I am soooo sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I had such a hard time pumping this one out. I wasn't sure what to do here and I think I did pretty good, just please... Don't hate me.

Chapter 11

Steve was pacing the lobby of the tower and mumbled quietly to himself staring at the floor and glancing at the clock occasionally. "Hey, Cap. Hear from Tony yet," Clint asked coming up behind him. Steve jumped a little and glanced at the other man, "I haven't heard from him, Clint. How long has he been gone?" Clint glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned a little then looked back at Steve, "Uh, well, Cap. He's been gone a good thirteen to fifteen hours. I know he said he'd call us if he needed our help, but this is fucking ridiculous. He would have called us if he found anything, hell he'd call us if anything happened," Clint started to ramble slightly nervous. Steve frowned a little and looked up from the floor, "Do you have the coordinates as to where he was going Clint?" He frowned a little and shook his head running his fingers through his hair, "No. I don't, he didn't give me any information," Clint paused for a moment having an epiphany, "I have an idea!" Clint turned and basically ran down the hall way and left poor Steve standing in the lounge in confusion, "Um, alright."

Bruce groaned quietly as he opened his eyes to see the same blurry ceiling, hearing the same hum of the light hanging from the ceiling. He tugged at his restraints again, but not very hard. He had no energy and no effort what so ever. He closed his eyes feeling tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes again, mentally praying that someone found him, pray that someone would get him out of here. He heard something rattling around on the other side of the room, and he picked up his head and tried to focus his eyes. He couldn't focus at all, due to the sedatives. All he could think was, I think that's another lab table. Did they bring someone else in here? What poor soul, also go dragged into this? He hummed quietly at the growing headache and tugged at his restraints again. He just wanted to go back home, take a shower and crawl into bed with Tony and never leave. He laid there and just listed to the men talk among themselves across the room. They were faint mumbles, but then, he heard his name. He heard a familiar voice say his name. He picked up his head quickly and tried focusing his vision but couldn't, he groaned a little and laid back, but after a few moments, he realized the voice he heard saying his name, was Tony's. Bruce felt a panic starting to build up in him and he sat up again, watching as they sedated Tony, "Tony," he tried calling out, but it wasn't that loud, considering the heavy medications.

Tony woke up laying on a cold metal lab table. He kept his eyes closed and just hoped that everything that was going on was just a dream and never happened. He hoped and prayed that none of this ever happened. Tony moved a little and realized he was restrained and couldn't move hardly at all. Tony frowned a little thinking, slightly confused, how are they keeping Bruce from Hulking out? He frowned and tugged at the restraints, hoping he could bust them or something. After a few more tugs he grunted quietly and gave up relaxing against the table. Tony didn't want to open his eyes, he just wanted to keep lying to himself. Telling himself, this isn't happening...this is not happening, he bit his lip a little holding back a few tears and thinking, Clint was right, I shouldn't have done this on my own. Tony squirmed a little and felt a pain in his arm. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times to get the blur from his eyes, but failed. He turned his head and looked down at his arm seeing an iv. He groaned in frustration and kept his head turned. He picked up his head and looked around the room the best he could, between the blur and the dim lights, he couldn't see much. He looked to his left saw a lab table about six or seven feet away from him. There was a figure laying there, but he couldn't make it out. Tony closed his eyes and opened them, blinking a few times before he could make out the figure. He squinted and mumbled quietly, "Bruce? Bruce is that you?" Bruce turned his head hearing Tony's voice and slowly opened his eyes slurring out, "Tony? Is that you?" Bruce tried getting his eyes to focus and groaned a little seeing Tony only six feet from him, "Oh god, Tony what did you do? What are you doing here?" He closed his eyes and groaned softly. He couldn't believe that Tony got caught, he couldn't believe that Tony was here trying to save him. "Tony, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Tony kept his eyes on Bruce's figure and mumbled a little, "I don't think so," he blinked a couple of times and groans a little, "I think they drugged me though." "Did you come by yourself?" Bruce felt a small panic starting to build up in his chest. They could fuck with him, but when it came to Tony, no body fucked with Tony. Tony bit his lip, he knew he shouldn't have come here alone. Tony sighed a little, "I... I did Bruce. I was stupid and worried about you. Clint told me not to but, I did. I'm sorry baby." Bruce didn't say anything, he just closed his eyes and sighed slight frustrated.

Clint got down to Tony's lab and started hacking into his computer, "JARVIS can you tell me the coordinates that Tony was heading to?" He kept typing into the computer trying to activate the gps signal on Tony's suit. "The coordinates are displayed on the screen Agent Barton," JARVIS answered. Clint smiled a little to himself, glad that he thought of this at all. He looked at the coordinates that JARVIS gave him and smirked writing them down on a piece of paper. He ran back up stairs and banged on Natasha's door as he ran by, "Nat! Suit up! Now! Meet me in the lounge!"

Once Natasha was in the lounge with Steve in Clint, Clint started talking about what Tony was doing. Natasha put her hands on her hips and cleared her throat a little, "So, what is this all about Clint?" He turned quickly and looked at Natasha, "Tony left to go find Bruce. On his own. I tried to tell him not to go, but he wouldn't listen. He promised to call us in if he needed the help, but he's been go for almost thirteen hours or more." Clint ran his fingers through his hair, frustrate, feeling like it as his fault that they couldn't find Tony. Clint repeats and repeats in his mind, I should't have let him go. I shouldn't have let him go. Natasha sighed frustrated and racked a hand through her hair, "You shouldn't have let him go by himself, Clint. What if he died?" Clint narrowed his eyes at Natasha and balled his hands into fists, "You don't think I didn't think of that Nat?! I tried to keep him here, but he wouldn't listen to me. I tried to persuade him to let us go with him, but he said no, and wanted to handle it himself," Clint answered nervously and bit his lip a little, "He wanted to find Bruce on his own Natasha. He's really heart-broken about what happened." "We all are Clint, but that doesn't mean that Tony could just up and leave and not tell us about it, and hope that he calls," Natasha was upset that Tony would be so reckless, but she just thought, I would do the same for Clint. Steve ran a hand through his hair and sighed frustrated, "Alright so, where did he go Clint?" Clint looked down at the piece of paper with the location that he go from Jarvis, "He went to New Mexico. I did some researching on his computer, check out some of his history, and he's thinking that it's an old bas of General Ross'." "So it was Ross that took Bruce?" Natasha asked looking over at Clint. He just simply nodded and looked between Steve and Natasha sadly. "Well, what are we waiting for? We have team mates to rescue," Steve smiled a little looking between the two assassins. Clint got a small smirk on his face and nodded in agreement.

Tony groaned a little feeling woozy from the drugs. He flinched a little feeling someone's hands on his chest. Tony opened his eyes and glanced down at his chest seeing a set of gloved fingers on his chest, gently tracing around his reactor. He started panting slightly, in panic and tried to move away, and spoke through gritted teeth, "Who the fuck are you? What the fuck do you want with Bruce?" "Do you know, how much money, I could get from this small magnet in your chest," the voice asked and gently tapped on the top of the reactor, "this is one special piece of equipment you have there Stark." Tony looked up and trying to focus his eyes, and growls a little seeing General Ross looking down on him. Tony started to ramble, making no sense, "How did you get into my tower, how did you get Bruce without him Hulking out? What? Why?!" "The why, well that's complicated. Then again, so is the how. It was easy to have my tech guys break into your systems, long enough to break in, drug Dr. Banner and take him from you," General Ross explained. "How did you drug Bruce, without him Hulking out," Tony asked drowsy. "Dr. Banner, made a visit to a Samuel Sterns, to help create a cure for his," Ross glanced over at Bruce, "problem. They created a sedative that momentarily stopped the Hulk from coming out. So, we paid a visit to Mr. Sterns and we, how do you say it, boosted the sedative. The time of the Hulk being held back was lengthened, but not permanent. Hence the iv, that Dr. Banner has in his arm. You however, just regular sedatives. Just enough to keep you on the lab table and relaxed. Don't need you causing any problems." Ross says, gently patting Tony's chest. He taps the reactor again, "I'm reeally interested in that piece, Tony." Tony shook his head violently, "No, you're really not. What are you doing with Bruce?" "Oh, Dr. Banner over there? We're just running some tests now, but since he refuses to work for me, or with me, I'll just have to create my own weapon," Ross smirked a little and patted Tony's shoulder, don't worry. We won't forget about you." Tony growled a little as He listed to Ross walk away and started to tug at the restraints and yelled after him, "You're not gonna get away with this Ross, you're fucking with the wrong people," Tony sighed quietly and mumbled to himself as self reassurance, "I hope they come soon. Please, Clint. I need you."

Bruce could faintly hear two people talking next to him, and he rolled his head to the side, and watched as the man walked away. He blinked a couple times and finally realized who it was, and recognized who it was, Ross. General Ross kid napped him? He groaned quietly and shaking his head, "This can't be happening, this can't be happening," he told himself rather loudly. Bruce heard some movement beside him and glanced over at the table that Tony was laying on, "Tony? Are you alright? What'd he do to you?" Bruce heard him grumble a little, "Yeah I'm fine, just, I feel like this is my fault." Bruce sighed a little and shook his head even though Tony couldn't see, "This is not your fault Tony. I shouldn't have stayed, I should have went back to Calcutta where I knew it was safe for me, and you," Bruce closed his eyes feeling a few tears of guilt escape, "I shouldn't have stayed, Tony. I should have known something was going to happen like this, and I knew someone was going to get hurt. I would have rather had it be me than you." Tony felt a pain grow in his chest as Bruce spoke and he closed his eyes tightly, "Bruce, please don't say that. You couldn't have known that this was going to happen. You had no idea that.." Bruce quickly interrupted, "It's not the point, Tony. This is the one reason I don't hang around too long. This is why I don't have relationships, friends, or family, because people like Ross use that against me." Bruce bit his lip upset with the fact that he was getting mad at Tony. He knew he shouldn't be, but he was. Tony blinked back a few tears, he never knew that words like that coming from Bruce could hurt so much, "I'm sorry for up setting you Bruce. I'm sorry you feel that way." Tony stayed quiet for a while after that.

He wasn't sure how long it was that they stayed quiet, but Bruce cleared his throat a little and spoke softly, "you awake over there?" Tony mumbled back, "barely, they've got me so drugged up Brucey." "I'm sorry I got upset at you Tony. I didn't mean it. Honestly. I love you I really do, but like I said. This is just one of the reasons I avoid relationships, but you, I couldn't avoid you Tony." Tony stayed quiet for a few minutes listening to Bruce. More tears streaked Tony's eyes, he wished he could just get up and go over there and cuddle his boyfriend. He just wanted to hold Bruce and be held. "It's okay Bruce, I understand really," Tony bit his lip a little, "I just. I hate being alone Bruce I really do. Ever since you came into the tower and stayed with me for so long, I just wished that you never left and it stayed like that forever. I don't say this often or to a lot of people, but," Tony hesitated a little, "I love you, Bruce. I honestly and truly love you." Bruce smiled at hearing this, although Tony has said it before, this was a completely different situation, and under the circumstances, it just felt that much greater hearing it. Bruce smiled to himself but it quickly faded as he heard the door open and heard foot steps coming in. He heard the two men, whistling some ridiculous tune as they walked over to Tony's table.

Tony stared up at the two men that were standing next to him, and he got this strange uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. The whistling stopped and Tony flinched feeling one of the men's gloved hands run a finger along the edge of the reactor, "So, Mr. Stark, I'm so glad you have this marvelous gift to give us. General Ross will be pleased to have your tech donated to his research." Tony's eyes went wide and started to pull at the restraints, "You've got to fucking kidding me," he growled out. Bruce heard the two men and Tony, and started to panic. "Tony," Bruce started to pull at his restraints and panic even more as he heard the two men starting to wheel Tony's lab table away. Bruce was furious and yelled louder as he pulled harder and harder at the restraints, "Don't you fucking touch him! Tony!"

So yeah. That was chapter 11. Please. Please. Don't hate me... It'll all be better soon. I promise... :( I love you all. Just remember that. Reviews would be nice... but please. Don't hate me.