Hi, guys! First multi-chap fic time!
Pairings: Pepperony, Clintasha, Bruce/Betty, Jane/Thor, SLIGHT Maria/Steve (I REPEAT, SLIGHT!)

Well, enjoy the story! T for minor adult themes. Like sex! :D And...swearing...A lot...maybe this should be M!
That settles it! M for safety!

Pepper clutched the sheet with one hand and dug her nails into Tony's back with the other hand, arching towards him. She sighed, falling back onto the bed, panting. Tony smirked, breathing heavily. He practically fell beside her. Pepper rolled to her side to look at Tony. He merely waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way. She playfully hit him, "Be a gentleman, Tony Stark."

"A gentleman? What's that? You know me too well," he teased her, tapping her nose lightly. "Besides," he began to kiss her neck again, "This is much more fun." He stood, stretching. "It's three in the afternoon. What possessed us to do this, again?"

She got up as well, pulling out her aching muscles. "I blame you." Muscles she didn't even know she had were twitching inside her. Pepper moaned, feeling herself become turned on as Tony walked across the room. "Put yourself away, Stark."

"My last name is Stark," he rolled his eyes, "Stark naked. Get it? Yeah, it wasn't funny." He laughed, "Steve will be scandalized when we walk back out all disheveled-like."

"Well he is from the forties." Pepper stood in front of her closet, "I think I have a meeting at five."

"With who?"

"The new C.E.O. of Hammer Industries. I'm really surprised it wasn't shut down. He wants to reestablish friendly ties now that Justin's out of the picture." She pulled out a grey skirt, "Does this look professional? You know, never mind," she chuckled at his dumbfounded expression, "It'll be fine."

"A meeting. Again? You always have one. Let's go to Venice. Blow him off."

"We can't. It didn't work last time, it won't work this time. I have responsibilities to Stark Industries and you have responsibilities to the others. We're depended on, Tony."

"Clint and Natasha can take care of each other. Bruce can play in the basement. A high-tech basement. He'll love it! I'll just give Steve an iPhone. That'll keep him confused for a while. I'll give Thor a hammer. We'll see if he tries to enchant it. Please, Pep?"

She pushed away his attempts to swindle her back into their bed, "No, Tony. Jeez," she winked, picking up her briefcase, "I'll be back later. Promise. Then, we'll do something."

His eyes sparkled, "Like-"

Pepper laughed, "Get your head out of the gutter." He grumbled, but said nothing to his girlfriend. She swiftly walked out of the bedroom. When Pepper want through the living room, she realized the house was empty. "Tony, where is everyone?"

He came out, inspecting the area. He nonchalantly shrugged, "No idea." Tony continued to look for them while Pepper got a snack. Finally, he gave up and told her he was going to his workshop with the excuse that they were probably all with Fury. Pepper rolled her eyes and kissed him goodbye and went outside. She unlocked their Ferrari. Settling into the sports car, she sighed, adjusting her mirrors. What she saw wasn't pleasant. A man, standing there. Completely in black. Pepper started the ignition, a bit spooked. When she looked out of the windshield, though, she saw three more men who were wearing black. She revved the car, attempting to scare them out-of-the-way.

One of the men planted something on Tony's car. Pepper peered at it, eyes getting wide. It was flashing and red; characteristics that are never a good sign. She furiously undid her seatbelt, but realized she'd be putting herself in the arms of four men. Pepper assessed her options. Get out and live, but be taken. Or stay in the car and blow up. But why aren't these men running from the bomb? Surely if they got her, she could scream loud enough for Tony to hear her...right? Didn't he heave cameras outside? She saw them smirk and put something over their faces. Masks.

Her eyes widened in horror. Gas. It wasn't a bomb. It was going to release a potentially lethal gas. They'd get her either way. But would it reach her in the car? Scratch that. It would. They planted it on an external vent entrance. Jesus Christ. Pepper was a goner. She took out her phone, dialing Tony quickly. A tear rolled down her cheek. Please pick up, Tony. A moment later, Pepper got his voicemail. She squeezed her eyes shut, "Tony, I-" A loud bang went off. "Uh, yeah. Try to look outside your window. That might be nice." Sarcasm flooded her voice. She didn't want to seem cynical in her possible last words to Tony, assuming these men got her. "I guess I don't say this enough," she saw white gas start coming into the vents. It was going to suffocate her. She would die. "I love you, Tony." She began describing what was happening, what the men looked like, what she thought. Just incase he could get information about them. Pepper was beginning to feel lethargic. She dropped the phone, out of her functional mental state. She felt drunk. Pepper's eyelids slid closed, and she slept.

Pepper awoke in a strange place. It wasn't her car, that's for sure. She was in a room that seemed to be made solely of dirt. Dirt walls, dirt floors, dirt ceiling. A square made of dirt. How anticlimactic. She sat up, rubbing her head. "Where am I?" she whispered to no one. Pepper looked down, observing herself. Still in her suit. They most likely didn't rape her in her sleep. No phone. Obviously. She vaguely remembered the scene in the drive way. "Tony," she stood and ripped off her heels, throwing them into the corner. "Tony." Pepper looked around her room. She had a small bed which looked rather unclean, a toilet, and nothing else. Pepper didn't even have a window.

"No, no, no," she repeated, over and over, clawing at the dirt, "There has to be a way out!"

"Ah,Virginia Potts," someone said. Pepper spun around, looking anxiously at the man standing outside of her cell. Her stomach dropped.

AN: Satisfactory cliffhanger? Anyway, thanks for reading! Flames fuel my hate for grammatical errors! :D