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His arm was killing him in its awkward position, but never the less he began attempting to naw away at the materials thick materials in which he was trapped. Undoubtably there would be some security, but he at least had to try. If not for escaping, but for his arm at least.

He began to prize the cable ties off his hands, which was considerably easy because of the material, allowing his hands to slip out. He looked at the scab on his hand with what little light he had, and was pleased to see it was healing over nicely. His arm was still giving off a dull ache however, and he winced as he prized the bandages he'd made off it- they had congealed and stuck to the scab, it was all a bloody mess.

He then began to try and kick the cable ties off his feet, which was made difficult by the fact that his shoes were in the way. He grabbed his foot through the rough material and began to take the shoes off, no less than a minute later his feet were free.

Tony began to tear at the material, and whooped quietly and it slowly teared. Soon, he had made a whole big enough for him to clamber out of.

He was in a van. It was empty, except for himself, and a bench, where he supposed the men had sat while in transit.

Slowly, he stood up, and wobbled a bit, leaning against the van wall as he swayed. He waited a few seconds before walking towards the back doors of the van. It wouldn't open from the inside. Fuck. He could hear low voices outside, and stopped trying to prise open the door to listen.

"Do you think he'll do it?"

"Definitely."

"It's a big risk..."

"He'll do it. If he's pushed in the right direction..."

"But what direction? How?"

Tony decided he didn't want to find out which direction these people were talking about; so a quickly and quietly as he possibly could, he walked to the other side of the van, where he was surprised to see a small door. He decided this was a rather large van. Possibly a small lorry.

The door opened and he beamed, as he clambered into the front part, where he quickly decided it was a new breed of lorry, possibly a hybrid. He ducked and lay on the seat as he saw a numerous amount of men, all yielding guns, in pairs talking to each other, surrounding a rather large black door into a larger white building with few windows.

He fumbled around, and opened the glove box. There was nothing inside except a red cap, where he thrust it on his head, just lower than his hair line so that his face was cast in shadow. He found the lock button and clicked it, grinning as he saw the locks disappear into the door. Slowly, ever so slowly, he sat up on the drivers seat. If there's one thing he knew, aside from how to build neat stuff, it was how to Hotwire stuff.

The engine started and he beamed, as he reversed the truck. A few men looked up and he waved and honked the horn, which was difficult with an arm which was throbbing painfully.

He saw men running after the lorry and firing their guns madly as he drove quickly as he could in the truck.

That was easy. Too easy.

He pulled out onto a main road, and began speeding happily along the freeway.

"Mr Stark." Tony jumped as an unknown voice crackled from somewhere. He glanced madly around and spotted a radio, where the voice was coming from.

"Yello!" He replied, still disbelieving his luck. He past a sign for Kissimee, and realised that he was somewhere in Florida.

"You do realise that that truck you just stole has a tracking device?" The voice half sneered.

Fuck.

"Yep." He replied confidently, jamming the air conditioner button and letting the waft of cool air surround him. He breathed it in happily.

"You realise you have a chip in you, too?"

Fuck.

"Yep." Tony replied again, pretending to know something he'd only just found out about.

"Right." The voice sounded curt, and slightly annoyed. "Well then I'll presume you already know about the missile, aiming at your current location?"

Fuck.

He pulled over. Leaving the lorry on the side of the road and walking briskly down the road, passing several gift shops as he went. He chucked the radio into the road and watched gleefully as a car road over it, crushing the device.

Stopping outside a shop, he went inside. There were Mickey Mouse towels everywhere, along with baby sharks suspended in jars. He pretended not to feel sick as he approached the counter.

"Hey. Could I use your phone?" He'd made sure his face was hidden, while he hid his voice behind a British accent. Great disguise Tony, he cursed.

"Sure, it's in the back." The man said, gesturing behind him towards a door. Tony nodded his thanks and stalked towards the door. Where he proceeded to dial Pepper's mobile number. It rang for a bit, before it picked up.

"Miss Potts speaking." Her voice was clear and professional. Tony felt his heart skip a beat as he clutched the phone tighter to his ear. He remained silent.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" She questioned down the phone. Tony let a sigh escape his lips. Pepper deserved better than him.

"Urgh, hi." He said simply, he didn't sound like he'd just managed to escape from a kidnapping, but rather like he'd just walked out of the cinema after a sad film.

"Oh my God, Tony?!" Pepper breathed, he could hear the excitement escalated in her voice.

"Pepper- listen- I know about you and Steve- okay? I know- you deserve better-" it was killing him to say it. But Pepper did deserve better, and while hated Steve for it, he knew he wasn't a bad guy really.

"Tony I-"

"Pepper- listen- I got away- I need you to send some money-" He couldn't talk anymore- someone had grabbed him and had pushed a hand around his mouth. He wriggled as he dropped the phone and it hung in the air.

"PEPPER!" He yelled at the phone as more hands pulled him away from it. He could hear Pepper sobbing on the other end. "Pepper- I love-" he was cut off as a gag was pulled over his lips. He needed to speak to Pepper. Tell her he loved her. He knew she didn't love him back- knew she didn't care- wait.

His thoughts were rendered mute as he heard screams from the other end of the phone.

"Tony! I love you too! Tony! Oh my God! Tony, I love you so much!" He wouldn't admit it, but a year crept from his eye.

A man walked round him, and he recognised it as Mr Greenwich. He picked up the phone carefully, and began cooing gently into it.

"Shh Pepper, shhh, it's okay, it's okay- Tony's dead." Mr Greenwich grinned as heard Pepper scream down the phone.

Tony wanted to kill this man, not just for taking him, but for doing this to Pepper. He could hear Peppers sobs echoing from the phone.

He stamped on the man holding hims foot, but it proved no use when he received a sufficient punch in the head. He could feel his brain rattle.

"Try not to grieve too much sweet-heart, he knows you were only in it for the money." Mr Greenwich grinned again as Pepper screamed some more. He hung up and turned towards Tony, who glared back unflinchingly.

"How cute." He said mockingly. "Dumbass." He raised his hand and smacked it across Tonys face, who could now taste the unmistakable taste of copper in his mouth.

"You really think you could get away so easily? Fucking idiot. We are a new generation of human. You will work for us. You will not complain. You will do as you're told. You will not try any funny business. Do you understand?" The man said, fly kicking Tony in the stomach. But Tony was too numb to care, despite the fact he was gasping for breaths.

Pepper did love him. Pepper did want him back.

"Take him away." Mr Greenwich snarled at the guards who then proceeded to carry him down out of the gift shop. He caught sight of the man behind the counter, who was gawping as the men lead Tony out.

Pepper threw everything and anything she could reach in her office. Tony was dead. No, Tony was alive. Tony's last words were 'I love you'. To her. No, he simply said he loved her. They weren't his last words. He was still alive.

As she calmed down, breathing heavily through her nose, she swore to her herself, for Tony, dead or alive. She would have her revenge.