Author's Note: hehehehehehehehehehe Hydra. That is all I own nothing.
20. Captive
Piper stirred slightly. Her head was killing her. She groaned and blinked. The light was too bright, way too bright. She blinked again and the room came into focus. It was small, with stone walls and a single blacked out window. She recognized it for what it was with ease, one way glass. She looked around again. The room was bare save for a metal stake in the ground, attached to the stake was a chain that itself was attached to a set of cuffs around her wrists. Her shoulders were stiff from sitting in the same position for who knew how long. She blinked sluggishly. The last thing she remembered was… the coffee shop. The shattering glass, the gas grenade. Harry! She jerked upright, straining at the chains. She couldn't be sure who was watching through the glass but there were ways besides super strength to get out of a situation like this.
Harry blinked at the light above him. He wasn't quite sure what had happened. He remembered being at the coffee shop, but then… something had broken the window.
"Piper!" He sat bolt upright only to be yanked back slightly by a set of cuffs attached to his wrists and linked to a chain behind him on the floor. He struggled for a minute before a door near him opened and a tall man with a monocle over his right eye smiled at him, closing the door behind himself.
"So sorry about the rough treatment Mr. Osborn. My men can be a bit, heavy handed sometimes." Harry stared up at the man.
"Who are you?" The man shook his head.
"My name is of no importance. You however are quite important, to many people." Harry's frown deepened.
"What are you talking about?" The mans smile never wavered.
"The board of directors for your company would pay anything to get you back. They need you while your father is missing, a figurehead for the company. See since SHEILD fell my funding has been running dry. And keeping the Avengers at bay takes money. Though your little friend will provide quite the insurance policy against them." Harry stiffened.
"If you lay a hand on her I swear to god." The man smiled and walked to the door.
"You'll do what Mr. Osborn? You're not in a position to be making any kind of demands." He opened the door and motioned a few men inside. They were carrying camera equipment. The tall man patted another of the men on the shoulder.
"You know what to do, I'm going to go greet our other guest." Harry tried to stand, to try and stop him but he was shoved back to the floor. One of the men who'd brought in the camera equipment stepped on the chains holding Harry to the floor preventing him from rising again.
Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker was having a fantastic day. His plan, so long in the making, was coming along well. He had been looking for a weak link in the Avengers since they had been formed. Three months ago a chink in the armor had appeared in the form of a teenage girl from Queens. Piper Parker-Stark. The adopted daughter of Tony Stark. Once the truth had come out it wasn't hard to dig up the connections and find the paperwork. It had only taken him a month, he'd had to go through back channels and avoid Starks mainframe at all costs lest he be discovered but he'd found the proof. And it was quite convenient for him that she and Harry Osborn were quite close, as he'd been planning the abduction of the heir to Oscorp for a while as well. Originally he'd planned to use the young Osborn as a bargaining chip against his father, to set Oscorp on the right path, Hydra's path. But now with Norman Osborn missing that wasn't really an option.
He straightened his tie slightly as he stepped down the halls of the compound. It was buried deep, both literally and figuratively. He preferred his main base in Sokovia but taking the girl there would have been too big a risk. They were no where near finished with their experiments there though they had found a pair of eager volunteers. Both seemed to possess a recessive X gene. If his scientists could pull that to the surface then they would have powerful weapons in the twins. But right now he had to focus on is current captive. He smiled as he opened the door.
She was much more coherent than the boy, likely more dangerous too. At least if the Avengers had thought to train her at all. Which Stark had stated they didn't but Baron Strucker didn't believe it for a minute. Maybe Stark hadn't taught his daughter any of his tricks but that still left five other Avengers who could have taught her anything. He stepped into the room, a set of bright blue intelligent eyes following his every move. She wasn't struggling against the chains for the moment. Hers were quite a bit shorter than the boys, he was less of a threat. Baron Strucker smiled at her.
Tony Stark was absolutely livid. He could practically feel his blood beginning to boil as he scrolled through the evidence the NYPD had sent over to the tower. The attack had taken place nearly four hours ago, he'd been on a jet heading to Japan for a conference when he'd gotten the call. He'd immediately hopped into his suit and burned out his thrusters making it back to New York in under twenty minutes. But he was still wound like a grandfather clock. Four hours ago his daughter had been taken, every single Avenger was working themselves to the bone looking. Including Steve's new friend Falcon. The door to the lab opened and Natasha strolled in holding a file. She slapped it down on the table in front of Tony.
"Hydra." Was all she said as she pointed to the picture clipped to the outside of the file. It was a slightly blurry photo of the helicopter that had reportedly taken Piper and Harry Osborn after the attack on the coffee shop, their usual coffee shop. Tony went pale and tapped his com unit.
"Avengers, assemble! Get to the tower now!"