Fury sighs before leaning back in his chair, unfazed by Banner's attitude. He stares humorlessly up at Banner before grabbing the remote in front of him and turning his chair around. He points it at a blank wall and a surveillance feed automatically appears. On the screen it showed the inside of Sarah's and Caleb's house with the door already wide open.

"Someone had hacked into our system and deleted the last 5 minutes of feed. When Stark was able to get it back, this is what we found."

Bruce ignores the director as he watches what transpires on the screen. After a minute or two, Bruce can clearly see Steve descending the stairs. His facial expression gives away his distress. Not even a moment after he touches the ground, he's grabbed from behind and forced to his knees. Immediately, his emotions are pushed to the side and his eyes harden. He reacts instantly with precise movement. In less than a minute, the three people holding him down were on the floor groaning in pain. Before he could deliver the final death blow, more come at him and give him no time to react. More than couples have managed to bring him down and that's when Bruce sees him.

William. Or better yet, Johann.

He walked through the front door casually, his suit still on from dinner. He carries a cigar in his hands and nonchalantly walks up to Steve. Steve tries to struggle against them, but suddenly he's held at gunpoint. He freezes when the barrel of a MP40 pistol. The cold metal presses against his temple and he slowly raises his eye to meet Johann's eyes. Johann smirks at him. Steve doesn't react.

"It's been a while Captain. 75 years to be exact." Johann spoke, walking closer.

Steve growls, "What do you want Schmidt?"

"I think you know exactly what I want."

"They'll find you." Steve hisses through his teeth. "If you take me, SHIELD will find you."

Schmidt laughs softly, his voice near a whisper. "I have no doubt they won't, but I'm not worried. We're ready this time. All I need to do is grab that beautiful mother of yours and I wont worry."

"Don't you dare touch Natasha!" Steve growls, pull against his restraints. "The Avengers can function fine without either of us, so taking her wont do anything."

"Oh I know, but did you not hear Captain? Natalia has the same exact serum running through her own body. Of course it's not the same as yours, but it'll do." Schmidt smirked. "Besides it might be fun to play with her for a little."

Rage flashes in his eyes and Steve has just managed to slip one arm out of his restraints. He reaches over and grabs a hold of Schmidt's collar. "You listen and you listen good." When the guards reach to pull Steve's arm back behind his back again, Schmidt waves them off. "You can do whatever you want to me. Hurt me, or kill me. Whatever. But don't touch my mother."

William sticks his bottom lip out in a mock pout, "Oh it's sweet. But unfortunately Captain," Schmidt looks to the guard right next to him and nods once. "You'll be too unconscious to object."

Then a guard brings the butt of his gun onto Steve's temple knocking him unconscious. Two minutes later, Natasha walks downstairs.

Bruce- not being able to see another minute of this- turns to Fury, "Turn it off." He demands harshly. "Now." Fury picks up a controller and turns it off. "Where are they?"

"That's the problem, we don't know. We searched their house and found it empty by the time we got there." Coulson replied standing. "They left no traces, and all we're going on right now is sheer luck. We've sent out 5 groups of agents to track their whereabouts, see if they find anything. If we get a hit, they'll let us know immediately and a rescue group will be sent out."

"But that could take too long!" Bruce stressed stepping closer to Coulson. "They could be draining them of their blood at this very moment and we wouldn't even know."

"I doubt that Dr. Banner," Maria intercepted. "If they were to cause Cap or Agent Romanoff any harm, they'd want to do it live for us and the entire world to see. To make everyone fear them and to make them stronger by making you weaker. They know how close relations you are to them and they'd want to hurt you terribly by having you watch them die, one by one. It's the only way to gain control."

Tony places a hand on Bruce's shoulder as he stepped up beside the scientist. "What are we supposed to do? Sit around and wait."

"For now." Fury nodded. "There's not much we can do. Trust us when we say we're extremely worried about Steve's and Natasha's safety. But the only way to save them is to stay quiet and out of Hydra's way. We'll let them think they have the upper hand for a little bit, it will keep out Natasha and Steve out of harms way." If Fury's message wasn't comforting enough, the wink he sends the Avengers made they all glance at each other with smiles. SHIELD has a plan to get their two best assets back, but with a leak in their system they cant afford to have it out in the open. Right now, it's safe between Fury, Coulson and Maria. And the Avengers are fine with it, as long as they get their teammates back.

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With Steve and Natasha…

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It seemed like forever before the screaming finally stopped and it was finally silent in the corridor. Somewhere between the awful screaming and the fatigue that Natasha felt since waking up, both her and Steve fell asleep.

She jolted awake when the screaming came to an end and when she took a good look around, she remembered where she was. The cell has brightened heavily since the last time her eyes were open, but it was still a little difficult to see. But it was remotely better than before. Yawning silently, Natasha shifted a little, but stopped instantly when she felt Steve stir in her lap. Her body froze and she glanced down to see Steve slumbering peacefully in her lap. She didn't have the heart to wake him, but they needed to find a way to get out of there. Who knows if SHIELD is even on their way to get them? Right now, until they can get to a phone, it was all on them.

With a reluctant sigh, Natasha roused Steve. She shook his shoulder lightly as she leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Steve… baby, wake up." She whispered into his ear. Steve's eyes lids fluttered slightly before barely opening. He gazed up at Natasha sleepily, but when he stretched out, his fingertips hitting the cold cemented surface, he began to panic. "Mom?" He whispers.

"I'm here." Natasha assured, caressing his cheek. "The screaming stopped."

Steve perks up instantly, sitting up in Natasha's lap as he sees for himself. Sure enough, the screaming has stopped. But if the screaming is gone, then where's Bridget? What about Sam? Steve opened his mouth to say something, but shuts it when the familiar voice of the horny guard speaks, "Whiny little bitch."

"You didn't kill her, did you?"

"'Course not, boss would have my head if I did."

"He'd have your head regardless if he found out what you're doing to his girl toy. He made it perfectly clear that she is only his." The one guard warns with an amused edge to his tone.

The horny one replies, "How is he going to find out if I don't say anything? And Bridget to way too smart to say anything."

"Whatever, go check on the other two. He's growing impatient."

Natasha felt her blood go cold. She glanced down at Steve worriedly, but he had already closed his eyes and evened out his breathing. "Stay still and pretend to sleep." He orders quietly. Natasha does, just that. She pushes Steve off her lap and goes to her previous position when she first woke up. Laying fast down, hair covering her face. She closes her eyes and evens out her breathing the minute the guard's footsteps approach their cell.

Her heart is beating fast, but she's worried. But not for herself, for Steve. She can handle herself, but if Steve's temple continues to bleed as heavily as it is now, they wont make it out on their own. They'd need to leave now before Steve loses too much blood and he cant move on his own.

When she sure the guard's footsteps had walked away from the cell, she opens her eyes and rushes to Steve's side. "He's gone." She whispers in his ear. His eyes open immediately and he sits up.

"Good, I have a plan." He whispers. "But… you're not going to like it. And frankly neither am I."

Natasha raises an eyebrow, "I don't care if I like it or not. If it means getting us out of here, then I'm all for it."

Steve sighs, "Alright, here's what you have to do…"

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An Hour Later…

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Natasha purposely lets out a loud groan, as she lies on the ground. The sound echoes throughout the cell and corridor catching the guards' attention. "Did you hear that?" They asked each other causing Natasha to smirk. She lets out another one, her head resting on the cold ground floor pretending to just be waking up.

Footsteps quickly scurry to their cell and Natasha picks up her head slowly the minute they step into view. She squints her eyes at them, "W-where am I?"

The guard who Natasha assumes raped Bridget smirks at her as his eyes travel along her body. 'Yep, definitely this one.' She thought to herself. "Don't worry about a thing Ms. Romanoff. You're safe… for now." The other smirks at her. "Is the man awake?"

The horny one opens the cell and walks over to Steve. Natasha forces herself to stay calm and cool as the guard carelessly kicks Steve's limp body. Steve doesn't budge. Natasha growls, "Don't touch him!" She says in a menacing voice and goes to get up, but the guard near her steps on her back to keep her from moving. "Leave my son alone you bastard!"

"Son?" The horny one asks mockingly. "You must've been a really young mother with you're son being 96 years and all."

Natasha rolled her eyes inwardly, but continued to glare at him. Suddenly her glare into a seductively smile. "Hey soldier," she said in a giggly voice catching both guards off guard. The one pinning her down loosens his foot and Natasha uses that time to sit up. But she doesn't dare move anywhere, she just sits there and smiles, her eyes filled with 'lust', at the guard by Steve. "I don't know if I remember correctly," Natasha continued as she used a finger to twirl a red curl and bit her lip. "But I think I vaguely think I heard you say that you wanted to play with me? Show me a few moves that I may like. I mean I don't know, I was barely waking up, and my head hurt like hell when I started to stand that I fell unconscious again. So I cant remember, do you?"

Both guards' mouths fell open in shock. Natasha smirked inwardly and she's pretty sure that she saw the corner of Steve's mouth twitch. She had to keep herself from laughing or cringing in disgust when an evil smile spread across the man's face. "You were right." He said excitedly walking up to her.

Natasha rose an eyebrow up at him, leaning forward and purposely showing off her cleavage from her dress. "Well then, why don't you show me? I'd love to see what you got."

The other guard rolled his eyes, "I don't believe this. This is probably some sort of trick."

"It's no trick." Natasha purred reaching up and grabbing the guard's collar. She yanks him down to the floor besides her, "And I can prove it." She quickly prayed Bruce would forgive her for this, before slamming her mouth onto of the guard's. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, Natasha following him as she leaned over his body. The guard happily kissed her back sloppily. Natasha forced herself again not to cringe, he was a wet kisser. Those were the worst.

The other guard huffed annoyed, "Whatever. Screw her, I'm going back to actually doing my job so I don't get fired. You can do whatever you're dumb ass wants to do." Natasha continues to kiss the guard until she's certain the other guard is out of ear shot and his footsteps were far away. She smirked and removed her lips from the guards. The guard trailed kisses along her neck as her hands traced the outline of his suit. He thought she was looking for the zipper, but he was mistaken and he realized his mistake when he felt the barrel of a gun press against his temple. He froze. The guard barely looked up at Natasha for a second before the trigger was pulled. He slumped dead underneath Natasha.

She smirked at him as she blew on the edge of the gun. "What was that?" The other one asked. Natasha could tell his footsteps were getting closer so she stood and pointed at the closed cell doors waiting. The guard had only stepped into view before getting a bullet directly towards his eyes. She sighed and turned to find Steve already removing the guard's suit. He tosses her a set of keys, "Grab the other one." He orders placing the suit on himself.

Natasha quickly unlocked the cell doors and dragged the dead man inside. She closed the cell and dragged him towards the black part of the cell where she quickly undressed him and placed the suit on herself. It was large, obviously not made for her size, but it was something. When she emerged from the darkness, clad in the suit and weapons secured on her belt, she found Steve standing waiting for her at the entrance. He tossed her one of the large rifle both men were carrying and with a quick nod, they both walked out of the cell and into the hallway.

Natasha froze when she saw what kind of building she was in. It didn't look familiar to Steve, but it did to Natasha. It made her blood run cold and her eyes blaze with rage. Steve notices her change in demeanor immediately. "What is it?" he whispers.

"Hydra's not working alone." She whispers back after a pause. Steve could tell she was seething in anger.

He stands in front of her and grips her shoulder, "What do you mean? How do you know Hydra isn't working alone?"

"Because I know this building." She replies, her eyes landing on Steve's face. Her face turns into a scowl and she grits her teeth.

"How do you know it?" Steve prompts. Natasha doesn't reply immediately, she only continues to scowl past Steve's shoulder. "Natasha!" Steve urgently whispers, "How do you know this building?"

With a sigh, Natasha looks directly into Steve's eyes. "Because… this is the place where I was taken when I was five years old, the day my parents died. This is the place where I got the serum injected in me and where I became the Black Widow."

Steve sucks in a breath as his eyes widen…

"Red Room?" He whispers more to himself then Natasha, but still Natasha nods anyway agreeing.

"Red Room."