"Loki! No, please! Stop!"
The god just smirked, continuing in his work with the knives. Blood ran down Tony's body in rivers of crimson, coating his body in a mass of red.
The blade broke skin again, this time even closer to the face than the last one. The god was seemingly trying to make sure that no part of his body was left unharmed. And, unfortunately, he was doing a damn good job. Tony screamed as a clenched fist slammed into his ribcage, the sound of the bone snapping creating a harsh crack that echoed off the walls. "What do you want?!" Loki smiled. "I want you to suffer, to feel the pain I did." Another fist slammed into his stomach, and Tony fell into the numbing blackness. He was on the table, this time, not restrained but yet cornered against the wall, Loki in front and the cool stone in back, long, pale arms penning him in. Loki leaned forward, towards Tony, and the genius turned his head away, only to be met with a hard backhand to the face that forced him to turn back to Loki. The god pressed his lips against Tony's ear, and Tony froze as Loki bit down. Hard. "You. Are. Mine." He struggled against the hands pinning him to the wall, pressing desperately against the god who was holding him so. The hands tightened around his wrists, almost to the breaking point. "If you wish to keep your hands, Stark, I suggest that you stop moving." Tony surged forward, and to his surprise, the hands gave, and suddenly the god was off balance.
Tony jumped forward, knocking Loki onto his back against the floor. He wrapped his hands around that pale neck, squeezing tighter and tighter. The god's eyes widened in surprise, and he started coughing.
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Tony!"
He felt himself being ripped backwards, off of the god he had finally managed to pin down. He felt four large arms dragging him towards a table, and he struggled violently.
"No! You don't get to do this to me again!"
"Tony, it's me. Steve."
"Bullshit," shot Tony, struggling even harder. He landed a well-placed kick and an elbow, and the hands released him for a moment as the men holding him grunted in pain, bending over to clutch their abdomens.
Tony ran out the glass door and into a white hallway and tore down it like the devil himself was chasing him. He rounded a corner, and then he felt a sharp stinging in his neck.
He reached up to pull out a dart, and then the world faded into black.
He woke up to the heart monitor's steady pulsing.
Beep... beep... beep... beep.
He opened his eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light.
He went to sit up, only to find his hands and chest restrained, as well as his legs and feet.
He began to panic.
No, no, no, no, no!
He pulled against the cuffs, but there was no give. He was trapped.
Just then, the door slid open, and a familiar face stepped in.
"Bruce?"
"Yeah, it's me. How you feeling, Tony?"
"Been better," he grunted. "What's with these?" he asked, pulling against the restraints for emphasis.
Bruce's face darkened slightly.
"Well?"
Tony laughed, to Bruce's surprise. It escalated quickly, to the point where Tony was having trouble breathing.
"Tony, you need to calm down before you upset your ribs. We just set them in place yesterday."
"I... Tony Stark... pinned Natasha Romanoff?! And I'm still alive?!"
Bruce chuckled. "Yes, obviously. You gave her a hell of a scare, though."
Tony smiled. "I bet I did."
Bruce stepped forward and loosened the straps pinning him to the gurney, and Tony shot him a grateful look, rubbing his wrists gently.
"So, Doc. How am I?"
Bruce cleared his throat. "You've got 2 broken ribs, a stab wound in your left thigh, numerous cuts and bruises, a concussion, a broken nose, and a fractured wrist."
"Well, that is better than expected."
Bruce smiled wryly. "Yeah, it looked a lot worse while you were in there."
"How'd you get me out?"
Bruce cocked his head in concern. "You don't remember?"
Tony shook his head. "Nope. Not a thing."
"Well, we uh-. We made a deal. With Loki."
Tony groaned. "What kind of a deal?"
"He'd give you back if we gave him the Gem."
"What?! Don't tell me you agreed to that?!"
"We had no choice, Tony! It was you or the Gem."
Tony shut his eyes, letting out a deep groan. He muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for Bruce to notice.
"What was that, Tony?"
"You should have chosen the Gem."
Sorry it's kinda short. In case it was unclear, the italicized stuff at the beginning is a flashback. A little bit of potential suggestiveness, but, as promised, no slash or smut. Just intimidation.
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