A fanfic in which I unsystematically slaughter many lines from the movies for my nefarious purposes. And take scenes from fanfics I've previously written. NON CON ahead. And, further warnings, I screw with things. Like, EVERYTHING Civil War. I have never read the comics. Just … try to ignore me. And think dystopia.
The first time Tony Stark sees Steve Rogers after Tony has injected himself with Extremis, Steve is screaming.
According to the report, a young Resistance fighter, Peter Parker, had tried to sneak into an essential computer tech facility in Stark Industries' possession. The place in physical size was actually quite small, was located in a remote desert, and had few workers, but they were the best of the best. Not up to Tony's level, of course. More importantly, the lab housed a backup of a portion of the basic structure of Extremis. A very, very tiny portion, left only to satisfy the government fools who liked to think they had some authority, but … still. If someone who knew what he was doing came across the backup, miraculously, somehow, he might be able to recreate the Virus in some form.
And that wouldn't do. Extremis was too dangerous to be in the hands of just anybody.
That Parker had even discovered the right facility was impressive. However, clearly he had just come into his powers—he was still gawky using them, and the sheer press of trained agents armed with taser rods was starting to overwhelm him.
Tony had sent a very clear message blinking on every computer screen—take the kid alive. It was the only directive, now, keeping him from certain demise. That is, until Captain America broke through the doors and began throwing his famed shield. The tide turned immediately.
"Steve!" Peter shouted as he webbed a man to the wall. "I told you not to come after me!"
The cameras show that Rogers has the audacity to roll his eyes. "Right, and what am I going to tell your Aunt May? That while I'm supposed to be babysitting you, you accidentally wandered off into the Mojave Desert?"
"I can take care of myself!"
Steve manages to fight his way closer to Peter and mutter to him, "Could you do that by webbing the doors shut? Then we can maybe keep out more unwanted guests. You know, keep the party personal." Because more men were pouring through the two entrances, stepping on the bodies of their fallen comrades in their eagerness to get to the two.
Peter blinks. "Good idea!" he hollers, and proceeds to do just that as Steve clears the way. Tony's vision abruptly becomes dark as Rogers hurls his shield and destroys the cameras around the room in a single sweep.
"I see you started the party without me," Tony says as he lifts a hand and blasts open the door.
Tony steps aside as agents rush into the room, catching Peter and Rogers off guard as Peter is pulling both of them through a window. Another laser beam from Tony's gauntlet tears Peter's webbing and the two of them fall to the floor.
Rogers immediately rolls over onto Peter, covering the young man's body with his own. Peter is shouting and struggling, but Rogers only curls tighter around him as the the men in a fury pummel and kick and rain blows on him.
Crossbones enters the room, snapping an electric whip. Tony watches dispassionately as the man—monster now, really, or probably he always was—walks forward, the men parting way for him nervously.
Then Crossbones sets on Rogers. Rogers screams hoarsely into Peter's dark hair as Crossbones lacerates his back, body alternately cringing and shuddering under the whip.
Several minutes later, Rogers's clothes are almost completely shredded and he is bloody and unconscious and still twitching from the electricity shocks. Crossbones kicks him off Parker and the kid scrambles to his feet, staring in horror at Rogers. "Steve!"
Crossbones is starting toward the kid when Tony stops him. "We'll take them in for questioning," he says.
Crossbones glances at the prostrate Rogers, chest heaving with exertion. "Both of them?"
"Yes." When the man hesitates, Tony adds steel to his voice. "Now."
The second time Iron Man sees Captain America after Extremis, Rogers is waking up securely manacled to a steel chair in a stark white interrogation room.