Unfortunately, they didn't necessarily get there as they expected. The quin-jet was shot down, and the two friends could do nothing except brace for the devastating and painful impact that followed; into the middle of absolute nowhere.

When Steve came to, he heard voices. Though, he figured that they must have been in his head, because he heard something about...more strangely, HYDRA?

He blinked open his eyes. The world was blurry for a few moments before his vision could properly focus on the unfamiliar room he was in. There were men dressed in strange suits around him, and he seemed to be sat in some sort of chair. When he looked, he saw restraints around his arms. He wasn't quite surprised to see them attached to his ankles and legs either.

Upon realizing that the man they had dragged back from the devastating Quin-jet crash was conscious, one of the men stepped forward, staring at him somewhat..expectantly.

Steve blinked in confusion. He realized that the other 4 people in the room had turned their attention to him as well.

"Who are you?" He demanded, glaring back at the man who stood in front of him.

"That is not important right now. You shall know, in time," the man replied.

Yep. Definitely sounded like HYDRA. Did he seriously just get kidnapped after a quin-jet crash? Wait-where was Bucky?

Steve glanced around the room rapidly, his eyes were wide in the fear that his friend wasn't here, but he landed on him a short distance away, his metal arm restrained quite well, and the rest of him tied up against a metal rod in the ground. His head was hung low, and he didn't seem to be paying any attention, or wasn't conscious. Steve couldn't tell.

The man in front of him noticed his staring, because he turned back to look toward Bucky and smiled. "Oh, don't worry about your friend. We aren't doing anything to him. In fact, we're here for you. He's just here to watch," he spoke the last word with such menace it frightened Steve. What were they going to do to him?

The strange man then took out a shiny, thin needle from his pocket. He stepped over to a table, located next to where Steve was sat.

And damn, that needle was sharp.

Steve swallowed hard as the man approached him. "What are you doing? What is that?"

"Nothing much. And do not worry, it will only pinch a little. You'll barely feel a thing, Captain Rogers," the man replied.

Steve watched reluctantly as the needle poked at his flesh, and then entered his arm. Instead of feeling the light pinch as he was not really expecting, he felt a sharp pain radiate up his arm, which soon spread to his entire body. He let out an agonized scream as he attempted to free himself of the chair, but even with his own super serum, it proved unsuccessful.

The man pulled the needle from his arm, dark red blood dripping onto the stone floor below. He set the needle off to the side, placing it beside other sharp tools on the table.

"What do you want with me?" Steve growled, but it came out weaker than he expected, and he felt groggy.

The man chuckled and motioned another man, this one taller, over to him. As expected, the man obeyed, and came to stand next to the one that Steve had already encountered.

"You'll know soon enough," the taller man answered, glancing at the shorter man standing next to him with an amused smirk.

"Now be good and do not try to go anywhere. We are watching your every move," the shorter man said with a menacing grin. They turned away and walked out of the room, the 2 other men following. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, before the room went eerily silent.

Steve looked up, and noticed Bucky staring at him now. He could see the pain and regret in his eyes, and could make out a few tears as well.

"Steve-" he croaked, struggling weakly against the restraints. Steve noticed how bruised and cut his friend was. "I'm sorry-"

Steve shook his head. "What are you being sorry for? The quin-jet crash, or us being here? Because none of that is your fault."

Bucky murmured something inaudible and then went quiet. None of them spoke for a while, but Steve noticed his friend studying him, glancing over almost every part of him as if scanning him for any serious injuries to blame himself for.

"Buck, I'm okay," Steve reassured.

Bucky made eye-contact with him, and Steve could almost see the extreme quilt his friend was feeling. It was so evident in his expression. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me, Steve.."

"None of this is your fault," Steve replied with a gentle smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine.."

The door swung back open, and the same short man he had encountered earlier entered. He seemed to have a kind smile, but Steve could see behind that mask.

"Hello, Captain Rogers," the man greeted. He stopped at the table that had all of the tools piled atop it. He picked up a syringe and filled it with a strange, dark blue liquid.

Steve could see Bucky struggling violently in his restraints out of the corner of his eye. He focused back on the man in front of him, blue eyes narrowing. "What is that?"

The man smiled in reply. "It is only to make you stronger, Captain Rogers. It will prepare you for the trials we are going to put you through."

"Trials?!" Steve and Bucky shouted in sync, both men looking at each other, but Bucky had the most fear on his face.

The man shoved the syringe, quite suddenly, into Steve's arm, causing him to yelp in pain. He then injected the fluid, and the screams only increased, until Steve began to convulse quite violently. The man only looked on with a smile.

"STEVE!" Bucky screamed. "PLEASE! STOP! You're hurting him!"

The man chuckled and shook his head. "There is no way to stop. It is only a normal process of the injection."

Steve gasped and finally stopped convulsing. His head was throbbing horribly.

He blinked multiple times, but his world remained fuzzy. Then, he turned his head to look at Bucky, who was looking at him in, probably, in complete fear and worry.

"Steve?"

Then everything went black.