I got this idea when I went to a play and saw the setting. It was set to be in an old church in the Appalachians (a Southern Gothic mystery) and the light from the window they had hanging from the ceiling was just perfect and it was a bench and some chairs... It was just beautiful and I wanted my camera and time alone with the set soooo badly. And this is what came of it.

While Being Held Captive

'These people are idiots,' Tony thought pacing around the concrete room.

'They leave me in this room with a single window, a chair, and rope. Ok, so they expected that they could keep me contained by tying me to a chair, but still. The only thing they did right was remove my bracelets so I can't call the suit and remove my tech, well except for my camera. The point is I'm bored and in an empty room alone with my camera. Wait, of course, camera!'

Tony stooped pacing and dug into his pockets and pulled out the compact camera he had designed personally. Usually he worked with one of his larger DSLRs, but when he was going to be in the suit or somewhere he couldn't just carry a large camera, he used the one he designed himself. It was small like a compact camera, but it had a large sensor like a DSLR. It was light weight and had a sturdy tripod built into it as well as a shutter trigger. It's flash was slightly larger than a normal flash, and could have it's angle adjusted. It was sleek and perfect for traveling and impromptu shoots, like now.

Smirking, Tony worked quickly. He moved the table over to where the light from the window was streaming through and placed it so the light ran across it. He took out his camera's tripod and angled it so it would capture the light streaming in and the table, but not add a shadow to the setting. He moved the chair into the opposite corner and started stripping. He set his coat down on the back of the chair and kicked off his shoes. He took off his undershirt and slipped his unbuttoned shirt back on. Sighing, he ditched his socks and undid his belt and unzipped his pants. His pants slid down and hung off his hips. Smirking again, Tony sauntered over to the table, grabbing the rope off the floor. He picked up his camera's trigger and moved the screen out so he could see it from the front. He climbed up in the table and stretched out on his back. He wrapped the rope around his wrists and put his hands above him. He crossed one of his legs over and twisted his hips around slightly. Tony gave the camera a pout and pressed the trigger in his hand. Hearing the shutter click, Tony then thrust his chest into the air and threw the camera a look of desperation. He took a few more photos of himself on the table before he decided that he wad pushing his luck. After redressing, Tony moved everything back to their original places. He slipped his camera back into his coat pocket and wrapped the rope.

He waited three hours (30 minutes) until his capturers came into the room.

"Mr. Stark," the man said with a hint of a European accent, "You want to tell me about the US military's secrets?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Dude, you got the wrong guy for that. I don't do anything for them anymore."

The big guy circled around Tony, "Oh, but I think you do."

"Yeah, but I don't."

"Then what is SHIELD?"

"Not the military. Double check your facts before you start talking. You sound like an idiot when you don't. Now, since you want answers about the military, which SHIELD is not, and I have nothing to do with the military, I think we are done here so you can let me go now."

Apparently the big guy had a short temper because next thing Tony knew, his space was being invaded by the guy's face. He was yelling, and Tony suddenly checked out and stopped listening. The guy's face was getting redder and redder. Tony dropped the rope and slowly slid his hand into his coat pocket. The guy still yelling in his face. Turning it on, Tony raised the camera and pressed the shutter button. The guy froze when he heard the click. Stepping back, he glared at Tony and looked like he was ready to explode. Tony took another picture.

"Mr. Stark," He huffed through gritted teeth, "Would you kindly put the camera down?"

Tony took another picture, "Nope. These shots are great."

His kidnapper flexed all his muscles and stomped over to Tony. Tony kept snapping, his photographer senses taking priority over his little amount of self preservation, again. The the man had his arm out and his hand around Tony's neck, surprising Tony, but not enough to drop his camera. Tony simply kept snapping, making sure to get the angry glint in the guy's eye as well as the entirety of his murderous glare. Still snapping, Tony noticed his vision was slowly getting spotty and almost didn't notice the guy suddenly releasing him.

Tony shook his head as he tried to fully register what was going on. A few long seconds later, he was taking pictures of Captain America knocking the guy out with his SHIELD and Loki coming in to make sure Tony was alright.

"Lover!" Tony said happily and slightly deprived of oxygen. He kept shooting and did a happy dance inside when he took the picture of his kidnapper on his knees begging Cap to spare him. A few moments, and pictures, later Tony was being led out of his concrete cell and back to civilization.

He was still taking pictures when Steve turned around to check on Tony and was greeted with the sound of a shutter closing.

Steve sighed, "Really Tony, even while captured, it really didn't occur to you that it wasn't the time to take pictures."

Tony shrugged, "I got bored."

One of my favorite completely-out-of-it Tony phrases is "Lover!" I read it somewhere once (wish I could remember where) and I fell in love with that phrase, it's just so Tony. Hope you liked it, please review!