Hush Now

by phoenixreal

Pepper, worried over Tony's reclusiveness, decides to see if housing the Avengers might help. She thinks it has something to do with what happened in New York. When the others arrive, though, they think something more is going on with their resident genius. Stark Spangled Banner Romance with a side of Daddy Kink. Warnings Inside.

2. Exposure

Hush Now

Chapter Two

Exposure

When Jason pinned Tony to the railing, Steve wanted to bust the door open but Bruce stopped him, grabbing his arm tighter than the scrawny scientist should have. When Steve turned, his eyes were glowing green and he was obviously trying to hold the hulk back.

"No, if you go out there, we put Tony in danger. That's over a ten foot drop, he could get hurt, or worse," he said quietly. "We can't take that chance."

Steve ground his teeth as Jason continued to taunt him and he wondered if Tony went over the railing if he could manage to get to him before he hit the ground. There was a motion behind him and he looked to see Natasha standing behind them. "Bruce is right, Steve, and Clint can't get a drop on him from across the street because of the position he's got Tony in," she said softly, her right hand pressed against the com in her ear. "He's loaded with a tranq arrow, but he doesn't want to hit Tony in case he lets him fall."

Steve and Tony both looked shocked when Tony slammed his head backward into him, and noted he was definitely dazed as he started to grab his phone. Steve was at the door when Tony dropped the phone while Bruce tried to control himself. Natasha pushed Steve back and popped the lock with one move and Steve was out the door in a second with her and Bruce on her heels. Steve grabbed Jason by the back of his suit jacket, yanking him away with an almost inhuman sound, shocking him into yelping. Tony teetered against the wall before sliding down to his knees. Natasha dropped beside him as he struggled to get his hands out of the jacket, and helped him. When he was free he took off away from her and hit the balcony wall, curling in on himself. Bruce moved past her and knelt in front of him and started talking to him.

Steve, meanwhile, was extremely pleased that Jason decided that he thought he could take on Captain America in a fist fight. Apparently, Jason thought that all the pomp and circumstance surrounding the super soldier was all for nothing. Steve was proving him wrong, as he knocked him back into the building with a solid punch right before an arrow zipped through the air right in front of Steve's nose and buried itself in Jason's thigh. Jason looked down, shocked at the arrow then his eyes rolled up into his head and he slumped down into unconsciousness.

Steve turned and went back to where Tony was sitting, staring with a glassy look at Bruce. Natasha stood behind him and Pepper came running out the door with someone in a suit, obviously a SHIELD man, but no one was really paying attention to who it was.

When Steve spoke to him, Tony looked at him then passed out cold, and Steve caught him before he fell into the ground again. He picked him up and went into the second floor and found a couch where he laid him down so Bruce could look him over in earnest. It was then they realized who was with Pepper.

"Agent Coulson?" Steve said, staring at him with wide eyes as Bruce paused to look up.

Phil Coulson, who should have been very much dead, stood beside Pepper, looking as concerned as the rest of them. "Yes, long story," he said. "Rumors of my death were overstated," he said. "For now, let's get these two onto the Helicarrier, I think Fury wants to have a chat with Mr. Contrail."

Bruce nodded. "He's good to transport, though I'd rather him have a backboard," he said looking up just as a helicopter hovered outside the balcony.

Phil smiled. "Arranged," he said, walking out as Jason Contrail was lifted into the waiting helicopter. It left and was replaced by the second, which let down a crew with a backboard that took Tony and Bruce up and left. Phil looked at the others.

"Well, let's go, shall we?" he said, heading down the stairs followed by Pepper, Steve, Natasha and Clint as they exited through the media circus that was outside and loaded into the waiting SHIELD helicopter that had landed in the middle of the road.

Once everyone was on board, Fury called everyone into the meeting room as soon as Bruce was satisfied with Tony's condition. He looked around.

"First, I'm sure you noticed, Phil's not dead," he said looking around. "Before you start asking, I can't go into it right now. Second, can someone please tell me why the hell I got a frantic call from Pepper Potts telling me to get to your location immediately? And why I have the deputy mayor's son in my med bay with a broken jaw and Tony is in my other med bay with a severe concussion and a broken nose? Please, tell me Tony did not get into a fight with the deputy mayor's son."

Steve looked up. "I'm afraid that I'm the reason Jason Contrail's jaw is broken. He's lucky he isn't in a full body cast."

Fury blinked in surprise at Steve. "What?"

Bruce looked away. "I don't think I would have been so kind to him, Steve. I'm glad you got to him first. The Other Guy would have killed him outright and I would have let him do so with no remorse."

Now Fury turned to Bruce, just as surprised by his statement. "Can somebody please tell me why the two of this team that I trust to keep a level head are sitting here saying these things?"

Bruce and Steve both looked away from him and crossed their arms. Neither trusted themselves to say anything without exploding. Natasha looked up from where she'd been staring at her hands. "I'll explain, or rather, JARVIS will," he said, sliding a tablet over to Fury.

Fury picked it up with a frown, "What are you saying? What am I looking at?"

Natasha looked over at Clint and back to Fury. "When Pepper came to the Tower earlier and told Tony about the event, he flipped out on her. He hasn't left the tower for any reason in the last few months. Pepper thought it was PTSD from the events in Afghanistan and the invasion. Tony came closer than any of us to dying. That was part of the reason she wanted to move us to the tower, and Tony agreed to it but since we've been there he hasn't even come around. He's jumpy, won't talk to anyone, and doesn't sleep. I, with a little help from Pepper, managed a backdoor into JARVIS that Tony didn't notice. You know Tony, and you know if he didn't notice there's something wrong with Tony, Director."

Fury nodded. "Tony not realizing his precious AI had been hacked into? Yeah, that's wrong."

"I set up surveillance on him, without him knowing. I based it around his arc reactor, using it as a power signature that could be tracked remotely. Using that I could triangulate any cameras in the city on him no matter where he went. Well, rather, Jarvis could. In the tower of course, I could get into the closed circuit system, but it didn't give much information. He has nightmares when he does sleep and drinks a lot to even fall asleep. I couldn't trace it to an exact date because he pretty much wipes JARVIS's files every so often. Anyway, this morning, when he flipped out, Clint and I decided that it would be a good time to figure out what was going on if we could. We knew there was some reason he didn't want to go out in public. I thought there might be something, or someone, he was avoiding," she said, rubbing a hand across her face.

"I posed as his date, and I swear, Director, he held onto me the entire night like I was the most important thing to him. I have never seen him act that way. On the surface he was fine, but he nearly broke my hand when Jason Contrail came up behind him," she said, rubbing at her hand.

Fury frowned deeply. "Why would Tony react that way to Contrail?"

She nodded. "He made a little small talk, teased Tony, and told me to watch out for him since he was a 'love 'em and leave 'em' type, and then seemed to be testing my cover, a rich businessman's daughter from Sydney. Lucky for me, I don't take a cover lightly, and gave him the accent he was looking for. I thought it was suspicious, and when he left Tony relaxed like someone had just sapped all the tension out of him. He drank his water and said he had to get some air. Bruce and Steve took off after he hit the stairs, and me and Clint went ahead with our plan."

Steve and Bruce looked up. "You guys had a plan?"

Clint smirked. "Hell yes," he said, holding up an arrow with a flared base to the tip of it. "Tony made these for me. They're voice recording arrows. The tip is filled with a thick putty like glue that keeps it in place once it hits something. The impact, because of the putty, is almost silent. As soon as Tony took off I went outside, waiting for Natasha to tell me where he was headed. When she said he'd headed to the second floor, we knew that there was only one place he could go to for 'air' and that was the balcony. So I grabbed my bow from where I'd stowed it earlier today, and used the grapple pull to get up on that building across from the balcony. As soon as I was there, I flipped on my scope and saw that Tony was on the balcony and I shot the arrow just as that Contrail dude came out the door. It hit just as the dude walked up behind him and Tony didn't notice."

Natasha nodded at Fury. "I had JARVIS combine the audio from Clint's arrow with the camera across the street, and that's the file on the tablet. We could tell you all day what happened, sir, but you're not going to believe it."

Fury frowned and watched the grainy black and white footage in silence. More than what he saw, what he heard concerned him more. He put down the tablet and stood up, leaving without another word, leaving the team to stare after him. Fury made his way down to the locked med bay where a SHIELD agent stood outside. He understood now why Steve told him that he wasn't to allow any of the Avengers into the room. He nodded and entered the room where the blond haired man sat in a hospital bed, his face bandaged and sitting fiddling with his phone.

"Why can't I get a signal in this place?" he said through clenched teeth, a look on his face that made Fury certain that he thought he had the upper hand.

"The Helicarrier blocks all mobile signals unless you have one of Stark's phones that he's programed to bypass it," he answered, coming in. "How are you feeling? I understand you got into an argument with Steve Rogers."

"Argument? I'm going to press charges for assault!" he said, motioning to his face. "Then I'm going to sue SHIELD for allowing a madman to run rampant on the city."

Fury nodded. "I see. So you didn't provoke him?" Fury asked, crossing his arms and giving the man a hard one eyed stare.

Contrail rolled his eyes. "Of course not, who would provoke Captain America? The man could break a man in half, or his jaw," he said, glaring at Fury.

"Why would Captain America attack you?" Fury asked.

"Ask him, I was having a discussion of a business nature with Tony when he burst out onto the balcony and punched me," he said, not taking his eyes off Fury.

Fury nodded. "You are a great liar. Definitely your father's son."

Contrail's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

Fury nodded. "I said you were a liar. I just wanted to see if you'd admit to what you'd done, I can see that you aren't willing to even own up to your own twisted shit. Don't worry, the recording and video feed from the camera across from the balcony is evidence enough to make sure Steve isn't given a second trouble by anyone."

"What? What are you talking about?" he demanded, wincing as he tried opening his mouth.

"See, you made a mistake. You messed with someone who isn't alone anymore. You don't know Tony, and you don't know my team. The Avengers became a family. And you decided to hurt one of them. The rest came out in force to find out what had happened. And thanks to your little tirade on the balcony, we know everything. I'll never understand villains that monologue. Set yourself up to lose, you know, if you just kept your fucking mouth shut, you might get away with shit," Fury said, watching Contrail's face turn into a mask of rage. "You thought Tony was alone. You thought nobody gave a shit about him. And you were wrong."

He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him and taking a long breath. He nodded to the guard and headed back to the conference room where the Avengers had remained. He sat back down. "When did he and Tony encounter each other before tonight? He said the last time and before that he said when he was sixteen. That was the year before he graduated MIT."

"We're not sure," Clint said. "Wait, he said something about his ribs." Clint picked up his tablet, bringing up JARVIS's interface. "JARVIS, when did Tony have broken ribs last?"

"Sir had two broken ribs five months and two weeks ago when he returned from a charity event, though he refused my advice to visit medical about it. He insisted on taking care of it himself," JARVIS answered from the small speaker in the device.

"What charity event was that?" Natasha asked.

"Sir attended the National Heart Association Banquet and Awards Ceremony that evening. He was presenting an award to Jason Contrail for making a donation of one hundred thousand dollars to the local chapter of the organization," he said smoothly. "Sir always attended Heart Association functions and set aside a division of Research and Development at Stark Industries for Heart research. He has missed four such functions since then."

"That's when it happened," Natasha said, frowning. "JARVIS, is there any security footage on file from the center that award was held in?"

JARVIS paused a moment. "The event's security footage has been archived in Contrail Security's archives."

Natasha looked across the table. "Contrail Security. He was allowed to run security at an event honoring himself?" she asked.

Jason Contrail, while the son of the Deputy Mayor Dillon Contrail, ran the family company now that his father was in the political circuit. Contrail Security was an upstate that took New York by storm the months directly after the Invasion occurred. Before that point, the company was nearly unheard of. Then earlier in this year, Dillon became the Deputy Mayor, leaving the company to his son.

"JARVIS, can you get access to the files?" Fury said.

"The files are kept in a secured server," he answered.

Fury grinned. "JARVIS, I asked if you can get access to those files, by any means necessary?"

"Of course, Director Fury. One moment please," he said and the room went silent for about fifteen minutes. "Apologies, Director Fury, the system was more uncooperative than I anticipated. The files are downloading to a secure server in the tower currently. Access granted to SHIELD Director Fury."

Fury smiled as the files popped up on the table's screen. "JARVIS, how illegal was what you did?"

"Director Fury, I was only following my directives," JARVIS answered. "I am a program, therefor I cannot do anything without directives."

"Of course, JARVIS," Fury muttered, shaking his head. No wonder random things kept disappearing from the file systems. In less than fifteen minutes, JARVIS alone had hacked through perhaps fifty layers of security and protocols to get the information, then apologized for the lateness of it. That didn't include what Tony could do with JARVIS as a tool.

Fury turned and cued the footage on the screen behind him. "JARVIS, sort and focus on following Tony throughout the cameras," he asked.

"Of course, Director Fury," he said and the black and white security footage shifted into a single panel instead of the ten feeds previously.

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

Security Camera Footage – Five Months Two weeks previous

Tony came in with someone on his arm, none of them recognized her, he waved and stopped and spoke, got kissed on the cheek several times, signed a few things, some of them body parts, and went into the event. He sat down at the presenter's table and chatted as the presentations went on and then when the presentation he was doing came up he stood up and spoke. The audio wasn't great, but when the presenters were speaking they could hear it.

"So, you know when you get a call to do a presentation for someone you haven't seen in a long time? That happened to me the other day, when the lovely president of the association called me. How could I turn her down?" he said to loud applause. "So without further waiting, the award for notable giving goes to New York's own Jason Contrail!" Tony handed him the award and shook his hand, leaning over to speak to him in his ear over the roar of the crowd. Jason said something in return and Tony's smile disappeared for a brief moment before it returned and he sat down, nearly missing his seat as Jason took the mic.

"Thanks so much Tony! Haven't seen him in a dog's age, as they say, we won't talk about how long ago I went to school with him. He was perhaps the single most amazing student at MIT when I went. Who starts classes with a fourteen year old kid that beats everyone in class on every test? I swear, we never caught a break, Tony always broke the curve for us." There was laughter. "In all seriousness, I'm honored by the award, and honored that you would bring a bona fide hero like Tony here to present it to me."

The team noticed that Tony was fiddling with the silverware and looking down and away. The tautness of his jawline was quite obvious even in the wide angle view this camera presented. Jason patted him on the shoulder and he visibly kept himself from jerking away. "Tony here was a lot of fun back at MIT, weren't you, Tony boy?" he said squeezing his shoulder in the same way that he'd done when he approached him that very night. However, even Tony couldn't hide the utter horror when he called him "Tony boy". He recovered quickly, but he was obviously shaking when he clapped as Jason stepped down behind him. It was subtle, but Jason ran his hand across Tony's shoulders as he moved past him. Tony's eyes closed until he was gone and then he resumed his socializing, but he wasn't quite as adept as usual.

Finally, he got up at one point, excusing himself it looked like, and the camera switched to one in a hallway and Tony was obviously walking quickly down it, hitting a pair of double doors at the end and going into a huge library. The camera switched again, this one situated right in the upper corner of the room by the doorway. Tony had stopped inside the doorway and was obviously trying to put himself in order. He was concentrating on his breathing it seemed and didn't see the door open and close behind him. The lock clicked louder though and Tony spun around.

"Jason," he said, turning to face him.

"Tony boy, how are you, babe?" Jason said, putting his hands on his hips and leaning against the door, almost out of view of the camera.

"Fine, just fine," he said, taking a step back. "Why'd you lock the door?"

"So no one would bother us. It's been ages," Jason said.

"I'd rather have it been ages more," Tony said, shifting to cross his arms. "I came here because I thought maybe you'd changed a little. Seems I was wrong. I have to go, Pepper…"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Tony. You aren't going anywhere," he said smoothly.

Tony visibly stiffened. "That's not going to work anymore Jason. I'm not some seventeen year old kid you've pumped full of fucking heroin anymore. This, this doesn't happen."

"Tony, Tony, I heard what you did. After you got out of MIT and away from me you went a little…lady crazy, I hear. How many women did you go through before you ended up pretending to have a fling with that little red head of yours?" Jason said, standing up off the wall and moving closer to him.

Tony shook his head. "Don't think so fucking high of yourself, my parents died that year. You had nothing to do with it."

"Ah, that's the excuse for the drunk debauchery?" he said with a grin, stepping closer. For every step closer he took, Tony stepped backward.

"That's none of your business. I fucked up, and I'm trying to fix it," he said, the back of his legs hitting the large desk at the edge of the room and stopping him. He dropped his hands and gripped the edge as he watched Jason close in.

"Aw, poor Tony boy. You know, you were the best. I never had a boy scream as much as you did," he said, moving inches from him and taking his left hand and brushing it gently over his face. Tony turned his head away and shook his head.

Tony went to move from where he was but Jason put a hand on his hip to stop him. "No, Tony, you're not going yet. I'm not done with you."

"I'm done with you," he said, shoving his hand off him and shoving him backward, moving away from him.

Jason reached out and grabbed him by the arm and yanked him backward into him, wrapping both arms around his waist and holding him still. Tony struggled against him, and tried to pry his hands off him.

"No, no," he said, and slid one hand under his shirt, gripping the release for the arc. Tony froze. "Yeah, I know about it. And I know that if I do this," he said and an audible click sounded and Tony gasped. "You can't do much about it, now can you?"

"Jason, no," he said, as he kept one hand on the arc and started pulling at Tony's tie with the other.

"Come on, Tony, I wanna see all of you. You were such a scrawny little brat back then, you weren't much to look at," he said smirking. Tony shook his head and gasped again as they could see the arc being pulled upward under his shirt. "Stop moving, or I'll just pull it all the way out. Wow, you know that sounds pretty erotic, doesn't it?" It was obvious the color had drained from Tony even in the black and white footage. "Pull this out, push it in again," he muttered, zipping the tie off Tony's neck and pulling his hands behind him and wrapping the tie around his forearms behind his back. He was still recovering from the arc being pulled out of his chest for a moment and didn't move as he did it.

"So I found out how to shut you up…" he muttered, spinning him around and trying to kiss him. Tony blinked and seemed to come out of his daze and his knee shot up into Jason's crotch with enough force to be audible. Clint, Bruce, Fury and Steve all flinched as the larger man dropped to his knees with a long drawn out groan.

Tony got away from the desk and headed toward the door, growling under his breath as he got closer and trying to pull his arms free. Tony was turned to try and get the lock with his hand still behind his back in time to see Jason standing up. He obviously knew he wasn't getting his arms out. The camera could only show the top of Tony's head, but this close to the mic, they heard the clicks as Tony tried to get the door unlocked and opened with a slew of muttered curses in several different languages. He was so concentrated on manipulating his hands in the odd position, he didn't realize Jason had recovered and there was a loud cracking sound followed by Tony's choked cry.

"You are still a little bitch, Tony," he said. "Look at that, made me hurt you."

Jason came back into view dragging Tony by the back of his jacket. Tony was not deterred it seemed, though he was in obvious pain. He kicked and tried to hook the furniture and break his grip, succeeding twice, but he wasn't able to get up fast enough to try the door again.

"Goddammit, I'm going to fucking kill you, Jason!" he gasped, his breath heavy and hard now as Jason threw him back to the ground by the desk they began at. "Going to fuckin…kill you…goddamned bastard!" he yelled at him. Steve nodded. He was obviously trying to get someone's attention by yelling since couldn't get free.

Jason kneeled in front of him and grabbed his chin. "Tony boy," he said and pressed his mouth to him and Tony tried to kick at him again but Jason held one hand over the arc and he stilled. When he pulled away, Tony had blood dripping down his face.

"I'm going to kill you," he said again, turning his face away.

"No, you aren't," Jason said, pulling his own tie off and wrapping it around Tony's mouth in a gag. "Hush now, Tony, no more of that yelling, someone might hear you and disturb us."

Tony glared at him and kept trying to kick him. He grabbed both his knees and shook his head at him. "Don't do that again, Tony. I swear, you won't make it out of here alive if you do. And who are they going to believe? Me, of course, when I tell them you attacked me and I defended myself."

Tony gave him a hard look and glanced at the security camera. Jason followed his gaze and smirked. "Tony boy, do you honestly think I'm that stupid. My company is running security. That footage is mine. And this, this gets copied and taken home for my own private use. And if you don't want anyone else seeing it, you're going to fucking do what you know I want."

The team could see Tony's willpower was quickly leaving him. It was something they'd all seen in one form or another. Trapped, without escape, there's no reason to fight what's going to happen. He tried to be quiet and tried to not give Jason what he wanted, but he wasn't having it. Fury fast forwarded through the worst of it, and returned to regular speed when Jason left the room. He'd untied him but he left him otherwise. The time stamp indicated it they had skipped over an hour of the video. The worst was Tony just gathering his things and dressing without a word and finally limping toward the door cradling his ribs. Then his demeanor changed and he stood up straight, closing his eyes, no doubt to adjust for the pain, and composed himself perfectly, leaving the room as though he were fine. He made his way quickly through the crowd, only once being run into and jumping away from them before he exited the building and handed the valet his number. The outdoor camera caught him getting in and speeding away, obviously at far too fast than safe.

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

"I'd say we have enough evidence to lock him in a SHIELD facility for a long time. I see no reason to go through the regular police," Fury said, not turning back around yet. "Natasha, I leave the cover story for his disappearance to you. Clint, I want him off my carrier in the hour. I can't be sure I won't sleep walk and kill him."

Both got up and left quickly. "Steve, Bruce, stay with Tony. He's already been unstable since this incident happened. I don't want him to do anything to hurt himself. Also, I think it is advisable that we let Ms. Potts know what happened. She's in with Tony now. Replace her and send her in to speak with me."

Bruce and Steve both nodded and headed to the med bay where Tony was still unconscious. Steve knocked gently and Pepper called for them to enter.

"Pepper, Fury wants to talk to you about what happened," Steve said softly.

She nodded and got up. Steve sat down in the chair she'd vacated and Bruce sat on the edge of the bed by Tony's feet. He looked peaceful, except the horrid bruising across his nose and face and the deep scratches from the bricks. Steve and Bruce were reminded how incredibly human Tony was compared to them. Either of them could have gotten out of the situation easily. Even Natasha or Clint had the skills to get out of it. Tony wasn't any of them, though. Outside the suit he was human, and incredibly fragile, at that.

"JARVIS?" Bruce said quietly. "How is he?"

JARVIS piped in. "Sir is showing stable life signs. There is mild swelling in the brain; however it is not to the degree to be consequential. I will alarm you if the pressure increases from this point."

Bruce nodded. "Thank you, JARVIS."

Steve leaned forward and pushed Tony's hair away from his face and frowned a bit. He was in pain, he could tell, even in his sleep. Whether it was emotional of physical, Steve was unsure. He looked over at Bruce and saw a very similar expression of concern on his face. The expression was one that was more than simple concern for his team member. Steve sighed and leaned back in the chair and Bruce moved and sat in the other, plastic chair in the corner. Eventually, both fell asleep.

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

The dream was real, very real. Of course, if it had been a dream, it wouldn't have been bad. The problem was it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory that had been etched into Tony's mind at seventeen.

"Tony, wait up!" came the voice behind him. "Sorry I missed your party last week," Jason said, a much younger and spry looking boy. "Turning the same age as the freshman this year, huh?"

Tony rolled his eyes at the older boy. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"So, since I didn't get to come to your party, how about I take you out for the night?" Jason said. "I got a free pass into the strip club for you. My brother's on the door and will let you in."

Tony grinned. "Guess that could be fun. Alright, but I don't want to get caught. My dad will kill me if he finds out I snuck into a strip club like that."

Jason winked. "Don't worry, it will be great. I can even get us in a private room and watch the real good stuff."

Later that night, Tony waited in anticipation for the night. He'd never been to see real live naked girls. His stomach was a flutter with the prospect of sneaking around and doing something he shouldn't be as well. He knew that he would be in tons of trouble if he got caught and the prospect was actually rather exciting. Jason pulled up and took off with Tony to the club. As he promised, he got in without a problem and back to a private viewing room where the girls danced and stripped behind the glass. Halfway through the first girl's show, Jason lit a joint and passed it to Tony after taking a hit. Tony blinked and looked at him. "What's that for…"

"Take a hit, Tony boy, don't be a pussy," Jason said.

Tony took it and sucked in a long inhale and coughed it back out with tears in his eyes. "Oh that burns," he said, rubbing his chest.

"Ah give it a minute, you'll feel really good," Jason said. By the end of the second girl's show, Tony was feeling really mellow and happy. He was amazed at how good he felt at that moment. Jason grinned. "Want to try something even better?" he asked Tony.

Tony grinned and nodded. "Sure, whatever that was feels great," he said and leaned back further in the large seat he was in. He was completely entranced by the dancing girl in the booth so he didn't move when Jason picked up his arm and it wasn't until he felt the pinch in his arm that he looked over to see him injecting something into his vein.

Tony jerked away, blood trickling down as the fluid leaked down from the tip of the syringe. Jason looked at him with a hurt expression. "Tony boy, you made me waste some," he said, frowning. "Have to punish a naughty boy for that," he said, grinning.

"What's that? What'd you do?" Tony said, staring at the blood dripping from the injection site. Then it hit him and his eyes fluttered.

"Just a little heroin. Makes you feel really good, doesn't it?" he said, pushing the button to close the shutters on the girls.

Tony couldn't think straight and his limbs felt like lead. "I don like it," he said softly as he realized that Jason was over him now, pulling his clothes off. "What…what you…"

"Tony boy, Tony boy, Jason's little Tony boy…" he said in a sing song voice. "You're going to be mine. From now on, no one can take this from me. My Tony boy, Jason's little Tony boy…" Jason continued, flipping Tony over on the chair and groping him. Tony's head was buzzing but when the pain and pressure shot through him, it cleared significantly and he screamed for the first time in his life, begging Jason to stop, to quit, he'd do anything if he'd just stop. He tried to fight him but he was so much smaller and Jason was so much stronger. He held his hands over his head and pinned to the back of the chair and used his free hand to keep him trapped in the chair between the arms. He couldn't get away from him. Jason was a football player, and at one point, had been Tony's defender against those that would tease and bully him. He sobbed and begged him, just don't, he couldn't take it anymore…

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

Tony's thrashing woke both the room's other occupants. Both Steve and Bruce stood to see what was wrong. He was making whimpering sounds and panting, hands flailing at invisible assailants around him. Bruce grabbed his hands and held them but he stilled and muttered in his sleep. "Jason…don't…hurts…"

Steve took one of Tony's hands. "Tony, please, wake up, its Steve and Bruce, you're safe, you're not in danger, please, wake up," he said quietly.

It seemed though he was locked into whatever nightmarish hell he was in because his struggles increased against them, and Steve started to worry that even though he was asleep that they'd have to sedate him again. Finally his eyes flew open and he gasped and tried to get away from both Steve and Bruce.

"Tony, Tony, it's us," Bruce said, keeping Tony from scrambling away from them and hurting himself further. He could see he was disorientated.

"I don't want to go," he said, staring at Steve with vacant eyes. "Don't make me go," he said with a shudder. "I can't go…you'll hurt me again."

Steve put his hands on Tony's shoulders and shook him. "Tony look at me, its Steve, snap out of it."

Tony blinked and nodded slowly. "You?" he asked, frowning at him and turning to look at the other side. "And you…" he said. Steve saw quite clearly that he was still not quite with them yet. He sat down beside him on the bed, not letting go of him. Bruce mimicked the motion, sitting on the opposite side as he waited for it.

Of course it happened. He looked like a trapped animal and tried to pull away from both of them and dive away. Steve caught him pulling him back onto his lap as Bruce came around the bed, grabbing a sedative from the try. He was glad now he'd laid them out though he didn't want to use them. However, Tony was still panicking and looked like he was going to pass out any moment from hyperventilating as Bruce pushed the needle through his pants into the muscle of his thigh. He stilled and looked at Bruce as though he had committed some terrible betrayal. A few moments, though, and the valium worked its magic and he relaxed in Steve's grip, slumping back against his broad chest with a sleepy expression.

Bruce pulled his chair up in front of them and put a hand on Tony's knee. "Tony?" he asked.

Tony looked at him with bleary eyes. "Hey," he said softly. "I feel funny."

Steve smiled at Bruce over his shoulder. Tony laid his head back and realized he was on someone. He turned and tried to focus his eyes on Steve. "Hmm…" he muttered. "Your lap is softer than I thought I would be," he muttered, turning to get more comfortable on his lap.

Bruce grinned as a blush rose on Steve's cheeks, Tony's arms hooking around him and him wiggling on his lap to get as much contact between him and Steve's body. "M'cold," he said softly.

Bruce grabbed the blanket and put it over his shoulders and he covered himself up to his nose and looked over the blanket at him. Bruce had to contain a chuckle at the sight. Tony wasn't a small man, but compared to the super soldier he looked almost childlike curled in his lap. Steve wasn't sure what to do with his hands. If he put them around him, he'd end up cradling his butt in one of them. Bruce shook his head and pulled Steve's arms around him, clapping one arm around Tony's ass and the other over the top of his thighs.

"Hold him or he's going to fall off if he falls asleep like that Steve," he said softly. "He's been banged up enough today." Again a light pink dusted Steve's face and Bruce sighed.

Tony looked sleepily at Bruce again. "Head hurts…" he said, frowning. "My stomach feels funny, and I'm tired…" he said, trying to look around but the valium had taken full effect by now and he was definitely not completely with it.

"I know, Tony, I know, but I can't give you anything else, and I need you to try and stay awake as much as you can," he said gently, putting one of his hands on his back. "I gave you something to calm you down, you were having a panic attack when you woke up. It shouldn't put you to sleep, but it is going to make you a little sleepier than normal."

"Okay," he muttered trying to bury his face in the blanket and sleep.

Bruce pulled it off his face and he winced. "No, come on Tony, I know it's hard but you gotta stay awake for me. You got knocked in the heard really good, and I have to keep an eye on it."

"I don't wanna," he whined and Bruce nearly lost it again, standing up and turning away from him, stifling a chuckle. Then he blinked and turned back around, kneeling and lifting his head up.

"Tony…do you know who I am?" he said, realizing he hadn't said either of their names or called them by any of his millions of nicknames.

"Doctor?" he said, looking at him. Bruce's eyes widened and he looked at Steve who looked down, mildly concerned as well.

And do you know who is holding you?" Bruce asked, hoping that he knew Steve.

Tony grinned. "Someone nice and warm," he said. "I like him," he said, putting his head back down on Steve.

"Do you know who you are?" Bruce said, a bad feeling building in his stomach.

"You called me Tony, so I'm Tony," he said, yawning and blinking at him slowly. "I wanna go home, though," he said with a sigh. "I'm hungry too."

Bruce's brow knitted. "Tony, do you know where you are?"

He shook his head. "Nuh uh," he said.

Bruce chewed his lip for a second then checked Tony's eyes again, having his hands slapped away for his effort. He shook his head and looked at Steve.

"Either the shock, the trauma, or the head injury, or all three. I think he's got amnesia…" he said, standing up. "He's not acting normal at all, so it might even be more severe than normal, almost like his mind has completely regressed to a time before all this happened to him…"