Warning: Actions of Domestic Abuse. 

The cell the captain laid was cold, dark and murky. There was no source of light, but he almost appreciated that because, with his current state, he wasn't sure he could handle the light shining in his eyes. 

He hasn't seen Natasha in a few days and he didn't care. He didn't want to give in, but he underestimated the effect lack of water had on him. He would do anything for a glass of water. 

Currently, he was leaning against the wall as he sat in the corner. His mouth was dry so he was constantly licking his lips. As he tried to focus on anything other then his thirst the door opened and the blonde came walking in with boots going up to her knees, the sound echoed in his ears. 

She came toward him placing her cold hands on his chin to lift it up, she was giving him a wicked smirk. Her green eyes made their way to his spine causing him to shiver. 

"You don't look too good Captain." She spoke, her voice was smooth yet terrifying. "Do you want some water?" She asked and as if on cue a man came walking in placing a tray down on the table, bringing her the glass of water before leaving the room and closing the door shut. They were smart. 

She gently brought the cup to her own lips taking a sip as if taunting him. Steve could only stare at the water he so desperately needed. 
"This act you have going on," She said. "Can't last forever, no one is coming to get you." 

"I know that," he said, those were his first words in days and Natasha couldn't help but smirk at the sound of his voice. Much weaker than when she last heard it. 

"Then why do you play this game? Don't do that to yourself. You're too handsome to die without having a bit of fun first," She said running her hand down his arm in a loving manner.

Steve was divided, he couldn't bring himself to ignore her words, she was a seductress and was damn good at her job. He couldn't deny his attraction to her, but who was. 

"Okay I am done with these games Loverboy," She said and gave him the glass of water, he in return gave her a skeptical look. "What? Don't trust me? Please if I was going to kill it wouldn't be from dehydration." 

Steve couldn't bother to ponder her words because he was downing the cup of water. Nothing has ever felt as nice as the cold water running down his dry and rough throat. 

Natasha moved so her legs were straddling him, they both were holding eye contact as he moved his lips away from the cup. Her fingers were sliding up and down his arms in a way he just couldn't ignore anymore. 

"Why are you doing this?" 

"Because it's fun." She answered simply then moved away from his body, Steve watching her every move like a hawk. She offered him a hand. "My friend, as you just saw is leaving to get me more supplies." She said. "Which means we are all alone" 

"I am not having sex with you," He said flatly causing Natasha to laugh. 

"Do you really think so low of me loverboy?" She asked pretending to look offended. "You are not a prisoner anymore, I am going to show you your room." 

Reluctantly Steve took Natasha's hand, knowing there was no way out of whatever game she was playing. The walked out of the room he stayed in and for the first time Steve was able to see the house. It was big, but what did he expect. 

She walked in front of him, her hips swaying and she released his hand. Steve wanted to run for it but he was sure that there was no escape.  She leads him to a nice clean bright room, very different to what he used to stay in. He gave her a look of confusion. 

"What is this?" He asked, his voice still rough. How he wished for another glass of water. 

"Why it's your room of course," she said, something seemed different in the way she spoke.  

"Why are you giving me a room? What happened to me being trapped." He asked as he inspected the room, to his surprise then was a pad and pen suitable for drawing. 

"I want you to know I am not your enemy," She said. "Nor am I a rapist, so get that out of your mind," Steve wanted to defend himself but she spoke first. "My father will be by soon, and I need to get ready, enjoy your time here," 

"You may have given me this room, but you don't trust me. This is just a nicer looking cage," A smirk laced Natasha's face. "I saw the locks, and I am guessing the room next door is yours. Not to mention these windows." He tapped the glass, "don't open." 

"Smart boy," She said simply. "Don't worry your pretty little head about anything. I am done trying to get answers from you. You are just unbreakable. But that doesn't mean you can leave." Steve was unsure what to get out of her words. "Dinner will be by later." 

"What if I don't eat?" 

"Oh Steven, we both know that we won't play that game anymore." She said with an evil smirk. "You could barely handle yourself the last time. And if you still want to play that game, well I can tell you that I won't be so nice next time." 

She stepped out of the room leaving Steve alone with his thoughts. He didn't know what to think. He knew he wasn't getting a free ticket away from torture, but this kind of torture might be worse. He had to stay on his toes for whatever she had planned. 

Later that night Steve was tending to his would wound from the battle he was taken from when he heard a slight whimper. He put the first aid kit back on the self before putting his ear to the wall that separated him and Natasha. He heard a deep Russian accent yelling in Russian, which he luckily understood. 

"You have been with him for over a week, almost two! How have you not gotten anything from him." The man was angry, Steve could tell as something fell to the floor causing a shattering. "I need to get it out of him now Natalia! Before Sheild moves, I need to know what they are planning!" 

Another Russian voice answered and by the sound of the voice, Steve knew it was Natasha. "I am trying, I just need more time! He is more stubborn then I would have guessed!" 

The sound of skin being hit-filled Steve's ears which caused his heart rate to rise dramatically. "Don't you ever talk back to me again!" he yelled. "You are my daughter! You listen to me, you should disobey me, I gave you time and you failed. I should give someone else the job." 

"I can do this," She insisted, and the same heart clenching sound filled his ears, causing Steve himself to flinch. 

"Don't talk back to me! I didn't send you to the academy because you told me you would do whatever I asked!" 

"You're my father! That school is for orphans and I don't need to know what they are teaching!" She yelled back. 

"I am not your father! I found you! Just like I found all those other girls in that academy, but I saw something more in you! Raised you as my own only for you to disappoint me!"  There was silence. "Maybe you weren't ready," 

"I am ready." She repeated. there were loud footsteps indicating multiple men had walked into the room. 

"We are gonna try this again my dear," he spoke. "I was hoping after the last time I wouldn't have to do this again, but you keep proving me wrong," 

"what are you talking about?" She asked, but the man ignored her. 

"Wipe her boys, keep the memories of the prisoner, I am going to give her one last chance, if now I am sending her back to the red room, take another girl." He said. "She was supposed to be the last one I took, but maybe I'll take another." Steve heard the sound of equipment being wheeling into the room. 

"Father, what are you talking about? Replacement? I am your daughter!" She cried but no one would listen to her. Her screams filled Steve's ears as they pulled her to the chair. "Father please!" 

"let's hope this is the last time," now all Steve heard were screams of pain. His fist was clenched and if he had the strength he would tear the wall down and pull Natasha out from the chair. 

While the screaming continued, the speaking stopped, and all Steve could hear was her screams of pain. This lasted for almost thirty minutes before it came down to whimpers of pain and desperation for it all to end. 

"My daughter," he spoke again, Steve leaned back into the wall to listen. "How are you feeling?" 

"My head hurts, when did you get here father?" Steve frowned, he didn't understand why she was asking that, he wanted to know what they did to her. 

"Just a few moments ago, how is the prisoner?" He asked, even though he very well knew the answer. 

"Working on it," was her answer. "I need more time." 

"Of course," he answered and Steve could imagine him biting his lip in frustration. " I am leaving for two weeks, on a mission with a group. Maybe even longer, I don't know when I'll be back actually. You have until I return." 

"Of course." She echoed his earlier response. 

"I am moving Clint to the back house. He is the guard now. I want your full attention to the prisoner." He said. "you are only to speak to Clinton if you need supplies. Understood?" 

"Yes, I will make sure the prisoner breaks," she answered. 

"Now before I leave I would love to have dinner with my daughter."  He said, causing Steve to frown. How could that man act like nothing went on moments ago? Steve almost asked himself if he was imagining things. Those screams were too real to be fake. 

"I heard the chief is making Pelmeni," She answered and then he must have nodded and left the room. He heard the room fall silent with only Natasha mumbling something to himself which he barely heard. "Take care of the prisoner... make father happy. We don't want to upset father."  Then her footsteps left the room. 

Steve felt a weight on his chest after hearing all of that. He didn't know what to do or say. He wanted to hate Natasha, but after finding out what she was going through made him feel...horrible.

How are you supposed to feel when finding some like this out? 

He knew one thing for sure. He hated Ivan. Steve felt almost attached to Natasha in a way. They were both prisoners. Whether she saw it or not, and as much as Steve wanted to break down the window and run for his life, he couldn't leave her here. Not with him. 

It was that moment he decided he wouldn't leave without her. He would take her and show her the life that she is missing, the one she deserved. She isn't the seductress he saw earlier today, Ivan was messing with her head and Steve wouldn't stand for it. So he would save her. 

He was getting out of this toxic 'home.' He was not going to let her be abused any longer. Nothing would change his mind. No one could change his mind. 

Whether it made him dead or alive, Natasha Romanoff would not be kept here if he had anything to do with it. 

This was a tough chapter. 

Please leave reviews! Tell me what you think of Steve's new mindset. How do you feel about Natasha now?