AN: Warning for torture in this chapter.
Phil woke, panting and sweating. He tried to remember what had happened last. He closed his eyes as the room began to spin. He remembered leaving for work, having to go with Clint and Natasha on a mission, having flown somewhere in Russia... Where they here too? He opened his eyes, feeling sick. He kept his calm exterior, not showing his captors any fear if they were watching, just like he had been trained to do. He wondered what had happened, or whatever drugs his captors had given him. He shut his eyes, his head spinning, and threw up.
Steve stood in the SHIELD aircraft, the rest of the Avengers with him. Every second they weren't there was a second too long. Steve was terrified at the idea that Phil could be anywhere, alone and afraid. He could be injured or even dea- no. No he couldn't think that way. Not if he wanted to stay sane. He felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around, coming face to face with Tony Stark. "What?" he snapped at him. Tony put his hands up. "Cap.. I was just going to say I'm sure he's fine. They wouldn't take him if they didn't want him for something. They wouldn't hurt or kill him." said Tony, shaking his head. "But right now we're also concerned about you, Cap." said Bruce, stepping next to Tony. "You're not talking to us... you just keep staring out the window. It's not going to make us get there faster." said Tony. Steve shook his head. "You guys don't get it. I can't think of anything but him. I can't sleep or eat.. You don't understand. You don't understand because you've never been in love." he told them. Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, that was uncalled for and I didn't mean it." Bruce nodded understandingly. Tony clapped Steve on the back, his own way of showing assurance and affection to his friend. "We'll find them." he said.
Phil stared up at the masked men who came towards him, grabbing him roughly by the arms. "Где щит? Конечно, они придут спасти их потеряли агентов?" Phil heard them speak in Russian. He couldn't really focus on what they were saying, and felt one of them knee him in the stomach. "Я не знаю." Phil gasped out. "Они не будут вас найти. Пока мы не хотим, чтобы они." One of them said. "Что вы хотите от меня?" asked Phil weakly. "Мы хотим знать, где находится оружие чертежи на SHIELD." said one of them. "Я не знаю." Phil lied, feeling a sharp kick to his head, disorienting him. The man asked again, but Phil, being honorable, refused to answer. He felt hands grab him, but he was too disoriented to struggle. They forced his head under cold water. When they lifted him out, he sucked in deep breaths, but still refused to answer any questions. Phil was beaten and hurt over and over. Pills were forced into his mouth, and the men left the room. Leaving Phil unconscious on the ground.
Phil was shaking when he woke, cold sweat pouring off him. He was so cold and everything hurt. He heard footsteps in front of him and he slowly looked up. "C-Cap?" he said quietly. The tall blond was silent. "Cap.. we can.. we can escape.." Said Phil, trying to sit upright. But the image of his love was soon gone and he felt the bitter sting of abandonment. Phil began to cry like a child, wrapping his arms around himself and trying to stay warm. He babbled to himself, everything was going to be okay. He would see Steve again. He wouldn't die here.
The plane landed somewhere in Russia, that was all Steve knew. He got off the plane, for once following the orders of what others were telling him to do. They went to the checkpoint where Phil and the others were last before they were taken. Steve looked around, trying to find some clue of where they could be. He heard shouts and ran to the agents who were looking at the ground. One of Phil's trading cards. Steve's heart hurt when he looked at the captain america cards that Phil had treasured so much. His eyes widened when he saw another about a yard away. He couldn't help but smile. Phil, the clever man. Steve proceeded to look for more cards. Only something was strange... something wasn't right. Phil couldn't have left these. If he had been taken, surely it wasn't on foot. He wouldn't be able to drop these. Someone had wanted Steve to find him. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Everyone stay back, It's.. it's probably a trap." he told the other agents and Avengers.
Steve heard Phil's familiar voice somewhere inside a tall, abandoned looking building that they had come across. Steve ran forward, ignoring all instincts. He stepped inside. No one. Instead, he found a recording. Already playing for them. Men with heavy Russian accents, speaking English on the recording. "We have three agents." said one of them. "You will not find us, unless we want you to." said another. "You should do as we say. Remember, we have three agents. We don't have to give you three back." said another. He was cut off by a pained cry. Phil's voice. Tears came to the super soldier's eyes. "We want blueprints of SHIELD weapons." said one of them. "The longer you take, every day the agents will be tortured." said one, before the tape ended.
Steve turned to Fury. "You have to give them the blueprints." said Steve, begging. "Captain, you can't really expect me to do that." Steve gaped. "They took your best agents. Their lives are more important." Sputtered Steve. "Think of how many more lives will be lost if we give them those weapons." said Fury. "We are going to find them, I promise you that, Rogers." he said. "But you need to step down. You're too close to this mission." said Fury. "WHAT?" said Steve, suddenly threatening. "If you think I'm just going to step aside, you are sorely mistaken. I will search, and I will fight to get those agents back." Said Steve.
AN: Sorry for my probably terrible Russian, I just used google translate because I'm a lazy good for nothing. Oh well. I do love reviews by the way, don't know if I mentioned. If you have any suggestions I would love to hear them!