CHAPTER 9: IN – TERROR – GATION.

AN: I was sorta aiming for disturbing in this chapter, so tell me how I did, and be honest…

PREVIOUSLY:

"You are one badass looking Cyborg"

Said Cyborg cocked an eyebrow at the unexpected compliment before quickly bringing his metal arm upwards to his face to block an incoming bullet.

Block the bullet he did, but he did not in the slightest anticipate the force of the bullet to send him back, slamming him into the armoured vehicle with enough force to cause said vehicle break in two before his impromptu flight was ended by him regaining enough of his mental faculties to halt himself by digging his metal arm into the asphalt and skidding to an immediate stop.

"Please don't kill him yet Nat, I really want to see what this guy is made of"

"… your choice honey, we need to get a move on"

"What about the programmer?"

"Sam's got him, I'll beep you our location once you're done having fun, do remember to bring Steve along as you're coming"

"You're the best, sweetheart"

"Tell me something I don't know"

Shutting the communication device off, Percy shot the unconscious form of Steve Rogers a dirty look before sighing in irritation, "Of all the times to get your ass knocked out, and it wasn't my hand work!"

After a few more second of mourning, Percy straightened up and looked at the rising form of the Cyborg, "Hope you're not one to take offence too quickly, but I'm about to check your threat level and then prove to you exactly how many leagues I am above you. But first of all… you got a name?"

His response?

The Cyborg charged.

NOW:

"You're fast" Percy complimented, slightly impressed as he ducked under a swinging metallic fist. The owner of said fist attempted to Sparta kick him, but was grabbed by his feet and then rewarded for his attempt by being thrown into a nearby vehicle.

To his credit though, the winter soldier didn't stay down and was up on his feet at a speed that left Percy stunned and unable to block or avoid the metal fist that crashed into his face and sent him skidding on the asphalt.

"Owiee!"

A kick slammed into his rib cage at incredible speeds, breaking it and sending him skidding even further.

The winter soldier attempted to throw another punch, but his fist was stopped dead in its track making him widen his eyes for a second before he received a brutal head butt to his jaw area making him crumple to his knees in a slight daze as his jaw was dislocated.

Percy attempted to kick his head, but his foot was stopped dead in its tracks by the Cyborg's metal arm before being punched in the gut by the other arm sending him to his knees. This action was followed up by a revenge head butt on his fore head…

… an action which had the effect of Percy giving the Winter soldier a deadpan stare while the Cyborg clutched his forehead in pain.

Percy performed a back flip, kicking the Cyborg some feet into the air before jumping upwards and delivering a brutal axe kick that sent his adversary crashing back down on the asphalt with enough force to break through and make contact with actual soil.

Percy landed, before rolling out of the way as the ground he once stood on was peppered with gunfire.

Rolling to where Steve lay (the Captain was still out cold), he picked the Captain up with his left hand and in yet another one of his many feats of incredible strength, threw him into a nearby building through a window. His right hand though was not idle and he grabbed the shield, not stopping for a second, he used his momentum to throw the shield at a nearby lamp post.

The shield once again proved its defiance against the laws of Physics and ricocheted off the lamp post, slammed into the face of one gunman, slammed into the side of a car, ricocheted off as well, slammed into the gut of another gunman before returning to Percy's already outstretched arm.

The shield did not stay in his possession for long and was already in motion as soon as it had gotten into his arm, slamming into the winter soldier's throat sending the Cyborg to his knees once more, wheezing for breath.

Before he could pick himself up, a knee made contact with his already injured jaw, splintering his jaw bone and making black spots appear in his vision as he danced in and out of the realm of unconsciousness.

Once again, the Cyborg proved that his will to win this altercation wasn't to be underestimated and punched Percy below the belt.

The result of the cheap shot was the demigod dropping to his knees as well before releasing a high pitched scream as he internally swore that his testicles had switched positions.

Not one to be out done, Percy grabbed a nearby chunk of broken asphalt and smashed it to bits on the side on the winter soldiers head. That seemed to the job and the Cyborg was out like a candle light in the open on a windy night.

Percy took a few minutes to recover from the surprise nut shot before taking a large breath and then getting on his feet.

He glared at the unconscious Cyborg before his ADHD set in and he began to wonder how possible it was for a Cybernetic Organism to be knocked unconscious, 'Aren't they like without a consciousness or something' he thought curiously. Shaking his head to get rid of that train of thought, he fixed the unconscious Cyborg with another scathing glare, a glare that turned into a mischievous smirk as a suitable thought of revenge wormed its way into his messed up head.

The winter soldier would wake up without clothes.

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"You took your sweet time" Natasha stated dryly as she took a sip of coffee from a flask, Percy gave her a look, "Sarcasm is cute on you, but don't play with the pros or you'll just get burnt" he shot back making the red head roll her eyes.

"So, is our 'mysterious' programmer comfortable?" Percy asked lazily as he shrugged off his hoodie.

"If you call being suspended over a tub of muddy, murky water comfortable, then yes, our 'mysterious programmer' is very comfortable" Sam answered dryly.

Percy frowned at the high levels of sarcasm he was detecting from that statement, "Hey! Now you listen here maggot, I'm the sass king around here, there ain't no name nigga whose gonna take that from me. You out – sass me one more time and I'll show you exactly what your insides look like! Got that!" he barked.

Sam, who seemed to be going pale, managed to squeak out a 'yes sir'.

Percy continued glaring at him for a little longer before bursting into rambunctious laughter, "You should have seen your face!" he crowed before falling on his back as his laughter continued.

Natasha and Steve (who was nursing a nasty bruise on his forehead and seemed to have a little difficulty walking) fixed his giggling form with deadpan stares.

"You do realize…" Natasha began, pausing to take a sip of her coffee, "… that that statement of yours was like ninety two percent racist right?" she finished, giving him a deadpan look as she spoke.

Percy suddenly shot up to his feet, "Oh come on! Why does everyone think I'm a racist!" he complained.

"But you are" came the deadpan answers from the other occupants of the room.

"I AM NOT RACIST!"

"Fine then, let's just say that you're… insensitive to the past struggles of different races… or just insensitive to other racial matters".

"I'm insensitive to America's past struggles as well!"

"Fine then! Let's just say that you're insensitive"

"But I'm a caring boyfriend"

"Ugh, Fine! You're insensitive to the things that add no value whatsoever to your life"

"But that's a normal trait!"

"I give up! Don't we have a programmer to interrogate!" Natasha huffed out in irritation.

Percy blinked and stared at her blankly for a few seconds before his lips formed an 'O' in realization, "Oh yeah! Nat, you're coming with me, Steve and Sam, you blokes can watch the fort" he stated seriously in a faux (and terrible) British accent.

"Did he just call me a 'bloke'?" Sam asked slowly.

"Why don't we all go question him at once? Our numbers will intimidate him to speak without us necessarily having to lay a finger on him" Steve reasoned.

Percy gave the Captain a dry look before chuckling darkly, an action which made the others squirm uncomfortably, "Do whatever you want men, just don't throw up at what you see…" he paused and then frowned, "… I might just flay your skin for that" he muttered before skipping toward the direction where the programmer was being held.

Natasha looked at Steve with something akin to pity but the expression was wiped off her face as her emotionless mask came on, "You heard the man, let's go" she said tonelessly before going after Percy.

The soldiers followed.

WITH THE PROGRAMMER

"Goooooood, Evening sir!" Percy chirped happily at the HYDRA programmer as he brought him down from his suspended state and removed his blindfold.

The man said nothing.

Using a few seconds, Percy took a proper look at the man. He was of oriental origin, most likely Japanese if his looks where anything to go by, wearing an immaculate white suit, he had pitch black hair much like Nico that was very messy in appearance, very much like his.

"I'll keep this quick…" Percy began before suddenly pausing.

Judging by the flow of water in his head, his left eye was either a glass eye… or a camera of sorts.

Percy scowled and without warning, he grabbed his face, stuck all five fingers into the left eyes and brutally ripped out the fake eye ball.

The man screamed bloody murder as he struggled against his bonds to get away for his tormentor, before he was silenced by a thunderous slap.

Wiping the blood on his jeans, Percy turned his attention back to the now one eyed man with a happy go – lucky grin. "Sorry 'bout that, can't have anyone listening in on our bro talk eh?" he asked good naturedly.

The man grit his teeth in pain, but maintained his silence.

Percy nodded (as if in agreement), "Okay then! Now, not to be pushy, but I'll only ask a question once. If I ask again… well it won't be pretty 'kay?"

More slience.

"Cool! Now, first question… What programme is HYDRA making?"

"Fuck You"

Percy gave him a deadpan stare, "Well… that was fucking cliché" he stated, before grabbing him by the jaw and squeezing his mouth open.

Using the same hand, he stuck said hand into the man's mouth, fiddling around for a bit, he found what he was looking for and with zero effort yanked out three molars… gums included.

The man screamed into Percy's mouth and then whimpered as Percy's hand withdrew from his mouth.

"I did say that things would get messy…" Percy shrugged as he wiped the blood off on his jeans once more (he would have to wash that off later), "… it get's progressively messier from this point onwards" he finished before grinning once more, "Either way, it's more fun for me either way, am I right, or am I right?" he asked gleefully.

"So, I'll ask again. What. Programme. Is. HYDRA. Making.?" He asked, laying emphasis on each word as he asked.

"Hail HYDRA" the man spat out defiantly.

Percy's brows sunk and the smile disappeared from his face, "Oh… you really shouldn't have said that in my presence" he muttered darkly. He cracked the knuckle of his index finger causing a loud crack to resonate throughout the small, dank room.

"You would've been better off telling me to go fuck myself" he stated blandly before kicking him harshly on the ribs making the man cough up blood as he felt a rib or two break.

"You're Japanese right? Well I'll just assume that you know a thing or two about anime and hence you'll recognize exactly what kind of scenario you're stuck in. But now, the main differences between this scenario and that scenario is that unlike a certain main character you will not be leaving this place with a different hair colour or an unexpected power up neither will the torture process be the same… heck, you'll be lucky to leave here alive, for now though, the questions are on hold… time for me to have some fun".

Steve had a confused look on his face, Sam rolled his eyes and Natasha just face palmed.

Opening a briefcase (the others had no idea where that came from) and pulled out a scalpel. A small grin wormed its way to his face and his sea green eyes glowed in absolute delight at what was to come.

Natasha couldn't help but note how evil he looked with his faintly glowing eyes and the scar that ran across his eye.

Twirling the scalpel in his right palm, Percy hummed a merry tune as he grabbed his captive's trousers and in two quick slashes of his scalpel removed them from his lower regions. He pulled down his inner wears as well before pausing and then grimacing in disgust.

"Jesus Christ! Do you wash your balls at all or does your woman have a fetish for sucking smelly balls?" Percy asked as he made gagging noises. "You know what? Never mind… not like you'll have it for much longer" he said the last part with a chuckle before going to work.

Grabbing the penis in front of him, he twirled the scalpel a bit more before looking up at his captive, "I'm not giving you head if that's what you think" he stated/

… before slicing the tip off.

The man screamed in pure agony and Steve flinched before opening his mouth in an attempt to stop Percy only to be held back by Sam. He shot the Falcon a glare but only received a firm stare in return and that was enough to make the Captain back down.

Another slice took off the entire head, and the pitch of his screaming increased.

Another slice and the middle was gone.

More screaming…

Natasha took a sip of her coffee.

Another slice, and the whole thing was gone.

"I'LL TALK! I'LL TALK!" the Japanese man screamed in desperation for the pain to stop before his screaming was reduced to pathetic whimpers.

Percy cackle in insane glee, "I believe you man! I really believe you!" he shouted in between bouts of rambunctious laughter before his face suddenly became serious. "Now then, I'll start again. You got a name?" he asked.

"Ay.. Ayato" he managed to say between whimpers.

Percy nodded and went back to the briefcase where he returned the scalpel… and then retrieved a hand held nut cracker, "How old are you?" he asked nonchalantly ask he tested the nut crackers crushing power with his fingers.

"Thirty nine" came the answer.

Walking back to the chained man, Percy squatted down to his waist level once more, "You should've answered my first question when I asked" Percy stated with a sneer before erupting in a giggling fit once more.

He grabbed one of the now identified Ayato's testicles and placed it in the nut cracker…

"I'll talk please! I'll fucking talk! Don't do this man!" Ayato pleaded fervently.

Percy continued giggling, "And like I said, I believe you man"

Percy squeezed…

… The testicle popped like a balloon.

Ayato screamed once more.

"Now then…" Percy took a breather from his laughter, "… what programme is HYDRA developing, and for what purpose?" he asked once more in a calm and collected manner.

"I… It's… It's…"

Percy glared at him, "I'm sorry, did I stutter when I asked you this question?" he asked coldly.

Ayato shook his head violently.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to correct that" Percy stated in the same icy tone.

… he then burst into another fit of giggles, "Sorry…" he kept giggling, "I just can't pull off an ice queen look for long…" more giggling, "At least not in a situation like this" he finished mirthfully…

… before promptly crushing the second testicle in the same manner as the first.

Ayato's vocal chords were too sore (it was more likely that they had ruptured a little due to the intensity of his screaming) to keep screaming so instead he settled for another whimper.

"Now dearie, answer the question and don't fucking stutter or I'll mess you up some more"

"It's an algorithm, Vola's algorithm. It…"

"I already know what Vola's algorithm does, Ayato" Percy practically sang making the Japanese man freeze up in shock.

"But… if you know what it does, then why interrogate me?" Ayato managed to wheeze out.

All traces of amusement vanished from Percy's face at the question, "Because… I was bored… and you seem to be a good source of amusement" he answered flatly.

Steve finally decided to speak up, "Alright, that's enough Percy we already have what we need!"

"'Had' what we need" Natasha corrected.

Percy gave Steve a dry look, "Well aren't you a Debbie Downer?" Percy remarked before rolling his eyes.

"You guys can step out now… I still have some info to squeeze out of this poor mother fucker" Percy finished in a tone that left no room for argument or protest.

Steve attempted to argue but a glare from Natasha and a pointed look from Sam kept him quiet.

With a regretful sigh, the Captain walked out of the room with Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff in tow.

Percy looked at Ayato straight in the eyes and the Japanese screamed in pain as he felt his mind being invaded by an oppressive presence.

The pain was over as soon as it had begun and Percy broke off eye contact with the physically, and now psychological damaged man.

Percy returned the nut cracker, and brought out a crowbar.

"I'm going to pull a Joker now…"

The crowbar came down on Ayato's skull.

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Percy stepped out of the room, whistling the mission impossible theme song as he did walked with a bounce in his step.

"Sounds like you had fun" Sam stated off handedly.

Percy grinned at him, "I sure did buddy!" he chirped back.

"I'm your buddy now?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"Sure! Why not?"

"Was all that really necessary?" Steve asked with a scowl, "You could've just read his mind and that would have been the end of it!" he growled.

Percy gave him a deadpan stare, "Steve… I was bored" came the dry response.

The Captain opened his mouth before promptly shutting as he realized that he had no argument against that… considering the kind of person Percy was anyways.

Natasha discarded her empty cup of coffee and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist and buried her face into his chest.

"After seeing you back there…" she took a whiff of his scent, "… I'm incredibly horny" she finished as she rubbed her legs together for friction.

Percy internally fist pumped but outwardly smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.

"We'll leave in a few minutes" Percy stated.

"A few minutes? Why not now?" Sam asked with a raised brow.

"I contacted someone to come clean up the mess in the other room, she should be here soon" Percy clarified.

Just as he finished, a teenage girl with low cut hair and a gloomy, 'I don't give a fuck what you think' look on her face walked into the room.

"Sup" she stated nonchalantly.

"And who would you be" Sam asked cautiously.

The girl gave him a look so dry, it put Natasha's to shame, "I'm a living, breathing, human warhead" she answered.

Everyone (except Percy) blinked at that.

"Hey TW, so glad you could make it!" Percy greeted enthusiastically.

The emo girl smiled shyly at his direction (an action Natasha noticed and frowned at), "I couldn't say no even if I wanted to" she muttered, unable to meet his eyes.

"Aww shucks, don't I feel loved. Well you know what to do, we have other things to handle. Oh and I kinda made a mess, so just blow this place to kingdom come when you're done, okay?"

She nodded before noticing Percy's close proximity to a certain red head and gave an unimpressed frown, "You guys better get going" she mumbled before walking into the other room.

"Mutant?" Steve asked curiously.

"Not exactly" Percy replied before he lifted Natasha off her feet and carried her out of the building.

The remaining two followed.

AN: This chapter is dedicated to my beta, sonofcreation… well it's more of a bribe than anything else, mostly because I did not send it to him for proof reading.

Yep this has not been looked through at all.

Oh and you guys owe me (I'm kidding, you don't), I'm stealing my mom's WiFi to post this.

Leave a constructive review please, or if you want to flame, point out what needs fixing (through a PM if you want to keep your asshole façade up)

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