Chapter Six

"Kael Antonius Salenyme. I bet it's been a while since you've heard that name, hasn't it, my prince?"

Tony stiffened at the cool, malevolent voice's words. He'd awakened almost ten minutes previous alone in a cold dark cell with his wrists shackled together with thick iron manacles and two separate shackles around each ankle with just enough chain connecting each to the wall to allow him to move about four feet in each direction. He'd immediately set about trying to pick the locks with the lock-pick he kept hidden in his hair only to be shocked viciously by his bonds the second the lock pick was in his hand so he resigned himself to waiting for his captor to appear.

He hadn't expected this.

The man standing outside of his cell was a tall handsome man with dark russet skin, cold onyx eyes, and long inky black hair that seemed blend in with the darkness surrounding them. His lips were curled into a dangerous smile as he spoke.

"How do you know that name, mortal." The billionaire growled and his captor chuckled.

"My ancestor's kept journals about your people and it was only by pure chance that when I visited my grandfather in Siberia we happened upon the King and the other prince. They'd been encased in the permafrost that covers the land beneath the snow, their bodies perfectly preserved."

Tony's eyes widened and his breath hitched as he remembered the emptiness he'd seem in his brother's eyes just before his consciousness had left him.

"What did you do to them?"

The man's smirk grew. "Just a little...reeducation."

The billionaire snarled and moved to lunge at the man, only to scream as his bonds sent a horrible shock through him. He collapsed to the floor of his cell pant, suppressing another scream as it got stronger.

"Oh dear. Seems I didn't warn you of how we discipline your kind." His captor purred patronizingly. "Don't worry, you'll learn soon enough. Enjoy your stay, Prince Salenyme." He cooed before turning and leaving the room. Tony stared after him, hazel eyes flashing a vivid amber, then he began to laugh.

This human had absolutely no clue who exactly he was dealing with.

His lips curled into a fanged smile.

He'd soon find out.

**WINTERIRON**

Tony Stark was his Toni, he was sure of it.

Sure his hair had changed and his name to some extent but there could be no other explanation for those eyes and the recognition he'd seen in them.

The assassin was still just as beautiful as he'd been all those years ago and for a moment he found himself wondering just how he'd survived this long then he remembered when his husband had explained the immortality of their race and how they could be killed but they would never die of old age. The super soldier serum had made the vixen a true immortal, amplifying his already amazing healing factor immensely to where the only way any one could kill him was by severely injuring his heart or removing his head. He smiled then sighed. This meant that Howard had taken him in after the war.

But why and why did his lover hate their old friend so much?

"Bucky, Tony's gone!"

Bucky jolted at Steve's panicked voice, then stilled as his best friend's words registered in his mind. Tony was gone. Someone had taken his husband. The Soldier reared in his mind with a angered snarl and his eyes flashed a dangerous cobalt blue.

"What do you mean, he's gone?" He growled softly and Steve faltered at the rage in his voice.

He could see hints of The Soldier in the elder man's eyes and a darkness lingering in his expression, and he couldn't help but wonder just what had set him off.

"B-Bucky?"

"What do you mean, Toni's gone, Steve?!" The dark haired assassin snarled at him and Steve flinched.

"I followed him but by the time I caught up with him, he was gone and I found his cell on the ground." He replied softly, holding up a thin cracked cellphone that looked more advanced than any of the others that Bucky had seen.

"We need to get him back."

"Bucky?"

"Tony...Howard's son and my Toni are the same person, Steve! And I'll be damned if I let anyone take my husband from me again."

This said, Bucky turned and stormed in the direction of Stark Tower leaving the blonde super-soldier to stare after him bewildered.

"Husband?"

**WINTERIRON**

He was trapped.

Somewhere deep inside his mind Silas Lucien Salenyme was trapped watching hazily as his body moved independent of his command.

He watched, crying out in protest as his little brother knocked their youngest sibling unconscious with some chemical concoction given to them by the human controlling them. He watched as Jeice kneeled at the human's feet, carrying out mission after mission at the man's command. He watched his brother fight trapped in his mind just as he was. He watched it all.

As he watched, however, he noticed that the fog was ever so slowly lifting from his mind. He found himself able to think clearer and move around the space with just a bit more freedom and he relished it.

When they'd been awakened by the human calling himself Master, they'd immediately been given some sort of drug that dulled their strength and instincts immensely. The human went on and on about creating the perfect weapon using their baby brother and taking the place of Loki as his Lord's favorite, whatever the hell that meant.

Now, however as he kneeled beside Jeice in front of 'Master' he fought to keep his face perfectly blank. The drug was slowly wearing off and soon, very soon, they would be able to free themselves and their brother from this place.

They would teach the humans about touching their family and Master would learn just how foolish it was to mess with a Salenyme.

TBC...

A/N: Okay so I've planned two different versions on where to go from here and I find myself conflicted. Therefore, I'm gonna sit back on this story for a few days and write out a little of both versions this way I can see which one I like better and post it for you guys. Anyways, review and tell me what you think. ;-)