Wow, a second Chapter!

Slightly Disturbed Cookie Girl: This is just for you!

Six years earlier, Afghanistan

Tony blinked as he woke up, finding himself in an unfamiliar environment, lying on a bench.

The billionaire's eyes hurt. A lot.

He turned to his right and, after focusing a few seconds, found a cup. He reached out to it but all he managed to do is to drop it.

He tried to get off the bench and stand up, only to be pulled back by something restraining him.

Some casually stated, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Tony rapidly turned to his other side as his hurting eyes met a device - a car battery with wires. He tugged onto them and traced them leading to his chest. He ripped the bandages open, finding that he has been hooked up to a car battery and an electro magnet. He gasped and panted, breathing unevenly as he tried to take in everything he just found out.

Soon, the same man is seen sitting near the fire. He was whistling as he stirred some sort of food in a pot, ignoring Tony who was sitting on the makeshift bed he had just woken up in.

"What did you do to me?" Tony asked.

"What I did? What I did was to save your life. I removed all the shrapnel I could, but there's a lot left, and its heading into your atrial septum. Here want to see?" The man said, waving a small glass vial, shaking it so that the rattling of the metal scraping against the glass could be heard. "I have a souvenir, take a look." The man tosses the vial to Tony who has managed to stand up and catch it. "I've seen many wounds like that in my village. We call them the walking dead, because it takes about a week for the barbs to reach their vital organs. Unfortunately, they did not allow me to treat your eyes at all."

"What? My eyes? You know why they hurt?"

"Yes. The bomb hit you not only in your chest, but also near your eyes. Without proper treatment, what I am both unable and forbidden to give, you will not be able to see at all in three or four months. That is, if you live that long."

The genius panicked. He could not turn blind. He would not be able to design or invent anything if he was! "What is this?" he asked, trying to stop himself from thinking about it.

"That is an electromagnet, hooked up to a car battery, and is keeping the shrapnel from entering your heart." Tony unzipped the jacket… "That's right. Smile."

"We met once you know, in a technical conference in Bern."

"I remember you. Very vaguely."

"I'm surprised. If I had been that drunk I wouldn't have been able to stand, much less give a lecture on integrated circuits-" The man states but gets interrupted by Tony, who seemed to be getting a little impatient and maybe guilty.

"Where are we?" Tony asked bitterly.

Suddenly the manrushed Tony and helping him stand after hearing the door shaking.

"Come on, stand up. Stand up! Do as I do!" The man spoke in a hurried tone. "Come on, put your hands up," The man hissed.

"Those are my guns!" Tony realized after a moment. "How did they get my guns?"

The man gave a sharp glare and repeated his order under his breath. "Do you understand me? Do as I do."

The door swings open, and a man walks forward, a thick black beard on his face as he grins, talking in a language that Tony could not understand.

The bearded guy talks and the tall man listens before translating, "He says 'Welcome, Tony Stark, the most famous mass murderer in the history of America.'"

Tony was careful not to let his face show his shock, discomfort and offense to those words.

"He is honored. He wants you to build the missile. The Jericho missile that you demonstrated. This one." He passes a photo to Tony, the picture of the missile on it and Tony stares a few moments, trying to see it properly, before swallowing thickly and looking upright.

"I refuse." Tony states cooly.

People were dragging Tony out of the cave, guards escorting him with high tech guns trained on him. They reach the mouth of the cave and one of the guards pull the paper bag shielding Tony's sore eyes.

Tony stumbles and holds onto another guard for support and then squints to adjust to the bright light. They start working into the area they were in.

Tony frantically looked around, trying to see as much as possible, although he knew it would be better if he closed his eyes, and takes in the intimidating stacks of weapons which seem have been imported from his company.

"He wants to know what you think." The man from inside translated from the bearded grinning man who seemed to be the leader.

Tony looks, still looking around while shivering slightly from the cold in his stomach and lungs, the other man continues to talk. "I think you got a lot of my weapons." Tony croaked out.

"He says they have everything you need to build the Jericho missile… He wants you to make the list of materials. He says for you to start working immediately, and when you're done, he will set you free." The man translated.

Tony gives a grim smile, clasping hands with the man and speaking a few words. "No he won't." Tony told the tall man beside him.

The tall man hesitates before replying, "…No he won't."

~Marvelgeek42