Pint-Sized Hydra
Notes: Written for the 167 word challenge: Write a Monologue!
"Hi," Steve said, through a split lip and Tony yearned to run to his side.
But a man held a gun to Steve's head, so they remained motionless in their positions-Tony with the team, tied up and bloody and Steve in front of them, a letter shaking in his hands. He read.
"I'm here to tell you, your battle is… fruitless. You should surrender, let Hydra have me. That's the only way," he choked, a wet and dreadful sound, "that you'll survive the night."
The words sounded wrong coming out of Steve's mouth, the voice that led them on the battlefield, the voice that moaned in his ear at the end of the night.
"They want you to leave me here, they will… drain me of the serum. Then give me back to you. In return, they will never," he gasped, "attack America again. Or, they will attack our country with the full force of their might." The paper fell to his side. "What will you decide?"