A/N: I should tell you guys that the majority of what Steve does is not mine. I'm doing a RP and my partner is Steve⦠just thought I would let you guys know. but I tweak things around... just not a whole lot.
Question: Is anyone even reading this? If so are you guys enjoying it?
Not even an hour after Tony had downloaded the schematics Steve found himself approaching the building, the shadows covering him. There was an edge to the air that he knew all too well. With a sigh he looked ahead and stealthily slipped behind a parked truck making deliveries. Two men waited by the side entrance. He looked them over, they were dressed like tourists, but he could see the outline of the gun behind their coats. What the hell was he walking into?
Unknown to Steve, Kadnikov's men littered the outer part of the Kremlin, and also the inside. Meanwhile Kadnikov sat in a parked black SUV waiting for his men to do the job they had been instructed to do.
Slipping around the men, he made his way inside. Stark guided him through a Com link and he forgot about the uncomfortable amount of men with guns outside. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but he was close to the target. Opening a locked door with ease, he stepped inside and looked around. He didn't hear the steps behind him until the needle was jammed into his neck and everything wet black.
As cigar smoke started filling the car, Kadnikov started mumbling in Russian to the driver. How long did it take to kidnap Captain America? All his men had to do with stick a needle in his neck. Before he could ask there was a tap on his window, meaning they had him. Pressing the button on the door, the window slowly slid down as the smoke escaped into the cool air, he nodded and the man turned around and headed to another black SUV.
Having lost touch with Steve, Tony began to worry. He knew Steve could handle himself but he didn't like it. Calling in favors, he began to search him out.
Meanwhile in a dark room Steve was just coming to, tied to a chair. Looking around his eyes started to focus on the small room and the few guards watching him. The metal door opened with a loud creak, the Russian lord walked in and immediately started yelling in Russian, yelling at the guards to untie him.
"Mr. Rogers, terribly sorry about this. Theses morons don't listen, I was told not to harm you and no harm will come unless you try and escape."
The Russian accent audible as he spoke calmly, "Now tell whoever was on the other end of your Com that you are alright and not to worry" One of the guards held out an untraceable phone to him, waiting for him to take it and make the call.
Standing Steve grabbed the phone from the man and called Tony. "Stark, stand down. Domestic disturbance" Staring down the man he ended the call before handing the phone back. He now knew that Natasha was involved with this, he didn't know whether to be pissed off or proud of her skills.
"Come along, Mr. Rogers. I shall show you to the living room and dining area" Kadnikov said as he turned to open the door. He was about to walk out when he remembered what Natasha had given him. "Oh, yes, I almost forgot. She told me to give you this" He held the small plastic bag with the silver jewelry in it.
Taking the bag, Steve clenched his jaw, following the man begrudgingly he kept his voice controlled. "She told you to take me? And you listened knowing who I am?"
Walking down the corridor he pushed another door open which emptied into the lavish living room of his mansion. "Of course. I listened to her because I know who she is. She shot two of my men in the groin and the first time she came to see me. I know she is capable of killing all of my men without thinking twice. Besides, she only asked me to keep you for 24 hours."
"To order my abduction must mean there's something going on she doesn't want me in the middle of. I'd ask you but even if you know you'd keep quiet." With an internal sigh he looked towards one of the large windows in the room, "If you don't mind I'd like to be alone.
"Of course" Kadnikov said before leaving the room.
Alone the solider in him wanted to take down every obstacle to his freedom down but the man felt something in his breaking. How could she not trust him?
"Steve, do I even want to know what happened?" Tony whispered over the com that was still in Steve's ear.
"No.. You don't. Not at all. Just sit tight and if I disappear tell my story" He couldn't believe he had the ability to joke. Leaning against the window frame he watched as the snow fell, slowly coating the ground and everything it touched with its beauty.
To Be Continued. . .
