Wow, please, please forgive me. I promise I didn't mean to let this wait so long.

It's not a good excuse I know, but in the past few years I have been not doing great and I ignored it, and finally it hit me like a ton of bricks and writing was so hard for me to do; I would look at my writing and think it was horrible and everyone hated it, so I stopped for a while.

I am sorry about that. I hope you like where this goes and please, have pity on me if I update slowly, I will write as often as I can. *hug!*

As Rumlow sat in the clear prison that was once built for the Hulk, he wondered how the hell he was supposed to piss with all the cameras eyeing him. His above averaged strength would do nothing against this Hulk proof cell, and he wouldn't give Stark or any of the other Avengers the satisfaction of him pounding futility against his prison.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Rumlow rubbed his knuckles lightly against his clothed chest, wincing slightly at the still tender injury. He was healing faster than a normal human but it still hurt like hell. Brock bit his bottom lip to the point of bleeding when he thought of how close he was at getting back his solider. Hydra would rise again with the Asset's abilities and naturally he wanted his possession back. When Hydra had given him Barnes, it was just an assignment-be his handler. Brock was given permission to invent trigger words and fresh punishment for the Asset and he took that up without hesitation.

But it was not like what he had expected. Being responsible and protective over his assignment was more than his mission now-it was his duty. Barnes was his. And no one was going to take him away.

The concrete door slide open in front of him, quickly revealing a dark haired man wearing an AC/DC shirt and ripped black jeans. Ugh…Tony Stark. Rumlow refused to raise his head up to acknowledge the other man. He may be at their mercy but he would not be their puppet.

"That looks painful." Tony announced cheerfully as he jerked his head towards Rumlow's heavily bandaged chest that was still visible despite the gray baggy shirt that he was wearing.

"I've had worse." Rumlow drily replied, thinking of when a certain building had landed on him.

"I bet." Tony sounded more like he was discussing the weather with a friend that a mass murder. Pulling up a metal seat, Tony sat cross legged in front of the clear cell, a smirk on his lips. "So Cap's a little pissed after you took his BFF, so I figured I'd have a talk with you first, you know before you get questioned about your little buddies..."

"I will only talk to the Asset." Rumlow responded.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, that's not going to happen."

"Why?" Rumlow's monotone voice was clearly disinterested. He scooted up on his bed to lay down, his hands resting behind his head as he closed his eyes.

"Well, you tortured him for decades and then you've been trying to kill us for months, so," Tony let the word draw out for a moment before replying, "Yeah, Steve would much rather kill you than let that happen. Also," Here Tony leaned closer, a glint in his eyes that look a bit like a mad scientist. "Consider me curious how a man like you should be able to survive after what you've done."

Rumlow stayed in his position as he answered. "And you? Hiring a child to fight your battels for you while you tried to hide behind those Accords?" Those useless Accords were all over the news; it was pathetically insulting how close the world came to signing the documents. Rumlow wouldn't have given a damn if it wasn't for the fact that Stark was the face person for the Accords until they were vetoed. God, he hated that man…everything he stood for made him sick.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Stark visibly flinched before quickly covering up his act, no doubt not expecting such a heated response.

"The Accords if done correctly could have helped the world." Stark replied with a slight edge to his voice. It almost brought a grin to Brcok's face with how easy this man was to rattle. "The only reason it didn't pass was because of King T'Challa's insistences that heroes did more good than harm…"

"But you still feel the need to keep people in check." Rumlow concluded, watching Stark's eyes narrow. This time he let his smile show; messing up with Stark's head would be the most fun he had in months. "Funny, you sound like you're one of Hydra's leaders."

"I'm not Hydra." Tony snarled back. The revulsion dripping from his words, al Tony ever wanted to do was help people. Helping his family and friends were all that mattered to him- and this man compared him to Hydra? How-

"You're right. You're worse." Rumlow hissed dangerously, snapping Tony out of his thoughts. "At least we take pride in our work. We will save the world with our mission. But you? You hide behind your money and Accords. You can give up your little 'power" by giving them your suits but you expect a boy like Parker, who is his power, to be owned by the government?" Rumlow scoffed in disgust before plopping back on his bed. "It's pathetic how hard you try to act like a hero when you are the worst monster I have ever faced."

Tony opened his mouth to no doubt make up a snappy reply when Rumlow interrupted him terely. "I will only talk to Barnes. Accept it or torture me but I will not talk to anyone else."

Tony's scowl was enough of a reward for Rumlow as he turned on the bed, his back facing Stark. "This was fun, we should try this again sometime. I'll send you a bar of soap in the meantime." Tony retorted, the sound of metal scraping against metal proved that he was returning the chair before the doors opened, leaving Brock alone again.

Brock wondered just how soon he would get the answer for speaking with Barnes…

MARVELMARVELMARVEL

"Over my dead body."

"Captain…"

"No way."

Steve Rogers was glaring at Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross with a rage that almost had the other man take a step back.

Almost.

Thankfully for Ross, he was speaking with the Captain from the video screen elsewhere, which was most likely the only thing saving him from getting his face pounded in by both Tony, Sam, and Steve in the conference room. "Captain, it is not up to me." Ross drawled sternly. "If it was, we would have both Rumlow and Barnes in my custody." At Steve's snarl of anger, Ross pushed on. "But the government agrees that Barnes is not valuable enough to force him to not speak with Rumlow. Short of torture-"

"I say torture." Steve announced defiantly.

"-we are allowing Barnes to talk with Rumlow to get information on the rest of Hydra. Alone, so no Rogers, you can't be there with him." Ross continued, a sick sort of satisfaction in his tone as he watched Steve's horrified look. "If he doesn't cooperate, we will take him-but since he is, we are leaving him there with Stark."

"So that Tony looks like the bad guy if Rumlow escapes?" Sam questioned knowingly.

Ross flicked off the screen and left the three men alone. Steve swore under his breath and turned around, his back facing the other two. Let Bucky, his brother his friend, talk to his abuser? Never.

"Steve…" Tony started.

"He's still unconscious." Steve growled, barely hiding the crack in his voice. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ignore the image of his Bucky lying pale against the white sheets as Dr. Cho carefully started stitching him up. "From what Rumlow did to him. His arm is gone, his is in pain, I wasn't there to help him, and now they want him to just talk to Rumlow because Brock asked him to? Since when did terrorists become more important than their victims?"

"I agree with Steve." Sam stayed his ground, crossing his muscular arms across his chest as he stared down Tony who raised up his hands.

"Hey I'm not saying you guys are wrong." Tony answered. "But Hydra won't stop at trying to get Bucky."

"I won't let them." Steve's hands clenched together, his nails digging into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. "He doesn't deserve this. Buck deserves better."

"Yes, he does." Tony agreed honestly. "But since the Accords didn't go to plan, the government is still looking at us as vigilantes. If we do this, not only will we be put into their good books, but we can keep Bucky safe from Hydra forever." Tony hated this, hated having to work for someone like Ross and let Rumlow have his way. But Tony knew when they were left with no option.

Steve opened his mouth to angrily reply when he felt Sam's hand on his shoulder. "We can just let him talk once-just once Steve-and if Rumlow won't answer, we drop him to Ross and Bucky never has to talk to him again."

Steve stared at Sam with sad blue eyes, desperately trying to think of another way. He could take Buck and run. Tony could blame Steve and then the Avengers would be safe from punishment. He and Bucky could hide wherever, somewhere that would let Bucky have proper time to heal, to be safe-

But if there was more of Hydra…then how could Bucky ever have a shot of being truly safe?

Steve hung his head in acceptance, more willing to take a beating from all of Hydra's agents then do what had to be done. "Can we give him some time to heal first?" Steve pleaded. "Please don't make him deal with this now."

"Not now." Tony vowed. "I will do whatever I have to do to get Ross to agree, but give Bucky all the time he needs. Bruce and I are working as fast as we can on his new arm with that new vibranium that T'Challa is giving us."

"And we will make sure that you are always watching their talks from another room." Sam put in, leaving Tony with no option but to make sure that Ross agreed to that too. Not that Tony minded-anything he could do to piss off Ross was an added bonus to his day.

Steve nodded sadly.

And he felt like the worst villain he had ever faced.