Tony fiddled with the wires and connected them to the radio com. He attached the other side to the tracker and tried to power the thing on. It shorted out (again) and gave Tony a little shock. He cussed and tried again with similar results.

But no matter what happened, Tony wouldn't stop. It was the least he could do when he was one of the reasons one of the children over there was being tortured.

Peter sighed and his head lolled to face Wanda. She seemed to be doing better than him, more burns but less abuse. He was caught by surprise when his captor released another bought of electricity into his body. He spasmed for a few seconds and then lay limp. By the third time, he was whimpering again. By the fifth, he was all out screaming. Tony turned around and faced Peter. A single tear traced down his face, marking a train among a grime and look of pain. The look on Tony's face was readable.

We're getting out of here.

Here.

Tony and Nat were allowed food. Not much, but some. They tried to share it with the children, and the children received the punishment for it.

Wanda received water and small amounts of bland food.

Peter was on fluids only.

They were all struggling to stay alive, but they all knew they couldn't hold out for much longer. Only a few more days, at most. Tony fiddled with the radio system, trying to get it to work. So far, the system could connect but they couldn't get it to SHIELD's servers. Tony worked on it secretly when he could. He spend no time worrying and all working.

Anything he could do to get them out of here.

They didn't deserve anything like this.

Not like this.

This.

Phil Coulson paced around the SHIELD main room. Around him were Clint, Bruce, Thor, Steve, Scott, Hope, T'Challa, Shuri and Okoye.

"We have to do something!" Clint roared. "We will not just let them rot there. We have to go- and now!"

"They aren't at the same place, we have to find them before we go to rescue them," Phil said. They all sat while Clint, Bruce and Shuri scanned the computers and servers for any notice of communication attempts.

Wanda woke up to a fist. The torturer was punching her, over and over again, and Wanda didn't care anymore. Her body was so racked with pain. If it could, her soul would hurt. The agents were getting angrier. They weren't getting answered at all by Tony or Natasha. Wanda was so proud of them. She knows what it's like to watch someone you're close to hurt because of information that is wanted. Wanda pushed the memory out of her head before it could blossom or take root.

Wanda turned her head to her torturer once more. She advanced on Wanda with a deadly sharp knife. She squirmed and tried to avoid the blade, but there was nothing she could do when the blade sunk into her shoulder. The knife flew deeper, stinging and sending waterfalls of red down her arm. Wanda bit her lip and whimpered. The woman plunged the knife into the other arm and Wanda screamed. She screamed herself hoarse and almost until she died.

But she won't die today.

That's not her story.

Not... today.