Author's Note:

So..this is my first story. It's based on a dream/nightmare I had once. I just thought... 'Hey, that'd make a good story, so yeah .. There it it.

I'd like reviews, but don't think that you must. I don't know how often updates will happen, but I will make them as often as possible :D

"Mr. Stark...Tony...Hey...wake up..." a muffled voice seemed to whisper to him.

"Huuuhh...?" Tony muttered, blinking and tilting his head around slightly. It took him only a moment to register that he was not at home. He was in...what was he in? A cave? Maybe... His hands were chained by leather cuffs, held closed by padlocks, above his head. He was laying on a cot, or a gurney, he couldn't tell. Nevertheless, it was very uncomfortable and he didn't quite care for his situation. He looked up to find a younger male before him, a person who was foreign to him. He didn't look like anybody Tony had ever seen.

"Where...am I..?" Tony managed through the haze, he felt like he had been asleep for days, it was a rough, foggy feeling, blurring the edge of his thoughts.

"You're right where I want you, Mr. Stark" the man responded, uncovering a movie screen. "You see, you're under my complete jurisdiction now, and as such, I will put you through a series of tests."

Stark rolled his eyes at that, 'This guy wouldn't be so cocky if I were free' he thought to himself.

"Kay...so start the tests. I'm smart, let's get this over with" he said smugly.

"Look alive, sunshine" he muttered. The man motioned to the screen, where shown in a sickly greenish tint, was Hawkeye. The male seemed to be asleep, or unconscious, there was something off about the way he was laying, he seemed to be keeping himself off his shoulder. Tony frowned, why, oh why must they always bring friends into this torture?

"Okay, so let me go figure out your stupid test" Stark demanded, getting impatient.

The man stepped forward and nodded, "Right after this" he stated, prying Tony's mouth open, he placed dental hooks into his mouth to keep it open. Taking a pair of dirty looking pliers from a nearby table, he picked a tooth from the back of Tony's mouth, pinched the tool around it, and yanked the tooth from his mouth. Tony couldn't help but scream out, he tried to close his mouth to keep in the cry of pain, but the hooks prevented that. After discarding the tooth and the tool, the abductor brought forth a white, powdery substance. 'Cocaine...?' Tony thought, 'Salt...' he concluded, that being a more practical thought. The man applied the salt to the wound, causing the pain to flare up like fire. Tony screamed out again. The abductor removed the dental hooks and the wrist binds, escorting Tony to the room where Clint lay, shirtless and unconscious.

"Hey...Legolas..wake up" Tony muttered, as the door was shut and locked behind him.

Barton shifted slightly, blinking furiously as his sensitive eyes adjusted to the hospital-esque lighting.

"Dammit Stark...turn the lights down, you're gonna blind me..." he hissed.

"I would if I could...but..I need you to sit up for me" Tony said, noticing..something protruding from his shoulder.

Clint sat forward, not bein able to lean far before there was a yank and his entire form stopped. His chest and stomach exploded in pain as his insides seemed to b compressed together by something. Tony looked at his shoulder, and stringing from an outlet, into Hawkeye's body, was a wire. Stark hesitated and frowned, where this wire was strung, and what it led to, was anyone's guess, all he knew was that it needed to come out, now.

Clint turned to Tony, eyes full of a sickening, bone-chilling fear. "T-Ton..." he managed before he fell back into a fit of convulsions, the sounds of sparking omitting from his body.