He'd gone to the hideout in a rush. He'd gotten a message, one that made him want to panic, punch walls, something. And he couldn't. He needed to plan. He needed to get help.
"Eddie? I need you to see if you can trace something. The kid... the one that... He was... Eddie..."
Steve looked around, saw the laptop. He didn't know how he knew. He just did. He felt a sinking, but went to the table and stared at the screen. Then he reached up and clicked the play button.
"...Dammit Eddie." He pushed from the table. "Dammit!" He paced, hand running through his hair. Then he looked back to the video and sighed. "All right... I have to go to New York. And you're damned well denied permission to die on me." He took up the folder, but didn't open it yet.
"All right." He took up his cell phone, dialed the number. As soon as it was picked up, he said. "Hello ladies... Sorry, but I could really use your help. I have someone..." Steve jerked his spine straight when he heard a whipcrack and a muffled scream on the other side of the line. "Oh. So sorry, didn't mean to catch you at work... No, it's fine. I just need help... No, "Stevie" does not need that kind of help. This is serious. I'm about to walk into a trap and someone important to me are caught in it and there's Eddie also... So I need your help..." He nodded even though they could not see it, his tone entirely business now. "Yes. By all means, beat him unconscious and I'll give you details. I'll wait."
That was two more in his corner than he had before. He just needed to plan how to pull this off without any on his team getting killed.