Not A Bad Thing || Captain America/Steve Rogers [COMPLETED/BEING EDITED]

Chapter 37: Rage

A memory of a conversation during the helicarrier attack from the early days of the Avengers Initiative surfaced. She saved me from a shower of bullets, so in turn I told her that I was glad that she was there to watch my six. It almost made me smile, if it wasn't for the anger I associated with her at the moment.

"You don't understand. She saw me get hurt once. I had to watch her nearly die from not one, but two attempts he made to take her life!" I shouted. I took a few seconds to calm myself down before resuming, "I won't wait around and see it for a third time."

Sam nodded in understanding. "I just think that if you told her that, then she'd understand more."

My phone began to ring and I reached over to grab it from the nightstand. It was Tony, and I hoped it was an update to tell me that they were back in Washington D.C.

"Steve. She's gone. She's gone," Tony stammered.

My head shot up to make eye contact with Sam, and he looked at me in confusion.

I put Tony on speaker and asked, "Where is she? Did she go alone to find Bucky?"

"No, this is worse," he cried. "She dragged me to go find him and we ended up in this alley. I was trying to convince her to turn around and go home, then a bunch of people showed up. It was Hydra."

"Hydra?" Sam shouted.

"Yes, Hydra. I tried to suit up but one attacked me from behind. I was out cold. When I woke up, there were four bodies on the floor. Not one of them was her."

With every word he uttered, my worry grew. I didn't like what he was implying and I prayed that he wouldn't say what I was thinking.

It took me a moment before I whispered, "What are you trying to say?"

"They took her, Steve. Hydra took her."

In that moment, everything went red.

I threw myself in a blind rage that consisted of me flipping over the lone table in the room, punching a deep hole in the wall that reached the other room, and throwing a chair against the wall.

Sam tried his best to control me, but I accidentally pushed him off too forcefully and sent him flying through the wall. Unfortunately for the both of us, that room was occupied by a young couple. The hole already alarmed them, but the man in their room made them scream and run out, which in turn snapped me back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I said, running through the huge hole in the wall and grabbing Sam.

He groaned as I pulled him back onto his feet. There was chalky drywall dust all over his face and clothes that nearly matched the shade of grey his shirt was.

As my anger died down, I began to take in the damage I made to the room. It was relatively small to what I could have done, but I still felt bad nonetheless.

I apologized to the young couple and advised them to ask for a room transfer.

"I thought you wouldn't hurt your friend. I guess I was wrong," Sam wheezed as I sat him down on the one chair I didn't break.

"We have to find her," I croaked out, my throat burning from holding in my tears.

Knowing that she's in the hands of the very men who corrupted my best friend put a weight on my chest that was heavy with dread and misery.

"We will, right after my head stops pounding."

I ran over to the mini-fridge and brought out a bottle of water. I handed it to Sam, and instead of drinking it, he held it to the back of his head. He flicked his eyes up to me and smiled, while I gave him a guilty one in return.

The smile soon faded once I began to think about Kylie. I doubted that she went down without a fight, but I also knew that in order to take her down, it would take a lot.

She didn't get overwhelmed easily, not even in battle. Her reflexes and combat abilities were well advanced to take on multiple people at once.

Even though I had all this faith in her, I couldn't bring myself to think of what they did to her in order to take her. I don't even want to know what they planned to do with her.

"Is she going to be held for ransom? What do they want with her?" Sam asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know. I hope that it's to get to me because they have a problem with me, not her."

"How do we even know where to go?"

A voice rang from outside of the door. "I have an idea!"

After a quick eye roll, Sam let the man in.

"Tony, I would appreciate it if you skip the humor and get straight to the point. I'm really not in the mood for it," I warned as I carefully eyed him.

He took a seat and nodded. His usual egotistical and chirpy aura was gone. It was very obvious that Kylie's capture deeply affected him too.

"Frankly, I'm not in the mood as well. Steve, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I couldn't convince her to stay in D.C, I couldn't convince her to stop looking for him, and I couldn't even suit up in time to help her. She's gone and it's because of me," Tony muttered, covering his face with his hands.

My fists clenched as he talked. It took a great deal of control to avoid another round of damage, this time to Tony's face. All I wanted to do was shout at him, saying that he couldn't take care of her, that he failed to keep her safe. I couldn't do it because it was wrong in many ways.

It was way too easy to blame Tony for her going missing. And though I would like nothing more than something that would take this weight off of my shoulders, I knew that there was only one person that truly held responsibility for it.

It was me. I'm the person who got her kidnapped.

All because I went around looking for Bucky. Without trying to find him, she wouldn't have felt so compelled to come with. The pushing away and the arguments made it worse. Without it, then we wouldn't be in this mess. If I had let her be by my side through this thing, then I could have protected her. She wouldn't have been in that organization's hands right now.

I couldn't even blame Hydra. They were just taking advantage of my idiocy.

I sat down in front of Tony and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "No, it isn't. You did your best and that's all I could ask from you. I mean, I can't expect you to contain her. Trust me, I've tried. If there's anyone to blame, it's me."

"No, Cap. It's on all of us," Sam spoke quietly. He kept his head down for the most part, but would look at us every once in a while. "We all made our mistakes that led to this, but now we need to find her."

Tony quickly jumped onto his feet.

"And that is where I come in," he announced. He began to talk about how he was able to find clues on a dead Hydra agent's phone. When he woke up, he was still in the alley. He was laying on the phone and Kylie must have slipped it under him at some point in the fight. He could hack into the phone and find where the messages were sent from and find something to pinpoint the location they're holding her in.

"The only question is: why didn't they take you, Mr. Billionaire?"

Tony scratched the back of his head, not knowing how to answer it.

"I guess it's because I'm not valuable enough for whatever they need her for. It's a shocker, really."

"We have to get her before they can carry out their plan. Though I can tell that we all had no luck in doing so, I say we find Bucky. He'd know more than anyone else on where to find these Hydra bases," I suggested.

The two other men in the room gave me looks that made me feel like I had said something stupid. In their eyes, finding Bucky was a waste of time.

"I get that it seems like a lost cause, but one more try wouldn't hurt. I know for a fact that they won't kill her until they reach out to me. And until then, we are going to get intel from the one person who we could possibly get some from."

Sam stood up and grabbed his bag.

"Let's get going."

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