You dig your toes into the sand and let out a contented sigh. After a week of taking it easy, Bruce had finally cleared you to use your powers again. You had taken the opportunity to pop off to a little secluded beach on the coast of Jamaica, another of your favorite spots. Although you were annoyed with what you essentially equated with house arrest, the week had been nothing short of blissful. Between curling up on the couch to watch movies with Sam and spending the evenings wrapped up with Bucky, you weren't sure that you had ever been happier than you were right now. Bucky had left you in bed that morning after a mind blowing orgasm to go spar with Steve, so you had decided to spend a little time alone with the ocean.
As the tide rolls in you feel a small stinging in your neck. Reaching your hand up, your fingers brush a small dart, just as a wave of exhaustion settles over you. You attempt to teleport, but nothing happens and a second later you slump over, your face landing in the sand.
After four hours go by Bucky starts to worry. He wanders back down to the lounge where Sam is watching t.v., "You seen (Y/n) anywhere?"
"Nah, thought she was probably with you man," Sam says without looking up, "She's probably training or something." You aren't in any of the training rooms, and when it hits six hours, he finds Steve.
"Steve, I think something happened to (Y/n). She's been gone six hours, no one has seen her."
"I'm sure she's fine," Steve says, "She probably just popped off somewhere."
"She always says something if she's gonna be gone for long though," Bucky insists, a nagging feeling in his gut telling him something happened, "I've just got a bad feeling Stevie."
Steve's eyes soften and he nods, "Okay, I'll call a meeting." Bucky's already sitting at the table in the conference room, his metal fingers drumming on his leg when everyone arrives.
"(Y/n)'s missing," Steve says, calling everyone's attention to the front of the room, "No one has seen her since this morning, which is unusual for her. Bucky thinks something might have happened to her."
"Like what?" Tony crosses his arms, "She can literally teleport out of any situation. She's probably drinking Mai Tais on the beach in some third world country."
"She wouldn't just take off without saying anything," Sam says with a frown, "And that's a long time to be gone."
"Isn't there anyway to track her?" Bucky demands.
"Well…" Tony starts, but Natasha cuts him off with a look.
"I don't want to be the one to say it, but there's a chance that she took off, I mean Cap and Stark said that she didn't really want to join in the first place."
"That was before," Vision says softly, "She has developed attachments here, I do not believe she would sever those ties so easily."
"Wanda?" Steve asks turning towards the brunette woman, "Did you ever pick up anything from (Y/n)?"
"The thought of leaving was always in her mind, not so much as she was going to, but that she could. She was happy here, but sometimes struggled with the idea of being tied down to one place. If something were to happen to push her over the edge, she may have left." Her gaze falls on Bucky and he shifts uncomfortably. "Perhaps the idea of being tied down to one person was too much."
"You think-" Bucky's fists clench under the table, "You're wrong. Stark, can you track her?"
"Yes, but I'm not supposed to." Tony sighs, "When she joined I promised she could leave at any time, which is true, but we still needed to have some insight into her movements, so Bruce used her incident last week to implant a small tracker on her. Just so if she ever left and, went the wrong way…" He trailed off, "We swore we would never use it unless absolutely necessary to respect her privacy. We all have one."
"I have one?" Bucky asked darkly, and Tony nodded looking sheepish. Bucky shakes it off, that was a problem for another time. "Stark, you ever get the sense that before this (Y/n) was running from something?"
"A bit."
"It was HYDRA she was running from. They've wanted to get their hands on her for years. They even got a hold of her once, but couldn't keep her because of her abilities. What if they went after her again?" Bucky's tone was pleading now, he couldn't help it, he needed them to see.
"She would just teleport out again?" Tony reasoned, but the team was starting to look a little concerned.
"Not if they kept her drugged." Natasha frowned, "We know what HYRDRA is capable of. If they really wanted her, they would find a way."
"Alright Stark, track her." Steve says, "We'll see where she is, if it matches up with any known HYDRA bases we'll make a move. Everyone get ready, and we'll see what Tony comes up with."
You groan as you open your eyes, you're laying on a cold metal table and you quickly sit up, blinking against the harsh fluorescents. You're in some kind of glass box about six feet by six feet, and you gingerly hop to your feet. Well, whatever the hell this is, you're not sticking around. You concentrate on your room back home and-nothing happens. You try for that coffee house outside Brooklyn, nothing. Jamaica-nada.
"Having trouble?" A voice calls, and you spin around. A cruel looking man is standing on the other side of the glass behind you, and as you hear his harsh accent you start to fear the worst. HYDRA. "I'm sure you're very confused, let me explain. We had a goal in mind, you-something that for a long time seemed unattainable. What was the point in capturing you if we couldn't keep you? But when you left here the last time our scientist noticed something odd about the area that you teleported from-something about the particles in the area. We ran tests, we theorized, and we found a way to track your teleports using the particle disruptions."
"Does this story have a point?" You snap, your fist clenched at your sides.
"Patience," The man smiles, "Since you are so ready to move on, I will make a long story short, we followed you all around the world taking samples from the areas from which you teleported. And now, around you you see the fruits of our effort. A cell that you are not able to leave."
"We'll see."
"We've already seen," The man's smile grows wider and he steps aside revealing three men. A door slides open and the cell and they enter. You lunge forward as the first one approaches you slamming your fist into his face, the second man tries to grab you around your waist and you hear a satisfying crack as your elbow hits his nose, he lets out a growl but doesn't let go. You kick at the third man, but it's too late, and you're being forced onto the table, thick metal restraints are locked around your wrists and ankles and you're trapped, really and truly for the first time in your life. The guards file out of the room and the first man enters once again, pushing a cart of medical tools. "I'm happy to see you are already a fighter, makes for less work for us. Ah, how rude of me. I haven't even introduced myself. I am Dr. Haber," He says conversationally as he jabs a needle into your arm, taking several samples of your blood.
"I've been in charge of getting ahold of you for a long time now, (Y/n)," He picks up a scalpel and you flinch away as much as you can, but it's no use. You let out a soft cry as he draws a soft line from your collarbone to your sternum. "It used to cause me a lot of aggravation, but then I realized there was a purpose behind my failures, a bigger picture, if you will. You've found some new friends, and now you are worth so much more. All that intel swimming inside that pretty head of yours. Tell me, which of our bases do your Avengers know about."
"I don't know," You tell him, "They don't tell me about those things." He brings the blade down again, deeper this time onto your shoulder, "I don't know!" You shout again and he pulls the blade away.
"Okay, try this one, in your sleep you said a name," You stiffen, "A name of one of our wayward sheep. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. He is with the Avengers, yes?"
"No, no," You shake your head from side to side, "I've just heard the name from Steve, I don't know him." You let out a scream as he shoves the blade into your thigh, "I don't know him!" You cry out, tears escaping from your eyes, "I don't know him!"
"What about his programing, is it still intact?" Dr. Haber presses the blade against your cheek, and a soft whimper falls from your trembling lips.
"Programing?" You scream, your voice almost hysterical, "I don't know what you're talking about, please!" He flicks the blade and you feel a ribbon of blood fall from the cut mixing with your flowing tears. Smiling, he lets the scalpel fall back to the table, and you let out a relieved sob.
"You are refusing to talk then?" Dr. Haber sighs, "I suppose it doesn't matter. We will find him soon enough, with or without you."
The moment he leaves you try the restraints with no luck. "God," you whisper, "Okay, think, think…" But there's nothing you can do, and eventually you drift off to sleep.
The next day is worse, you wake up the next morning to a rag being tossed on your face followed by what felt like a bucket of cold ice water. In between water buckets he asked you a constant stream of questions; security codes to the base, weaknesses in your teammates, information on HYDRA, ex-S.H.I.E.L.D member whereabouts, information on Wakanda's defences-the only one you could have answered about your teammates you had refused, gritting your teeth until he moved onto the next question. You were as good as dead, you knew that, and you wouldn't let yourself betray them in your last moments. After what seemed like hours he stopped, leaving you alone and shivering in the cell, your clothes soaked through with the icy water. A couple hours later he returned and it all began again, leaving you screaming yourself hoarse as he asked you question after question again, becoming increasingly harsh when you didn't answer.
Finally when you think you're going to lose your mind another man enters the cell and whispers something to the doctor that leaves him with a grin. "Wunderbar," Dr. Hamut says, "This is great news." When the man leaves he turns to you, "We've run several test on your blood, and our scientist have determined that wiping your memories will not have any effect on your abilities. This is very exciting."
"Just what I wanted to hear," You try for a sense of bravado but your voice wavers at the end, giving you away and widening the doctor's smile.
"You are frightened, there is nothing to be frightened of," He says softly, "You will be even stronger after this." You pull at your restraints as the chair is brought in, blood from your wrist lubricating your hand and letting you slip around. You let out a cry as you pull back as hard as you can and your thumb dislocates allowing your right hand to pop out. The guards are on you in a second, and you manage to scratch one across the face leaving long jagged cuts on his cheek before they pin you down.
"That's enough," Dr. Haber says, all trace of joking gone. "Drug her and get her in the chair. We'll start the process when she awakes." A needle is shoved into your neck and your body immediately slumps onto the table. You try to fight the haze but it's no use. Your last thoughts are of Bucky and Sam, your lover and your best friend.