Yet another warehouse. Tony began to think that villains these days had absolutely no style. Of course, there was this 'dangerous' appeal of a warehouse that he had to admit came with a deteriorating building, but after being kidnapped 4 times in the past 5 months, Tony was growing increasingly tired of the same setting.
"You know, an abandoned warehouse is kinda obvious considering, well, as superheroes, we tend to visit these kinds of places pretty much weekly."
His captor yelled at him, in what he presumed to be Russian. If he had to guess from the gun on his forehead, it was something along the lines of 'Shut the hell up'. He could have been asking for milk for all Tony knew. Yet despite the obvious danger he was in, Tony just didn't feel it in him to be the cooperative hostage.
"I don't know if you know this, but I happen to be dating this big guy. You might of heard of him, Captain America? Yeah… well I don't think he'll be happy that you stole me right before what was going to be our 1 year anniversary party. I didn't really want a party. Told him I'd much rather sleep with him. But he was insisting on celebrating it with friends or something stupid like that."
At this point, Tony was rambling. There was more yelling, guns pointing as his head, threateningly. Tony sighed. They really couldn't get more original than this, could they?
It was as he began to go plan exactly how it was he was going to make up you know, getting kidnapped, Tony ducked as the window behind him crashed open, slinging glass all across the room.
"You think my party was stupid?" a certain American hero asked from behind.
Tony turned around a smiled. "Well, I just wasn't exactly keen on Clint's idea of a party. I'd rather just have fondue."
Song: Beni Benimle Birak by maNga
A/N: If you couldn't tell already, I don't draw inspiration from the words themselves—but the music. I do not know Turkish, thus I couldn't grab any lyrical meaning behind the song.