"Have you found them yet?" Natasha said, pacing her room in the tower.
"No. HYDRA is slippery, you know that. They've established secret bases all around the world, Romanov. They could be anywhere by now." Nick Fury's voice came over the phone. He had decided to take on this case personally, even though he wasn't technically the director anymore.
"Find them. They probably need our help. We need to get to them before they're dead, Fury!"
"I know. I'll get another team to work on it. I'm sure they will get it done."
Nat hung up the phone. She was beyond frustrated with S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA.
When would they get to bring the rest of their team home?
Pain shot through Peter.
It was constant, just enough sound or electricity to make him scream, but not pass out.
It was normal now, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
Tony had passed out a couple times, Peter knew that much.
Steve would bang on the glass every few hours, but he was exhausted and in need of more food and water.
Peter and Wanda barely got any, but their captors knew about Peter's increased metabolism and fed him nutrients through an I.V.
Wanda only got fluids.
Today was different, because their kidnappers were getting frustrated.
Apparently, Tony and Steve wouldn't tell them anything.
So the torture was more frequent than normal.
During one of his sound sessions, Wanda had her break.
Peter felt a tingle in the back of his mind.
Suddenly, an image of quiet and tranquil beaches swallowed his vision. He could barely hear the sound anymore, and he stopped screaming, only occasionally crying out.
'Is this better?' Wanda's voice asked inside his mind. They were telepathically linked.
'Yeah. Thanks.' Peter replied.
'You're welcome.' Suddenly, the faint sound stopped, and Peter relaxed.
The image disappeared, and the room was back around him.
Wanda looked at him, eyes barely tinged with red.
"Are you okay, Peter? Broken?" The psycho asked a little too hopefully.
"No. I'm better than I've ever been." Peter smirked up at him.
The man looked shocked at his newfound attitude.
Tony turned and looked at Peter through the glass.
Hope was in his eyes.
They were getting out of this.
One way or another, they would escape.
Unbroken.