Chapter One: Iron Heart

Tony Stark didn't play well with others. At least that had been the best way to describe him a few years back. Hell, he had even admitted that, but that had been before he had meet the Avengers. Before he hadn't been selfish exactly, but he had to shoulder everything and god knew that he had been betrayed enough to have some deep trust issues.

But after the Battle of New York, he had grudgingly admitted to Bruce Banner that maybe the other guys weren't that bad. And after the whole mess with Ultron he was convince that they weren't just friends, they were family.

Tony had gotten attached. Tony never got attached, not even to a pet goldfish. But the Avengers had creeped up on him. Hell, he had even started to think of them as family as weird as that had been.

For once in his life he had friends, teammates, people other than Rhodey and Happy who wanted to have a drink with him and would warn him when his head was getting too big for his ego.

But after the whole Civil War mess and finding out Bucky killed his parents and Steve's betrayal. Well, could they blame him if he was hurt. Once again he was alone and now the tower felt too lonely with just himself and Vision.

Natasha was on the run, Pepper was gone, and the others wanted nothing to do with him. Tony gripped his whisky glass. He wanted to be mad, he really did. He wanted to feel that anger that he had felt when he was fighting Steve and Bucky, how he had been so mad that he had wanted to crush Steve's perfect teeth and skull against the window.

But Tony just felt sad and hurt, if that was even possible. After all, everyone knew that Tony Stark had no heart. He took another sip of his drink. Maybe finishing a bottle of whisky was not the best idea especially so close to bedtime. Besides he was fighting a cold.

"Put some music will you FRIDAY?" He told the AI. He wasn't ready to sleep yet. "Some Black Sabbath. As loud as you can, don't let me be interrupted, not by General Ross, not by anyone."

"Yes, Sir." Friday responded as Black Sabbath started playing and Tony started bobbing his head to the music. Yes, the music relaxed him. He started swinging his hips slightly to the music and he did what he did best. He tinkered.

He could have heard the music over the drilling of the tools that he used on his Iron Man suit. Vision was currently with Rhodey helping him with his exercise to help regain some of his movement. Rhodey told him that this was not necessary, but Vision insisted on going there every afternoon in order to help him.

As much as Tony liked him, he could really do without Vision for a few hours. If he wasn't cooking awful food, he was pouting over missing Wanda. Apparently he wanted to get into the Maximoff twin's pants.

The music suddenly turned off. "FRIDAY, what is it? I was listening to that; you're not going to take a nap are you?" Tony frowned. "FRIDAY?"

The lights started flickering on and off and he put down his tools. "Vision? Is that you, I'm not really in the mood for jokes right now."

Tony heard someone walking and he turned around and saw a bald man with a blue suit. "Who the hell are you and how the hell did you get here?"

"Please Mr. Stark, don't ask any pointless question. I admit your system, FRIDAY was it was a little more advance that we had anticipated, but it seems that we cracked the code, didn't we." He gave him a smile. "I'm sorry you must think me very rude. My name is Vincent."

"I don't care what your name is," Tony said, he had his watch ready on his wrist like he always did. With the push of a button he would have his Iron Man suit at his disposition. "What the hell do you want? And you better answer because otherwise things are not going to be pretty."

"No, they're not," Vincent said slowly and Tony felt the piercing of several needles hitting his back. Stupid him, he had thought that Vincent had been the only one. That was a rooky mistake, even Parker wouldn't have been as stupid. The needles pierced his skin and they seemed to make his muscles go numb like very intense muscle relaxers.

He tried to speak, but found out he couldn't and he felt as if his legs turned to jelly as he fell to the floor. "That's it," Vincent said in a sickening soothing voice. "Just relax Mr. Stark we will take good care of you."

Tony wanted to answer back at him, to spit in his face. But he couldn't do that, his face had gone numb as well as his whole body, and then suddenly everything turned black.

"You can't do that," Steve Rogers said as he scolded Wanda Maximoff as she turned away from peeking at the window. She looked both guilty and annoyed. "It may have been a month since the whole accords mess, but I still broke all of you out of jail. All of us are wanted criminals." He turned to look at Sam Wilson and Scott Lang who were entertaining themselves by playing video games. Clint Barton was video chatting with his family. T'Challa was back in his island kingdom with the scientists that were helping Bucky remember.

"So Stark gets to stay at his precious mansion while the rest of us are cramped here, being hunted at like wild dogs. How is that fair?" Wanda said bitterly. She still hadn't forgiven Tony for the fact that he had tried to lock her in her room and then because of him had spent some time in that floating hell.

"I know it isn't easy," Steve said. "But we just have to muddle through. Remember, this place is much better than being dead or in that prison."

Wanda gave him a small smile. "True. I'm cooking us some dinner."

As Wanda started opening drawers and getting things for dinner, Steve looked at his cell phone. Still no missed calls. Was he an idiot for thinking that Tony would call? He wanted nothing to do with Steve.

Thanks to Fury and Clint's contacts they had managed to be in hiding in a small cabin in Michigan in the middle of nowhere. It was a bit cramped, but better than the alternative. Though he doubted he could take much of Scott and Sam's video game challenges.

There was a knock on the door and Steve frowned as he went towards the door. No one usually came here not even the post man. "Steve," an annoyed voice came out from the other end. "Open up."

Steve relaxed. Natasha Romanoff. He opened the door and saw Nick Fury. Both looked tense and worried. Natasha bit her lip. "We have a situation, it's Stark."

-End of Chapter One-

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