Finding the real Tony Stark

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Suddenly the scene changed. It was water. Tony's face suddenly appeared in that same water, causing the liquid to whirl violently. Hands were pushing him down, holding him down in that tub of water. Shouts were heard from above, but they sounded foggy and far away. Tony yelled in the water, in protest, but it only caused him to gulp down more of it.

Peter turned away from the screen and hugged may, his face twisted in horror. "Oh ducky..." Peggy's eyes were suspiciously wet...

Hands suddenly dragged him up to the surface, to air, and Tony gasped, choking for air. He spat out water, spraying the guards with half water, half saliva. A man's face flashed into view, he was smiling a cruel, almost psychopathic smile.

"Mother fucker!"
"I shall summon my wrath upon anybody who dares harm my shield brother! Where are these pathetic excuses for humans!?" Thor boomed in rage and stood up.

"Don't worry big guy, Hela is giving them hell on the other side."

"Hold on- you know Hela?" Odin, Loki and Thor asked, confuzled.
"Yes I do... but that's a story for another time!"
"We can see that later if you want. I'll add it to the list of like 100 ideas :)"

They pushed him down again. The electromagnet buzzed, sending an electric shock through the water and through Tony. His entire body convulsed, and he screamed with pain, gulping down even more water.

Tony gripped onto Natasha's hand tighter as if she were his lifeline. She noticed his breathing had gotten heavier and whispered comforting words in his ear. One hand rubbed circles on his stomach, the other held his hand just as tightly.

All of a sudden, it was like you could see into Tony's head. A flash of Natasha, and her voice, crying, 'Tony!'.

Natasha's mouth formed an o shape as she stared at the screen.
"You heard my voice," she whispered with glazed eyes.

Suddenly the soldiers torturing Tony hauled him out of the tub, dragging him down a dimly lit corridor. They forced a sac over his head and led him to the cave's exit. The man who had been telling Tony about the Jericho missile was in front of him. Finally, the screen filtered sunlight again.

"Get your fucking hands off him!" Jarvis growled.
"~le gasp!~ EdWiN! Watch your language!" Anna slapped Jarvis around the head and he smiled sheepishly.

"My apologies," he said sincerely and rubbed his head.

The man said something again, waving an arm behind his back. The group of soldiers restraining Tony followed him down a ramp, cut into the stone.

The sac was ripped off Tony's head, revealing a very disoriented Tony. His hair was messy and he blinked furiously; the sudden sunlight was obviously painful to look at.

A slight ringing echoed through the speakers. Everything suddenly went painfully bright, like a snapchat filter gone wrong, clearly what Tony could see.

Everything faded into normality, and it was suddenly clear what Tony could see. Surrounded by mountains, a small camp had been made, straw and wooden stalls sheltering guns, grenades, missiles bombs, anything. Groups of people shouting in Arabic were mobbed around the stalls.

One of the soldiers gave Tony a sharp shove, and Tony stumbled down the ramp, following the man who had ordered to torture him.

"Is that a terrorist camp?" Ned asked.

Peter nodded in reply.

Tony slipped slightly as he walked down the hill, carrying his car battery. He looked round, clearly trying to figure out where he was. The camera scanned down one of the stalls; all the weapons had the familiar, Stark Industries, imprinted on the sides.