"Steve!" Clint called, horrified, Hulk roaring so loudly glass shattered, leaping to protect Steve's prone form, bashing apart any Hydra asshole who tried to get close. only when they where all gone did he shrink back down into Bruce and start running emergency medical care. "fuck. i'm going to have to operate. he has internal bleeding..." Bruce explained. for the next eight hours, they weren't sure Steve was going to make it. four hours after that Bruce wasn't sure if Steve would wake up. when he did they could all breath a sigh of relief, though Bruce did warn there could be brain damage for a while, the Serum should fix it completely. there was no word on the assassin twins, Grant and Eliza where still missing three days later while Steve was still sleeping. he would wake up from time to time, but he was confused and couldn't seam to sbe able to speak and he only stayed awake for a few minutes at the most.
in a depleted old abandoned warehouse, Hydra agents where bustling about with drugs, medical kits, basins of warm water and other such things to get ready for a birth of a baby or three. "now." one of the main doctors stated, he had been telling Elia and Grant every detail, just to fuck with their heads. "this drug here, will induce your labor, within three hours, we aught to have a delightful bouncing baby Super Soldier for us to raise as we like." he admitted. "better than any form of brain washing." he admitted. "you, of course, will be put in the machine, your mind completely wiped. we'll leave you under long enough that there's no chance of recovery of memories. it might fry your brain, but we can work around that i'm sure." he admitted, moving over to her and smirked at her. she couldn't fight back, tied down too firmly.before he could slide the needle into her flesh however, there was a massive flash of bright, eye burning blue light and the rolling sound of the sound barrier being broken. standing in the middle of the room was a man with tangled, thick hair matted with blood and mud. emerald eyes sunk into his skull. pale and covered in cuts, burns and blood. too thin, stomach round and inner thighs dripping with liquid that meant he'd either pissed himself or had gone into labor. he looked like hell to say the least, but Grant would recognize him from Phil's files and Thor's pictures. "...holy fuck it's Loki!"