A/N: Thank you to all who read and review. This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but hopefully you all still enjoy.
Chapter 11
April 19, 1987
The slap to the face was what woke him up. The first thing he noticed was that he was heavily restrained: his wrists, ankles, thighs and upper arms all tied down. HYDRA certainly didn't want him leaving any time soon.
"Ahh, it is good to see you again, Captain."
Steve looked at the small man in front of him and remembered him from the files. "Dr. Zola."
Zola grinned. "So you remember? How touching."
"What do you want," asked Steve harshly.
"What everyone wants Captain Rogers. You."
"You were in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody. How did you escape?"
Zola smiled and pointed to a window in front of Steve. "Why don't you say hello to a familiar face? He has been quite the asset."
Steve looked in front through the one way mirror and saw Tony tied to a chair, knocked out. It was the man behind him checking a gun that grabbed his attention. While there was a mask covering most of his face, but there was no way he could forget those eyes.
"Bucky..."
"Yes, and if you don't give us what we want, the asset will make sure to have the little Stark brat begging for his father."
Steve smirked, preparing for the lie. "His father wouldn't care. He's a soulless bastard."
Zola grinned. "Interesting. Well if that doesn't sway you I know what will." Zola spun him around and there was another one way window.
Peggy.
She was chained to a table by her wrists and was hooked up to an IV.
Zola smirked. "We intercepted her on her way to Russia. I applaud you, Captain, you picked quite the fighter."
Steve pulled against his restraints. "You bastard! Let her go!"
Zola laughed. "Not until we get what we want."
Steve frowned. "What is it?"
Zola turned around and busied himself at a metal cart; when he turned back around he was holding a syringe with a large barrel. "Your blood, dear Captain. The secret to the super soldier serum."
Steve looked over at Bucky who was waiting around Tony with a bored expression. "It's seems you've already mastered it."
Zola approached Steve and placed the needle close to his forearm. "Not quite. He could be better. He will be better." Zola plunged the needle into Steve's vein and he flinched at the pain. He pulled up on the depressor Steve watched as his blood flowed up into the barrel of the syringe. With a sadistic grin, Zola pulled the needle out of Steve and blood flowed out. "There, there all done." Zola grabbed some gauze and medicine tape from the cart and patched Steve up. He looked at the syringe full of Steve's blood and he smiled. "Depending on how this goes I will see you again, Captain." Zola left leaving Steve alone.
He watched Tony and Bucky in front of him, neither of them doing anything interesting. Bucky was leaning against the wall that faced Steve, arms crossed. Tony's head was still lulled to the side in what was probably a drug induced state. Steve struggled against the restraints, but nothing happened. The cold metal bit into his skin and his gear.
He threw all his weight to the left and the chair moved just a bit. With his new discovery he threw all his weight to the left again and continued to until he was facing Peggy. She was passed out, most likely in the same drug state Tony was in. There was dried blood in her greying hair and her head was bandaged. Steve felt his heart break as he looked at her.
Seeing her brought new strength in him and he threw his weight to the left again and again, trying to wear the chair out. He made it almost all the way around again when he heard it groan. It was also then that Dr. Zola came back, rolling in a different cart with new horrors on it. "Captain, it was a success!"
Steve watched as Zola rolled the cart up to him. He pulled a telescoping metal pole out of the bottom of cart and extended it. He sat it next to Steve and he began preparing an odd kind of container. "The wonderful thing about this is that it was so easy." He pulled out two different needles and laid them to the left. "Tracking you only took a new HYDRA member. You have gotten sloppy in your old age Captain." Steve didn't say anything. Zola hummed a bit while he fixed an IV to the pole. "So many people want the secret to the super soldier serum: HYDRA, the Black Widows, I wouldn't even be surprised if your precious S.H.I.E.L.D. does, but they just don't want to offend you."
"They promised after the death of Dr. Erskine to not do any tests on me," said Steve.
Zola stuck the IV into the crook of Steve's elbow and he busied himself with the other contraption. "A pity. The U.S. government had a solution to their problems and they didn't take it." He stuck another needle in Steve's forearm. "Just like Americans."
Steve watched as the needle in his forearm drew blood from his body into whatever the hell the box on the cart was.
"I think we'll leave you like that for now," said Zola as he pulled off his gloves, looking even more like a mad scientist.
Steve was alone again, hooked up to an IV, having blood drawn, and no escape.