Iron Man 1 [MCU x OC] [Book 1 of the Stephanie Stark Series]

Chapter three

Afghanistan

After refusing to build a missile, Tony was punished. He was held under water for long periods of time before being brought back up for air. Tony thought they were going to kill him, but they wouldn't. They still needed him. Instead, they led him out of the cave that they kept him in. Tony stood between the soldiers with a bag over his head and in his arms he held the car battery. The skinny man with glasses was behind Tony as well. They both seemed to be prisoners. The man who led the group said a few words in Arabic before the bag was ripped off. 

When Tony open his eyes he was momentarily blind by the bright light of the sun. He seemed to be in some sort of town. It was small, and was filled with soldiers and weapons.  Eventually he was roughly pushed forward, tripping a bit down the hill they were standing on. The soldiers led him to a small shack. The shack was filled with weapons and bombs that were created by Stark Industries. 

Eventually, the large man said something in Arabic to the skinnier man that was with Tony earlier on.

"He wants to know what you think." The skinny man looked at Tony.

"I think you got a lot of my weapons." Tony looked the large man in his eyes with a scowl on his face. He couldn't understand how these people got a hold of the weapons he worked so hard on. The large man declared something in his native language, and walked behind the two captured men. 

"He says they have everything you need to build the Jericho missile." The skinny man said. The sun reflected off his thin glasses as he looked down at Tony. "He wants you to make the list of materials." After finishing the translation, the leader of the small group continued to make requests. "He says for you to start working immediately and when you're done, he will set you free."

The man in charge lifted his hand up to Tony for a handshake. As Tony gripped his hand tight, sealing the deal, he smiled. "No, he won't."

"No, he won't." The the skinny guy repeated. The large man smiled, not understanding what the two where saying, but he didn't question it. He was just happy they were getting that missile.

Later that night, Tony and his "roommate" were back in their cell in front of a fire. 

"I'm sure they're looking for you, Stark," The man with glasses said, "But they will never find you in these mountains." He sounded sad and hopeless. The man was now dressed in a suit and a small hat, he kneeled down in front of Tony. "Look," he started, "what you just saw that is your legacy, Stark. Your life's work, in the hands of those murderers." His voice got louder as he got angrier. "Is that how you want to go out? Is this the last act of defiance of the great Tony Stark? Or are you going to do someth-"

"Why should I do anything? They're going to kill me, either way way. And if they don't, I'll probably be dead in a week." Tonys voice got softer. He just wanted to get out of here, but he knew there is a large chance of that not happening. He look into the fire with tears in his eyes.

"Well, then, this is a very important week for you, isn't it?" Tony clenched his jaw. "Hmm?"

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The next day, Tony was ordering the soldiers around to bring him everything he needed to work. "If this is going to be my work station, I want it well-lit." The soldiers were carrying large pieces of metal, and defective bombs. "I need welding gear. I don't care if it's acetylene or propane." He continued to list his needs while his roommate translated to the other men. They got to work as soon as possible.

After Tony got everything he needed, him and his roommate were left alone to work on the project. Tony was unscrewing something when he started to ask his roommate some questions. "How many languages do you speak?"