The room was deathly silent as YN stared at the floor, her eyelids opening and shutting as exhaustion tried to pull her from consciousness. Her body was throbbing from the battering she'd received a few hours ago when she'd gotten a bit mouthy with a guard. Safe to say it was the last time she'd opened her mouth.

She knew her wrists were bleeding again, the ropes pinching at the skin and splitting it open. She could feel bruises along her sternum and over her back, most likely in the shape of the bigger guard's boot. YN's head lulled to the side as the door opened, a cocky looking Rumlow sauntering in.

"Good evening, Agent Silver." YN huffed in place of a response, too exhausted to try and gather enough saliva in her mouth to form a response. Rumlow growled, surging forward to grab YN's chin, forcing her head up so that she was blinking lazily at him. "Answer me when I speak to you."

YN chuckled, spitting blood onto Rumlows shirt. "Go to hell." She hissed, already prepared for the harsh slap that landed on her cheek.

Rumlow stepped back and YN's chin dropped to her chest, a wince being forced away. Her head was lifting again when the door reopened, the sound of something dragging catching her attention. Her eyes watched in horror as two men dragged an unconscious Tony through the door, his head dropping to the side as he was thrown onto a chair.

"Hey!" YN shouted, suddenly filled with rage induce energy. "What the fuck are you doing? Let him go!" Rumlow laughed, his chest shaking as he stepped toward the man held in ropes similar to YN's. YN was trembling with rage, her lip curling in distaste as Rumlow poked Tony's face, letting it fall to the side.

"It was nearly embarrassingly easy to get him to follow your friend," Rumlow started, smacking his lips. "Just sing a little song of optimism and his savior complex did the rest." YN seethed in the chair, praying to anyone that was listening that Tony was okay.

Rumlow left after a short spiel that YN barely listened to, too focused on watching Tony's chest rise and fall steadily. After they were left, mostly, alone, YN tried to gain Tony's attention. They were maybe three feet away from each other, so YN sunk low in her seat, using her leg to kick Tony's.

Groaning, the brunette lifted his head, his eyes fluttering open. YN sighed in relief, nearly slumping even further as her shoulders relaxed. Tony grumbled, trying to reef at the bounds encasing his wristed. "What the-"

"Hey! Tony!" YN whispered, shifting in her seat. The man lifted his gaze, his eyes widening as they met YN's. "What the hell happened?"

"I... You... How?" YN rolled her eyes, turning her head to see the guards watching them closely. "I was with your friend... Hanson?"

YN glared at the man, sighing in disappointment. "Why? Didn't you get my message?" She hissed. "He's compromised!"

"All you said was that the FBI was compromised, we didn't know if Hanson was a lead or a culprit!" YN groaned, rolling her head back in exasperation. "Are you okay? You look..." Tony winced, lowering his head.

"Stunning, I know." YN returned, licking her lip, grimacing as her tongue ran over a cut. "Does anyone know you're missing? Anyone waiting on you?" Tony nodded subtly, his mouth moving around the word 'Steve'. YN nodded, leaning back in her seat. "Hey, you two!" YN shouted, painting a smirk on her face that made even Tony stiffen.

"You want round two sweetheart?" YN rolled her eyes, watching Tony clench his teeth in the corner of her eye. "'Cause that can be arranged."

"Whilst that sounds lovely, what are we waiting for here?" The guards looked at each other, humorless laughs leaving their mouths. "Where's your boss gone?"

"You ask a lot of questions, for a little bitch strapped to a chair." YN pursed her lips, shrugging her shoulder in a nonchalant manner. "Shut up, or our boss will do more than break a rib or two." YN rolled her eyes but did shut up, a small smirk on her lips.

"You have broken ribs?" Tony whispered, YN nodded, pushing away the pain as she remembered it. "God... Shit, this is my fault." YN huffed, not a verbal agreeance, but an agreeance nevertheless. Tony sighed sadly, looking away from YN as she, yet again, rolled her tongue over her split lip.

"How did you get over thrown by Hanson? The guy is a twig." YN finally asked after an extended silence.

"Took me to a warehouse, thought we were meeting a consultant, I was looking for you... Well, I was trying." YN stared blankly at Tony, not giving him much to go on. "It was an ambush. Had me unconscious in seconds, couldn't even activate my suit."

"Fucking Hanson." YN hissed, pulling at her wrists. "That little fucking weasel, I'm going to-" YN stopped as the door opened, the man himself walking through with Rumlow a few paces behind.

"I'm sorry, Agent Silver, what were you saying?" YN growled, the most sinister snarl curling around her lips.

"You're one dead son of a bitch, Hanson." YN spat, struggling against her restraints. "Once I get my hands on you, you're dead."

Hanson laughed in response, stepping close to YN and pressing his gun against her temple. YN froze, her eyes snapping to Tony, whom was already staring wide eyed at her. The barrel of the cool gun ran down the side of her face, as if to softly caress the skin there. YN swallowed, briefly shutting her eyes as he pressed it against her lips.

"Open." He ordered, pressing harder against her pursed grimace. When she didn't do as told, Hanson grabbed the back of her hair, reefing it back so her neck was exposed. Tony shouted out as YN whimpered, her eyes fluttering open to meet Hanson, who was glaring at her. "Open your mouth. Now!" YN folded, letting her lips part. She gagged as the gun found home in her mouth, her lip cracking at the stretch it had to do to accommodate it.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Tony screamed, already struggling harshly against his bounds. YN whimpered as the gun was pushed further into her mouth, tears tracking down her cheek from the sheer feeling of the violation.

Finally, the gun was removed and YN took in a ragged breath, dropping her head to try and shield herself from view. Tony watched in exasperation, his chest tightening at the sight of YN deflating. Hanson, stepped back, cocking his head with a smirk.

"What do we think, boys?" The men in the room hummed and Tony felt sick as they stared at YN with hunger. "Untie her, take her over the tub." Tony shouted in response, watching as the men parted the ropes so YN's bound wrists could be lifted. She stood to her feet as directed and waited, Hanson whispered to Rumlow.

Tony waited for YN to do anything, knowing the woman was probably formulating some plan in her head. YN held her gaze to the ground, wriggling her fingers to see how flexible the rope was now that it wasn't connected to anything.

She could feel the material give slightly, and her heart lifted only a small amount, hope filtering back into it. Before she could start to loosed it, her hair was gripped and her body was dragged toward the tub as the tap was tuned off.

"Stop! What are you doing-" Tony grunted as a man hit him across the face with the butt of his gun, the billionaire's cheek splitting at the impact. A hand gripped his chin, forcing him to stare as YN was bent over the water, on her knees.

"Now, we were told not to kill her." Hanson said, having been left by Rumlow. "But that doesn't mean we can't have our fun." He grinned, pushing YN's head down. Tony screamed as YN struggled against Hanson's hand, her shoulders shaking as she held onto the small amount of air she was able to get before being submerged. "This little bitch has always been a pain in my ass."

YN screamed under the water, the muffled sound causing tears to build in Tony's eyes. "Stop! You're going to drown her, please!" YN was let up, her mouth opening to breathe in much needed air, the freezing cold water falling down her face and from her hair.

Before she could completely compose herself, she was pushed back under, the weight of Hanson's hand too heavy for YN to push back against. Tony watched, desperate to try and get over to YN to save her, the feeling of helplessness forcing Tony to scream in rage.

YN was let up again, and this time she continued to choke on water, her breathing ragged and distressed. "It's okay, YN, please." Tony started to direct his words at the woman who was once again submerged in the below zero water, the intervals growing longer and longer.

Tony's eyes widened in horror as YN went limp, his mouth releasing the most pathetic whine he could manage. YN was pulled from the water, Hanson staring at her with only mild panic. Cursing lowly, he leaned in trying to hear if the woman was breathing.

"You've killed her, you fucking maniac!" Tony screamed in terror, reefing with all of his strength against the rope. "You're going to die for that!" Tears were tracking down Tony's face as Hanson started to lower the woman's body down to the ground. "No, no, no." Tony cried, his head lowering so he could silence his sobs. 

As soon as Hanson's hands left YN's body, her eyes were opening, hands pulling from behind her, now unwrapped from the rope that bounded them together. Hanson gasped as YN headbutted him, jumping to her feet as she gained the upper hand. Tony couldn't do anything but watch as she grappled for his gun, the other men firing toward them. Finally, YN grabbed his weapon, dropping to her knees and firing at the men, instantly putting them down.

Hanson groaned on the floor as YN pressed her boot into his neck, aiming her gun at his head. Her eyes were wild as if she'd gone completely feral. Tony bit his lip, hesitant to even disrupt the state she'd fallen into. As Tony went to open his mouth, to try and stop her from doing something she may regret, he flinched, the sound of the gun firing a bullet into Hanson's head making him fall silent.