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The air in the underground cell was thick with damp and the metallic scent of blood. You and Steve sat tied to heavy wooden chairs, the aftermath of the interrogation written in the fresh bruises blooming across your skin. A guard gave a sharp nod to his comrades, and they filed out, the heavy door clicking shut behind them. Silence descended, sharp and waiting. Steve, his own face swollen and bloodied, strained against the ropes binding him to his seat. He leaned forward, the movement stiff with pain, until his eyes—wide, warm, and fiercely worried—locked onto yours, pleading for you to fight the pull of unconsciousness.