He didn't know how long he was there for. Hours? A day? All he knew was that he was unable to move from the table. He couldn't move, he couldn't fight back. All he could do was tell these assholes to piss off.
Turns out that these assholes were part of HYDRA. There were a couple of demands that he help them build tech. A couple of orders for the secret to his arc reactor. Every demand just had Tony telling them to fuck off. Of course, that only earned him a couple of back hands to the mouth. Maybe even some pressure pressed against the wounds in his limbs (they forcibly removed the control nodes, the bastards). But regardless, of what they did, he wouldn't help them. He'd only continue to taunt them.
It wasn't until they they mentioned his bond that he got quiet. They knew that they had hit a nerve. When a finger slid along the name on his arm, he tried not to let out a shudder. They didn't just want him. They wanted Bucky. Tony closed his eye, practically prayed to a God he didn't believe in. Prayed that his bond wouldn't be stupid enough to come find him. He didn't know exactly what Hydra had done to control him, but he knew it could happen again. All they needed was the right distraction and they had that already.
Time passed by. Again, he didn't know how long. They were tired of waiting. There were more demands for the arc reactor and Tony only laughed in their faces.
That's when the needles came out.
Something was injected into his veins, right where the tattoo started on his wrist. He tried shaking them off, but they held him down. It was ice cold, thick. He could feel it as it circulated through his system. Feel each inch of his body slow down. It made his limbs heavy and no matter how much he struggled it was difficult to move them. Hands stroked his hair. That's better. Your compliance will help build a new world.
He wanted to scream. Wanted to fight back, but he couldn't move. All he could do was listen to the shuffle of equipment around him. The light overhead was sill bright and the hands were gone. How long was he like this? He couldn't tell. It was hard to think clearly. Hard to count the seconds. Everything seemed to blur together.
At least it did until he felt the first cut from the scalpel, right under the edge of the reactor in his chest. If he could scream, he would.
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Turns out that these assholes were part of HYDRA. There were a couple of demands that he help them build tech. A couple of orders for the secret to his arc reactor. Every demand just had Tony telling them to fuck off. Of course, that only earned him a couple of back hands to the mouth. Maybe even some pressure pressed against the wounds in his limbs (they forcibly removed the control nodes, the bastards). But regardless, of what they did, he wouldn't help them. He'd only continue to taunt them.
It wasn't until they they mentioned his bond that he got quiet. They knew that they had hit a nerve. When a finger slid along the name on his arm, he tried not to let out a shudder. They didn't just want him. They wanted Bucky. Tony closed his eye, practically prayed to a God he didn't believe in. Prayed that his bond wouldn't be stupid enough to come find him. He didn't know exactly what Hydra had done to control him, but he knew it could happen again. All they needed was the right distraction and they had that already.
Time passed by. Again, he didn't know how long. They were tired of waiting. There were more demands for the arc reactor and Tony only laughed in their faces.
That's when the needles came out.
Something was injected into his veins, right where the tattoo started on his wrist. He tried shaking them off, but they held him down. It was ice cold, thick. He could feel it as it circulated through his system. Feel each inch of his body slow down. It made his limbs heavy and no matter how much he struggled it was difficult to move them. Hands stroked his hair. That's better. Your compliance will help build a new world.
He wanted to scream. Wanted to fight back, but he couldn't move. All he could do was listen to the shuffle of equipment around him. The light overhead was sill bright and the hands were gone. How long was he like this? He couldn't tell. It was hard to think clearly. Hard to count the seconds. Everything seemed to blur together.
At least it did until he felt the first cut from the scalpel, right under the edge of the reactor in his chest. If he could scream, he would.