark looking thing that made up a Celtic or Viking looking etching.
Ancient looking.
He takes the note that the design looks like something from Thor's armor or hammer- but the connection doesn't ring a bell. Just a thought, and he continues to watch the road as they head over to SHEILDs New York place.
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