Control

Prologue

"Tony...Stark…"

Tony shot up like a dart from where he had fallen asleep on the couch in his lab.

"What? Who's there?" Tony asked, looking around warily.

"Now, that doesn't matter, does it. Just listen. I know you've had your eye on Doctor Banner since that annoying lady broke up with you and left you in depression. Both you and I know he has his eye on that damn archer."

Tony frowned, a bit intrigued. "Yeah, so what? I'm not jealous...or anything. I'm happy for Bruce!" he muttered, trying to convince himself as much as the voice. "Now seriously, who are you?"

"I am you, Tony. I'm part of your conscience. The deep, dark, wanting part. I know that if Clint gets with Bruce, there's no saying what that traitor archer would do. Now, I'm telling you, if you want Bruce to belong to you, and only you, then you need to do exactly what I say."

"Why would I do that? Like I said, I'm happy for him." Tony said, getting up, and going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. He checked the time. 2:00 P.M.

"Look, Stark. You will listen to me, whether you like it or not." The voice growled, obviously angry.

Tony stiffened as he felt something inside his mind clench, and a cold, deep anger at Clint Barton for even being close to Bruce.

"Yes, that's right. When we're done, Doctor Banner will be all ours…"

Chapter One

"Tony, it's getting pretty late, aren't you going to bed soon? Clint said he'd watch a movie with me at 10, and I don't want to be late." Bruce said, yawning.

Bruce and Tony had been working in the lab all day since six in the morning, only taking breaks for lunch and dinner.

Ever since Loki had gone back to Asgard with Thor, all the Avengers had been staying with Tony in the new Avengers tower. Except Thor, because he was on Asgard.

"Bruce! Come see what I made!" Tony exclaimed, suddenly jumping out of his chair, his dark brown hair sticking everywhere, and his coffee colored eyes wide.

Bruce yawned again with a slight smile, and walked over to where the dark-haired man was standing.

"...Tony, you've made nothing."

Tony chuckled, sounding oddly evil. "What's so- ah!" Bruce cried out as Tony injected a needle into his neck.

"Aww, Tony. What the fuck was that?" Bruce asked, rubbing his neck, feeling woozy.

Tony laughed. "I call it Hulk Diffuser. You can't turn into the Hulk while it's in your bloodstream." Tony explained.

Bruce paled a bit. "And why would you need that?" He asked, dread building up like an icy wall in his stomach.

"So the Other Guy won't get me when I do this." Tony said, and he punched the shorter scientist in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Bruce took in a wheezing breath, laying on the floor. "Tony, stop! Steve! Clin- Oof!" Bruce was cut off by three more kicks to the stomach. "We can't have that happening." He said mockingly.

Tony grabbed a nearby rag off the table. It was covered in oil, grease, and dirt. Bruce shut his mouth tightly, shaking his head. "Tony, stop, please! I'll be quiet, I won't tell anyone!" Bruce pleaded trembling, eyes wide.

Tony took great pleasure in hearing him beg, but he knew he was too far in to stop. He shoved the greasy rag in Bruce's mouth with a grin, and grabbed Bruce by the hair, downing him again with a punch to the stomach.

Bruce couldn't believe this was happening. Tony Stark, his best friend, science buddy, was attacking him!

Why am I not fighting back?

As Bruce tried to stagger to his feet, another push from Tony knocked him back down again.

Why is he doing this?

Tony hmmed for a moment, then got out some rope from under the lab table. He held down Bruce with his foot. Bruce glared at him, trying to twist away from him. Tony leaned down and began tying Bruce's wrist together.

"Good, Brucie. Shh. No one's hurting you." Tony said as Bruce tried to escape his bounds.

You're hurting me! Bruce thought, tears pricking at the edge of his eyes.

"Oh, and don't even try to break this rope. It's intertwined with a gamma dampening material and vibranium. It's impossible." Tony said, reaching up on the lab counter for some more rope to tie Banner's ankles.

As he was reaching for it, Tony accidentally knocked down a heavy lamp from the counter. It hit Bruce squarely on the head.

"Oops." Was all Bruce heard before his world dissolved into darkness.

Bruce woke up, blinking with a groan. He had a huge headache. What had happened? Where was he?

This is most definitely not the lab...why am I tied up? Wait, am I naked? No, I'm wearing pants. Where's my shirt though?

He suddenly remembered last night. Tony had gone crazy and stabbed him with a needle. This sucked.

C'mon, c'mon. Hulk? Bruce thought desperately as he for once in his life tried to communicate with his alter-ego.

Hulk tired…

Well I need you!

Bruce flinched as he heard the door open and slam shut.

"Tony. Where are we? Why are you doing this?! The Avengers and SHIELD will come after you." Bruce growled.

Tony laughed. "You think anyone will care? No one is coming for you. Not even your precious archer. You're mine now."

Bruce flinched at this. Was jealousy the whole reason why Tony kidnapped him?

"Anyway, like the place? I build it a while ago when I was building Stark Towers as a backup place just in case something happened. No one knows about it except for me, you, and my intern, seeing as he works here." Tony said with a smirk.

Bruce shivered as Tony ghosted his fingers over his hairy chest.

"Look Tony, I know Pepper just broke up with you, but-"

Tony's face turned red, and he slapped Bruce across the face. "Don't you dare even bring that up!" he yelled, grabbing Bruce's hair and yanking it.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, please let go!" Bruce hissed as Tony clenched his salt and pepper hair in a tight grip. Tony took a deep breath.

"I think you deserve a punishment for that Brucie. Seeing as I have no one else to fuck now that that bitch Pepper left me." Tony said in a suggestive voice, taking off his shirt.

No, no, no!

Tony's pants fell to the ground, and Bruce was horrified.

"Tony, don't!"

The philanthropist smirked. "Too late Brucie. Shouldn't of said anything, huh?"

Steve sat down on the couch, where half of the team was assembled. "I can't believe Bruce moved out without telling any of us." He said quietly.

Clint shrugged, with a small scowl. "It was bound to happen soon. He didn't feel comfortable around so many people. I'm a bit confused though, because he seemed eager to watch that movie with me yesterday. He never showed up."

Natasha frowned. "I don't think that was the case. The handwriting of the note is a bit off to me. Like someone forged it. He left the majority of his things, and his bag with his things is still in his room. I think we should look in the lab, because I am positive Banner didn't leave voluntarily."

Steve looked grim. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting Banner was kidnapped."

Edited 4/23/16

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