Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A Man After Midnight

Chapter 5

"Bruce is their a way, and I mean any way that we can track Tony!?" Steve was growing increasingly worried at the missed calls and lack of the genius himself.
"His phone is offline, I don't know what else I can do." Bruce muttered, He, Jarvis, Steve, Stephen, Loki, Thor and Carol stood in one of large living rooms of the Stark's mansion.

All of a sudden, Steve's phone went off from across the room.
Stephen picked it up and answered it, "It's from Rocket they found the wreck of Tony's car."

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'The Guardians Of The Galaxy' were standing by the wreck of one of the Stark's cars, Steve jumped out of the car and ran to them, gasping when he saw the blood stains on the leather seats.
"What looks like his phone is a couple of miles back." Peter said, pointing back up the road they came from. "That's why he didn't pick up our calls."

Natasha's car had arrived since Peter had called all of them. Nat walked up behind Steve and pointed at the blood stains on the window. "He was dragged out the car." She put together. "The blood makes a trail this way, amateurs."
"Nat you sound like you've done this before." Clint voice sounded scared.
"Let's follow it." Stephen started walking in the direction of the trail.

"Umm... Me and Sam will stay behind.... Uh... Ya know for... Um... Backup." Bucky muttered and dragged Sam by the hand to Steve's van. The rest of them followed Stephen, Jarvis pulled two pistols from his car, tucking them into his waistband until Nat held out her hand.

"Give me one." She demanded.
"I am not giving a minor a gun." Jarvis seemed taken aback.
"I'm 18, last time I checked that was the age you are no longer a minor. I can handle it. Give. Me. One." She deadpanned and he untucked one, handing it to her. She tucked it into her waistband and made her way to Clint's side, Clint had pulled a hunting knife from his boot.

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Tony Stark thrashed on the metal table he was strapped to, he was going in an out of consciousness. When he did gain consciousness he could see a man above him in what looked like a surgeons uniform and he was lowering what looked like pair of tweezers to Tony's chest. Then a sharp, stinging pain and Tony lost his grip on awareness.

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Next when he woke up he was strapped to a chair in a dark room, a man came up behind him and pulled his head up.
"Tony Stark, Son of Howard Stark. We could get a great sum for you." The man slide his hand down Tony's cheek and Tony cowered, tears falling down his cheeks.

"My father doesn't want me. He won't pay you, he wouldn't put his reputation on the line for me." Tears clouded his eyes. Tears. They were why he got into the mess in the first place.

"He loves you more then you know." The man pulled his hand away, "And he will pay a glorious amount." A sharp pain to the back of his head made Tony's vision slowly faded to black.

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Tony tried to roll over, but was stopped by something. He cracked open an eye and imeddiatally sat up when saw cable protruding from his chest, as he tried to pull them out a man spoke.

"I wouldn't do the if I were you. That in your chest is an electromagnet hooked up to a car battery. It's keeping the shrapnel out of your chest." Tears flooded Tony's eyes as he practically ripped open his shirt to see a metal cylinder by his heart. "I removed all the shrapnel I could. There's still plenty more." The man held up a plastic container full of metal pins.

Tony's vision faded to black again.