Hello there, readers, and perhaps some fellow writers! This is, in fact, my first fanfiction. Now I know many writers say that so they don't get a lot of criticism, but I am actually very open to it. I am only 11, and it won't be very good, so if you're looking for professional fanfiction, this is definitely not the place. Now, enough about all this! Go on and read the fanfiction! Hope you enjoy!

He had tried to contact the Avengers, with no such luck. There is only so much you can do when you have multiple broken bones, are kidnapped, and tortured every hour, or as it seemed to Tony Stark. The great Tony Stark, starved, weak, and broken.

Flashback

Tony stated at the wall, deep in thought. All of the other Avengers were out in missions far away from New York; Clint and Natasha in Antarctica, Steve in Germany, Bruce, as the Hulk, of course, was in Africa, all of the newer Avengers, even Peter, we're busy, and Asgard must have a problem, Tony was sure of, seeing as Thor returned to Asgard so quickly, especially with such short notice. Even Pepper was over in Tokyo for a press conference.

He felt alone and extremely left out.

And when you're Tony Stark, what you would always do in this situation is get drunk and do something stupid, but this time Tony just skipped the first part and went straight to doing something stupid. Extremely stupid.

He got in his suit, and decided to fly around, get some shawama, and fight some bad guys, as New York always had a baddie somewhere.

And again that's exactly why he did. He then had one of those stupid Tony Stark thoughts. Tony thought aloud, "Friday, when is Pepper coming back?"

Friday responded in her clear, slightly Irish voice, "Two days, seven hours, and 36 minutes, as long as there are not any delays or problems "

"Long enough. What about the other Avengers?"

"It is hard to know. At least not until after Ms. Potts is back. " Friday again responded in the same tone.

"Then definitely long-" he was cut off by his suit falling out of the sky.

When he hit the ground, he only felt one thing. Pain.

End of Flashback

"Well, well, well. Look what we found. Where the so called Avengers now? Surely they'd save one of their own kind. Oh wait, that's right! You're NOT an Avenger, are you?" said a familiar, cold, snide voice.

"No worry. We can still have plenty of fun, Tony." Tony's arm was yanked extremely hard, sending a shooting pain up to his shoulder. Tony winced at the excruciating pain, but didn't yell out, so that hewouldn't show weakness. He could not show weakness.

A hour of torture, that's how long he was yanked, hit, punched, and whipped. And Tony was sure it would get worse. He was right. All that was going through his brain was pain, pain, pain, and pain. Tony knew his body could and would no longer take it. He let out a long, loud scream, hoping that somebody had heard, and blacked out.

A/N: There we go! The first chapter of hopefully many! Keep in mind, I am still in school, ahead of my grade even, and I need to write multiple essays, sadly none about Marvel. Please follow, favorite, and/or review! Till next time everybody!