Frozen Wasteland Author's Note:
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own anything. This was written for entertainment.
Chapter 1
Nick Fury walked into the main room of the helicarrier and look around at his exhausted team of 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes', well, the ones they were able to get back anyway.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, one that would've just caused a few scratches and bruises at most. It was a trap, not a well thought out trap at first but it worked in the villain's hand.
The Avengers had been called down to the docking bays around midnight, Doctor Faustus had released some of his droids and were causing mayhem to the random civilians and business that were around and open at that hour. That honestly should've been the first sign.
Doctor Faustus wasn't around at first, not that they would expect him to be. He was a genius with a mobility problem. He would only arrive on the scene if he knew he was winning.
The androids were sent as distractions for the other Avengers, Faustus obviously had his main thoughts on Captain America.
The androids had managed to pull Captain Rogers away from the sight of Hawkeye who had been perched on top of one of the warehouses, arrows flying at as many androids as he could get it. He was pulled away so that JARVIS couldn't pick up on his sensor from Iron Man's helmet. Hulk and Thor were trying to get them at the masses, Black Widow using her stealth and agility to bring them to the larger two fighters.
No one knew what Faustus had sent to drive Captain America away from his teammates, the last sight of him that anyone can get was him following something into a warehouse, a bomb of some sort was released and the warehouse doors were shut, locking Captain America in.
By the time the androids had been finished off, the team rushed to the warehouse doors and with help from the Hulk, who went barreling through the door, whatever bomb was set off was gone and as was the Captain.
"Sir, Captain Rogers has been taken, status and location currently unknown," Natasha patched through to Fury as the rest of the team climbed into the quinjet and flew back to the helicarrier.
That had been a few hours ago. They didn't know if Faustus had removed Cap's comms or anything else that he had on him that could be use to find him, but now that was their only hope to finding their captain.
"Why is this taking so long," Clint mumbled from his spot at the table. Tony and Bruce were at the computers trying to find either a trace on Steve or Doctor Faustus. Thor sat across from him while Natasha stood behind the two scientists.
"Well for one, Faustus isn't a dumbass," Tony mumbled eyes not leaving the different codes than ran across the screen. "He knows who he was dealing with and he knew how he wanted to get Cap."
"Tony's right," Bruce said as he turned around. "Luckily though we're actually getting close to a site, one of SHIELD's satellites have picked up on Steve's comm, we just got to hope that it's still on him." He could see Clint pale a few shade but he had to be honest with him.
"Don't worry, we will find our Captain," Thor said, determination set on his features.
"Let's just hope he's okay," Natasha whispered and she took the seat next to Clint, taking his hand in her own and rubbing it slightly.
Bruce nodded and turned to face the computer, eyes jumping between both his and Tony's screen.
"Don't worry Cap, we're coming for ya," he heard Tony whispered. Bruce just hoped they weren't going to be too late.
Steve groaned a little, his head pounding against itself. He doesn't remember hitting his head, he really doesn't remember anything.
What was going on?
He tried to move his head, movement hurt. There was a tickle in his chest and he let out a cough which set a ripple through his body, everything hurt.
Steve opened his eyes, it was hard, like they wanted to stay closed but he forced them open. Things were fuzzy, like his thoughts. He couldn't make out much. He had no idea where he was. The only things he could possibly make out were things on the wall that look sort of like pipes and the entire area was a light shade of blue.
Steve tried to move his arms, they wouldn't budge. He slowly turned his head up to see he was hanging on the weight of his arms that were bound together at the wrists attached to beams coming from the ceiling.
His eyes darted around the room and he could see the vents, the frost on their edges and the smoke-like essence that the air coming from them gave off.
Then it hit him like a tidal wave. He was cold, almost freezing. His body shivered and he whimpered in the pain.
'Where am I?' He asked himself, but his body hurt too much to look around the room. He felt his teeth begin to chatter, the shivering increased as the room got colder.
'No. Not again, please not the cold again,' his mind screamed out as his breath began to come out in short, quick sequences.
There was a laugh from behind him, one that even if he could, he couldn't place.
"Even the super-soldier has a weakness," the voice said from behind him, each word being drawn out slowly. "I must say Captain Rogers you have found yourself in an interesting predicament."
Steve clenched his jaw to try to get his teeth to stop chattering, but it didn't help that much. Everything was starting to hurt, his wrists were holding his body weight and he was having trouble holding onto consciousness.
"W-who, who are y-you?' He finally managed out.
The figure that the voice belonged to had slowly made itself in front of Steve, but his eyes weren't clear enough to see how it is.
"Oh, my Captain, don't you know?" He could hear the sneer in the voice.
Steve didn't respond; he didn't know if he could.
"I've heard you've been in this predicament before," the figure had stepped closer to Steve. He could feel the warm breath on his face.
"It's been fifty years Captain," a smile spread across the figures face.
'No, NO. It can't.' Steve's mind scream, he wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, but he was too cold. Too cold to move, too cold to do anything.
"You're alone once again Captain, can't say I'm too sorry."
Steve had closed his eyes; there was no reason to keep them open.
Doctor Faustus smiled as he saw the super-soldier eyes close. He turned up the heat a little, but not too much. He still wanted to have a little fun with the super soldier. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a small proto-type of his usual bombs, this one would be just enough to make the soldier listen and believe what he wanted him to.
He dropped it at Steve's face and covered his own as the toxins released themselves. Steve breathed in and coughed, forcing his eyes open once again.
Things felt fuzzy, he was cold—no he was freezing, and he had no idea where he was.
He looked at Doctor Faustus, recognition wasn't found though.
"You have to believe me soldier, all your friends, The Avengers? Right?"
Steve didn't respond.
"They're gone. Just like everyone before, you're now all alone," he smirked when he saw tears pooling in the super-soldiers blue eyes.