When Steve finally came to, his whole body felt like it was on fire. He also took notice that he was in a different room by the smaller size and the different, brick-like texture of the walls. Though, he was a few feet off the ground, so he assumed he was on some sort of a bed, or a table.

"Steve?"

He blinked repeatedly to get the world into focus. His head turned toward the voice, and he spotted Bucky, having been moved, chained against the wall just like he was before. Steve noticed the look of concern on his face. There was also some resignation as well, as if he accepted he was unable to escape the bindings.

"Hey Buck," Steve croaked. He just now noticed how horrible his voice sounded. It couldn't have been out for too long. Perhaps it was just what was injected straight into his bloodstream.

Those affects seemed to have worn off, slowly. But he was reluctant to know what exactly that substance was.

The man attempted to get up, but found himself, unsurprisingly, strapped down to the table. There was a large machine hanging above him. He noticed that this must have been some sort of cell as well, based on the cell door in front of them. Steve could barely see it from where he laid.

"Wha' happened..?" He muttered.

He heard Bucky sigh, and heard the clinking of the chains as he shifted. "You passed out..after that man injected you with...whatever, you- you started seizing. It scared the living hell out of me."

Steve had lifted his head slightly, but allowed it to fall back onto the rough surface of the table. "Sorry.." he murmured.

"Wasn't your fault."

Steve laughed. A miserable, tormented laugh. "That sounds familiar."

Bucky remained quiet, and soon after he found out why.

The door swung open, and then locked shut again with a loud click. Steve barely had to look to see that it was the man from earlier. Surprisingly, he saw him walking over to loosen, but not take off, Bucky's chains, which confused both of them.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Oh, just making it easier for you to free yourself. Trust me, you can not escape this cell. It's made out of vibranium."

Bucky and Steve stared at each other in surprise.

Where did they get their hands on that?

He then shifted his attention over to Steve. He strode over smoothly and took a few tools from a similar table that Steve had seen before.

Rogers felt another prick in the arm, and then the man loosened his straps as well. It made it easier to move and, surprisingly, escape. But from the man's earlier explanation, it was nothing to get excited about, except for that he would be able to walk around at least a little bit of space.

"Enjoy your stay. Because trust me, you will be here for a while," the man exited the cell, locking door once again before he disappeared.

Bucky instantly threw the chains off and rushed over to Steve, clearly not badly injured.

"Steve!"

The straps were thrown off him, and Bucky enveloped him in a tight embrace, gently helping him off of the table.

Steve groaned. He felt woozy all of a sudden, and everything suddenly began to spin. He noticed the sudden weak feeling take over his legs and he collapsed into Bucky's arms, breathing rate suddenly increasing dramatically.

Bucky instantly eased both of them to the ground, taking most of Steve's body into his lap. The cold floor was uncomfortable, but it'd have to do. Better than that damned table.

"The hell did they do to you…" He murmured, cupping Steve's pale face for a second before resting his hand on his arm, squeezing.

Steve blinked groggily and looked up at Bucky. "'m feelin weird.."

"You'll be okay…" He reassured him, but mostly, he was reassuring himself. This is definitely not where Steve was going to die. He would live a full and happy life and die from old age. Not from being tortured and injected with random substances.

Steve shuddered in his arms, breathing finally beginning to slow, but he felt, god, so utterly exhausted. And Bucky could easily tell when Steve had absolutely nothing left in him to give, and this was that time.

Bucky swallowed roughly. He stared at Steve's face. His skin had paled dramatically, and he had his eyes closed as he struggled to even out his breathing.

Steve suddenly blinked open his eyes. He made eye-contact with Bucky, and obviously seemed to know what he was thinking. "I'll be fine, Buck...don't worry," His voice was weak, but a ghostly-shadow of a grin appeared on his face. Bucky didn't seem reassured by that. He, himself, was sure that Steve was unaware of the danger that he was in. Although he didn't know what the substance was, he's sure it was anything but good.

Steve groaned in pain. His eyes shut again as he drew in sharp, painful breaths. He could feel the pain start to radiate through his body, and it was getting worse.

His head lolled to the side, which frightened Bucky, who quickly slipped his flesh hand under Steve's head. It was quite obvious that Steve had succumbed to unconsciousness again, as his breathing seemed to have leveled off, thankfully.

Bucky put a finger to Steve's neck. His pulse was sluggish, but he knew that Steve would be alright, at least for right now.

But he also didn't know how much more Steve could take.