AN: Tumblr prompt: fic request: the avengers meeting danny when they raid a hydra base and find him being dissected and or experimented on, heavy on the angst? we need some heavier feels in this fandom again

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Drabble 104-Behind Nazi Walls

"So what are we looking at?" Steve asked, eyeing the screen with a sort of contempt.

"Old Hydra base that was thought to be out of commission," Natasha answered. "We've recently detected some activity. A special package-unknown-was delivered a couple of months ago. We're going to go in and investigate. It is recon unless of emergency."

"Do we have any idea what the package might be?" Sam asked.

"Nothing good if Hydra is finding a use for it," Tony answered. "Now let's suit up."

The mission had been going great. There hadn't been a single slip-up, and they were all working together like a well-oiled machine.

Well, they had been until Steve and Tony found the lab where the package was being kept. It was behind large, soundproof unbreakable walls. The only way you could get in was with a key card, which they had stolen from someone who had high enough clearance to be in there. They swiped it and opened the door, immediately being hit with a piercing cry for help and the pungent stench of fluids they were sure was supposed to stay inside of them.

It looked like a battlefield. There was blood mixed with some sort of green substance splattered onto the walls and the floors, and a group of scientists to submerged in their experiment to realize that the lab had just opened. There was a team of six, all circling around the table, and the thing on it was definitely scared out of its mind. However, they couldn't see what it was due to the scientists blocking their view.

"N-no..." they said, "Please..."

Steve and Tony's eyes widened in shock. That wasn't a thing, that was a human-or at least mostly human-person lying on the table. Their voice was hoarse and scratchy from the screaming and pleading, and there was a slight tremble in it. What were they doing to him?

"We should make some designs for a muzzle..." one of the white-coats suggested. The others made sounds of agreement as they handed one articular scientist a needle and surgical thread.

"Oh my god," Tony whispered, horrified by what had been happening. They saw what was passed off, it wasn't hard for the genius to put two and two together.

Tony looked over at Steve, who seemed to barely be holding his anger inside. His eyes were ablaze, and his fists were shaking fiercely. His jaw was set and his face was flush with pure, raw, untamed anger. It was honestly terrifying, and Tony was relieved he had never been on the receiving end of it.

Tony put his hand on Steve's shoulder. He was livid too, but he also didn't want to be the one to stitch the poor bastard up. He would let them do that, and then kill every last one of them.

It only took them a couple more minutes before they were done. Still, none of them have noticed their presence. But as soon as it was done, Tony let go of Steve.

That was all Steve needed.

He charged forward, throwing his shield and making it bounce off the wall, hitting a scientist and watching him crumble with a sort of weird satisfaction. He didn't bother picking his shield back up. No, he just went for them. Steve was out for blood. It was like something in him snapped, and a feral beast had been released. The beast thirsted for justice and honor, making things right. Beating the shit out of Hydra scientists was making things right. Or at the very least a step in the right direction. He had never been a fan of Nazis. In Steve's eyes, if you were a Nazi then you're asking to get your teeth knocked into your skull.

As Steve fought, Tony used his big brain to get the boy out of the cuffs restraining him to the table.

The boy.

A kid.

Tony had to take a deep breath to stop his own hands from shaking with anger. He had dirty white hair and dull, glowing green eyes that eyed him tiredly. The corner of his mouth twitched up, almost like a smile, but a twitch was all his mouth did.

"What's your name?" Tony asked, looking away from the kid's face, and avoiding his chest at all costs. God, he was so pale. Tony grasped the cuff around one of the kid's ankles as he answered.

"Ph...Phantom."

The cuff snapped off with ease. Tony made light conversation as he snapped off the other three, and Steve beat the scientists within an inch of their lives. Once they were done, Tony carefully picked up the bleeding kid bridal style and carried him out with Steve leading the way.

The others were not going to like this.