I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, I was out of town without internet all week. I had intended to post this chapter before I left, but didn't get the chance to edit it.

I hope it was worth the wait!

Betaed by Mepen00

Day 1

Tony - The Cell

Tony was beginning to get worried. Where was Steve? What were they doing to him? He had been gone for over an hour. Stark began drumming his fingers on his leg. He needed something to do. Sitting and doing nothing was not his style.

He couldn't help but think how this was all his fault. Project P was too important to hand over. He hated it. Hated it with every fibre of his being. Hated Hydra. Hated the Project. Hated himself.

His mind slipped back to when he had started the project. It had been after a long mission with several innocent lives lost. It had been hard on everyone and everyone had their own way of coping- inventing was simply his.

"Sir, Sir," JARVIS tried to get the inventor's attention.

Tony sighed, not looking up from his work. "What JARVIS?"

"Do you really believe that embarking on such a project it wise?" The AI sounded genuinely concerned for his creator.

"Don't worry about it J. It will be fine." It would be, right? No one would know about it. Just him and JARVIS. It would all work out.

"But Sir, if this project got out..."

The billionaire snapped at the AI, "It won't."

It was a stupid project, started when he had too much time on his hands. Kind of like now. Except now, he had no lab to run away to. He had nothing. And boredom was something he did not handle well. It gave him time to think. Think about things that were better left forgotten. Like how he had managed to get kidnapped again. Like how he had watched as Captain

America was tortured simply because he was stupid enough to think that no one would ever find out about a project he had no business working on.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, pulling the prisoner out of his own mind. The door opened and a guard dragged someone in, dropped him in the corner, and exited the cell. The man, now on the floor, was, of course, Captain America.

Tony approached him quickly, unnerved by how still the soldier was. When he reached the unmoving figure, he was relieved to see the steady rise and fall of his chest. However, he was concerned at the number of bruises littering the man's body. He dropped to his knees beside the soldier, noticing the blood leaking out of the back of his head. It wasn't a lot, but a bleeding head was never a good thing.

He carefully reached forward to touch him, but Steve's eyes snapped open and he immediately grabbed Tony's wrist, violently twisting it.
The inventor let out a gasp at the sudden pain in his wrist. "Cap?" Something odd was in Steve's his eyes, something that looked remarkably like fear.

Then his eyes seemed to almost clear and he jerked his hand back, "Tony?"

"Yeah, it's me," he replied rubbing his now-aching wrist. Steve looked at his friend and his eyes took on a guilty look.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I... thought you were someone else." There was momentary silence. "Did I break it?"

The Captain's voice sounded unusually quiet, and even if the pure terror was gone, there was still a hint of fear and sadness.

"No, you just twisted it. It will be fine." It wasn't a complete lie. It wasn't broken, but it was probably sprained. But that wasn't something Steve needed to be worrying about.

Cap tried to sit up, but after a sharp intake of breath lightly laid himself down on the floor again. Tony knew something was wrong. He could hear the man gasp for air.

"Steve, what's wrong. What happened?"

"'M fine," Cap whispered back.

"No, you're not. What happened?"

Tony insisted, starting to panic. This was all his fault. They had done something to his friend and it was all his fault.

The Captain just shook his head. "Rea-really. It will be fine. I, he-eal fast. It, it will be fine." Steve mumbled, eyes sliding shut.

"What will heal?" there was no answer. "Steve, wake up, what will heal?" He lightly slapped the man's face. "Come on!" he groaned, trying to wake up the Soldier. There was still no answer.

If it hadn't been for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Tony would have been scared. Who was he kidding? He was scared!

On the bright side, since the Super Soldier wasn't responding to touch, Tony could check on his friend's injuries. He carefully pulled up Steve's shirt, noting that the man seemed to flinch at the slight pressure. But the inventor wasn't prepared for what was under his shirt. Dark purple bruises covered the other man's chest. It was sickening. What was worse were the unhealthy dips in places.
As carefully as he could, he touched one of the dips. Steve let out a cry and tried to sit up, but the pain caused him to fall on his back.

"Cap, I may not be a doctor, but that's not normal, most certainly not normal!" Tony pointed at Steve's exposed chest.

The Soldier groaned in response. "It's fine, ju-just a few broken ribs. They'll heal."

"That's not a normal break. That's a full-on dip in your chest!" He shouted.

"It's fine really," Steve gasped.
Tony rubbed his face. "How'd they do that anyway?"

"Metal rods," he grimaced.

The inventor paused awkwardly. "What did they say?"

Steve looked at Stark suspiciously, the fear leaking back into his eyes.

"It, it doesn't really matter," came the almost inaudible answer, a haunted look taking control of the Captain's face.

More silence, "You can't give it to them Tony." The words came suddenly, surprising the inventor.

"Steve," Tony started, but the soldier cut him off.

"No, you can't. I don't know what it is, but you can't let them have it. That much is obvious." He hissed as his face contorted in pain.
Before the genius could respond, the door swung open and a guard came in, pointing a gun at Cap. The man motioned with the gun for Steve to move back against the wall. Tony went to protest, but Steve shot him a look. While normally Tony wouldn't have thought twice about disobeying an order, the unrecognizable look in Cap's eye caused him to obey. Slowly, and with great pain, Steve made it to the wall.

Exhausted from his short trek, Steve closed his eyes, leaning his head on the wall. That was when the man stepped in and grabbed Tony, clapping those same metal cuffs on him. Then he was pulled away, noticing with concern that Cap hadn't even seemed to notice.

~A~

The White Room

Rubrum was waiting for Tony as soon as the guard shoved the inventor into the room. Stark glared at the man as a guard unlocked the restricting metal around his wrists.

"Please, Mr Stark, have a seat." The man smiled, motioning to a chair in the centre of the room. Tony considered rebelling, but one look at the armed guard caused him to decide otherwise. Slowly, he walked over and sat in the chair and crossed his arms. He took a quick glance around the room and noticed how eerily white the walls were. They were completely spotless. Even the floor seemed to have the inability to get dirty. Tony didn't want to think about what was going to happen. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was going to be bad.

"So, are you going to 'have some fun'?" Stark asked, using air quotes, "or are we just going to sit and stare at each other?" Tony was boiling with anger. After seeing only half of Cap's injuries he didn't know if even a super soldier could survive much more of that kind of treatment, much less an ordinary man.

The smirk on Mori's face made his skin crawl. He clapped two times and a guard came in with a covered tray. Stark could feel his heart begin to palpitate. He had no idea what was going to happen, but if what happened to Steve was any indicator...

The German took the tray in his hands and walked over to Tony. He hit a button on the side of the chair with one hand, while balancing the tray on the other. The inventor couldn't help but flinch. A board was brought up and formed a table over Stark's lap,

"No fun, just food," He laid the tray on the table and pulled off the covering.

On the tray sat a sandwich and a small cup of water. Tony stared at it suspiciously. Surely they weren't just giving them food, "What's the catch?" He eyed the man carefully.

"There's no catch,I assure you. Eat the food," Rubrem said forcefully.

"And what if I don't want to," Tony couldn't deny that he was hungry, but there had to be something he was missing.

Mori's smile dropped. "Then we will force feed you."

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't risk that. If nothing else, he wanted to keep his dignity. Sighing, Tony ate the bland sandwich and waited to be taken back to his cell.

So, yeah, more of a filler chapter, but necessary none the less. I'm really looking forward to the next chapter *smiles evilly*. I have some "plans" for Steve. Like I said, it gets a whole lot worse before it gets better.

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