"Hello, father," Dayne said softly, holding onto Steve's hand.
"Daughter," the dark man said. He had a slight smirk on his lips and his eyes were cold.
"What are you doing here? I thought the Ministry would have caught up to you by now." When Dayne stepped up beside Steve, to stare her father down, he only just managed to restrain the urge to push her into the car and drive away as quickly as possible.
The man across from them smirked and Steve noticed he was playing with his wand idly, looking calm. "The Ministry is nothing, just weaklings. Kissing Muggles now, blood traitor?"
"I am no blood traitor, father," she stood proud and determined, standing for what she knew was right. "And if you knew anything, Steve is not just a simple Muggle. He is the strongest man I know, certainly stronger than you."
The man narrowed his eyes and Steve looked around, searching for any backup. There wasn't anyone in the parking lot, but he could feel eyes on them. He wished he had his shield right now, or maybe just a gun.
"You dare insult me, Dayne?" the man hissed, "You forget where you come from. My loins brought you into existence and I still have claim over you under Pureblood Law. It's a pity you can't be more like your mother... Such a pity."
"Those Laws mean nothing anymore, Rodolphus," Dayne sneered, widening her stance slightly to get more balanced, "And my mother was an insane bitch, I never want to be like her." Steve looked around again, frowning. I know someone, or multiple someones, are here with us.
"That is where you are wrong. Stupefy!" Dayne cried out as Steve was hit with a red light, her eyes wide. Steve shook himself, but managed to stay upright though the spot where the spell had hit was smarting strongly. Dayne pulled out her wand and aimed it at her father, but a red light hitting her in the back had her falling to the ground, paralyzed. Steve yelled out and tried to go after Rodolphus, but ten red spells hit him at the same time, coming from the wizards that had appeared out of thin air. The combination of the spells had him on the ground, watching in a paralyzed state as Dayne was hit over the head by her father and then picked up, thrown over the dark man's shoulder.
"Pity, that you aren't a wizard," the man said, sneering coldly down at Steve. "I have not seen someone fight a Stupefy like that before. I can almost see what my daughter sees in you. Almost."
All Steve saw was the man's boot before everything went black.
Dayne woke up slowly, groaning in pain. Her head was killing her and she couldn't move. She tried to reach up to rub her eyes and discovered they were bound by manacles and chains. She laughed brokenly, shaking her head. Of course, he keeps his own daughter as a prisoner...
She moved her legs slightly, finding them also held by chains and she started to feel her heart sink even more. She was still in her dress from her date and she didn't even know if Steve was okay... Please be okay, Steve, I just got my first kiss from you.
She glanced around the dark room she was in and saw it held nothing but a thin, dirty mattress (Not sleeping there.) and a bucket in the corner. The room was covered in grime and dark stains that she did not want to think about. She shifted to get into a better position, her feet bare on the dirty ground. They had taken her shoes, probably so she couldn't use them as some sort of weapon. A kick from those would have hurt a certain groin area.
The heavy wooden door squealed open and she looked up into the smirking face of her father. "Do you like your accommodations, daughter?"
"Fuck you." She gathered some spit and aimed it right in his face. She felt great satisfaction when she saw her father wiping his face slowly with a handkerchief. She didn't even blink when his fist landed a blow on her right cheekbone, pain blooming from the spot immediately.
"Little whore," the man spat, "If I didn't need you I wouldn't keep you alive, blood traitor."
"What do you need me for, you son of a bitch?" she glared at him, refusing to feel scared.
Rodolphus leaned down close to whisper into her ear: "We have suffered many losses and we need a good brood mare. Everyone knows you can't do better than the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Your mother is dead, dear one, so who do you think we are choosing now?"
With that he turned and left and Dayne felt her hope sink and leave her completely, horror filling its place.
"We have to find her!" Steve exclaimed, pacing a hole in Tony's living room carpet. Bruce watched him closely, just barely managing to keep a hold on his anger just barely. He knew the Other Guy was in his eyes and that his skin was tinged green, but he was doing the best he could.
"Steve," he growled out quietly, "Sit down."
Steve spun to yell at him and then noticed his state. Bruce watched as he deflated slightly and sat down quickly, fidgeting. The scientist looked around the room slowly, his eyes sharp. Tony was on one of his portable computer screens, working hard to find their lost teammate. Natasha was cleaning a gun, Clint beside her fixing up arrows. He knew they both were angry underneath the calm, just going through motions familiar to them to not blow up with anger.
Bruce removed his glasses, his slightly trembling hand pinching the bridge of his nose, and shook his head. He didn't know how much longer he could keep a hold on the Other Guy. The longer Dayne was gone, the more his anger grew. He had come to respect the little witch, and he was going to tear the people who took her apart. She was one of the only people who really didn't care about the Other Guy. Her and Tony.
"Doctor." He turned towards Dayne's friend, Luna. The blonde woman was watching him closely. "Would you like a calming draught? It could help right now. The Wrackspurts are moving in quick and we need your mind."
He frowned before nodding. She passed him a vial full of a light blue liquid and downed it. It tasted mildly terrible, but he felt himself relax. He smiled slightly in thanks and she nodded.
"Dayne is strong," she said, loud enough for them all to hear, "She won't let Rodolphus get the upper hand on her for too long."
"Sir," Jarves said, making Tony look up. "Director Fury and Agent Hill request entrance. They have a couple guests."
"Let them in," Tony ordered, standing up. The billionaire went over to the bar to pour himself a drink.
Fury entered the room, his face stern and with none of his emotions visible, but Bruce could almost smell the worry and anger coming off of him. Even Agent Hill looked mildly worried. With him was the messy-haired man from the Ministry attack the other day and a taller younger man who seemed shy and fidgety. Behind them was a blonde, pointed-face boy. Bruce recognized him from a photograph of Dayne's; he was her cousin, Draco.
"Stark, no alcohol," Fury ordered.
"Don't pull that right now, Fury, I'm walking a thin line." Bruce had never seen his friend look so serious.
"We all are, Mr. Stark," the messy-haired man said. Harry, his name is Harry. "Hello, I'm Harry Potter, this is Neville Longbottom-" he gestured to the taller, shy man "-and the blonde is Dayne's cousin, Draco Malfoy."
Steve frowned at the blonde newcomer, narrowing his eyes. "Aren't you one of them? Those Dark Wizards?"
"Contrary to popular belief," the blonde drawled, a sneer on his face, "I am not. I was a spy for Potter and his followers during the war."
"You never told Dayne that." Bruce looked at Natasha, the one who had spoken. The woman was holding her gun as if she was ready to shoot.
"No," Draco looked guilty for a moment, "I did not."
"We are not here to discuss Draco's loyalties," Neville said in a surprisingly strong voice. "We are here to find Dayne."
"Why? So your Ministry can have her?" Steve growled, standing up. He looked like he was going to punch someone. Luna walked over to him gracefully and put a hand on his arm.
"The Ministry doesn't know we are helping you," Harry admitted. "And they don't need to know."
"They have agreed to help us find Black," Fury said, walking over to a window and looking out it, his hands clasped behind his back. "We need all the help we can get if her father has got her."
"Explain," Bruce growled, not feeling so calm anymore. Being reminded of Dayne's kidnapping and what they weren't doing to find her right now was not helping.
"Dayne was taken by her father, Rodolphus LeStrange," Draco said, walking further into the room, "He was a very strong supporter of the Dark Lord and he escaped with some other followers after the final battle. They have gained a couple more supporters and have been causing some... trouble for the Light side."
"What does he want with Dayne?" Steve demanded, standing next to Luna. She still had a hand on his arm and it looked like the only thing that was keeping him in place.
"They want to..." Harry looked reluctant to reply, running a hand through his hair, "They want to use her to make more Dark Wizards."
Dayne shook in her cell, dry-mouthed and scared. Her father had been passing by her cell all day to taunt her, knowing the wait was wreaking havoc on her nerves. She was dreadfully thirsty but she refused to touch the food and water he had thrown into the small room. Severus Snape hadn't been her mentor for nothing.
"Never take drink or food willingly from a Death Eater, child," she heard his voice say, "You never know what poison they have slipped in for you to consume."
She wanted to cry, there was no Severus Snape to help her now. And her Team was on another continent. From what her father had told her, she knew that she was somewhere in England, possibly an old Death Eater hangout. She heard footsteps coming down the hall and she scooted closer to the wall, watching the door. The footsteps passed and she sagged in relief, closing her eyes. This time I'm alright, this time...
But then her door was opened and her relief fled as though it had never been there in the first place.
"Hello, daughter," Rodolphus sneered down at her, "Are you ready for your first suitor?"
"They want to..." Steve looked at Draco, quiet horror building in him. "They're going to rape her?"
"Yes," Draco responded, looking him straight in the eyes without giving away even the slightest hint of emotion. "In the most creative ways they can come up with, I'm sure. Until she bears a child for them. And then, when that child is born, they'll do it again."
"But... why? And... he... her father! Would he really let them... hurt her... like that?" Steve stumbled over his words, his worry and fear for Dayne hitting an even higher peak. He couldn't even think of someone hurting a family member like that, let alone a daughter.
"Yes," Harry admitted, "Rodolphus is not above such actions. You don't seem to understand how horrible and evil Dark Wizards are."
"Then explain," Fury ordered, his voice dangerously soft.
Harry took a deep breath, as if steadying himself, and pushed a hand through his messy hair. "Voldemort was the biggest and baddest of the Dark Wizards. He threw away his humanity in his quest for power. His followers, his Death Eaters, were not much better. His Death Eaters did horrible things during the Wars and just because Voldemort is gone doesn't mean that they will stop.
"Dark Magic... changes you. Most Dark Magic requires a part of the user's soul and the Death Eaters used enough Dark Magic to change their souls forever." Harry sighed, looking tired and battle-weary. "The Blacks were staunch supporters of Dark Magic and it runs deeply in the family's blood."
"So they want Dayne because she is a Black," Natasha said bluntly.
"Yes, in essence," Harry grimaced, shaking his head. "They want the power that is naturally in her blood."
"The Blacks are one of the oldest and purest of lines," Draco added, "And they want Dayne because, other than being a powerful witch and part of a powerful line, insanity runs in her family."
"That's insane!" Steve exclaimed, bewildered. They want someone who can, possibly, have a mentally-unbalanced child?
"Not really," Neville said, looking at the Team with serious eyes. "Bellatrix LeStrange, née Black, was one of the most insane witches alive and Voldemort's number one supporter. Insanity was a bonus when it came to her and a few other Death Eaters."
"An insane Dark Wizard is a powerful Dark Wizard," Draco sarcastically remarked.
"We have to save her," Dr. Banner growled, starting to look green again. Luna went over to him and took his hand. The soft amount of calm she had been projecting at Steve left.
"Why, what gave you that wonderful idea?" Draco sneered, still sarcastic.
"Draco, quiet," Harry ordered, frowning. "Out of everyone here, he is not the one to fuck with."
Dr. Banner smirked, though he looked less green, "Scared of the Other Guy, boy?"
"Dr. Banner, calm down," Fury ordered, "Or leave. We don't have time for any of this bullshit right now. We are going to find Dayne, and we are going to do it now. And Dayne is not the only one those assholes took. They kidnapped other 'Pureblood' women, too."
"Well they made a mistake when they took an Avenger," Tony snarled, standing tall. "And we will make them pay for it."
Things are getting dark, my dears. Please review and give me your thoughts.
I've had a few people review to tell me that I am wrong about my 'Captain' fact. I really wish I wasn't getting reviews telling me I'm wrong, but what can you do? I get my information straight from my fiancee, who is an officer in the Navy. His buddies are mostly from the Army and I've talked to them. I've talked to enlisted Captains, so don't go shooting me over something like this. It's still not a very high role, but Captain America still has a better ring, eh?
Stop shooting the girl who is providing you with updates. It hurts my poor feelings. (As if, I have a black soul mwahaha...)