It was a routine job. Go into the bar undercover, get the enough info to stand up against a conviction, get out. Tony was good at undercover work, problem was that every time he did it, it backfired on him. This time was no different.

Three guys surrounded him, one grabbing him from behind in a headlock, the other two lackeys taking that exact moment to join in, one punch 'taking no prisoners' and winding him. Unable to breathe his mind began to tunnel vision, he couldn't hear anything properly, all noises were dulled. Then his training kicked in. His mind sparked back into life, adrenaline surged in like a massive caffeine hit making him feel more alert. Despite the pain he took a deep breath and held it until his lungs kick started again. Then he flipped in toward the guy behind him, ducking under his arm, grabbing the guys wrist along the way. *Pop* with his elbow dislocated guy 1 was no longer a threat. The other two however were still a problem. They hadn't stopped taking turns hitting him and he was feeling a dull pain all over. Now he was registering the noise in the background. Not constant, but frequent, and loud. A pain-filled, desperate scream that made his heart skip when he recognised the voice. Tony!