So sorry I've been gone so long my followers. Remember I love you all! I had some bad happenings that didn't really help with my writing skills.
So this gets kind of dark and sad. just as an fyi

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Chapter 8

Tony stared out the window as the wind blew in the rain and just looked over the city hoping that he would wake up soon. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and opened them slowly to only find an empty bed, and an empty room again. He panted a little, frustrated and slammed his bed room window closed before running down a flight of stairs. He didn't even think of taking the elevator, his mind-set into overdrive worrying about HIS Bruce.

Maybe he just went out for a walk or something, he thought but automatically drove his palm into his face. It's fucking raining outside, why would he even think about going for a walk? "JARVIS? Is Bruce still in the tower?" Tony asked his AI as he finally gets down to his lab and starts getting into one of his Iron Man suits. "No sir. Doctor Banner is not in the tower," the AI went quiet and Tony kept getting his suit on, "JARVIS, do you have any surveillance on where he went or what happened?" Tony was completely in his suit now as JARVIS spoke into to Tony's helmet, "No sir. It seems as though my networks and systems hand been hacked briefly. I have no footage of the third level of the tower while you and Doctor Banner slept." Tony was beyond upset, he flew from his tower and started circling New York scanning the area for any sign of Bruce.

Tony finally returned to the tower after scanning New York in the wee hours of the morning. He used his computers checking the GPS location on Bruce's phone, which had been conveniently left in his bedroom along with the ID cards that Tony had outfitted the Avengers with upon arriving to the tower. He raked his fingers through his hair before he pushed the computer screen on the floor with a growl and throwing a few random items across the room. He leaned on his elbows and gripped at his hair frustrated and on the verge of tears. He took a deep breath feeling a sob coming, but held it in hearing his lab door open and close. His heart jumped in his throat a little hopping it was Bruce. He turned and looked to find it was only Clint. He quickly looked away and down at his lab table. "It'll be okay Tony. We'll find him don't worry," Clint tried comforting Tony, resting a hand on his shoulder. "How? How in the hell are we going to find him Clint? We have no footage of anyone coming or going from the tower. Someone was able to break into my systems, and sneak in, while we slept and was able to kidnap Bruce without him Hulking out or waking anyone up," Tony snapped and brushed Clint's hand off his shoulder and mumbled, "I don't know what to do Clint." Clint sighed a little, "I'll talk to Director Fury and see if he can help at all." Tony listened as Clint left his lab and he just sat there and cried not knowing what else to do.

Bruce couldn't remember what happened. He shifted a little and thought, this isn't my bed, he tried to move again but now realized he has leather restraints holding him down, this is definitely not my bed. He slowly opened his eyes, but every thing was dim and kind of blurry. His mind felt kind of fuzzy, he tried sitting up a little but couldn't. He tried to get his eyes to focus but nothing happened. He groaned a little, feeling groggy and turned his head to the side realizing he was hooked up to a iv drip. He mumbled quietly to himself, "Jesus, fuck, where am I?" A few tears escaped his eyes as he thought, oh God, Tony must be going crazy right now. He squeezed his eyes shut and then they flew open again and whispering to himself, "Why haven't I Hulked out? What's going on? Why can't," he slowly stopped talking as he felt himself being jabbed with a needle and falling unconscious again.

It had been three days since Bruce disappeared. Tony came up into his lounge, furious, pacing the different levels of the tower. Reaching the lounge area, he automatically heads for the bar he had placed in the corner of the room. He glanced at the clock and was slightly glad that it was about three in the morning. That meant everyone else was in bed, and that no one would be around to give him a hard time about his drinking habits. Not that it was much of a habit any more. Bruce had made it a point to Tony that he was drinking too much and that it slightly bothered him. Bruce then continued to explain to Tony, that his father was an alcoholic and both he and his mother, before she passed, were on the receiving end of an abusive drinker. Tony completely understood that feeling. He poured himself a tumbler of scotch on ice and kept thinking about the past conversation. He remembered telling Bruce about his father. After the lengthy conversation and Bruce almost breaking down, Tony had promised to try to slow down on his emotional drinking.

A few tears escaped Tony's eyes as he worked on his fourth tumbler of Scotch, feeling as though he had failed Bruce and if he saw him like this, he'd be upset and leave him. He sat on the floor of the lounge and leaned against the floor length glass windows and ran his fingers through his hair as more tears escaped his eyes. He felt a sob building up in his chest, but he tried holding it down and finished off his tumbler. He coughed a little as he brought his knees to his chest, not sure if he was choking on his drink or the sob that hadn't come out yet. He opened his tear filled eyes a little watching the reactor glow in the shell that is his torso, legs and arms, and bit his lip wondering what the hell he was going to do. He had to find Bruce, he had to save him. Tony shook his head hard, this can't be happening, his dreams couldn't be coming true. He bit his lip harder, almost drawing blood, and finally let the sob out that he had held in for so long. He heaved a little as he felt himself crying even harder. He felt like he failed Bruce. He felt like he was never going to see his love again. What was he going to do if they couldn't find him? Probably kick everyone out of the tower and live alone in his depressed solitude, curled into a ball of loneliness and wait to die. Better yet, instead of waiting for death, he thought, if we don't find Bruce I can just rip this damn magnet out of my chest.

He heaved a couple more times, crying harder than he has in a while. Tony flinched slightly feeling a hand on his back, and looked up from his drunken depression. Steve frowned a little and sat beside Tony on the floor and said quietly, "Drinking isn't going to bring him back Tony. SHIELD is doing everything they can to find out where General Ross took hi..." Tony interrupted Steve quickly and mumbled quietly, "I don't think SHIELD is trying at all! I was better off trying to find him myself." "Tony, I don't think Director Fury means to cause any problems," Steve tries to comfort Tony again. Tony shook his head almost violently, " I can't just keep sitting here and not know where he is, if he's okay, hell not know if he's still alive. I need to do something, now," Tony swatted Steve's hand away and stands up quickly, almost losing his balance Steve sticks a hand out and catches him. "Tony, you can't go out looking for him like this, you'll get yourself killed." Tony turns and looks at Steve and snaps, "I am not leaving, father! I'm going to do what SHIELD should do! Hunting down Ross and find MY Bruce!" He stormed off to his lab and only half way there did he realize, that he just openly referred to Bruce as his.

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