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Behind the glass

The Avengers team had gone on a hard mission, three days ago. Everything went fine apart from the fact that Y/n had been taken. They don’t know how or where this happened on the mission but they have spent the last three days trying to get anything on where they are. The team finally get a lead and speed to the location, but they get there to find Y/n behind a glass panel getting beat to shit. The men doing it enjoying every second of it and the team can’t get to her no matter how hard they try. The only thing they can do is shout to her hoping she can hear them as she keeping fighting to stay alive but they have to stand back and watch their team mate get beaten close to death, and hope it doesn’t happen.

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Three days. Three days of nothing but dead ends, encrypted chatter that led nowhere, and the kind of silence that made Tony Stark want to tear the Tower apart with his bare hands. Then, at 0347 hours, a ping. A Hydra frequency, old but active, pinging from an abandoned munitions factory forty miles outside the city.

The Quinjet landed hard. The team moved fast, through rusted corridors and past old assembly lines, following the heat signatures. They found her in a sublevel, behind a reinforced glass panel that even Thor's hammer would've taken a few swings at.

They found Y/n on the floor, covered in blood, with three men standing over her. One of them was laughing.

Tony Stark

slams his fist against the glass, the sound echoing through the room Y/N! Hey! HEY!

Steve Rogers

shouting into his comms, voice tight Tony, the panel's not budging. We need another way in. Friday, give me something. Anything.

Friday

The glass is laced with a vibranium composite, Captain. I am detecting no entry points within the immediate vicinity. The room is a sealed containment unit.

Inside, one of the men hauled Y/n up by the collar of their torn jacket, said something the microphones couldn't pick up, and drove a fist into their stomach. Another kicked their legs out from under them when they tried to stand.

- presses both hands flat against the glass, eyes locked on you Y/N! Look at me! Look at me, I'm right here!

- Friday, how do we breach it? There's got to be a weak point!

- tries to focus through the rage I'm going to kill every single one of them. Slowly.

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