Sweet chuckled, "They're a part of you, a beautiful part through and through.", as he caressed her sides, and so, they shared the food again with Nola French-kissing him once more, with Sweet regaining strength and energy, and after 30 minutes, with feeling his real body trying to get out of the intensely tight ropes and such, it apparently was enough to wake up his tormentors.
"Shit, they're waking up...They're confused and mad...", Sweet replied before widening his eyes, "Crap, they're now whipping my chest, and bringing out a baseball bat to beat my back as I am still stringed up in the air...", as he shouted in pain, and Nola felt his pain more clearly than ever, and to her horror, she can feel death coming slowly.
Nola replied, "Joshua, look at me...I'm going to ride you right here, right now, and while we are in the throes of our passion together, we...", with a sob, "we can marry each other...If you are to die a man, you can die a husband...I want to be a Sweet.", as she is caressing his penis back to full mast again.
"Nola...", Sweet whispered as he groaned again from pain... before it suddenly all stopped. "Joshua... Joshua!", Nola panicked as Sweet had a confused look on his face, "Steve...?".
Nola blinked, "You're hearing Steve?", and Sweet shook his head, "No, but it's almost like he's outside of the factory...And the tormentors are still inflicting pain on my body, but I am like switching between pain and non-pain right now...I don't know if he can reach me in time before they kill me...", with a slight groan of pain.
Nola's eyes watered, "Please, Joshua, don't give in to them...Focus on me...You remember my memories of Milo and Kida's wedding, yes?", as she moved quickly, slamming almost instantly in a gentle yet fast penetration as she came down at full hilt at his hips, crying out in pleasure as it hit her G-spot, causing Sweet to gasp and cry out in pleasure and surprise, and then he narrowed his eyes in determination, seeing what his mate's trying to help and distract and make his final day of his life even more perfect if bittersweet, and he won't let her down.
"Joshua, please...", Nola whispered as they kept going while thinking, praying to the Gods and the great kings of the past that if indeed Steve had found him; that he'd hurry and get to Sweet in time before the HYDRA guards decided to liquidate their prisoners to prevent any escaping.
Sweet took a deep breath as he thrusted up and down as she came down and up riding on his penis, resting his right hand on Nola's heart, "I, Joshua Strongbear Sweet, take Noivalissa Tudru as my wife, to love her with my heart, soul, mind, to listen to her words when she's of need in advice or to ask me when she is looking to accompany me in healer duties with the people, to be by her side when she is sick or in grief, to live with her through days of peace, days of turmoil, and to hold her hand or be close with her when she is giving life to our children, and to be there with her to the end of our days.", speaking clearly and surely.
Nola sobbed as her tears fell, her heart both in joy, love, yet fear and fright, taking her turn as she rested her right hand on Sweet's heart, "I, Noivalissa Tudru, take Joshua Strongbear Sweet as my husband, to love him with my heart, soul, mind, to listen to his words when he's of need in advice or to ask me when he is looking to accompany me in healer duties with the people, to be by his side when he is sick or in grief, to live with him through days of peace, days of turmoil, and to hold his hand or be in his arms when I am childbearing to give life to our children, and to be there with him to the end of our days.", as she spoke clearly and strongly.
Sweet then kissed his crystal as he held it to Nola's belly, declaring, "I, as your husband, swear to be there for our children, to treasure them as mine as much as yours, to love them through and through, for they will be always part of us, from the moment we have created them, to the day in the future where they will be in our arms.", as he kept going into her.
Nola sobbed even louder amongst her cries of pleasure and such as they kept going, and she then spoke clearly, "Love is stronger than time. Time can fleet, but love will not. Time will leave us, but love will never leave us. And my love for you is stronger than my grasp on time...", realizing soon that she will be his wife as soon as they kiss and all after he says the last part like her.
At around the same time, back in the HYDRA facility; Sweet's connection with Nola had really been frustrating and confusing his interrogators to know end. "Anything?", one of the HYDRA officers asked the man running the interrogation.
"Nothing.", the interrogator sighed. "The negro is clearly tougher than the other prisoners. We can't even get a word out of him; he speaks in some language that I've never heard of.".
"He will break.", the officer growled; the Nazis racial ideology ingrained in his head; of how the Aryans were the true superior being, and how men like Sweet were subhuman and inferior to them. "The Red Skull will not be happy about your lack of progress...", he threatened the interrogator.
"I don't know what to tell you; we do all matter of things to him, and he practically shrugs it off. We deprive him of food and yet it's like he's eaten only minutes before. It makes no sense!", the head interrogator replied.
The officer frowned, narrowing his eyes, glancing at the negro who is clearly in pain from what his current interrogators is doing on him, yet his eyes, his entire mind is somehow still of life, stable, and sane.
Unknowing of the anger boiling in the officer, Sweet declared to Nola, "Love is stronger than time. Time can fleet, but love will not. Time will leave us, but love will never leave us. And my love for you is stronger than my grasp on time...".
Their crystals became connected once again, glowing stronger than ever as they held each other tighter, with Nola nearly resting into him as she rode him harder, as he thrusted faster, and they kissed deeply and passionately as husband and wife together with the Heart officiating them as newlyweds in an even bigger flash of their crystals momentarily, within their first and last time of a union as husband and wife as well, as far as they knew in their current situation.
After the kiss, Nola screamed out in pleasure as she came, "I love you, Mr. Sweet, my beloved husband!", and Sweet came not long after that, declaring in a scream-roar, "I love you, Mrs. Sweet, my beloved wife!".
At the same time, in the interrogation, no flash came, but like an echoing thunderous sound nearly indescribable coming from Sweet as if it was like he was giving out a victorious yet final hurrah of his unfathomable will to stay alive.
One of the interrogators shouted, "He's freaking me out!", and the other interrogator replied, "He's acting like a beast! Whip him harder!".
Sweet gasped, "Nola, it hurts...", and Nola held his head, tears falling, kissing his skin, "I'm right here, Joshua...Don't give in, please.", as they held each other, with Nola being filled with his second yet last load of his beloved seed, as they are experiencing the after waves of ecstasy and adrenaline running through them.
The first interrogator replied, "He's breezing it off again!", as the officer was about to speak thoughtfully when one of the Hydra guards crashed into the room, "The prisoners are escaping!", with a panicked look.
The officer glared, "How?", and the guard replied, "I don't know, but they're attacking from inside out, grabbing weapons off our dead people and using tanks and grenades!", and the officer exhaled, "Then let's not give this negro a chance to hope.", annoyance and fear and anger, knowing that the Red Skull will not be happy, and he might as well as be dead once he meets his leader, as he drew out his pistol, calling out, "Lower him down to his knees now!".
The other two interrogators near Sweet's position went to winch the ropes lower and lower, yet still tight on Sweet as he was on his knees, and he looked up, looking nearly worse than hell.
Back in the bed, in Nola's arms, Sweet replied, "They're lowering me down...The one in charge, an officer...He has a pistol...He's going to kill me in the head...", and Nola gasped in horror, sobbing, "No!".
Sweet kissed her on the lips tenderly as he caressed her belly, "I have no regrets, Noivalissa Sweet...I finally know how to feel loved and to love in return, and I will always be your mate and husband in your heart. Do not grieve beyond necessary...You need to be healthy and alive for the sake of our possible child/ren...Can you promise me?".
Nola whispered, "I promise on my soul and healer's code, Joshua Sweet.", looking into his eyes as she traced every piece of his skin as possible as she could. Sweet smiled lovingly and bittersweetly at his wife for the first and last time, taking in her beautiful blue eyes, snow-white hair, and gorgeous dark skin.
Back in the interrogation room, the officer saw Sweet's eyes looking at him with defiance, peace, and hope as the pistol is only a foot away from the middle of his forehead, saying 'I won't give in. I'll be free in heaven. You will be stopped, I know it.'.
The officer pulled back the hammer, ready to fire... but before he pulled the trigger, his whole arm was severed almost near his shoulder as he suddenly screamed out in pain. The interrogator with him turned only to find himself being shot in the stomach by a .45 round. Sweet's eyes widened when he saw his savior in Steve who caught his shield when it returned to him.
"Sweet, thank Christ...", Sweet said as he moved towards him while the two HYDRA men were screaming in pain.
Steve then shot the other two interrogators in the heart quickly as just as they were about to fight back, and Sweet can see in the distance that the guard who was shouting in panic and all was down with the distinct look of a head twist.
Nola replied, "Thank the Kings...", sobbing in relief as they shared another kiss, and she whispered, "Be careful, please...", using her crystal now to heal him, hoping his real body is feeling it.
Steve went to Sweet's position, "Shit, Sweet! Hold on!", using his crystal as well, feeling an almost familiar person within them, seeing the life still lingering in Sweet's thousand-yard look yet not it's not a stare strangely enough, and saw Sweet's most dangerous, life-threatening injuries vanish away, leaving flawless skin.
Sweet reassured his wife, "I will be careful, my beautiful hummingbird...I have more reason to come back after I fight for the end of this war...", as he popped free of her, "I love you, Nola.", knowing that he will, soon after he gets free, and do some shitting danger those Hydra bastards deserve, to realize that he is now married, having a wife.
Nola smiled softly, shocked yet happy to now realize that she is now married, having a husband, "Good to know, my teddy bear. I will wait for you to come home, hopefully with your parents in tow as they would like to perhaps retire in a warmer place. I love you, Joshua...", and Sweet nodded, caressing her cheek and her belly with a very loving and amazed smile before taking a deep breath as his solid and transparent body then vanished, almost like fairy dust, leaving Nola alone in her very mussed bed, knowing that she will have quite the story to tell the others after some rest, now having some idea of how Sia felt when Jacques left for France and the war.
Sweet then took a gasping deep breath as Steve replied, "Sweet, thank god! Are you okay?", as he went to tear the ropes apart from Sweet's wrists and ankles.
"Not sure yet...", Sweet admitted. "It's a little crazy to explain, I'll tell you more if we get out of here, but it was mostly thanks to the Heart and Nola why I might still be alive...", he told him as Steve gave a small nod.
"Alright; you didn't say anything, did you?", Steve quickly asked as Sweet gave a small smirk, "Never got a word out of me...".
Steve replied quietly, "Yet you spoke Atlantean just before...", before laughing as he realized that the bastards never took literally a word out of him as they didn't understand him.
Sweet smirked, "Exactly.", before his arms came free, and he exhaled, rubbing them, seeing that he's still intact with his trousers and socks, glancing over at the pile of clothes, and Steve, seeing the glance, grabbed the rest of the clothes from the table.
Sweet used his crystal to touch the clothes as he put them on, feeling better as his greatly bruised ribs, hips, sprained bones and muscles got healed as his legs came free, and looked at Steve, "Mole?".
"Laying timed grenades in the furnaces and generators while tunneling under the entire factory and such. And my brother, Bucky's leading the prisoners to freedom as they are attacking from the inside out.", Steve grinned, and Sweet nodded, "Right, let's go!", standing up, feeling like he's freshly ready for a fight, yet he knew he's running on adrenaline and such, unknowing that once they got out into the hallway, they are being watched thanks to security cameras from the hallway to the rest of the factory and such, which one Dr. Zola is noticing, within the Red Skull nearby.
Zola was honestly very nervous with the situation; he never suspected any of the Allies to get so close to them from their current position without at least a lot warning like if the Allies were practically already overrunning Germany or something. "Herr Schmidt...", Zola spoke up as he turned to Schmidt, "I think you will want to see this.".
Schmidt aka the Red Skull frowned in curiosity and a bit of annoyance as he came over to see the cameras. He saw the outside cameras showing prisoners overtaking Hydra people, taking dead people's weapons, explosives everywhere as they learned the powerful controls of those weapons, and then saw the rest of the cameras, seeing tanks overtaken by prisoners, shooting at the factory itself inside, destroying planned submarines, planes, and the Lutewaffe control station and its bombs, and then through a few cameras, running and killing and clobbering is two men.
He vaguely realized that the negro was the prisoner the Hydra interrogators has been torturing over the past few days, one Joshua Sweet from the rumors of being on the Icelandic expedition, yet intact and alive, and then the other man, holding a shield and in a unique outfit, even if the cameras are in grays and such, he knew this man as the famous Captain America, and he exhaled, "Erskine did it truly...Dr. Zola, that's Captain America, the only and first American super soldier.".
Dr. Zola asked in horror and worry, "What can we do? He's practically a machine and nearly infallible!", and Schmidt replied, "Hmm, with the prisoners overtaking everything, and I suspect it will be close to the situation that happened back in the forest of France...I suggest we flee, Dr. Zola. After all, we have too much to lose at this time, and those Hydra people are only a minor unfortunate end.".
"Back to our homeland, Herr Schmidt?", Dr. Zola asked as he started to pack up everything of his work, and Schmidt nodded, "Indeed. We will keep an eye on our Allies problem with our spies and such.", before taking up a glass cover of a great keyhole and a button, and Dr. Zola gulped, "Is that...", as he was insistently told that he is forbidden to even touch it until for a great emergency.
"If we take out Erskine's magnum opus... then we can at least say something good came out from the loss of this place.", Schmidt chuckled as Zola gulped. He was praying that one of these days he wasn't going to be expendable to Schmidt as so many others were.
At the same time, Sweet and Steve were moving quick, trying to regroup with the Bucky and the others. Several shots rang out as the duo took cover before Steve fired back. "Colt '11's a good gun, but a simple side arm isn't exactly the best when you got long rifles and submachine guns firing at you.", Steve groaned as he used his shield to deflect a few shots.
"You didn't think to grab a few guns when you came for me?", Sweet chuckled. "If I stopped for even a second, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, would we?", Steve reminded as Sweet chuckled before Steve responded back with a few shots of his own and picked off a HYDRA trooper off a steel balcony.