AN: New story that i've been writing in my spare time. please don't expect constant updates, as my fanfiction muses are prone to flights of fancy, as readers of my fic Run Away (please don't kill me, run away fans, i know its been forever since i updated) probably already know, and even when i do write, i'm not always prompt at getting it typed up. Feel free to pester me about it as much as you want though, until I tell you otherwise, as it may serve as motivation for my muses.
If anyone wants to use my ideas, here is the basic idea. if you want to use it, please send me the name of the fic, and no plagiarism please.
Summary: Tony was rendered mute in Afghanistan when his vocal cords are cut out. By the time Tony can get to a hospital, 2-and-a-half months later, its to late to do anything. So he tells no one. Several years later, the Avengers are captured, and Tony's translator is broken/confiscated.
Requirements: *Only Pepper/Rhodey know.
*Tony is young(Afghan happened in teens)(19 in this fic)
*Tony knows multiple forms of sign language, and ridiculous amounts of spoken languages
*The Avengers are all really protective over tony.
Prologue
Tony
"If a sound comes out of your mouth that isn't a 'Yes', I'll cut out your vocal cords." The man threatened in heavily accented English, trailing a knife down my collarbone. I bit back a whimper at the pain.
I liked my voice, thank you very much, and i know enough about medicine to say it would be much to late to save my ability to speak by the time I would next see a hospital, if i ever do again.
My breath hitched as the blade the man held was trailed down my side, tracing my ribs and hurting like hell. I had gotten distracted and hadn't been prepared for the pain.
The man laughed at my flinch. "Oh, Did that hurt?" he plunged the blade deeper into my chest, forcing me to bite back a scream, desperately hoping he missed everything vital. Smirking, the man twisted the blade. This time I was unable to hold in my cry.