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WHUMPTOBER 2020
No. 7
Fandom: Avengers
Whumpee: Steve Rogers
Caregivers: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes
Title: End of the Line
By: PenPatronus // PenPatronusAooO
Prone on his stomach, struggling to shake off Thanos’ latest blow, dizzy and bleeding and quickly running out of hope, was a trembling Tony Stark who looked up in time to see Steve Rogers wrestle the Infinity Stones out of the Titan’s grip, roll head-over-heels backward from the momentum, and then leap to his feet and put the gauntlet on his own right hand. “Cap, don’t!” Tony yelled. Nearby, Thor shouted, “No!” Steve heard his friends’ cries. His eyes met Tony’s and – for the love of – he winked. And then – snap.
It took three tries for Tony to get to his feet. When he did, he limp-sprinted past the disintegrating Thanos, ripped the gauntlet off Steve, and caught his friend in a hug as he collapsed, gasping, burnt, shaking, and bleeding. In a smooth sweep, Tony lifted Steve up into a bridal carry and took him over to the nearest and most stable looking pile of debris. He set him down and looked him over and counted all the parts of him that were burned or bleeding or broken or all three and…
“Oh my God,” Tony whispered, the true situation dawning on him. “Oh, no. Oh, God, no.” He gently removed Steve’s cowl and wiped the dirt off his exposed skin. “Not like this.”
“Exactly like this,” Steve gasped, struggling to breathe. “I always thought it would be… Like this.” Someone ran up behind Tony, hesitated, then rushed to Steve’s right side and put a hand on his chest. “End of the line, eh, Buck?” Steve whispered to his friend.
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Steve awoke to find himself suspended from a ceiling by a rope with iron shackles around his wrists. His fingers, hands, and wrists were white and numb from the strain of his body weight. He couldn’t touch the ground even on tiptoes. Muted sunshine soared through small open window near the ceiling. Birds chirped outside. Goosebumps erupted from his skin and he shivered. The iron-barred cell was so cold that his teeth started chattering.
He started to swing on the rope—forward and back, forward and back. After bumping against the wall behind him he caught it with his boots and jumped upwards. Even numb, his fingers found the rope and gripped it tight, allowing Steve to climb the rope up to the ceiling. He then hung from the lead pipe the rope was wrapped around, and he started to swing again, each time yanking his body higher and letting it fall harder. Within minutes the pipe broke, and Steve landed cat-like on the floor. Then, using his teeth, Steve bit his way through the rope. He was more mobile without it, but his wrists were still shackled together.
The iron-barred door was locked from the outside, and Steve couldn’t fit his fingers far enough through the bars to pull the iron lock aside. He kicked the door. He punched it. He kicked and punched it at the same time. Then, he backed up to the far wall, took a deep breath, rushed forward and rammed his shoulder into the door with the strength of a bull. It took ten times before the door finally budged open far enough for Steve to slide between the bars. Steve took one step into the hallway and landed in a puddle. Not a puddle of water, he realized. A puddle of blood. And it was so cold that some of it froze, leaving little ice cubes that crunched under Steve’s boot.
Steve took a deep breath—two of them—then dunked his hands into the blood puddle. It wasn’t very deep, so he had to stretch and splash to get his wrists and hands completely covered, especially under the shackles. Steve then put one foot between his imprisoned wrists, prayed the liquid was slippery enough, took a deep breath—two of them—and kicked downward with all his might. Between his strength and the slippery blood, he managed to kick the shackles off, taking only a few layers of his skin with them. Steve wiped his hands clean on his pants and stood.
The hallway of prison cells was unlit except for the occasional flickering lightbulb. But, enough sunshine came in through the cell windows that Steve was able to see where he was going—see into each cell. He looked back and forth, trying to decide whether to go left or right. He settled on right, because that was the direction of the trail of blood, and he started to run.
The red drops led him to cell #15 where he recognized a body hanging exactly as he had.
“Oh, God.”
The man had a belly wound. Dripping blood had left little constellations on the cement floor. Steve ripped the rope off the pipe, chewed it free, then used the person’s own blood to get the shackles all slippery. Once the man was free, Steve sat on the floor, pulled the man into his lap, held him tightly against his chest, and whispered his name.
“Tony?”
The sound of his name brought Tony out of a daze. He licked his bruised lips and looked up at his friend with eyes flickering from pain. He didn’t speak so much as exhale, “Hey, Cap…”
Relieved, Steve grinned at him. “Hey.”
Tony’s frown stretched inward. “You need to get out of here,” he whispered.
“I need to get you out of here.”
“You don’t understand… There’s a bomb…”
“Is that why this base is empty?” Steve put his right palm against Tony’s spine and pulled Stark up into a sitting position. The sound Tony made as his stomach stretch made Steve retreat and let him lay back down flat.
“You don’t understand…” Tony fiddled with his t-shirt. Steve offered to help, and Tony instructed him to pull it up to his chin. The arc reactor was revealed. There was something different about it…
Tony looked down at the device. “The blue… See that blinking blue light in that white circle? When it fills up the circle the bomb inside it will explode.”
Steve’s jaw dropped—horrified. “They turned you into a bomb.”
The blue inched closer.
Tears overflowed from Tony’s right eye. “Get out of here,” he hiccupped. “Steve… Please,” he begged. “Just leave me.”
The blue moved again. Based on how fast it had moved, Steve estimated that they had less than two minutes.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“Steve, you can’t save me.”
“Then I’ll stay with you.”
“No! There’s still time! You can get far enough away!”
Steve’s arms relaxed, then tensed up twice as tight. He pulled Tony’s chest against his own and settled Tony’s chin on his left shoulder. “I’m staying,” he whispered.
Tony summoned the strength to wrap his arms around Steve’s back. A sob rose in his chest, but stayed there. “See you on the other side…”
“We’ll have shawarma.”
They spent the final minute in silence. Clinging.
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Steve awoke to find himself suspended from a ceiling by a rope with iron shackles around his wrists. His fingers, hands, and wrists were white and numb from the strain of his body weight. He couldn’t touch the ground even on tiptoes. Muted sunshine soared through small open window near the ceiling. Birds chirped outside. Goosebumps erupted from his skin and he shivered. The iron-barred cell was so cold that his teeth started chattering.
He escaped. He followed the blood. He found Clint. Someone had shoved a bomb in Clint’s chest.
They spent the final minute in silence. Clinging.
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Steve awoke to find himself suspended from a ceiling by a rope with iron shackles around his wrists. His fingers, hands, and wrists were white and numb from the strain of his body weight. He couldn’t touch the ground even on tiptoes. Muted sunshine soared through small open window near the ceiling. Birds chirped outside. Goosebumps erupted from his skin and he shivered. The iron-barred cell was so cold that his teeth started chattering.
He escaped. He followed the blood. He found Bruce. Someone had shoved a bomb in Bruce’s chest.
They spent the final minute in silence. Clinging.
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In the real world, in the HYDRA lab, hovering over an unconscious Steve Rogers who was on a lab table, stood two scientists. “See,” said the older of the two, the one in charge, “this is how you break a man. Breaking the body does nothing. You break the man.”
The younger one with the clipboard glanced up at the television-like screen and watched Steve Rogers die with Natasha Romanoff in his arms. “This is a…unique… torture, sir.” He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Why do you think he chooses to die instead of running?”
The scientist snorted. “Who gives a damn?”
“Well, sir, according to his vitals he calms down at the end, almost like he’s found peace. That’s not torture.”
The scientist rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you admire him.”
The young man shook his head fiercely. “Of course not, um, sir,” he said quickly. “Any man who doesn’t believe in HYDRA’s goals is a fool, but…”
A rumble in the distance. Directly below them, something shivered the entire building. The clipboard fell to the ground. The elder scientist paled and started ripping needles and tubes out of Steve’s body, and the bonds off his arms and legs. “We have to get him out of here. The Avengers are here.”
Before either of them could do one more thing, a metallic foot kicked in the door to the lab. Iron Man pointed every weapon he had at the two scientists. The helmet retracted into the armor and a red-faced, heavy-breathing, thunderous Tony Stark glared with wide eyes. “What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do. To. Cap?”
The older scientist raised his middle finger at Stark. “We put him through hell.”
Clint and Nat ushered the scientists away while Tony and Bruce got to work freeing Steve from the scientists’ sinister machines. The moment Steve regained consciousness he grabbed both of his friends by the collars. “I’m not leaving you,” he said, voice strained. “I’m staying right here.”
Bruce wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrist. “Steve, we think you were drugged and forced to dream something. You’re back in the real world now. There’s no danger.”
Steve looked at Tony. “I didn’t leave you,” he whispered.
Tony patted Steve’s arm. “Cap, it’s ok. It’s over.”
“I didn’t leave you…” Steve said, and continued to say as he drifted off to sleep. “I didn’t leave you, I didn’t leave you…”
The End
