Hello! This is my first Avengers Fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy it!

TW: Torture

Tony Stark spit his own thick blood onto the cold cement floor. He had been bleeding internally for quite some time now; a side effect of the merciless torture he had been enduring for the last few hours. The treatment he received at this dump made Afghanistan look like a mere play date.

The blood was starting to dry, fading away like an insignificant memory. It was now one of the hundreds of other stains tainting the room, and the billionaire realized with a start how many people had lost their lives strapped to the same table that he was on now. They had all been tortured and hopeless, too. Nobody had come to save them.

A short, hairy man in a white lab coat entered the room and stopped in directly in front of the playboy. His face was aglow with malicious grin, but his black eyes seemed cold and dead.

"Herr Stark, what a pleasure it is to make your acquaintance." said the evil scientist in heavily accented German. "As a child my life's dream was to make weapons for Stark Industries, but you made that impossible."

Tony could not believe what he was hearing. He had just been kidnapped and tortured, was this guy seriously trying to make small talk with him?

"You bastards will regret this when my suit gets here." This comment amused the German a great deal, and he let out something that sounded like a hybrid between a chuckle and a hack.

"I hate to call your bluff Herr Stark, but your puny little suits will save you now. You are no fool; I assume that you have already discovered our little electro-magnetic barrier." Tony ground his teeth. He had known that his suit was not coming, and now he had confirmation why.

A scream tore out of his mouth as the whip came down across his back. The former playboy had been so lost in his own thought that he did not see the electrically supercharged strip of metal speeding towards him.

As he writhed in blindingly painful misery the scientist crouched near his ear and whispered gleefully,"Yes, yes. Based off of Ivan Vanko's designs. Of course you already knew that." He let out a sickening laugh. "But what you do not most likely know is that he worked for ussss." He carried out the s sounding almost like a snake.

Tony was beginning to feel lightheaded. Between the torture and lack of food, water, and sleep his body was giving out. Red spots danced before his eyes, and he could have sworn that the scientist uttered the words "Hail Hydra" before everything went black.

His skin was freezing and his lungs were burning. The concrete came into contact with his shoulder, and he heard a sickening crack. Pain seared through him, but it felt dull compared to the earlier events. Tony realized with a shudder that something was wrong. He felt different somehow, but he just couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Scientists speaking rapid German were all around him; their voices mixing together until none of it could be understood.

The super-hero forced open his eyes, and was greeted by flood of bright light. All eyes were on him; waiting expectantly.

Tony pushed a mop of brown hair out of his face and looked around, attempting to get his bearings. He was in another concrete room, probably at the same base, and this time with many spectators. At the back of the room sat two capsules connected by a vast series of wires. They were about seven foot tall each and filled with green gel. The same gel that he was covered in.

Using his good arm, the inventor forced himself to his feet. He was not wearing any clothes, which would normally be humiliating, but at this point he couldn't care less. What did worry him was that something was still wrong, and he did not know what.

The genius threw on his best glare, crossed his arms, and jumped back in surprise. He had felt it when he crossed his arms; the fact that his chest was not flat.

'You idiot!' he chastised himself. He had been so fixated on observing his surroundings and formulating a plan of escape that he had failed to notice that those f***ing Hydra scientists had turned him female.

He clutched his body, telling himself none of it was real, that it was some f***ed up illusion, like Wanda's. But he was lying to himself and he knew it. Everything was too realistic to be magic-induced. Oh shit, now he was hyperventilating, he was about to lose control.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" he screamed and immediately regretted it. His voice was too high, and the sound of it scared him further.

"What do you mean, Stark?" asked the same scientist who had tortured him earlier with the Whiplash. "Your old body was too frail; you terribly needed an upgrade." He cocked a toothy grin. "We were not going to let the great Tony Stark die on us, not when you could be used for so much more." He put such an emphasis on the last word that it made Tony's stomach squirm.

"Fix me!" he screamed again, knowing it was a futile effort.

The scientist chuckled. "I am afraid that is not possible, Stark." He hit a button on what appeared to be a control panel and the green capsule to the left opened. The gel spilled onto the floor and a body-Tony's body-fell out. It wasn't breathing.

They had killed his body. There was no going back.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away The Head sat in an office, watching the scenario unfold over a live video stream. The phone on the desk rang and The Head answered, already knowing what it was about.

"Your Highness," came the German voice, "Stark is not taking the transition well."

"I can see that!" The Head shot back, voice bristling with anger.

A pause. The growing tension was becoming unbearable. The German finally mustered the courage to ask, "What shall we do?" His voice shook, terrified of his superior.

Through ground teeth The Head replied, "Wipe him."

Wow that was intense! I'll try to get next chapter up soon. Please follow and review! All reviews, even negative ones, help. I will respond to all memeber reviews.