*gasps* What is this? Two updates in two days? How can it be? I do not know.
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"What do you mean, Tony's gone? How? When?" Bruce asked, panic beginning to set in. Tony couldn't be gone. He just couldn't. This was Tony. Deep breaths, he told himself. Deep breaths. He wanted so badly to just let the Hulk loose right now, to let him go and tear these people apart piece by piece. He wanted to see Hulk holding their dead bodies, and that scared him. He hadn't known he cared this much.
"I- I- I don't know! I j- just woke up to some banging, a- and then I noticed Tony wasn't in bed, s- so I went to look for him, a- and now he's just gone!" she wailed, interrupting his thoughts. Tears were streaming down her face. This was Pepper Potts, the woman who had helped Tony through Afghanistan. She was strong, so seeing her break down like this was about as disconcerting as a child watching his mother be killed by their father (Bruce had personal experience with that one). It was wrong.
"Jarvis, wake up Steve, tell Fury to get the rest here ASAP, and start going through the security cameras' footage," Bruce said, slowing his breaths. He had to stay calm. For Pepper. He would be able to let the Hulk loose later, once they found Tony. Then, once he had ripped his captors to shreds, would they both be satisfied. But for now, he just had to breathe. Breathe. Wasn't that what Tony told him? Be angry, be emotional, just make sure to breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Tony took in a shaking breath. He had no idea where he was and the only thing that provided light was the raw, unadulterated glow coming from the arc reactor, shining clearly due to the fact his shirt was torn to shreds, only a few scraps hanging from his bloodied torso. He was pretty sure some of his broken, or bruised at the least, due to the passionate pain that was radiating from his chest. If he could get a thorough analysis of his wounds before his captors returned, his chances of escaping would increase by 20%. Most failed escape attempts were due to unknown injuries. His wrist was most likely broken, along with a twisted ankle. Concussion- probable. Other than that, everything was fine. He would just have to be careful. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. All he had to do was breathe. You're not in a cave in Afghanistan, you are someplace else. Breathe. You are not going to be tortured. Breathe. No one's going to die because of you. Breathe. No one's going to get hurt, except for yourself, which is fine. Breathe. The Avengers will come get you. Breathe. They have too. Breathe. You're not alone. Breathe. Relax. Breathe. Think of Pepper. Breathe. But what if- No. Don't go there. Breathe. You'll get out soon. Breathe. His mantra was interrupted by someone entering. The lights flickered on, causing him to flinch. When he saw who his captor was, his eyes widen, and his heart started pounding. All hope left him at the sight of him. He wasn't getting out.
When Steve woke up to a siren blaring 'Avengers Assemble', he knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep that night. Not that he got that much anyways, but still. He also knew he was in trouble when he saw Pepper crying and Bruce ont the verge of hulking out. Pepper never cried. Never. This officially scared the crud out of him. He took a deep breath and got up the guts to ask what was wrong. Although, considering the situation, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"What's wrong? What happened? Where's Tony?" he asked, just now noticing the absence of the inventor.
"He's gone," Bruce growled.
"What do you mean, he's gone? Did he cheat on Pepper? What's going on?"
"He's been stolen. Someone took Tony."
Great. Just fantastic.
"Tony, my good man. So nice to see you again. How is that lovely Pepper of yours? And that team? Impeccable performance earlier in New York, by the way. And the way you risked your meaningless life for the world? Fantastic. I honestly thought you were dead, but no. Can't let anybody be happy, now can you? Oh, what's got you down in the dumps? Surprised to hear that nobody likes you? Well, you shouldn't. It is rather obvious, don't you think? The way your supposed 'team' will go off on you because of another failed mission? And I love how you never defend yourself. It shows the true coward you are. Yes, never bother to tell them that there were two buildings or that your comm broke because you guys were using the S.H. .D. products instead of your indestructible Stark Tech. You are rather large failure, aren't you? Waiting for a team that will never come... Pathetic. Do us all a little favor, Tony, and grow up. You don't deserve to be alive. So stop trying to kid yourself. You are just a tool. They don't need Tony Stark, they need Ironman, who is rather easy to replace. Now, go to sleep. I want you to be fresh for tomorrow morning. We will be very busy preparing the camera. Nighty night."
So. This took about an hour... If you liked it, I would appreciate a review. Please? Also, with the breathing and everything, it just kinda popped out of nowhere. Like this next item: I need an OC. A news reporter who has no restrict. One who is willing to pry into the Avengers life and yank every secret out. So, suggestions? I was thinking kinda snarky, but more evil than Tony. Give it a go! Winner gets... umm... I'll figure that out later. But OC's, please? Also, some of you are guessing that the villain is Ross or something, but at the time I posted the last chapter, I knew about as much as you. I don't know who he is. Well, I kinda do now, but it's complicated. I weally weally wuv you guys. Also, anyone want to try to make me some cover art?
Fwends,
~BreezyForever