After spending half an hour in the jet with these people, Tony was slowly managing to grasp at some memories that had been so distant. The more he remembered the more he felt unsafe and scared being here with them. The memories we're less images and more impressions and feelings that were triggered by certain actions or movements by his rescuers (though he used the term lightly as he didn't feel safe with them).

For example, when the giant blond man towered over him, all Tony could think about was the phantom pain he felt around his neck that only furthered to stress him out. Had one of the people who had rescued him tried to strangle him? Why would they rescue him if they had caused harm to his person before? Tony sighed. That was wasn't the point. what the point was, was that just being in the vicinity of these people was triggering painful emotions and feelings. Add that on top of the trauma he had experienced by Hydra's hand, and the situation wasn't ideal.

The jet shuddered then came to a stop. Tony turned toward the window. He looked out to see a huge compound, he frowned slightly. He definitely knew this place too, but before he could think about it in more depth, he felt a pinch in the back of his neck and he fell into unconsciousness.

Tony came to abruptly. He opened his eyes and looked around. He didn't recognise this room but considering all of the medical equipment it was most likely a hospital of some sort. The room itself was quite bland, but there was something oddly familiar about it. Not in just the decoration and instruments, but in also the layout, the design. Tony felt like he could pull it apart and put it all back together again, exactly like the bits and bobs he had constructed during his captivity. Thinking of captivity, he had no idea what he was supposed to do about his rescuers (although it felt like he went from one prison to another).

While he was musing about his new situation, the door too his room opened and two of the men he met yesterday (There was no clock in the room, so Tony had no idea how long he had been here and what his rescuers had been doing) as well as another man that he hadn't met yet (or maybe he had but he didn't remember). Tony pushed himself up on his good arm and propped the pillows up so that he wasn't facing the ceiling. The men had been probably waiting out their for him to wake up, that made Tony considerably uncomfortable.

"Stark," that was the tall blonde one with short hair. Tony grimaced at the tone of his voice, it sounded half relieved and half exasperated, which was an incredibly odd combination,

"Hey," he said cautiously, eyeing them warily. He didn't trust them and he felt no reason why he should.

The shorter dark hair man stepped in front of blondie,

"While you were out, we did a few tests on you too see what Hydra had done. We also fixed up the visible injuries you had when you arrived. However..." the dark haired man frowned at a clipboard he held in his hand, something Tony had totally overlooked when he first saw the men, when the dark haired man didn't finish, the third man - who was dressed in a impeccable suit - continued, "Hydra implanted a small metal plate in between your hippocampus ('the part of the brain that is responsible for memory' supplied Tony's brain) and your brainstem, it is cutting off your brains ability to supply you with some off your memories. Really, you should be dead, there is no way you could have survived that procedure,"

Tony nodded, that would explain alot. It also meant he probably did know all of these people, and Hydra was forcing him to repress the memories. It didn't make much sense to him. The way he is completely uncomfortable with them all, probably means that there memories would have been more of a torture then the comfort Hydra probably thought they would be for him.

The three men were looking at him expectantly,

"What?" He asked. He felt no need to be polite.

"Can you tell us what memories you are missing," Tony stared at them, he doubted that they thought he didn't recognise them, and the thought of telling them something they could very well use against him, but he also didn't have much of a choice. He was in their base, with their men. One thing Tony had learnt during his stint at Hydra was: if the information wasn't too revealing then there was no point the risk of more torture.

Tony sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. When he had thought about safety, he had definitely not been thinking about more interrogation and stress. It turned out that Tony didn't need to answer. The suit guy, noticing his distress, ushered the other two out of the room. The man was about to leave as well, but turned to him saying,

"Doctor Strange will be coming over to discuss the safest way to remove the plate from your brain," before turning on his heels and existing the room. Leaving Tony wandering who the hell Doctor Strange was, and if Doctor Strange was his real name.

I actually wrote this about a month ago, but I forgot to post it here. I'm alot more active on ao3 but I will try to remember to post on here too.