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I’ve noticed a lot of stories along these lines: Tony gets captured/attacked/what-have-you and in the process gets his arc reactor forcibly removed
and those prompts are all well and fun
but I want to see something a bit different (and I will be posting this prompt as soon as I get to an open round)
What I want to see is this: Instead of Tony being captured, one/all of the Avengers are. And they’re ransomed. The ransom doesn’t say what they want, only that Tony needs to come alone and without the suit.
Once he gets there he sees his teammate(s) in deathtraps and the (wo)man/men holding them give Tony a choice: The arc reactor for his friends.
He’s not being held or restrained, he’s allowed to refuse, he’s allowed the leave. The door’s right there, no one’s stopping him. But if he leaves the Avengers die.
If he agrees and hands over the arc reactor his friends live and are free to go.
Basically what I want to see is this: Tony willingly taking the arc reactor out ( ... )
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So while he'd always refuse to give up the reactor if it was "just" his life at stake, because the design could be used for very bad things, if it was it (and his life) or the team's? Just ugh. This is just so Tony.
Hopefully someone writes it!
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He’s pulling at his hair, barking orders at JARVIS, surviving on nothing but coffee and cold scraps of take-out and energy drinks because his team is fucking missing and SHIELD is working on finding them but they’re so goddamn slow.
The call is untraceable and he accepts it because at this point, he’s ready for anything.
“Mr. Stark.”
“If you’ve even fucking thought about hurting them-”
“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, Stark. Your team is listening in, if that’s a deterrent, though I imagine its not.”
“What do you want?”
It’s that growled question when it all clicks in maddening clarity. Those four words that stir that thing inside his chest, a gripping (love?) realization that whatever the man asks of him, he will do. It’s frightening if he’s honest with himself, that a group of people should have such power over him ( ... )
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on the EDGE of my seat for the next part
Tony Tony
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very, very interesting so far
I'm waiting on the edge of my seat to see where you take this :D
Thank you so much for filling this for me!
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There’s a labyrinth of empty offices and hallways and stairs before they finally arrive in the basement.
A spacious room with a row of cells along the back wall and he clenches his fists because his team are being held like criminals.
“You fucking idiot,” Clint surges forward against the bars, he’s holding his hand close to him chest and that makes something rush in Tony's chest, something animalistic and dark and murderous.
“Tony, God, you weren’t supposed to come.” It’s Steve now, heavy manacles that glint around his wrists, puncture wounds along his neck, stance weary and tired ( ... )
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OP is VERY please, this is exactly what I was looking for
I cannot wait for the rest of it X3
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It was worth it. He knows in his heart that he did the right thing.
Someone is calling him, saying his name, Tony,
“Tony!”
His mind refocuses, eyes settle on Steve, the ragged sound of his voice.
“Can you open the doors?” Clint asks, eyes raking the room for anything useful because they need to get out goddamn it, Tony, Tony’s fucking dying right in front of their eyes and Clint can’t just stand there, can’t just watch, no more. No more red on his ledger, not the blood of a friend, a teammate, a brotherTony moves toward Clint’s cell. He wants to try, but fatigue settles in the deep hollow in his chest ( ... )
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