"What is the bloody hold up, why is the bastard not awake yet?"

"We do not know his medical history, Colonel, we could kill him if we give him something wrong."

"Captain Rogers, can you hear me? Wake your bloody arse the hell up!"

Steve groaned as he shifted against cold metal, his body protesting any type of movement. He blinked to focus his eyes while trying to clear his head. "P-peter?" He whispered hoarsely. Where was his son, had they really killed him? Steve tried to move his arms and legs, struggling weakly as he realized he was cuffed to a table. "W-what's going on, wh-where is my son?"

"If you do as we ask we may just answer your questions, pretty boy."

Steve turned his head to the right, blue gaze focusing on the blond man leering at him. "Where is my son?" He asked again hoarsely.

"You like asking shit repeatedly don't you? I'd heard you were a persistent bastard but that's fine, we'll break you of that real soon."

"Col. Moran you're needed in the south wing please."

Steve looked over at the man, a frown curving his lips down. This was the man who had kidnapped them. Steve tried to move his arms again but the cuffs held fast. Glaring back up at Moran's soft chuckle, Steve clenched his jaw against his rage. "What the hell do you want with me and my son?"

"Well Captain, if you really want to know, it was just you that we were after but got the bonus of your oldest son, too. Do you or your smug husband even know what he is capable of?" Sebastian grinned at Steve, his gaze narrowing in thought. "Do either of you know what your sons are capable of, Captain?"

Steve's jaw clenched tight as he refused to answer, he was aware of what his sons abilities were. Both were stronger than normal, healed faster than others, and had developed differently, Johnny's forte actually being fire and Peter...well Peter learned how to climb walls, among other things. Steve, however was not going to let Moran know what he knew. Especially when he had no clue as to where is son was now. So he remained silent, glaring defiantly at Moran who simply stared back.

"You know, it's going to be fun breaking you, you're known as almost indestructible. Kind of like that big mouth husband of yours but we..." Sebastian leaned down close to Steve. "We both know that even the strongest of men have their weakness and yours, Captain Rogers, just so happens to be your family." Sebastian stepped back and turned to a dark curtain behind him. "Say hello to your son."

Steve looked from Sebastian to the curtain, his nerves lighting with anxiety. He waited, hands curled tight as the curtain parted and Peter appeared. He was standing in the middle of the room, confusion clear on his face.

"Peter." Steve felt his eyes start to burn as he looked at the tall, lanky form of his oldest son. "Peter." He called out in a louder voice, letting out a rough breath when ocean blue eyes looked back at him.

"Pop?" He walked over to the large pane of glass separating him from Steve. "Pop, what's going on, you ok, where are we, how did we end up here and where is dad and Johnny?"

Steve let out a watery chuckle at Peter's flood of questions. He glanced over at Sebastian, frowning at the way he was looking at Peter. "Is there a reason you're watching him so closely, Colonel?"

"Just wondering how much pain he can handle. I mean he was just shot and shows no signs of pain or discomfort." Sebastian mused out loud.

Steve stiffened, his anger making his voice come out harsh and low. "If you touch him I swear I'll..."

"You'll do what exactly Captain Rogers? You'll protect your son? You couldn't even keep him from being shot in front of you." Sebastian snarled, moving to stand directly in Steve's line of sight. "You think that you're untouchable, just like that skinny bastard. All of you...you think..." Sebastian muttered absently, his gaze shifting back to Peter. "He reminds me..."

"Of no one, he reminds you of no one you know." Steve rushed out. He looked over at the glass separating him from Peter. He wondered just how safe he was in the room. Would he be able to protect his son if the need arose? Jerking against his restrains, he grinned as the metal began to bend.

"Well well well, they said these wouldn't hold you and that's fine. You're not going to leave your son so I'm not worried about you getting loose." Sebastian stood with his back to Steve, watching Peter with a soft, wistful expression. "Jimmy used to look at the world like that, with so much knowledge and Andy always saw the beauty in everything around him. They were innocent until they met him. He seduced them with his toys and money. Promised them..."

"You are talking far to much, Sebby my dear."

Steve turned in surprise at the soft voice, blinking at the blond woman standing in the doorway. He watched as she slowly entered the room, her hands in view. This was the woman who shot Peter! She was the one who stood over his son...

"It was a tranquilizer, one that should have kept him out for half a day and instead..." She drifted off, studying the blond man watching her with blazing sky blue eyes. "He woke up within an hour. Amazing really, he took one look at us then you and it was chaos. Beautiful chaos, the way he moved, almost killed us really but he seems to be more like you than Stark. Mindful of civilians."

Steve stiffened at the mention of Tony, his gaze moving from the woman to Peter and back. "What do you want with us?"

"Persistent bastard." Sebastian muttered. He glanced at Mary, gave her a nod then turned and left the room. He had someone else to deal with, someone who had taken his heart from him and he planned to make him suffer for it.

"He doesn't truly hate you, you know. If it wasn't for your husband, he'd actually like you."

"I don't give a fuck if he likes me or not. I want to know why in the hell you have kidnapped me and me son." Steve's voice was hard as he forced the bands around his wrist up and off. Sitting up, he reached for the bands around his ankles, pulling them off with ease. "What do you want with us?"

"Well, they said you were different, had heard of what you could do but this..." She looked at Steve in appreciation. "This is so much better." She reached out a hand towards Steve, smiling when he scooted back from her. "Awww, how could I forget, you prefer brunette's don't you? Reminds me of someone else I know, someone very dear to me."

Steve glared at her, his gaze hard as he tried to figure out what game she was trying to play. "You didn't answer my questions."

"Pop, who, ummm, who is that?"

Steve turned towards Peter, a frown curving his lips down. "Don't worry about her, are you ok? Any pain or side effects from..."

Peter grinned at Steve, a tired curve of his lips. "I'm ok, just don't want to be here. It reminds me of Uncle Bruce's lab when it's dark and empty."

Steve sighed, moving towards the glass. "Hey, we'll think of something ok? You know you're dad won't stop looking for us, right? Tony would never..."

"Actually, Captain, he would. The news was delivered to him that his husband and oldest son had been killed in a car crash, bodies burned beyond recognition I think is what the story will be."

Steve felt the blood drain from his face as he kept his eyes on Peter. Tony wouldn't believe them, he would demand to see the bodies, Tony wouldn't give up hope that they were still alive! "You're lying, he wouldn't give up on us, Tony..."

"Is getting ready to bury the bodies of his beloved husband and oldest son. Would you like to see the ceremony? The American military is making him have a public service, being that Captain America belonged to them before Tony Stark."

"You are lying!" Steve turned to face the woman, tears filling his eyes as he thought about his husband and youngest son. "Why? Why are you doing this to my family? What have we done to you?!"

"General Ross will be better equipped to answer those questions for you." She looked at Steve, her gaze moving from Steve to Peter then back. "I suggest you worry about your son, Captain Rogers, he has gathered a rather unusual amount of interest." She gave him a hard look then turned and left the room.

"Pop, what is she talking about? Dad wouldn't think we're dead unless..."

"Unless he had verifiable proof that it was us." Steve stared at the door, pain clenching tight around his heart. Tony wouldn't believe anything else but his own eyes. If they were able to produce his and Peter's bodies then he'd have no other choice but to believe it. If what the woman said could be believed, he and Peter were now on their own.