Guyyysssss. I'm bored. Sorry.

I keep updating, and no one even wants to read this.

OHHH WELLL

This chapter is mostly about Lucas.

FOR SOME FUCKING REASON, MY FUCKING DOC WON'T WORK FOR ITALICS.

REVISED: 4/24/16

This chapter needed a ton of work. Bleh. Plus it was hard to do the memories in first pov then switch to third...

Lucas heard Bruce's yell of agony as he could hear Tony talking indistinctly, then silence as Tony shut the door behind him. Lucas winced and hid in the bathroom just in case Tony held to him saying he was going to strap him to a lab table. He had hated that.

Tony used to be moderately nice...what happened to him? I'm sorry Bruce, but I promise I'll help you escape.

Lucas heard a knock on the door, and paused before opening it. The barrel of a gun stared him right in the face. He froze, eye widening, stumbling back a few steps.

iI watched in despair as my adopted brother, Raven, struggled against his kidnapper's arms, trying hard to fight back.

My friends Francis, Xavier, and Ginger, staying around me in a protective circle. I didn't need their protection. No! I needed Raven out of there safely.

Julius looked at me warily. "Please, just turn around and leave. I don't want to have to hurt you, your friends, or Raven." he said.

"Fuck this." The man with the beard had said, and pulled out a gun. He had held it against Raven's head, finger on the trigger.

"You either leave or your brother dies. And you better not tell anyone, or else I'll kill you. " He snarled, his voice menacing.

I took a step back in shock.. "Jake, don't be rash!" Julius snapped at his partner.

I took in a shuddering breath. "I- I'll leave...and I won't tell anyone."

Raven's mismatched eyes were wide as I stood there as Jake carried him away. Once out of sight, I heard Raven screaming and crying and then a single BANG, followed by an audible wail. I fell onto my knees sobbing.

"Oh, Raven. I'm sorry." I knew I had to tell someone, but when they'd kill me. How would my dad feel, losing two children in a year? He had already lost my older sister, and it wouldn't be fair.

Maybe, my brother wasn't dead. But I couldn't tell. There was no body, just blood left over. Then, two years later, that crazy guy named Loki tried to take over New York. My dad died in that leaving me and my twin sister Victoria as orphans. I had escaped the orphanage six months later, and run onto the streets when I met Tony Stark. He offered me a job as his intern, and I said yes.

The first few months he was great, but then something happened. He began beating Lucas up regularly. Even strapped him to the lab table for a day. And now, here was Tony standing in front of Lucas, with the barrel of a gun pointed in his face.

"Let's go." Tony snarled, grabbing Lucas's hoodie and dragging him along with him to the labs.

The next morning Lucas was staring at the ceiling, waiting for Tony to come free him. Last night, his boss had strapped him down to the lab table and left him there for the night. The steel was uncomfortable for Lucas to sleep on, and every time he fell asleep, he had nightmares. He moves around a little, shivering as he felt the chill of steel creep under his shirt.

"Uhm, Mr. Stark? Sir? Can you release me now please?" Lucas called, looking at the video camera mounted in the corner of the room. There was no answer, and Lucas sighed.

Oh, crap. This headache sucks…I'm not looking forwards to that torture. I'm practically burning up right now. My neck hurts…

Bruce had woken up that morning with a killer headache, and he could barely think straight.

Bruce groaned as the door opened, and someone, probably Tony, entered the room. He undid the blindfold. Yeah, it was Tony. He untied the leash from the bedpost, and Bruce winced as his neck throbbed in agony. His wincing made it hurt more.

"Hey Brucie," Tony said, looming over Bruce with a sickening grin. "You excited for today?"

Bruce hissed in pain as Tony tugged on one of the ropes. He couldn't do this today.

"Please...no." Bruce whispered, screwing his eyes closed tightly, his headache making him see spots. Tony gave him an odd look, and twitched.

What's wrong with him?

Who cares? You listen to me now, remember. We will just give him some medicine and continue the day as normal.

"Bruce, you okay?" Tony said, resting his hand on Bruce's head. Bruce was literally burning up!

"Are you okay? You kidnapped me, remember? Plus, your eyes keep flashing blue, and you seem like you have multi-personalities. It's like you're...not in control…" Bruce babbled on.

Tony flinched with a growl, and grabbed Bruce by throat. "Don't say that again." he said, tightening his grip until Bruce was nodding rapidly, his face starting to turn blue from lack of air.

Banner is too smart for his own good, Tony thought scowling, and untied Bruce's ankles helping Bruce to his feet. He unbuckled the collar and leash, but left his wrists tied just in case Bruce was faking, and hoping Tony would untie his wrists so he could attack Tony.

Or maybe Tony was just paranoid.

Bruce was pretty much leaning completely on Tony, and Tony realized just how much weight Bruce had lost. He took Bruce out to the living room laying him out on the cool couch, hoping to bring his temperature down a bit.

Tony paced in the living room, before going to the kitchen and getting out the thermometer he kept in the cupboards. He rinsed it before putting it under Bruce's tongue. Bruce was way out of it, and was blinking drowsily.

Bruce was struggling to stay awake. He was nearly asleep when a beeping sound threw him out of his almost slumber.

"Bruce. Open your mouth." Tony's voice came clear into Bruce's ear, and Bruce's heart-rate sped up.

No! I'm tired of being hurt, please no more.

Bruce felt tears prick at the edge of his eyes, and clenched his teeth to stop himself from crying.

"Bruce! Stop biting my thermometer." Tony growled, prying Bruce's mouth open to get the thermometer. He could feel Bruce shivering under his touch, and were those tears in Bruce's eyes? Why is he crying?

"102." Tony said quietly to himself, going back to the kitchen and washing it off in warm water. He checked the cupboards, for Tylenol to lower the fever. None. He needed to buy some medicine.

I guess I have no choice, Tony thought angrily.

Tony unlocked the lab, and strolled in. He looked at Lucas for a moment, and began undoing the straps on the table.

"Lucas, I need you to watch Bruce. He's sick and I need to go and buy medicine. He's on the couch. Don't wake him up, and I swear Lucas, if you even get any ideas about calling anyone, I will beat both of you before you can say 'Help.'"

Lucas nodded, gulping, and Tony dragged him to the living room, pushing him onto the couch, and grabbing his keys. He took Lucas's phone, but In the rush left his own on top of the microwave.

Lucas waited three minutes before going to the kitchen and taking Tony's phone. He knew the password was "JARVIS", so he typed it in quickly, and scrolled through the contacts.

He dialed the first Avenger's number he saw. Hawkeye.

"Clint. Your phone is ringing." Natasha said, sitting next to Thor.

Thor had come back last week, and was very concerned about the Bruce, and promised to smash Tony's face in, except in more elegant wording.

Clint jogged to where his phone was on the couch, and picked up. "Hello? If this is a fan-call, please hang up now. I don't have time." He snapped, not caring if he sounded mean. It had been months since tony kidnapped Bruce, and Clint wanted Bruce back now.

I think I love Bruce, Clint had realized around month three of missing Bruce.

"Hello? Uhm, I'm Lucas. I'm Tony Stark's intern, and I'm looking for umm, Hawkeye." The voice came with a slight tremble. Clint scoffed. Yeah. This is him."

"I found Dr. Bruce Banner." Lucas said, his voice full of distress.

"Prove it." Clint says, ignoring Natasha's curious look. He didn't need false hope.

There was a distant "Dr. Banner, wake up. It's Hawkeye." Followed by groans of pain.

"Clint. Please hurry." Bruce sounded drowsy and sick, his voice rough.

"Crap. He's back! I'm sorry, I gotta hang up now!" Lucas exclaimed, and Clint heard the sound of a door unlocking.

"What the hell Lucas! Who the fuck are you on the phone with? I thought I told you about that!"

Clint could faintly hear an enraged Tony and the crash of something falling to the ground.

There was a loud gunshot, and Lucas screamed, and the phone fell to the ground, breaking. The phone cut off.

"Who was it?" Thor asked loudly.

"More importantly, what did they want?" Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes.

"A boy named Lucas. He found Bruce, and is currently with him. We need to track the call immediately, and call S.H.I.E.L.D!" Clint yelled, feeling frustrated, happy, and angry all at once.

Maybe there was hope.

So, I fixed that chapter. Yay!