This story contains graphic language, sex, and violence... then later angst, cuteness and fluff. So please either read and enjoy, or continue your story quest! :D
Steve Rogers let out a sigh and fixed his coat collar, turning it up against the light breeze that threatened to send a chill down his back.
It was almost eleven at night and he was making his way home after yet another failed attempt at a double-date, organized by his best friend and roommate James 'Bucky' Barnes.
He really didn't know why Bucky bothered anymore, most gals just didn't go for a scrawny runt like him.
Buck was tall, and strong with a smile that could make even the most stubborn dame swoon, and he was small, runty, and was constantly being downed by colds or other illness's.
Steve sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets, he had wandered off when his date, who's name he couldn't even remember, had tried to kiss him after a few drinks at the fair they were all hanging out at, and when he declined and moved away from the hand on his thigh, she had gotten annoyed and snapped at him.
'What? You queer or somethin'?'
He had cringed slightly when she spit the words out, eyes narrowed, before glaring and simply walking off, rejoining Buck and his date near a food stand, flashing them a huge smile like nothing had happened.
It was after that he had left, saying a quick bye to Buck and the ladies, his date glaring at him when Buckys head was turned.
Buck had simply frowned, but nodded, and that was that.
Steve glanced over his shoulder, there was a small group of guys laughing and stumbling slightly behind him, their voices carrying on the breeze.
He walked a little faster, keeping his eyes on the side walk.
The last thing he needed was to get in a fight, especially when he was outnumbered four to one, and there was no way Buck would be appearing to back him up.
Glancing back, Steve picked up the pace and turned a corner, the group behind him the catching up, another burst of laughter reaching his ears, and he felt uneasy with the thought of them knowing where he lived.
His new walking route took him a few extra blocks from home, and it was highly unlikely that the guys behind him would leave him be if they caught up.
'Just two more lefts and three rights...'
"Hey! Whatcha doin' out so late?"
Steve jumped slightly, glancing over his shoulder, they were only a few feet behind him now, "can i help you?"
The man in the middle grinned, "lil' fella like you shouldn't be out so late! Ain't it past your bedtime?" That earned him a laugh from his friends.
Clenching his fists, Steve kept walking, 'just ignore them, they're just a bunch of drunkards.'
He jumped slightly when an arm suddenly slung itself around his shoulders, instinctively jerking away as the man grinned at him, "get off. Leave me alone."
"Y'know... m'sister had some things t'say about you..."
Steve glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, trying his best to keep distance between them, though one of the others had moved in close to his other side making it difficult, "I don't know your sister."
The man laughed, grinning lopsidedly at him, tugging him closer, then suddenly twisting, grabbing a handful of Steve's coat and throwing him into an alley, the surprise of it knocking him off balance and sending him sprawling into the dirt with a grunt.
Coughing, Steve moved slowly, getting his hands and knees under himself to get up, letting out another grunt when a foot connected with his ribs, sending him sprawling on his back, pain lancing through his ribs.
"You know my sister... Hildi... yer runty ass had the pleasure of goin' out with her tonight..."
Steve found himself being hauled to his feet, then up slightly higher, the toes of his boots just scraping the ground, breath whooshing out when his back was slammed into brick, the mans hands fisted tightly in his coat and shirt, "she's your... sister?"
Laughing, the man grinned, "she is... and she filled me in about you," he leaned closer, Steve squirming, hands gripping the larger mans wrists in an attempt to get them off.
"Sh... she did?"
Steve tensed when he was suddenly dropped, quickly composing himself, ready to throw a punch at the other man, only to have the other beat him too it.
Once again, Steve found himself sprawled in the dirt, face throbbing where the mans fist had connected, spitting blood onto the ground, vision blurred, 'dammit.'
He managed to throw an elbow when the man grabbed for him again, earning him a grunt.
Scrambling quickly, Steve managed to get to his feet, stumbling away from the group, his only choice to go further into the dim alley, hearing them laugh and follow behind him.
"Where yah going pansy-boy?"
The mans friends voice echoed off the brick walls, followed by the sound of footsteps breaking into a run.
Steve let out a shout when multiple pairs of hands grabbed him, hearing the sound of his coat tearing as he attempted to get away.
He froze when a hand found his throat, squeezing tightly, surprisingly white teeth flashing above him, "She told us how y'turned her down... ain't no ones ever turned her down before, less they're a fag..." The hand tightened slightly.
Steve squirmed, eyes widening, his own hands coming up to grab at the hand around his throat, breath coming out in wheezes, "I... not..."
The man spit in his face, making the smaller man flinch, "people like you are disgusting..."
He was going to pass out, he couldn't breathe...
The hand around his throat suddenly let go, as did the weight on his torso, and Steve sucked in a breath, coughing and wheezing, body feeling slightly numb, unable to squirm away when hands grabbed for him again, flipping him onto is stomach, arms getting wretched back and tied tightly together by his forearms, making him yelp.
"Wh... What're you doing?" He attempted to get away, but a sudden hand shoved him back down.
"Well we don't want'chu gettin' away now..."
Steve couldn't see him, but the grin on the mans face was obvious.
"I...I'll go to the cops," Steve coughed, trying to get his legs to move, but finding it to difficult.
That earned him a round of laughter, the leader of the group suddenly hauling him up by his hair, making Steve stifled a pained whimper, settling back on his knees and glaring up at his captors.
"You think the cops are gonna help a queer like you? You serious?"
Steve flinched back at the words, the hand in his hair tightening, "I ain't no queer."
Another burst of laughter bounced off the brick around them, the hand in his hair twisting painfully, pulling his head up, his breath hitching when a blade touched his throat.
This was it, this was how he was going to die, tied up and beaten in an alley for being something he wasn't. He closed his eyes.
"Though since we got'cha here..."
Steve reopened his eyes when the knife tapped below his ear, staring up at the grinning face.
The man grinned, "since doin' this favour for my sister ruined any plans for the evenin'... pansy like you wouldn't mind helpin a guy out, right?"
'No no no... This can't be happening...'
"I told you i ain't..."
He was cut off by the hand letting go, and a fist flying at his face, sending him sprawling painfully into the dirt, pained grunt escaping when his head connected with the ground, spots dancing in his eyes.
The hand returned to his hair, pulling him back up to his knees roughly, and he blinked blurry-eyed at the men in front of him.
"Don't worry... " Steve felt himself go pale, the man just grinned more, "I promise we'll be gentle."