((Loki's POV))

I felt him move in the bed next to me, 'wow it's 3:00 pm already?' his voice asked as he pulled himself out of our warm embrace. I opened my eyes up, lifting my head up to look at Steve. 'Mmm Stevie?' He smiled warmly down at me, 'sorry, didn't mean to wake you up. It seems I'm needed by Tony.' He leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead. 'Ok, guess they decided to let you in on the mission' I say, sitting upright. Steve gave me a soft smile, picking up his clothes as he dressed himself.

'How about you go clean up, I'll meet you down at the conference room ok?' he said, opening up the door to leave. I got out of the bed, smiling warmly at Steve as I nod my head. I walked into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me as Steve left the room. I stepped into the shower, turning the taps and relishing the feeling of the warm waves washing over my skin. I scrubbed my skin clean of our morning activities, letting the soapy bubbles run down my form.

After a few minutes of gentle cleaning, I turned the taps of and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel to dry myself of, I made my way back into the bedroom. "Odd, I could have sworn Steve closed the door" I mumble as I notice the partially open door. I creep over to it, poking my head outside quickly to make sure I hadn't had any visitors, I pull back inside the room and close the door behind me, dropping the wet towel to the ground as I begin to dress myself. I chose a casual outfit, warm turtle neck and comfy jeans.

I flinched as I felt a cold breeze fan across my back. I peeked over my shoulder to find the source of coldness, turning directly towards the window suspecting it to be opened. A gloved hand clamped itself around my mouth and a strong arm wrapped tightly around my throat, pulling me against a hard chest and gagging me tightly. I choked on the small amount of air left in my lungs, instantly grabbing hold of the tight embrace around my throat. "now now little prince, wouldn't want to break anything would we?" a voice growled in my ear. My hands were bound behind me and a blindfold secured across my eyes. I felt strong hands grip my body and drag me away. My only thought was that this was the end, I was going to get killed and never see Steve again.

No, please Steve find me, anyone, I don't want to die yet..

I heard the shuffling of feet and the slamming of doors as I got thrown into a vehicle. Several men laughed, and they spoke in a language I couldn't understand. A hand grabbed onto my hair and pulled my head upright. "Puny thing isn't he?! He wont last after the master has been through with him" a voice spat in my ear, which elicited several deep laughs from the other men. I clenched my jaw and stayed still, no point in attempting to pull away when you are at there every mercy. I flinched inwardly as I was thrown against the hard ground of the vehicle, slamming against a wall as the engine jumped into action and began roaring with energy.

My mind kept escaping itself, thinking about the various ways I could be killed, why these men wanted me? Is there a connection to one of the avengers that links me to them? I stayed in my curled position, biting down onto my cheek until I tasted blood. Please let Stevie find me… I don't want it to end just yet… For the first time in my life I panicked completely, scared for my life and scared for my loved ones.. For Steve... What if Steve has been taken also? What if all the avengers are tied up inside a vehicle driving alongside this one?

If you pigs have injured my Steve in anyway, in Odin's name I will slit your throats and laugh as you bleed out at my feet. Your hearts will be ripped out by my cold blooded fingers, your lungs punctured, and your minds kept alive so you can live through to torture and devastation I will put you through…

My nostrils flare and I clench my fists, the sudden thought of Steve being in any form of pain sending heat waves of pure anger to swarm over me. I tried to disable my thoughts, concentrating on figuring out where I was being taken. The only clues I had was the smell of fuel pouring in through an open window, A .. plane taking of? And some minor words I picked up from the men. They spoke of Germany, Red Skulls and the captain.

I gritted my teeth as soon as I heard the word 'Captain' how dare they even think about hurting him? Or even taking him away, made my blood boil.

I again attempted to close my thoughts, but now all I could think about was the safety of my lover. I hope he is alright.. I worried my bottom lip, if only brother could see me now. Chewing my lip, holding my breath, knuckles turning white and body curling up. He would laugh and call me weak, he didn't know the feelings I hid for Steve. No one does, not even Steven. But oh how I loved him, the way he would wake up in the morning to the way he would fall asleep at night. Always hugging me tightly as he pulled himself out of bed. The way his lips would curl up when he was hiding a secret from me, and his twinkling eyes daring me to guess. The way his body would slump heavily into the couch after a long day at work, cooing me over to have a deep snuggle session. His soft blonde hair, warm blue eyes, gentle touch, deep voice… My Stevie… my beautiful, loving Stevie…

I began to shake, unable to stop the depression settling in. I blacked out shortly after, my body giving out as I surrendered to the darkness.