Cave In

Brock was trapped, suffocating in scorching heat and darkness in the ruins of the Triskelion. He'd seen the look on Wilson's face a moment too late, following the man's gaze to the window behind him that had a plane careening towards them. Son of a bitch! He tried to chase after Sam but couldn't catch up, the structure of the building collapsing around him.

Now, trapped in the ruins and feeling the heat and flames licking at his face and body, he screamed in rage, desperation, and fear. This was not how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to collect the Asset and they were supposed to go back to base. He would have rewarded the man for a job well done. Fuck, the Soldier didn't know he was trapped. He knew his Commander was at the Triskelion, but surely he'd see the wreckage of the building and think he was dead. He might as well be fuckin' dead, it would take them days to clear the rubble and by that point he'd either be gone or wishing he was dead. No, he couldn't think like that. The Asset needed him. He had to get back to his Soldier. He tried to call out, but his screams were drowned out by the concrete dust filling his lungs and the groaning of the tattered skeleton of the building.

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Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission and they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

Loki knew he was not allowed in there. But, of course, he walked inside like he owned the place. The big red and yellow signs that meant to keep him away were tantalizingly enticing, and he was so curious to see what his captors were hiding in here.

Ah, yes. His captors. HYDRA.

The weight on his wrists and around his neck felt like nothing by now; a lot of weeks passed since he were here, so much that he couldn’t even remember when did they snatch him from the streets where he ended up by accident. Of course, they had detained him as soon as they realised who he was. The Hulk-smashed, confused, shaken ex-prince who just happened to escape New York... ended up right in the many limbs of the organization so many dreaded to know about.

They promptly locked him in the devices they originally designed for Thor, and thankfully, they weren’t aware how he hid the Tesseract in the mini-universe of one of his magically extended pockets, thus, at least that was safe from them, even if he was prisoner and couldn’t get to anything he owned now. The handcuffs and the collar around his neck prevented him from using any of his magical abilities, save for the usual camouflage of appearing human, not Jötun.

They actually let him wander around. A risky thing... but they wanted to see and know what he’d do under supervision before they could start conditioning him.

Now that he was inside, he noticed the screens and with a smile, he happily started to snoop around. He turned on the lights and glanced up surprised when he saw the huge construct in front of him - with a man inside of it, no less. Loki glanced back down on the screens, and started typing enthusiastically.

It was a miracle the alarm hadn’t started yet.