…The Ghost In The Wires…

Author's note/Warning: This is a Yaoi story as in male x male. The pairing is Steve Rogers X Tony Stark. If it offends you, you might want to turn back now. For those that don't mind that, I hope you enjoy the story. All reviews are appreciated.

P.S: This is a canon-divergent story that takes place in the MCU timeline to an extent but with major changes, such as the events of Iron Man (The first movie and forward) not taking a place; also this is a horror story, meaning we are going to deal with ghosts, supernatural elements, and many dark events that are going to take place; let's not forget the most important one, though, Dark Tony! I hope you enjoy ^-^v.

Disclaimer: I will only say this once. I don't own anything and make no profit off this story.

Chapter 1

"Please, come get me…"

It all started with these four simple words…

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"Please, come get me…"

The voice crackled through the line, sobs and gasps were heard followed by whimpers, and Steve nearly dropped the phone in his hand to the ground. His throat worked hard as he tried to force it to swallow and open his mouth to talk, but he can't get out the words for a moment until he finally gathered himself enough to speak. "Hello? Hello? Who is this?" No response but what sounds like a muffled sob, followed by shuddered breath. "Please, tell me where you are. Where are you? Tell me what's around you." Steve pleaded to the person on the phone, jumping off of his bunk to gather his things as he glanced at the clock: 3:33 am.

There's the sound of a shuddery breath, and then the line goes dead.

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"Please, come get me…"

The voice pleaded; the fear was clear even on the other side of the line as the person whispered in a low voice as if they were hiding and not wanting someone to find them; the line then went quiet, and a few more seconds pass in silence. "Who are you? I'll come to get you, just tell me where you-" Steve pleaded, this time, he was already wearing his gear and ready to find the person on the other side as soon as they gave him the address.

There's a whined "Please" and the line goes dead again; Steve swallowed and looked over the clock...

3:33 am.
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"Please, come get me…" Whispered the voice; shaky breaths could be heard in the background. "Please! Please, come get me. Please, come get me! Please come! Pleasecomegetme! P-"

"This is sick, you are sick, how did you even get this number-" Steve snapped, nearly crushing the phone in his hand, as he breathed hard, trying to calm himself down, and not do something more stupid like that time he threw the phone at the wall and summoned the hordes of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents to his bunk.

"Get me please come get me please me please come please-"

This time Steve is the one to hang up the phone, not being able to handle the continuous begging and crying from the person on the other side, who to this day, didn't give him a name or an address. He doesn't need to look at the clock; he knows exactly what time it is. He rolls over and sobs into his pillow until sunrise.

He does not go back to sleep.
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Three hours later, he's downstairs in the training room, destroying bag after bag after bag with frantic, terrifying energy, punching it with everything he's got until it explodes, only for another bag to take its place and the cycle continued. Bucky… Please, come get me… Take my hand… Peggy… Please, come get me… I gotta put her in the water… Please come get me… You have been asleep, Cap, for almost seventy years... Please, come get me!

He heard the man come in before he sees him, but he chooses to ignore him, hoisting up another bag onto the chain to continue the ritual that he started since morning. "Having trouble sleeping?" Fury asks from behind him, after what seemed to be hours of silence.

Please, come get me. Please, come get me. Please, come get me! "I've been asleep for seventy years. I think I've gotten enough rest." Steve almost spat as he turned to the man who continue to wait for him until he stopped; Steve after assisting Fury, pressed his lips into a tight line to hold his tired sigh…

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The calls don't stop after the Battle of New York; not when six months passed, and not when it marked a year since he woke up from the ice, but Steve Rogers doesn't tell anyone. He doesn't sleep much (He doesn't need to sleep much) but no one at S.H.I.E.L.D. finds that terribly unusual. The others figure it's a side-effect of the super-soldier serum. A bonus, a perk… and Steve doesn't correct them. He's the only surviving recipient of it, after all, and no one knows precisely what it does or how it affects the body, or the brain. So Steve let them all flounder around them by giving them the bare minimum of information, letting them think of him as something that wasn't a threat, or someone who had many weaknesses.

Steve started waking up at 3:33 am automatically, most nights, whether or not the phone rings. When the calls do come, they destroy him inside, piece by piece. Sometimes there's sobbing. Sometimes there's screaming. Sometimes there's quiet, even breathing. No matter what, there's always the same phrase: Please, come get me. Over, and over… and over again. Sometimes Steve stays on the line, his stomach twisting itself into sick knots, trying to get something, anything, out of the voice on the other end. He tries to stay calm, and ask questions. Where are you? Are you hurt? Tell me where you are. I'll come to get you. Who are you? I just need to know where to find you.

3:33 am: Steve hangs up.

3:33 am: The line goes dead.

3:33 am: Steve sobs into the phone 'Stop this, please, stop this…'

3:33 am: A muffled slam like a door closing, dead air hissing.

3:33 am: Steve pleaded 'I'm sorry, forgive me; tell me where you are…'

3:33 am: A crackles, then, after a long pause, a dial tone.

Steve has changed his phone number ten times in the past year, and still. The phone rings. Please, come get me… even after he moved to the Stark mansion with the rest of the Avengers… hoping for was the phone calls to decreased or even cease, but to Steve's dismay, they only increased to being called every day, since he moved to the Stark mansion, almost driving Steve crazy

The Stark Mansion; a mansion that looked to be filled with pain and ghosts of the past, even when the owner 'Pepper Potts' tried to make the place welcomed and warm. Steve doesn't know what he was supposed to think or feel when he heard that the owner of the Stark mansion had opened their home to the Avengers, he doesn't know why until Natasha Romanov implied to be good friends with the owner.

Still, Steve didn't care much where he ended up, considering that he was only awake from the ice for a month before, he was thrust into the line of fire once more; fighting mad Gods-Wanna-Be aliens, only to be called 'Earth's Best Defense' after being able to defeat Loki and stop the Chitauri invasion. .

So the Avengers lived under one roof, in the Stark mansion… the Stark mansion, that was once upon a time owned by his friend Howard, and later was owned by his son… Tony Stark… the Stark mansion where there is always an extra of anything… a thought couldn't help entering Steve's mind, how there was always six of everything… six dining chairs, six master bedrooms chair, six of everything! But the problem was there were only five of the Avengers as Pepper Potts doesn't live with them, and no one else was living with them other than the five Avengers and the cleaning staff who came every morning…

"The sixth is dead…" Steve heard a whisper behind him, causing him to still in his place and turn to catch the person who spoke... only to see no one; the only thing behind him was a cabin full of trophies and prizes with the pictures of Howard, and later pictures of his son, Tony Stark… Tony Stark smiling, Tony Stark in mid-laugh standing beside someone, Tony Stark with an amused look on his face and raised eyebrow, Tony Stark with a smirk… Steve blink and then narrow his eyes when he saw a new picture… one with Tony Stark standing alone in front of a white wall, eyes red, from crying as he glanced at the person who was taking his picture… that made Steve frown harshly, and stand up to walk to the cabin to study the picture even more; from where did this picture come from? Steve was sure it wasn't present when he came here in the morning with he rest of the Avengers.

"Hey, Cap, You hear me?" Clint's sudden call snapped the blond man from observing the picture, causing him to just turn and smiled as gave Clint a thumb up, which made the smaller blond grin at that and turned once again to face Natasha, waiting to see who was going to win and face off against Steve in the next round. Steve gave a sigh as he leaned back on the wall beside the cabin, watching with fascination how Natasha and Clint went against each other, copying their fighting style in his photographic memory to use in other times when the situation calls for it; even when his mind was occupied by the picture he saw.

The one thing that Steve hated the most in this century was him having to dumb himself down just so that people wouldn't look at him strangely like he was some kind of an alien if he said something smart. It seems that Steve being from the forties made people, assume he was one raised under a rock, not knowing his front from his rear, and forgetting that Steve was called the best strategist in his century which was a fate in his time… something that everyone seemed to discard and ignore, thinking of him as a simple-minded fool.

Steve, despite what everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. would tell you, is far away from being stupid. Fluent in several languages and capable in several more, with a photographic memory and an appreciation for history and technology in equal measure, he is far savvier to this century than he lets on (Then he wants to let on) so he allowed the jibes and jokes because a young brown haired boy with a crooked grin once told him never to show his whole hand… so Steve let them think of him like they wanted to, he let them think that he doesn't know how to use those 'Smart phones' or even the toaster; playing the fool who can't do anything besides punching the bad guys, simply because he doesn't trust anyone in this century… if Peggy taught him something, it was that he should never, ever, trust spies.

But Steve had to admit, if he loved anything about everyone thinking that he was simple, he loved being able to toy with them, making them underestimate him, and think of him as nothing but the harmless confused man that everyone think he was… from the general public to S.H.I.E.L.D., to Fury, to his own goddammit team… Steve toyed with them and let them think of him as they want, without letting his distrust and true nature show; an advantage that Steve will hold close to his heart no matter what everyone is going to say and try to convince him otherwise. Because by the end of the day, Steve was surrounded by spies and secrets, that seemed to be more important than the lives of good people, which no matter what Fury said, wasn't a good base to start any partnership or trust… So Steve laid low and waited, he waited for when the other shoe will drop because he knows what everyone is trying to hide or sugarcoat this reality for him; he knows that when he outlive his usefulness, he will be out, probably as a lab rat somewhere in an underground base, being a test monkey for the scientists and the government to do with him as they pleased.

Steve blink when he thought he saw someone standing to his right, so he turned only to purse his lips he saw nothing to his right other than the wall. That made Steve let out a huff and turns once again to the training, watching how Natasha was wiping the floor with Clint. Steve couldn't help a small gasp leaving his lips as he nearly jumped from his place when he felt an unnatural coldness that surrounded him and then disappeared in a blink of an eye…

What was that?

Once again, Steve woke up before his phone rang, and once again, he tried in vain to escape his room before he heard the dreaded 'Please, come get me' that would break his sanity even more than it already was. Steve walked around the mansion, trying to block the sound of his phone, hating his super hearing when his phone started to ring when the clock hit the dreaded 3:33 am; everyone was sleeping (Bruce and Thor) or on missions (Natasha and Clint) making Steve relax at not having to keep up his act of the cheerful and dumb blond when he just wanted a moment of calmness to be sad and mourn in peace without having one of his 'Friends' come and chat with him to 'See' how he was doing; something that angered Steve to no end because he knew that in the end, everything he said was going to be aired in front of Fury and any higher-up who wanted to hear.

Steve was tired of that, he was tired of being treated like he was made from glass, he was tired of being thought of as nothing but a pretty blond that was all muscles and no brains (Which if he was honest, it was a fucking dumb stereotyping if Steve saw any) he was tired of people flinching when they saw him walk down the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D. and he was enraged when some people uses his name to shove their thoughts and believe down other people's throats, he was so, so tired… tired of everything...

Steve let out a relieved sigh, when he heard the phone stop ringing, causing his tense muscles to relax a bit; turning around on his way to the library, he stopped to gaze at the portrait that was hanging on the wall… one of many that were featuring the late owner of the mansion the Avengers are in now living peacefully in...

Tony Stark...

The previous owner of SI and the owner of the Avengers' new home; the one who took care of the Avengers even when he was long since left this world to the afterlife. The one person who Steve liked to think of as the person who would have treated him as an equal, without fearing him or plotting against him for thinking outside of the box; a futurist who build a suit of armor in a cage with nothing but a scrap box and metal sheets lying around.

After he was defrosted, and on the second day after demanding and hissing and nearly escaping once more; S.H.I.E.L.D. listened to his demand and gave him files that contained what happened to friends; all of their lives written on pieces of paper. In the small and dark corner of his heart, Steve was angry that the world continues to spin on while he was trapped in his prison of cold and ice. He read every paper his hand fell on, every information about how Peggy, Howard, and the rest of his friends lived their lives with their lovers and children, and later grandchildren; but what made him feel helpless and strangely sad, was Howard's son's death, it made him angry for no understandable reason, made him curse, and wish that he woke up four years earlier so he would be able to save him… thoughts that made Steve unbalanced and confused…

Tony Stark died a hero; that's what everyone knew, and would continue to believe in as they lived their lives. He died in Afghanistan after he managed to escape from the terrorists who held him hostage, freeing with him more than five hundred prisoners from the village they were held in; he died piloting a flying suit of armors, that he made with just a box of scraps and a lot of good luck… a flying suit that defended the village and made the terrorists back off… until he was shoot from the sky by a missile and fell into the desert… the thing that made Steve angry and helpless the most, was that no body was found to this day, even after four years and counting; Steve always tried to take calm and deep breaths when he thinks of that because it brought nothing but painful memories. No body was found, just like Bucky, but this time, the body was lost in the desert with the heat and the sun, not falling down thousands of feet into the coldness of the ice... Steve shook his head, huffing a little, and continued his wandering as he headed to the library. It's no use mourning someone that's long gone, someone who died a hero after living their life to its fullest.

Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes (Both he meet five months ago) were the most affected by Mr. Stark's death no matter what kind of brave faces they don. Steve knew that, he knew that every time their eyes became sad when it fell on one of the many pictures hanging on the walls, the ones that they didn't have the heart to take down, even when it hurt them to look; he knew that from their silence every time Mr. Stark's name was mention, as they would either try to defend his honor or praise his sacrifice. Mr. Stark was a Genius, Billionaire, Playboy (As Colonel Rhodes liked to joke sometimes) philanthropist. And sometimes… sometimes, Steve wished he was able to meet Mr. Stark, he really did; he always imagined that it would be a pleasant meeting, and maybe then Steve will have a piece of home that connected his past with this strange future that never slowed down…

After walking for what felt like hours, Steve froze in his place, looking around in confusion only to find that he got lost which is a little strange as he knew the road to the library like the back of his hand. But on the other hand, the mansion was huge, and from time to time Steve found a strange passage that he was pretty sure wasn't there last week, and he is sure that will disappear tomorrow; an act that greeted his nerves, but never once did he voice it out loud, in the fear of it being one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tests. Usually, it would have been easy to retract his steps in the mansion and find the place you want because Miss Potts marked the areas that the Avengers are not authorized to wander in; even Natasha and Clint listen to the strawberry blond woman… was it because she was scared when she wanted to, or because they respect her for opening the mansion that Mr. Stark gave to her before he passed, Steve doesn't know; but he secretly liked to think that it was the former reason because if someone can scare Natasha Romanov into submission, he was sure it would be Miss Potts. Miss Potts, who started working with S.H.I.E.L.D. after Mr. Stark's passing, because she couldn't handle how Mr. Stan was running the company to the ground, destroying everything his hands touched, and ruining all the hard work that Howard and Tony put in SI…

Steve walked around the place trying to find anything familiar so he will be able to return to his room, only to still be in his place when he found that nothing in this section look remotely familiar. Steve continued to walk, getting deeper and deeper into the mansion; furrowing his brows as he saw strange rooms and hallways that he had never seen before, making him think that he entered one of the forbidden areas marked my Miss Potts; for a second, Steve couldn't help the fearful thought of being lost in here forever in these halls and not finding his way. A silly thought that Steve shook, as he continued on his way, only to let a harsh scowl take over his face when he reached a dead end; something that he would swear up and down wasn't here a few seconds ago. What made apprehension take over his face, was the wood boards nailed to the wall.

"Please…" A familiar whisper was heard, and Steve's eyes widened and the hair on his body stand on its ends as he looked behind him, his heart pounding in his chest when he saw how dark and icy cold the hallway behind him was… it almost looked… Steve shivered as his mind took him to the Valkyrie; making Steve's breath pick up as he shuffled close to the wooden boards, shivering at the icy coldness that seemed to sneak up on him and plant itself in his bones. The only reason Steve wasn't thrust into a full-blown panic attack was how warm he felt once his back hit the boards behind; every time he took a step forward toward the hallway the cold and darkness, seemed to increase, causing him to breathe in harsh gasps as he was assaulted by images of him in the Valkyrie.

Without further thought Steve, instincts of fight or flight took a hold of his body when he saw a white puff of smoke leaving his mouth, the type that happened only when someone found themselves in a very cold place; Steve without thinking, took the first board in front of him and pulled, not wanting to stay any minute longer in this place, as his instincts seek the place he felt warm, which told him it was behind the boards. Steve's hands shook but he regain his hold on the board and pulled, this time it moved easily so Steve continues to pull board after board until he pulled them all; shivering from the coldness as his teeth started to chattered, as white buff of smoke left his mouth, if he looked at his hands, Steve was so sure they would be blue.

"Please…" Another whisper was heard, and the weather around him seemed to take a turn to the worse as the temperature turned into freezing coldness; forcing Steve to whine at the familiar sound that tormented him and the freezing coldness that brought on his own nightmares; stretching his hand toward the darkness after ripping the last board, Steve furrow his brows as he took a slow step forward, letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed how warm he was getting every time he went farther into the passageway he unrevealed by pulling off the wooden boards; reaching a staircase, Steve shivered as he looked down, wondering if he should proceed or return back to where he came from now, that he was calm; his shivering body and the coldness behind him made the choice for him. Down, Steve went with a frown on his face as he saw the dirt and dust and cobwebs everywhere, forcing him to cover his mouth and nose, as his eyes watered; his body, though, was unwinding of its tense knots as warmth start seeping into his bones, after he left the freezing coldness behind.

"Fuck!"

Steve froze in his place as he heard a pained shout coming from the door that was near the base of the stairs, and his heart picked up, wondering if this was his imagination, or if the sound he heard was real... but it was so real... Without giving it much thought, Steve ran down the stairs when he heard a whimper and a sob, all but throwing the dirty glass double doors covered in dirt and who knows what, off their hinges. Steve's body was tense, ready to fight the intruder on the other side, or save the person who found themselves in trouble here. The sight that greeted Steve made him freeze in his place; his body going into shock, as his mind tried to comprehend what he was seeing...

Tony Stark...

Tony Stark, who looked as pale as a ghost, wearing old and ripped gray pajama pants and a black tank top; dark circles under his eyes, and hair in disarray, looking so weak and frail with how thin and small he was. He was sucking on his right thumb that seemed to be injured, but his eyes were wide when they spotted Steve; it was then that everything went downhill, not another second after the other man registers Steve present, he let out a shriek, flinging himself toward the table behind him as he curled like a ball while protecting his head under it.

"Please, don't hurt me! Please, don't hurt me!" Mr. Stark squeaked shaking as his terror-filled eyes took Steve's every move from his hiding place, freezing Steve in his place and causing his eyes to widen at the familiar voice he was hearing. "Please, don't hurt me!" The man whimpered and Steve had to hold in his gasp, the words 'Please, come get me' were ringing in his ears followed by Mr. Stark's plea… Steve realized in horror that both of these words were said by the person standing in front of him, looking at Steve like he was death coming to drag him to hell.

"Hey, sweetheart, it is OK, it is OK! No one is going to hurt you, I promise, no one!" Steve tried to placate the twitchy man, trying to get closer to him, only for the man to curl tightly around himself and whine, causing Steve to look around in confusion as he tried to think of something to snap the man out of the panic attack he was descending to. "It is OK! I came to get you! I promise to come to get you; you remember your phone calls, right?" Steve asked desperately, lowering himself to his knees and raising his hands where the man can see him, hoping to appear none threatening to the terrified man. Looking around the place, Steve couldn't help but notice how run down the place was, dirt, dust, and other junk lettered the place that was once no doubt a pristine workshop if the machines lettering every surface were something to go by; Steve's line of thoughts was cut by the realization that slammed into him, and his body couldn't help tensing that took hold of him… Wasn't Mr. Stark death announced four years ago in the desert of Afghanistan? If he wasn't...

"Huh… you… you!" Tears suddenly clouded Mr. Stark's eyes as he uncurled his body, his lips trembling as he looked at Steve with wide eyes, and a flushed face. "Cap… Captain Rogers?" Mr. Stark asked in a small voice, letting out a sob when Steve nodded his head in confirmation. "Oh, God… oh, God… you heard me… I thought… I thought my calls didn't reach you." Sniffled the man, wiping the tears from his eyes, breaking Steve's heart with every suppressed sob the man held to try and calm himself. "I have been trying to reach you for a year… why didn't you answer the phone?" Mr. Stark whispered, giving Steve an accusing look and causing the man to shift as he tried to compose himself.

"I did! I did answer the phone, every time you called me; every day for the past year, I answered your 3:33 am, calls, even when you never seemed to hear me…" That caused Mr. Stark's face to fall, and he nearly started to cry if it wasn't for Steve crawling toward him slowly. "You are alive…" Steve breathed, his hand raising slowly to touch the man, which got him nothing but a scared look for his offer; but Steve didn't relent, wanting to confirm that the person in front of him was alive and real, and not something his tired mind cooked. When he finally touched Mr. Stark, he couldn't help but shiver at the coldness that made its home in the man's body, causing Steve to take off his sweater and throw it around the smaller man, ignoring the wide eyes and hitched breath the man let out when their hands touched. "They told me you died four years ago… they said that they never managed to find your body even after all this time… how?" Steve couldn't help asking, securing his sweater around the man, and trying to give him as much warmth as he can, looking around the place trying to find a switch to bring electricity to this section.

"I never died… I was alive… all this time, but couldn't leave… they said if I did… they would kill everyone…" Terror filled the smaller man as he pulled at his pajama to show him a monitor on his ankle. "They said if I tried to take it off or mess with it… they would kill all of my friends… that they will kill him... they said they had agents everywhere, so they would know if I contacted someone, or if I tried to run away… I couldn't let them hurt him… couldn't…" Mr. Stark was breathing harshly now, closing his eyes to take deep breaths and calm himself, his words causing fury to take hold of Steve and he had to calm himself before he did something he would regret.

"Who are they?" Steve asked gently, trying to brainstorm and find who was strong enough to turn someone as smart and brave as Mr. Srark into such a shivering mess who kept looking around as if someone was going to appear from air and hit him any moment now. That more than ever caused anger to take hold of Steve, and he vowed to get to the bottom of this, no matter what.

"Hydra…" Tony whispered, as if he was afraid to say the word aloud, and summon evil by doing it; as for Steve… Steve froze in his place as his breath frozen in his chest upon hearing that cursed name. "They said they were Hydra… said they were going to rule the world… that they were everywhere… in every organization… every government… every household… they said they would know if I tried to contact someone, or if my friends knew about me… they said it was either me helping them, or being locked here…" Mr. Stark shivered, clutching Steve's sweater and pulling it around him, taking shaky breaths as his eyes still searched the place, as if someone other than Steve was going to show up and then all hell would break loose; Steve on the other hand was holding in the terror he was feeling, wondering if he was thrust into a nightmare… wondering if his death was in vain…

"But… you called me?" Steve whispered, wondering for a horror-filled second if Tony was going to lose his friends because he tried to make a contact with Steve. "You tried to call me… every day, for a year…" Steve crawled toward the man his breath was matching Mr. Stark, with how fast and panicked it was. "Does S.H.I.E.L.D. know?" Steve couldn't help but ask, only to get a terrifying look for daring to utter that name.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is Hydra!" Mr. Stark cried out, gazing at Steve in terror, his words nearly breaking Steve's sanity as a choked gasp left him. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is Hydra… every one of them… every last one of them… since the seventies… and even before that… I tried to expose them, and they locked me here…" Steve was getting sick; the longer he heard the smaller man, he felt like he was getting sicker and sicker, and that any second now he would throw up on himself; the thought of him working for the organization he desperately tried to destroy… died trying to destroy… made him feel sick. "But you are Captain America! You died trying to destroy them, which meant you would never accept working for them; it meant you can help me… can help me get out of here, to find him… I need to find him!" Mr. Stark pleaded, holding tightly into Steve's arms, causing the man to shiver as he looked at the smaller man's eyes, finding only the truth even if it was mixed with desperation that boarded on insanity…

"Everyone is… Hydra…" Steve mumbled, the weight of what Mr. Stark told him was finally sinking, causing horror to take hold of him. "Who do I need to find? Your friend? Lover? Who? Are Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes in on this? Are they Hydra?!" Steve fired a question after the other, his hands shaking as his world was once again shattering around him, before starting to spin so fast, leaving Steve alone and unbalanced in this strange world once more.

Tony frowned at Steve's words a confused and scared look on his face that made Steve swallow, wondering what the man would do if it turned out that the friends he tried hard to protect turned out to be working together with his jailors. "I… I don't know! I don't know, and I am scared to know! If they are then… then…" Mr. Stark wiped his face and nose with the sleeve of Steve's sweater, and even then, Steve didn't have the heart in him to feel grossed out. "I just want to find him… they took him away from me when they brought me there… they locked him away from me to experiment on him… he is still just a kid!" That made the world come to a screeching halt at those words… a kid… he was still a kid… does that mean Hydra was holding Mr. Stark's son hostage so he can comply? Does colonel Rhodes and Miss Potts know about that? They had never… they had never told anyone that Mr. Stark had a child out there… "…They just locked me here, and shut down everything! J.A.R.V.I.S., Dum-E… my workshop… they shut it down and locked me here until I comply and made them what they want… said that they would now if I used anything in the workshop against them..." Steve couldn't help his jaw from dropping, and when he saw the tears that started falling from Tony's eyes once more… Steve had already made his decision.

"Shh..." Steve shushed the smaller man who was sobbing his heart out gently closing the gap between them and pulling him into a tight hug, Steve's heart broke a little as he felt Mr. Stark flinch and tense in his arms as if he was waiting for a hit. Slowly, so very slowly Tony relax in his hold, he hugged Steve tightly and start sobbing in his chest, and Steve could only shush the man gently rocking him softly. "It's Ok, I will get you out of here," Steve vowed making Tony whine whispering broken words of 'You can't' over and over which broke Steve's heart. "I will! I will get you out of here, and we will find him, and lock Hydra away… this time for good." That made Mr. Stark's breath hitches and for him to lean away to study Steve as if trying to see if he was lying or not.

"You promise?" Mr. Stark pleads in such a small voice that Steve's heart couldn't help but break a little, and he vowed to himself then and there that he will do anything to help this man, and destroy Hydra, even if this was the last thing he would ever do. "You promise you will help me? That you will… you will find him for me?" Tony whispered in such a hopeful tone like he couldn't believe his ears which made Steve smile gently at the man.

"I promise…" Steve confirmed once more with a determined voice gazing into Tony's eyes hoping the man will see his genuineness in his eyes. "We would find him, and destroy Hydra, once and for all…" Steve's words seemed to spark something in the man in his arms, causing him to relax, and for a relieved smile to cross his face.

"Thank you, thank you; thank you!" Tony chanted happily as he all but throw himself at Steve's arms, causing them to fall to the ground, but Steve didn't complain at the tight hug from his companion; his mind already trying to come up with many different plans to help Tony run away from this place, to finding his child, to destroying Hydra…

Suddenly, the lights turned on...

So what do you think?

Finally, a new story! Well, it is not new per se… it was sleeping in my drive for over a year and a half before I decided to rewrite it and post it before I forgot the story for another year and a half.

Another horror story, I am proud to write!

Though, it makes me wonder, why there aren't so many horror stories out there.

But I am happy to be one of the few who write in that genre! ;D

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Nazaki-Sama