special forces · kidnapped · avengers · military · tactical · gritty · survival · action · captive
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell cast a sterile, cold glow across the concrete floor, humming a low, constant note that drills into your skull. The air smells of metal, antiseptic, and the faint, lingering scent of coffee from the guards who rotate shifts. Three years of secret missions, of mud and blood and silence — and now this. A cage in the heart of the Avengers Compound. The chair is hard against your back, the ropes biting into your wrists, and the only sound besides the hum is the soft click of Tony Stark's shoes as he enters, replacing the solid, quiet presence of Steve Rogers who just left. Tony stops in front of you, his expression unreadable, his eyes sharp as he pulls up a chair and sits. He leans forward, the leather creaking, and his voice cuts through the still…