That is Beatrice (CANDICE KING)

"Hello, Beatrice. How are you doing?" Killian smirks, entering her cell-room. Trice is seated on the sole bed, arms crossed and legs straight across her.
"Go to hell, Killian," she spits. He chuckles lightly, taking a seat at the chair on the other side of the room.
"Is that any way to treat your host, and your sister's?" he asks coldly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asks, fear digging into her. Killian brings out three hologram-creating balls, throws them onto the ground to reveal

a devastating

sight.

Trice jumps from the bed, putting her hands over her mouth. "Oh, god," she utters in horror at the sight of her strapped sister, twisting and turning in pain as the virus Trice sought to destroy took over her.

"She's smart. Tough. Very tough," he says, smirking nonchalantly.
"What did you do?" Trice asks in disbelief, tears falling from her eyes.
"What I had to. Give me the formula, Beatrice. And I'll let you both go. That's a promise…Or," he starts.

Killian walks through the hologram and in front of Beatrice, causing her to stumble back onto the bed in fear. He crouches down in front of her.

"I will force your precious sister to work for me, at the promise of keeping you alive," he says cruelly. Trice's eyes widen. "Which will it be?"

XXXXX

Two hours later.

Tony's eyes slowly flutter open. He blinks the blurs away to be faced with two armed men.

"Hey! Look who finally decided to wake up," the one with the pony-tail grins. His buzzed-hair friend calls it in.
"Boss. He's up."

Now wary, Tony attempts to move. He is incapable, despite being in a stand-up position. He looks frantically to find that his hands had been zip-tied above his head, as where his legs, to what seemed to be the skeleton of a bed.

"Yeah, that's not gonna work, pal," the man says just as the door opens, and Killian walks in, thinking what a great day it had been.

"Mister Stark! What a pleasure it is to see you!" he grins.
"Uh, yeah. Feeling's not mutual," Tony says with cold sarcasm, feeling nothing less of spite towards Aldrich, who smirks in retort.
"Ouch!"

Killian walks down the stairs, and follows out to stand across Tony. "I'm surprised you showed up without your suit. Your girlfriend did." Tony's eyes widen. "Though that didn't do her much help either," Aldrich smirks at his guys, who chuckle in mock.
"Where is she?" Tony asks threateningly.
"Let's just say,

she's going through some changes."

Tony feels his heart clench, and head throb in realization. "You son of a bitch," he spits harshly, attempting yet again to rip through his hold and jump the bastard. Aldrich laughs.
"Looks like I hit a nerve. Good. This could come in handy later."
"She has nothing to do with this," Tony insists, eyes involuntary watering as the thought of losing her became more than just a possibility.
"On the contrary, Stark. She has more to do with this than you do. How else was I supposed to get her sister to cooperate?"
"…You knew she'd come…"
"Of course I did. You, on the other hand, were supposed to be dead."
"Sorry to disappointment."
"I'm not at all disappointed. Enjoy your stay, mister Stark. It's gonna be a long one," Killian last says, walking up and out the door once more.

Aldrich shuts the door behind. Tony lets out a shaky breath, shutting his eyes at the hammering in his head, trying, for the life of him, to clear it, find a way out, figure out what in the world to do.

She was hurting.

She was suffering.

He couldn't…

He had to save her.

How?!

And that was when he heard a buzzing. Tony looks, and sees the other two looking as well, at a phone on the table.

Brie's phone.

Tony feels adrenaline rush through his form, and hope gleam in.

One of the guards goes to pick it up. "Who's 'Pete'?" the man asks. Tony's eyes widen.
"Must be my pizza guy," he says the first thing that comes to mind. No way in hell he was getting the kid involved. "What does he say?"
"'Done'. What's done?"

Tony grins.

"My pizza," he says. The man furrows his eyebrows.

Tony turns to the other one. "What's the mileage count between Tennessee and Miami?" The man eyes him weirdly.
"Eight-hundred and thirty-two miles," the man answers smoothly. The short-haired one comes up beside him.
"Nice, man," he smirks.
"I'm good like that," the tailed one says proudly.
"Yeah. Awesome. So…I'm gonna give the two of…a chance to surrender," Tony cocks an eyebrow.

They turn to him, confused. They then chuckle. "In case you haven't noticed, princess, your zip-tied to a bed. What are you gonna do?"
"This!" Tony raises up both hands.

After being attacked by Brie at the house, prototype or not, he injected himself with the trackers. And he did not regret it when the house blew up, and he called the suit for help.

The men wait. Nothing happens. They partially assume the Stark had lost it, laughing out.

Tony does it again, just to stall till the suit actually got to him.

Several tries later, and still, nothing happens. Tony starts to panic, and the guards get impatient.

"Trust me, you're gonna be in a puddle of blood, on the ground, in Five, Four, Three, COME ON! Two…" Nothing.

The guards share a look. "How did we get this shift?" one of them asks. Tony grins, shadowing his panic.
"You see; I'm giving you a chance to escape. Put down your weapons. Tie yourselves to those chairs. I'll let you live," he tells, utterly serious. They grin. "In Five, Four, BANG!..."
"…Wow."
"...You should be gone by now. You should've already been gone."
"I'm just…beyond terrified…"
"Here it comes. Three, Four-"
"Shut up."
"Five!"

And alas, a smash emits from the glass of the broken window hitting the floor as a metal hand flies onto the Stark's own hand.

Before being able to comprehend the reality of the situation, the men fall as Tony blasts at them.

The bed flips to the other side from the force, nearly crashing into the wall before Tony held himself up, ripped free of the final tie, and jumped up ready for action.

The tailed one hurries to Tony, attempting a punch. Tony easily dodges it, retorting with a far more painful one with the glove.

The man pulls out a gun with his other hand. Tony grabs it, struggling to keep it un-aimed at himself. A metal leg flies onto Tony's leg, offering him leverage as he wondered what was taking so long.

He chest-kicks the man with it, sending him flying to the other end of the room. He takes the man's gun with his other hand, glaring at the window. "Where's the rest?"

More men appear at the door. Tony shoots a blast into the wall that shakes the place somewhat.

XXXXX

Beatrice is led to the lab room, heart hammering and mind ablaze. The guard opens the door for her, leading her in.

Aldrich had supposedly left, but not before reminding her of the consequence of lying, or failing.

Trice notes Brie, semi-conscious on one of the holds. "Oh, B," she calls sorrowfully, rushing towards her sibling and cupping her warm face between her palms.

Brie's distant eyes fall on her. Her brows furrow in confusion. "Trice?" she lets out in a whisper.
"Yeah, honey. It's me," Trice smiles sadly, it hitting her just then that it was all her fault. She shakes her head at the foul thought. "I'm gonna get you outta here. I promise," she nods firmly.

Worry seeps through Brie's heart at her sister's words, her mind slowly coming to.

Trice was hastily led to another strapped volunteer, awaiting a more trusted injection.

Several heavy seconds later, Trice picks up the needle, it shaking in her hand with fear and rejection at her actions.

A deep roaring echoes across the walls, followed by a charade of gun-fire, attracting everyone's undivided attention.

Shouting emits just outside the door. Trice notes the guard is distracted. On instinct, she shoves the empty needle into his neck, snatching his gun and aiming it at him as he screamed in pain.

The door burst open, non-other than Iron Man him freaking self at the threshold. Trice's eyes widen as Tony blasts the man, and he falls into the strapped one, knocking them both out.

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