Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Evil! Steve? Part 2

Tony awakens a few hours later, in almost as much pain as he was in when he first passed out. He opens his eyes and lifts his head, looking around the room and finding nothing. No Steve, or no Victor Von Doom. The hero is relieved.
The relief doesn't last long though, there's only about twenty minutes before the door opens and Steve walks in. But he's not alone this time, the group of men in suits are close behind him.
"I'm feeling really underdressed." Tony says in a joking manner.
"Not lost your sense of humour? I wonder how long that will last." Steve says condescendingly.
"I was kidnapped for months in Afghanistan a few years ago, if you think one day of bullshit will take away my humour, you've got another thing coming." He replies, no one can tell he's scared, his voice is full of confidence.
"You are special. I thought you'd be another rich guy with no personality. I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Thanks, wish I could say the same."
"We've sent demands to a Mr. Harold Hogan, the only thing we need now is proof of life." Steve tells him, he clicks his fingers at one of the men, who pulls out a camera from his bag.
"You want me to say my name and the date? Or you want me to hold up a newspaper from today?" Tony asks.
"Just your name and the date will suffice."
Tony pauses, "Yeah? I can do that."
"Whenever you're ready." Steve replies, gesturing to the camera that now has a flashing red light.

Tony takes a breath and then looks into the lens with a smile. "Go fuck yourself."
Steve's face goes from furious to amused within seconds. He takes a second to compose himself and then turns around to face the camera.
"Today, is the fifteenth of March. I called Mr. Hogan earlier this morning and he asked for proof that Mr. Stark is alive. Here's your proof:" Steve spins back around and walks behind Tony, clasping his hand over the genius' mouth so he can't speak. His grip is so tight that it hurts and his cheekbones ache from the beating. There's nothing he can do to stop Steve from making him face the camera, so he just closes his eyes and tries to breathe.
"You have the demands and the drop point, try anything stupid and I kill him." He uses his free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out a long, sharpened knife, which he immediately holds to Tony's neck. And then the man in a suit presses a button and drops the camera down.
Steve releases his grip and puts the knife back.
"You can keep making it hard, but we will get what we want. And the harder you make it for us... the harder we make it for you. And you don't want that." The super soldier says threateningly, he turns to the other men. "Leave. There's nothing to do for now but wait and I would like to get to know Mr. Stark better."
The men follow his orders quickly, rushing out and closing the door. Tony's left alone with him and his heart starts to race.
"I know I'm good company, but surely you have something better to do." He remarks.
"Not for a while, not until Hogan drops off what we need."
"Perfect. You wanna beat me unconscious again or do you wanna-"
Steve cuts him off, running a thumb over a cut he had left on his forehead. The genius winces back away from his touch with a pained gasp.
"Didn't mean to make such a mess so soon." Steve mumbles, "I was hoping to save that for later but you're so good at provoking anger."
"It's a talent." Tony tells him.
"You have a lot of those." Steve continues, "Technology. That's your strong point though, once we get the equipment we need, you're going to help us create some amazing things."
Tony pauses and then laughs at the idea. "You think I'm going to help you? Really? Why the fuck would I do that?"
"Because, Stark," Steve says plainly, pointing to himself, "we need you. But we don't need Steve. As soon as I arrive in my actual form, I can either let go of his brain or... I can kill him."
Tony's face drops, "What?"
"Do you understand what I'm saying? You're going to do exactly what you're told, or we kill your friend."
"So?" The genius asks, "Why is your 'actual body' not here? Where are you?"
"I'm a few hours away, but my suit is being developed as we speak. I should be able to meet you face to face within a few days."
"Lucky me." Tony mutters as Steve begins to circle him, "What do you want me to do?"
"For right now, just sit there and be quiet."
"I can do the first part, can't guarantee the second."
"Your time in Afghanistan? How was it?" Steve asks, the real Steve had never brought it up, he always worried that Tony would have a panic attack.
"Yeah, great. Lotta fun. Are you gonna keep asking me boring questions or will you just fuck off?"
"I can leave you here, or, I can move you so you can sleep in a bed for the night. It's up to you." Steve says, smiling when Tony winces as he leans forwards to start undoing the tape around his wrists. "So?"
The hero hates himself for doing anything he suggests, but he knows that he needs to be unrestrained to have a shot at getting out of here. He looks down and nods.
"Good. See?" Steve asks, as he pulls Tony up to his still-chained feet, "We'll make a good prisoner out of you yet."
Tony's adrenaline takes over and he swings at the man in front of him, Steve, however, catches his fist before it connects with anything. The hero groans in frustration as he's once again thrown to the wall behind him. Steve has both of his wrists pinned.
"The more you try, the worse it is for you." He grits his teeth.
Tony thrashes but he's too strong to budge, even more hard to stop in his weakened state. But he can't stop trying. So he spits directly in Steve's face. The soldier doesn't flinch but his face turns red with anger.
"You little bitch." The soldier removes his hands from Tony's wrists, and up to his neck. He squeezes so tight that the hero can't breathe, it feels like his neck is going to snap.

He wakes up in a different room, he's lying on a mattress on the floor with his hands chained begin his back and connected to a metal pole on the wall. He tries to call out, to ask if someone is behind the closed door, but his voice is hoarse and his neck is bruised.
His head is still spinning but he awkwardly shuffles so that he's sitting up, despite his hands still being bound. He looks around the otherwise empty room to find a table and a wooden chair. Nothing else.

He's left alone for a while before he hears the clicking of shoes on the concrete floor and the turning of a lock. The door opens and in walks 'Steve.'

"Have a good sleep?" He asks.
Tony tries to reply with a yes but his throat is so sore that nothing comes out.
Steve laughs, "Hard to talk? I'm glad. It's nice not hearing you speak for once. Don't worry about it, I'm not here to talk today."
Tony tilts his head in question.
"I'm here to make sure that you don't think you can get away with disrespecting me. I know you, Stark. I know that you could've tried to escape in the trunk of the car, or when I threw you over my shoulder. You didn't try though. You didn't try because you thought, deep down, that maybe you would hurt the real Steve." He explains, "Let me tell you something... I am not your friend, I am not Steve." He pulls out a blunt knife, and brandishes it. "I've already told you, I can't kill you but I can hurt you." He strolls toward Tony and pins his legs down underneath his knee. The hero keeps a brave face, even when it's pressed so tightly against his cheek that it begins to break skin. It doesn't hurt, not until he removes it from his face and plunges it into his left leg. Tony chokes out a shout of agony and drops his head.
"You want to try and escape, that's fine. You can't. So the next time you attempt anything like that again, I take away the use of your other leg. You understand?" Steve gets no reply so he pulls Tony's head up by his hair. "You get it?"
"Fuck you." The genius tries to say but it comes out a whisper.
The super soldier just smirks, "Still defiant? I'm almost impressed. It's not going to get you any medals but- impressive all the less."
Tony coughs a few times before he's able to talk more clearly. "I have enough awards so I should be good."
"I bet you do. Get some sleep, Stark. Oh and..." He waits a second and then pulls the knife out roughly and relishes in the pain Tony experiences with a shout, "Don't spit at people. It's crude and disrespectful." He walks to the door and closes it behind himself.

Tony takes a deep breath and composes himself. He lies down, his arm aching from the way he's positioned from the handcuffs. He's bleeding onto the mattress but he decides to just close his eyes and let himself fall back asleep.