I'm in an odd happy mood, so here is chapter 2. But that last part wont be posted until tomorrow.

Suddenly sound echoed though the speakers and all of them stopped to hear. A voice...

"Uh...where-am I?"

'Tony!' Was Steve first and only thought. It was Tony's voice coming from the speakers!

"Ah, so nice of you to join me." That was undoubtedly Schmidt's voice. Oh no...he wouldn't...would he?

Steve closed his eyes, he knew what was about to happen. Of course Red Skull would be twisted enough to make them hear.

"I think you sleep long enough-lets get started shall we?"

The first thing they heard was a loud sickening crunch followed by a pained cry from Tony.

Steve's heart clenched in pain he never experienced before.

"Now for the right hand." Came Schmidt's disgusting voice.

"STOP!" Steve shouted, Bruce was losing it, he's hands covered in blood trying with all his might to brake or bend the bars. Tony was like a brother to him, it was beyond understandable. Thor was doing just about the same, only was lucky enough not to be bleeding.

More sickening crunches where heard on top of disturbing screams of pain. Steve felt sick.

It seemed like hours of screaming, crying and sounds of bones being shattered. Steve couldn't take it any more, he fell to his knees tears filling his eyes.

The whole time Tony never begged, never asked for it to stop; just took it. Steve didn't know why but this made him feel even worse. As if Tony couldn't prove him wrong enough with the nuke he took into space willing to die if needed to save the world, but now, just screaming but never begging or even calling for help-just let the man, who was meant to be his enemy, not Tony's not the Avengers, enemy to brake him apart.

Suddenly a new type of cry was heard from Tony, and this time he begged!

"STOP! PLEASE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STO-" Another cry was ripped from his throat.

Steve was up on his feet before he knew it, he knew just what Schmidt was doing to Tony, and it made his blood boil over.

"AHH-PLE-AHH!" Tony's voice began to grow raw and soon only pained sobs were heard.

The team angry and hurt, unable to do a thing to help there friend could only listened.

Before they knew it the sound was gone completely.

'Tony' Steve whispered more tears wanting to fall.

Bruce yelled at the top of his lunges but it did nothing, the monster in him wanting so bad, worse then ever before, to smash something, someone! There was no way he was ever going to settle down until Red Skull was in his mitts.

Thor was panting; using all his might to bend the bars and attempt to summon his hammer was exhausting for his now human body.

Clint and Natasha both were panting hard, the whole time trying to break themselves free of there bonding, with little luck.

More time pasted it had been about an hour, give or take, since they heard Tony's cries. All worried what was happening to him, Bruce had calmed down a bit, but was still a light shade of green and breathing hard almost growing with every breath he took. Steve would hate to see what Hulk would do to Schmidt once freed. In fact, no scratch that, he'd LOVE to see that.

The sound of the door opening grabbed there attention.

"I'm sure your friend is more use to you now." Red Skull chuckled darkly and tossed the crumpled body of Tony Stark into the room in between the cell and bonded spies.

Tony was nude, being rips of his clothes, tossed flat on his face. His body was a wreck. Both legs twisted in unnatural ways, arms dislocated, hands smashed beyond repair...and blood...God, the blood that was seeping from him.

Steve held his breath waiting for the seeming dead body to move; pain so sharp in his chest he prayed the body would move, something! Tony couldn't die this way-not like this.

"Man of iron... Anthony..." Thor whispered, at least what was a whisper for someone like Thor. Pain was just as clear in his eyes, as any of them. Bruce sunk to his knees, hands holding him up as best they could with the bars.

In the struggling, Clint had gotten his legs free, but now his bonds held him sitting on his rare; the placement making his body hurt more then it was, but it still didn't come close to his fallen teammate. Natasha's bonds proved to have her legs tired down-Red Skull obviously didn't trust her skills.

Suddenly Tony gave sharp a gasp and curled up into himself.

Steve gave a huge sigh, 'Thank God' he breathed; thankful Tony was still alive, however barely.

Blood was escaping Tony at an alarming rate, and there was no way of reaching him. Schmidt prosperously put Tony in front of them to watch him die right there on the ground.

So many emotions washed over Steve that he banged his fist on the bars hard enough to make his hand bleed a bit. He only had one option; he had to get Tony to crawl to him.

"Tony..." he began softly, "Tony, come on-get up...come here...please."

Tony gave a grunt, as if unable to believe what Steve was asking of him. And Steve was sure he was.

"Tony I need you to come here-hurry." Steve was down on his knee holding out his hand trying to beckon Tony to him.

Thor watched the exchange and knitted his bows, "Captain, surly you can not honestly expect him to-"

"He has to Thor!" Steve snapped interrupting him. "TONY!" Steve yelled smacking his hand on the ground to get the man attention.

Tony began to shake due to the loud sound and sobs of fear were heard from him. Steve felt bad for his action, but did not regret it. If he didn't get Tony over to him soon the man would bleed to death where he lay.

"Tony Now! Please-"

Tony was still shacking; sobbing from pain and fear...he got up as best he could mange on his broken arms and crawled over to Rogers.

Pained cries ripped though him as he moved, but kept going.

"That's it...good job Tony, come on-almost there..." he reached out as far as he was able to, to reach him.

Tony had only moved a few inches but to his body it was miles. Tony fell crying unable to move any more.

"No! Come on Tony! Come on, almost there-come on!"

Clint knew what Steve was trying to accomplish and using his leg he found it reached Tony enough for him to kick him-but only kick.

Clint bend his leg as good as he could and pushed it forward with such speed Tony screamed as he was kicked close to Steve.

Steve would have been pissed if it wasn't for the fact Clint help get Tony to him faster.

Steve grabbed Tony by his arm, hating himself for the way Tony sobbed harder and bit his lip to stop from screaming.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Steve whispered pulling Tony flesh up against the cell bars. He quickly worked to rip off his shirt making it into strips to tie tightly around Tony's most deep bleeding cuts. Steve could only wrap so much, most blood he noticed was seeping from Tony's lower half; there was no way to wrap that.

"Thor, give me your cape."

Thor did as asked quickly and watched Steve wrap Tony up the best he could in it. The cape-luckily due to Thor size covered all of Tony, but with the bars in the way his feet where left uncovered...but that was okay. Tony had a higher chance at living at least, the bleeding had slowed and Tony was drifting to sleep.

Steve leaned on the bars, tears now slipping down his face, they had to get out, he had to save his teammate.

He just wasn't sure how.