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TONY'S FATE

Tony woke in a dark, musty room, the arc reactor cast shadows across the floor. His head ached, his wrists stung. He tried to move and realised that he was tied to the small chair. He groaned; the pain in his head, more agitating than anything.

'How's your head?'

The voice startled Tony, he shifted his gaze, his eyes having trouble focussing in the dark. The light of his arc reactor didn't do much to illuminate the man who spoke.

'I'll live.' Tony muttered.

The man laughed in the dark. Tony squinted, straining harder to make out which direction the voice was coming from.

'Well, we're going to have to do something about that, aren't we?' The man whispered, loud enough for Tony to hear.

'What do you want?' Tony muttered. He bit his lip, he was terrified. He hoped that his voice didn't give him up.

'Well you see, Tony, I just want you out of the picture.' The man answered.

Tony inhaled deeply, he knew this man was serious, he made no requests, no threats, didn't force him to build or make anything. He just wanted him dead. And he had nothing to bargain.

'Who are you?' Tony asked, not really wanting or needing to know, he just wanted time to think, think about the situation he was in. He didn't see a way out, he didn't even think there was one. He was never faced with a challenge he couldn't face, or a problem he couldn't solve. He just needed time. Maybe a push in the right direction, just like Fury had given him when he couldn't find a replacement for the palladium that was killing him. He just needed a few minutes to think.

'You know who I am.' Came the answer.

Tony froze at this, he had no idea, no one came to mind. Everyone who he had thought was ballsy enough to do this, who knew where The Avengers would be, was out of the question, they were all men who wanted his power, his inventions and creations. No one wanted him gone without asking anything in return.

'You have me mistaken.' Tony muttered, he knew it was a complete lie, he was Tony Stark, everyone knew him. He almost laughed at what he said, he was completely helpless. And he finally let it show.

The man laughed, he put a hand on Tony's shoulder and gently squeezed it.

'Ah, Tony, still the same humour I see.' He laughed.

Tony looked down at the shadows his arc reactor cast, he found comfort in the small patterns which covered the floor. He focussed on one of the shapes. It seemed to get bigger, brighter, he looked up for the source of the light, before he could pin point it the glass from the small window shattered, he felt the hand on his shoulder pull back, he was clearly surprised by this, just as he was. The sound of the helicopter outside became louder, someone had come for him? The door was busted open, and three men rushed in. The dark room was secured and Tony felt someone behind him, releasing his hands from the ropes.

'Come on, Tony, you're ok.' Steve said firmly grabbing his shoulder to comfort him. He left his side to look for the man who held Tony.

'Where is he?' Tony asked, looking around, squinting, his vision was letting him down, the knock to his head must have been worse than he thought. He stood up, dizziness took over and he began to sway, Bruce grabbed a hold of him and hauled his arm over his shoulder.

'He got out, we didn't get him. Who was he?' Bruce whispered as they hurried Tony out, they secured the building, but they could never be too sure.

'I, I don't know.' He stuttered, he felt the nausea intensifying.

'Come on.' Bruce helped him outside.

The crisp night air was a relief to Tony, almost too much, he felt his legs give way and he fell to his knees, Bruce tried to help him up, but he couldn't stop Tony from falling. He dug his fingers into the cold grass and felt his head spin. He breathed in deeply, not able to control himself, he threw up. Steve ran up to the both of them, and helped Bruce pick Tony up. They ran him to the S.H.I.E.L.D helicopter which had landed just outside of the border of the small fence he had chased Natasha through earlier.

Once inside he leaned back and closed his eyes, the helicopter lifted off the ground and immediately felt sick. Vertigo was one of his most hated sensations. He had been shot at, bombed and chased, but this feeling always made him cringe.

He felt a hand on his arm, he cracked his eyes open and looked over, Natasha. She smiled weakly at him.

'Romanov.' He smiled. 'Feeling guilty are we?' he joked.

'Just a bit.' She teased.

He closed his eyes, and massaged his temple with his thumb. Despite the laugh they just shared, he felt the air in the car go tense. Steve and Bruce sat in the front, letting silence take the team over. He felt relief wash over him, they had done what he hoped they would. But he couldn't shake the feeling of dread which seemed to flood every crevice of his mind. Who did this? Who wanted him dead? Why did his voice seem so familiar? So many questions unanswered, yet he had no strength to think about it now. He would think about it when he woke up, when he saw Pepper. He let sleep take over.