A nurse took my test, first taking my blood on my left hand and putting an IV on my median cubital vein on my elbow. I spotted Steve looking concerned, I focus on Steve until a shadow behind him appeared.
STEVE'S POV
I blacked out thinking about the sex I just had, well not to be cocky or anything I think I did good.
I jumped back to looking at (y/n) beautiful hair, until I hear foot steps appearing slowly towards me, I turn quickly. Realizing who it was shocked me, tony looked at me.
"So, this is what she's been doing." He smirked meanwhile he look straight at (y/n).
"Ya, I guess."I confidently said but lied.
He looks at me but I just looked at her ignoring him, "did..? Did you guys..." he hesitated but made a hand gesture that I couldn't comprehend.
"What's that?" Confusingly asked, he looked straight at me, making me look at his short ass. "Fuck?" He asked but I could tell he was hungover. "language" I responded, I stopped looking at me and looked back to (y/n).
"Answer my question."
I took a deep breath in before looking at him. "..no."  the look on his face was relieved. It was wrong of me to lie but I couldn't hurt her again, I wanted her to love me not to hate me.
I hear a loud sigh of relief, he looks at me giving him the confidence to speak. "I'm sorry steve." He stops shaking and lifts his hand for a handshake.
"I never thought of you as an apology type of guy" I chuckled .Before I could shake his hand there was a loud explosion. Tony and I look at each other and run to the door. I began to hear loud gun shots, Tony try's to blast the door but It was locked tight. I realize what could be happening, I run towards the window, all I could see are men in black suits with masks taking (y/n).
They run towards her,  grabbing her and stealing her from the bed, she wasn't waking up. I began to hit the window allowing the men to caught their attention towards me. They run off with her, This rage in me wanted to hurt them, the rage gave me ambition making me try to break the glass bear fist.
"It won't work" Tony yelled, he just stood there not moving a muscle. He was to shock to move, he then falls to the floor.
I just continued to hit the glass making the pieces of glass to splash around the floor. My mind was mixed with anger and fear, I jump out of the room tony was passed out on floor, and ran out of we're they took (y/n) out of.
Running towards the main hall of headquarters, it was like looking at the war, everyone on the floor, bleeding out, ash everywhere. I ran towards the door, looking at the man holding (y/n). He was about to get in the car, the other man began to shoot at me. One of the bullets hit my shoulder but I ignored the pain and hit the man in front me. I punched him on the chin causing him to bleed, the man passes out. The other man was more bigger but he tried to hit me. I dodge it spontaneously he starts to chock me, fury appears and shoots the man in the back. "Go get her!" He yelled
He let's go of me but by the time I look back they were already in the car.
I ran as fast as I could and tried to stop the car, I caught up to the window, They began to shoot, my fear was becoming a reality, they stop the car. I pulled the man out of the window, I punched him allowing me access to choke him but the group spoke.
"STOP! You kill him. And we'll kill her!" They said as they had a gun toward her head, she was not responsive.
My heart drops, I let go of the man allowing me to feel the moment I could feel the world full down on me. The man gets up from the floor and ran back to the van.
The car leaves. I start panting feeling like I couldn't breathe like I just killed her.
YOUR POV
I wake up tied to a chair and a bright light hitting my eyes. I couldn't see anyone expect a man with a metal arm and long hair was in front of me starting at me, glaring at me. Another man comes from the dark with a red book and a black star.
He began to speak Russian, i understood everything. Which was scary.
желаниe (longing)
pжавый (rusted)
семнадцать (seventeen)
Девять (nine)
Один (one)
рассвет (daybreak)
Печь (furnace)
Доброкачественные (benign)
Возвращение домой (homecoming)
I began to feel a little weird by the man that was now walking towards me.
"Mission report December 16 1991" a man with a thick Russian accent spoke. The man with the metal arm looked hard into my eyes.
"... eliminate Stark"

-A
I'm so sorry I haven't posted.