Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

HYDRA

"Do you know why you're here?"
"Nope but I can guess. Money, revenge or hatred. Which one?" Tony asks nonchalantly, though the fear in his eyes betrays his confidence.
"Don't need money, I don't hate you and I have no use for revenge against you." The man in the white lab coat smiles at him. "Do you know who I am?"
Tony keeps quiet, the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out what's going on.
"I'll take that as a no. I, myself, am not important." He continues, "The people I work for, however, are."
"Who'd you work for?" Tony asks him, looking around the almost bare room. All white walls and nothing but the fancy chair that his wrists, ankles and torso are strapped to.
The man watches his expression as he tells him, "HYDRA." And then he smirks, seeing how Tony's face dropped. "You know us, I assume."
"I've heard of you." Tony replies, he tries to keep the fake calmness in his face again. "Rogers rambled on about you guys a few years back."
"Ah yes, the original super soldier. What a waste. He could've had the whole world in his hands and instead he uses it to fight evil."
"Yeah, it's a shocker that didn't work out." Tony replies sarcastically, "You wanna repeat the process with me? Is that why I'm here?"
"No, of course not, Mr. Stark. We don't need a new soldier. All we need from you is your brain." The man says, "A few quick scans, take a few samples and then who knows? Maybe we kill you. Maybe we keep you as a trophy."
"First off, I'd be an amazing trophy and second, that's not gonna happen."
"Unfortunately for you, Mr. Stark, no one is coming to your rescue. And once we're done with you..." He pauses and smirks, "You won't be able to crawl out of this place."
"Look, no offence but you guys always lose. You had Barnes for seventy years and you still lost him. It's kind of embarrassing at this point." Tony pauses and then smiles as he watches the doctor's face get red with anger.
"But you're different, Mr. Stark. You're different because unlike Barnes, we don't need you alive. Now, stop your whining and stay quiet." He says as he walks out of the door and closes it behind him.
"Fuck." Tony whispers, pulling at the restraints again.
The man quickly returns wheeling in an X-ray machine. "This won't hurt, we're going to perform a CT scan to ensure there is no abnormalities in your brain."
He plugs it into the wall and then moves it so the machine is directly in front of Tony. "Now, are you going to stay still or shall I drug you?"
The genius almost snarls at him, but he knows that he has a better chance of being found if he's awake, then he can call out to someone.
"I'll be still." He mumbles, annoyed at himself for not making the doctor's life harder.
"Good boy." The man replies with a smirk, "this'll only take a minute."

The next two hours go by fast, he prodded at him with needles and scanned his whole body, they took skin samples and finally they were done.
"You're very obedient, aren't you? Thought you'd put up more of a fight." He says, smiling at the frown on Tony's face.
"Yeah, well, anything I can do to help." The genius replies sarcastically.
"You're funny. Funny won't get you anywhere. Speaking of going anywhere, it's time for you to move to your room."
"My room?"
"Yes, you'll be staying here for a while, or until they get bored of you. We want you to be comfortable." The doctor tells him, "Now, I'm going to get some agents to bring you out."
"Too scared to do it yourself?" Tony asks with a grin.
"Not scared, Mr. Stark, just smart." He replies and within a minute there are two other men standing at his sides.
"Take him to room 'C' and make sure he's locked up." The doctor tells them casually as he walks out of the room. "Maybe I'll see you again sometime, Mr. Stark."
The two men grip his arms and drag him down a hall, all the while Tony fights against them to no avail.
They arrive at a door, one of the men struggles to open it and keep a grip on the billionaire, but they're inside the room a few seconds later.
"Get off me, you assholes!" Tony shouts, he's starting to panic even more now, the tests were scary but staying here for the rest of his life would be so much worse.
They throw him onto the floor and pin his arms to the wall so that he can't lift them up. They cuff him to a bar that's not high from the ground and then they get his legs. By the time the two have stood back up, Tony was sitting against a wall, barely able to lift his hands. He kicks his legs, but he can't do anything else. His focus changes quickly as he notices the men leaving.
"You can't just leave me here, you bastards!" He shouts after them, and just as he's about to yell at them again, a man appears in the doorway.
"No need to be so dramatic, Stark." He sighs, "You won't be here much longer. If it was up to me you'd already be dead."
"Good thing that it isn't up to you then." Tony replies nonchalantly.
The man chuckles a little and then moves closer, "We need to get the results from your tests."
"What am I supposed to do until they come back?"
"Relax?" He asks rhetorically, "A few of our people would love to get their hands on you. One in particular."
"Oh yeah, who?"
"Him." Tony turns his head and sees a long haired assassin standing in the doorway, one he knows quite well.
"Bucky?"