A/N: So I drafted around a bit and I've decided to go with my original train of thought for this story. Enjoy! :)
Chapter Seven
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Bucky roared furiously as him and Steve entered the conference room where the other Avengers were gathered.
He payed the alarmed heroes no heed, his angry cobalt eyes focused on Fury who sighed heavily.
"Barnes-"
"No, Fury! Just no! I had a right to know!" He yelled and the director nodded but his one visible eye was hard.
"He had a right to be at peace, Barnes. Knowing you were alive would've shattered him."
The winter soldier snorted. "Well he knows now!" He snapped and Fury 's eye narrowed and he glared at Steve.
"You took him to see Stark?"
Steve shook his head and placed a placating hand on his fuming friend's shoulder. "No sir. Stark came back early and ran into us while we were out. He's the reason I called and asked you to get everyone here."
Clint frowned.
"Oh lord, what did he do now?"
Bucky glared at him but didn't speak and Steve sighed. "Nothing actually. He went missing shortly after he ran into us. I followed him but he seemed to be in shock because he ended turning down an alley. By the time I reached the alley the only thing there was this." He placed the broken Starkphone on the table.
Everyone frowned and Bruce narrowed his eyes shrewdly at both Steve and Bucky. Of all the avengers he was closest to Tony and he knew it took alot to shock the man, especially enough for him to check out of his surroundings completely.
"Why was he in shock? Why wasn't Barnes supposed to be around him?"
Steve seeing the protective gleam in his eyes, raised his hand to placate him.
"Bruce-"
"Answer me!" Bruce snarled at him, eyes flashing into the Hulk's vivid emerald green.
"I'm his husband." Bucky admitted softly and Clint frowned.
"How's that possible?! You've been under Hydra control for damn near fifty fucking years! Unless they just happen to magically let you out of their control to marry Stark..."
The assassin sighed heavily.
"Toni-"
"Stark is actually Howard's adopted son. Howard found him after one of the Stark Expos shortly after World War II started and liked the fact he had an intellect that rivalled his own, so he made him the original test subject for the Erksine serum." Fury explained. "However unlike with Rodgers, the serum didn't have to give him muscles it enhanced the ones he already had. Because of his physique Howard had Peggy train him as an assassin instead of a frontline soldier."
Steve nodded. "Yeah, I didn't know they were married until today though but I knew they were close. After Bucky 'died' Tony hated me because I came back and Bucky didn't. Last I had heard of him Howard had been forced to lock him away because losing Bucky sent him over the edge."
Clint opened his mouth to question it more but Thor spoke, his booming voice serious.
"My friends, As enlightening as this discussion is we've gotten off the main subject." He paused, glancing down at the broken phone on the table.
"Who has taken Friend Tony?"
"Rise and shine, Little Prince!"
Tony glared darkly at his captor as the man appeared in front of his cell door grinning maliciously.
According to his internal clock two days had passed since he'd awakened in the man's generous custody and since the man had last visited him. In that time he'd been able to devise and discard hundreds of plans to escape finally settling on one that would allow him to save his brothers and himself for the human's custody.
His eyes drifted to the man standing behind his captor like a sentinel, silent and stoic, pale blue eyes empty.
Jeice.
His beloved big brother, Jeice.
His long sable hair fell elegantly around his face, his pale skin nearly glowing in the darkness of the cell and tattooed on his throat in bold black print was the roman numeral 'II'.
Number two.
This bastard had branded him.
Tony snarled at his captor who followed his gaze and chuckled.
"Do you like it? Project 2 has always been a favorite of mine. He's so loyal, much like a dog actually. Don't worry," He held up a needle filled with a thick opaque liquid. "You'll have your own soon enough."
"I'm going to enjoy killing you." The billionaire growled lowly. "I'm going to gut you, then I'm going to rip our your spine and show the world what a gutless, spineless, pathetic bag of pus your really are."
Another chuckle left his captor and an agonizing jolt of electricity rushed through him. He stiffened, refusing to cry out like he had before and his hazel eyes blazed with a dangerous hatred that almost made the human falter.
"You're in no position to be make threats, My prince." He rumbled sliding the needle into Tony's jugular. A slow malicious smile crossed the other man's full crimson lips but he said nothing, allowing the darkness to take hold and pull him under.
"Kael threatened him today."
Silas turned to his middle brother with a raised eyebrow, glad for once, that there were no cameras in their room. The human controlling them seemed to think that his drug was fool proof so he saw no need to monitor them in what he liked to call their 'habitat'.
"What did he say?"
"He said, and I quote, 'I'm going to enjoy killing you. I'm going to gut you, then I'm going to rip our your spine and show the world what a gutless, spineless, pathetic bag of pus your really are.' Sy, his eyes...somethings happened since we 'died'. I've never seen Kael look so vicious, not even at the peak of the Rage."
The former king frowned. "Soon we'll be immune to the drug completely. When that happens we'll be able to get Kael out of here and away from that man."
Jeice nodded, running a hand through his hair.
"Did you finally finish the plan?"
"Yes. It goes like this..."
Two months.
Two long tedious months of searching and asking around only to find nothing. There had been no evidence of who'd taken Tony at the crime scene. No DNA, no lost trinkets, nothing, and it was wearing Bucky thin.
He'd finally found his other half, he was finally whole only to have it ripped away from him just seconds later. It wasn't fair!
For one small insignificant moment in time his and Toni's eyes had met, for the first time in over seventy years he'd been just a hair's breath away from the gorgeous assassin and yet now he'd been snatched away from him by a pair of invisible hands.
Why?
Why?
A soft, sad sigh left the soldier's lips and he gazed dully at the computer screen in front of him.
"Perhaps you should go rest, ." Javis suggested and Bucky shook his head stubbornly.
"Gotta find Toni."
"Your efficiency would increase if you rested." Jarvis insisted. "You have not slept in 74.6 hours, sir."
The Winter soldier jerked, running a trembling hand over his face.
"That long, huh?" He sighed. "Alright, Jarvis. Can you save this for me and wake me at 5."
"Yes sir."
Bucky nodded and stood tiredly to walk over to the couch in the common room.
He was asleep before his head hit the pillow, dreaming of warm hazel eyes.
"Playing with the darkness, be careful of monsters."
Jason Fulton swallowed thickly at the low, haunting tenor ringing in the air around him, refusing to face the prisoner he was guarding. Instead he faced the wall in front of the cell and fought not to let the demon see his fear.
"The merchant calls them, how fast can you run?"
Project III had quickly become the most feared of the boss's test subject, his cold clinical smile and malicious amber eyes striking fear into the hearts of the most solid of men. No one wanted to guard him at night, when his voice trilled in the around them, low and hypnotizing.
"I hear you screaming, your wounds are steady bleeding. You didn't run fast enough."
Project III giggled and Jason forced himself not to shiver, knowing that if he turned around he'd see the beast staring at him with that innocuous tilt to his head and a dark smile on his lips.
"Playing with the Darkness, be careful of monsters.
The Merchant calls them,"
Jason stilled as he felt the warmth of the prisoner right behind him and he spun around to find himself looking into laughing hazel eyes.
"How fast can you run?"
He jerked back with a scream, then raced from the room Project III's haunting giggles echoing behind him.
TBC...
A/N:So...Tony's gone off the deep end? Did you like the song?