Steve woke up in a cold cell, his hands in a kind of handcuff that glowed a light yellow orange color. There was a band of the same material on each ankle. He felt drained and had a bad headache, probably from the sleeping drug in the needles. He strained against the bands, but found them strong.
"Yes," said a sandpapery voice. "Because when detaining Captain America we never thought what would happen if he tried to escape."
Steve looked up. Twelve guards clad in black surrounded his cell.
Steve stood up.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"In a cell," the man replied sardonically.
"Are you Hydra?"
"You think everyone is Hydra."
"Do you have a name? "
"Yes." The conversation ended there as a man entered the room. He had a snake-like face and long coattails.
"Captain, I am Asher Chase," he said in his silky voice. "How are you today?"
Steve cocked his head.
"I was outside this morning, and I do have to say, it is a great day to die."
"Are you planning on dying?" Steve asked.
"I don't think anyone plans on dying, but I am planning on you dying," he said.
"What do you want?" Steve asked.
"For the world to see heroes as I do. Children, irresponsible, messy, using their world as a playground. I want to ruin the idea of a superhero, the image, the reputation. And I will. The thing is I can't destroy yours. You are Captain America, you tend to inspire a certain amount of loyalty. I can't destroy the godlike image people have of you. So you have become just another piece of the puzzle, just like them. This is my playground, you're going to see how it feels to be stepped on."
"You're going to kill me?" Steve asked.
"No, that would ruin me. Someone very special is going to kill you. Come, I'll introduce you."
The door opened and the guards seized him. They pulled a bag over his head and dragged him for a while. For a time they were outside, then a car, outside, then inside again. The bag finally came off and Steve looked around wildly.
It was a small warehouse. Two cells stood against one wall. The rest of the room was empty. The guards threw him into the empty cell, the other one held a girl. It was the girl from the picture, Steve realized.
She sat against the wall of her cell, curled in a small ball, her head dropped forward and her skin shiny with sweat. Her eyes were closed and she hadn't reacted when they had walked in.
The guards left. Asher smiled,
"I'm sure you two will get along quite well."
Then he left.
Steve could see the camera in the corner of the room. He turned his attention to Daisy prepared for a fight, but she didn't acknowledge he was there.
He considered, maybe she was sleeping, but her body was too tense. She looked like she was struggling, not like she wanted a fight.
"Hello?" Steve asked cautiously.
She winced slightly at the sound of his voice. Her eyes opened and she looked at him.
"Are you okay?" he tried again.
"Fine," she said, settling her head on her knees again.
"You are Daisy, right?" He asked.
She looked at him sharply. "How did you know?" She studied him closer. "Captain America, huh. Why are you here?" Then she jumped slightly. "You shouldn't be here."
"What?" he said. "In jail?"
"I just. Did you see anyone on your way here?" she asked.
"No, are there other people?"
"Some former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."
"Any reason I shouldn't see them?"
"No, why are you in jail, anyway?"
"They hacked our facility and shot us with needles. Where were you when you were taken?"
"Old base we were using as a safe house, the story is basically the same."
"Your S.O., he was Hydra?" Steve asked.
"Yeah," Daisy said glumly. "Don't worry, I hate him as much as you do."
They sat in silence for a while.
"Captain America." Daisy glanced over at him. "Can't lie, I'm silently fangirling."
"Oh?" he said.
"Would've been worse if you met one of my friends." Daisy winced as a bug flew across her face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, Mr. Creepy Coat injected me with something and now my senses are way too strong," she said.
"You have powers, right?" he asked.
"How did you know about that?" she asked.
"We've been looking for you," Steve admitted. "Looking for Inhumans."
"Did you find any?" she asked.
"Not besides you. You make earthquakes, right?"
"Yeah, I can manipulate vibrations. I've got a handle on, usually, but right now it feels like I could lose control at any minute." Daisy said.
Steve looked at her, concerned.
"If you lost control, what would happen? Could you bring down the building?"
"I don't really know," Daisy admitted. "I've brought down buildings before. We're not really sure the full potential of what I can do, but people have speculated that I could tear continents apart."