Chapter Four: Assemble

"Are you sure that there isn't more that I can do, Steve?" T'Challa said as he looked at the blond super soldier. Both of them were currently standing in the platform of SHIELD headquarters. T'Challa had arrived by private plane and he and his group of scientists had deposited Bucky safely.

Bucky was scheduled to wake in a few hours which would give Steve and the others plenty of time to access Tony's location and decide on a plan of attack. "No, thank you T'Challa. It was kind enough to bring Bucky here. But this is our fight, not yours and we won't like to drive you to our messes. Besides we know that you have a country to run. Still, we appreciate your help."

T'Challa shook his hand. "No need to thank me, I just hope that Tony gets off ok. These HYDRA business seems to creep out of nowhere. If you need anything, anything at all. Please don't hesitated to call me. I will have my best men and women with me."

Steve nodded. "I appreciate your offer, hopefully we won't need it. I'm assembling a team together."

T'Challa nodded. "From what you told me Stark and Dr. Banner had a pretty good thing going, a plan to save the world. Make it a better place."

Steve nodded. "Well, you know how it goes. You have something good and then someone wants to destroy it and use it for evil. Thanks for everything T'Challa. I know you have a plane to catch."

T'Challa smiled. "The good thing is that it leaves when I order it too. Are you going to send Bucky back to our establishments, once Tony gets rescued?"

Steve hesitated. "I don't know. It was hard enough the first time."

T'Challa nodded. "You are lucky to have many good friends, captain. I think someone is looking for you.

"Huh?" Steve turned around and saw a scrawny looking kid, nervously playing with his hands in his pockets. He fumbled when he saw Steve. "Hi, sir, your highness, captain, um, sir how do you want me to call you. I'm cool with anything to be honest."

T'Challa let an amused smile play on his face. "I better get going. Good luck with everything." Without another look back he went towards his plane. Steve approached the quivering teen. "What are you doing here, kid? Queens, right?"

"Uh, yeah," Peter mumbled. "Queens and you're from Brooklyn and I'm not a kid, and I'm know I'm kind of short, but I'm almost sixteen."

"I'm Steve," Steve said. "What's your name?"

"Peter. Uh, Peter Parker, sir." Peter said.

"How's the eye?"

Peter gave an embarrassed shrug. "I've had worse." He stuffed his hands in his pocket. "Now that we got acquainted and everything. Would you mind telling me, where Mr. Stark is, because he hasn't been answering my phone calls and he promised that he would come over and come teach me how the new gadgets work and I'm not trying to be a pain, but- "

"Whoa, slow down, kid." Steve hesitated. How was he supposed to tell this kid, that practically worship the ground that Tony walked on that his mentor might currently be tortured or worse. "Tony-Tony he isn't here."

Peter looked at him disappointed. "Aw, crap where is he?" Steve didn't answer. He had always been a rather terrible liar and it wouldn't help if he started lying now. "Mr. Rogers, where is Mr. Stark? I can tell that something is wrong, is written all over your face. You call tell me."

Steve nodded. "Long story short, Tony is compromise. He was ambushed and taken by HYDRA agents a few days ago for a prototype that he and Dr. Banner were working on."

Peter's face went pale. "Is he ok? Is he hurt? Is he sick? What happened?"

"Peter, calm down," Steve said tightly. "We don't know much yet; all we know from the hostage video is that Tony is being kept by some guy name Vincent. We managed to trace down the video. He's in some place in Eastern Europe, right now we're getting a team to help him."

Peter nodded, his lower lip trembling slightly. "Alright, we're going to help him, tell me what you need me to do."

"Whoa, we are not doing anything. You're staying out of this, Peter, no excuses. You're a kid, and I know how much you care about Tony, but we are not accepting your help."

"I said I wanted to help," Peter said stubbornly. "And I'm sorry Mr. Rogers. With all due respect sir, I'm not going anywhere until I'm one hundred percent sure that Mr. Stark is going to be ok."

Steve looked back at Peter's determination. "Fine, but you're staying close by and if I say is too dangerous. You have to go back to safety."

"Are we clear?"

Peter nodded. "Perfectly."

Tony felt something cold on his face like ice, he also felt incredibly dizzy as if he had a horrible hangover. It took a moment for his vision to settled and when he did he wished that he could just close his eyes again or better yet be dead.

It took him a moment for him to remember his ordeal, but then everything had become painfully clear. He was in a dark room, that might as well resemble a basement and it was clear that it hadn't been used in decades.

"Mr. Stark?" He felt someone tapping on his face and Vincent's ugly face came into view. "We are glad to see that you are finally awake Mr. Stark we have some business to discuss." Tony looked at his surroundings and saw that he was tied up to a mental table with his arms strapped down. "No kidding." The sarcasm never left his voice. It was the only thing that was keeping him calm. "Not giving my dear old friends a chance, huh?"

Vincent shrugged. "Forgive me, that I can't fully trust your friends. It seems that they need some motivation."

"So you're giving them, that, huh? Aren't you sweet." Vincent ignored him as he positioned the straps so that Tony couldn't move an inch. He lowered something on Tony's head, that felt heavy like a mental helmet. Tony felt his anxiety creeping in, but there was no way in hell that he would beg for mercy. He would rather be Loki's lap dog.

He heard Vincent typing something on the computer. "Just relax Mr. Stark. This will hurt. A lot."

Before Tony could say a word, he felt a jolt of electricity and he let out a scream.

"They told me that you were awake," Steve forced himself to be cheerful as he went to Bucky's room. He was sitting down, wearing a hospital gown with a far off look on his face. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Bucky said with a slight smile. "Am I cured? Wait-it's too soon, even for them. Steve, what's going on?"

"It's Tony," Steve said. "He's been taken by HYDRA agents, we don't know how many, but we need to get him back and we're outnumber. We would like your help if you're up for it."

Bucky stared at Steve, slightly shocked. "I doubt that the guy wants to see me after he found out what I did to his parents. He almost killed me last time, Steve and . . .I'm still not well, what if I snap and hurt someone."

Steve placed a hand on his shoulder. "That won't happen."

"How do you know?"

"Because I believe in you," Steve said with a smile. "We need all hands on deck, Buck. I know you and Tony didn't get the best start and I know that he probably hates my guts. But he's my friend and my family too, so will you help me."

Bucky gave him a wry smile. "You give the orders captain. I guess we better suit up."

-End of Chapter Four-

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