Yes... Mr Stark?

[6] You can't leave me.

When I opened my eyes it was dark except for a glowing circle of light coming from my chest. I struggle, trying to get out of the binding ropes keeping me on a chair. I look down at my chest, seeing a circular piece of metal emerging from underneath my skin. I freak out, struggling even more.

"HEY!" I yell. "What did you bastards do to me?!" I cry out, but no one answers. I look around the dim room, recognising it as a jail cell or something similar. It was extremely quiet showing that I was alone, and there was no Tony in sight. Was he alive? Did he survive? Where was everyone else? All of a sudden a bright light fills the room and the door opens, revealing a man that I didn't recognise.

"A híres Samantha Rolling. Érdekes ." The strange man says in another language. I oculdn't understand him, but I did hear my name. [The famous Samantha Rolling. Interesting.]

I look at the man probably looking very confused. "What?" I say. "Please, I only speak English." I beg to him.

"Ó, ne járjon ,mint "te nem értesz engem ." He says once again. [Oh don't act like you can't understand me.]

I just continue looking at him, my eyes watering up with anxiety. He suddenly gets angry, slapping me and sending my face spinning to the side but before it can get any further, another man steps inside.

"ELÉG" The man screams, making the first one back away and run out of the room. [ENOUGH!] The man turns toward me and kind of laughs. "Samantha Rolling. Tony Starks personal sex toy." He chuckles, gently rubbing the side of my face with his dirty thumb

"I'm definitely not his sex toy, you disgusting piece of shit." I growl at him, disgusted.

"Yes, you aren't, I'm sure. Well now that the both of you are awake, I guess it's time for a heartfelt return into each other's arms." He chuckles. Before I can say anything, he places tape over my mouth and places a bag over my head and drags the chair out of the room and into the open. Light makes the inside of the bag turn and orangey red. I hear a distant sound of people talking.

"I think that you have a lot of my weapons." Tony? Oh god, Tony. Thank god.

"He says that he has everything here to build the Jericho, and if you refuse, she will die." A man laughs at him.

"Girl? Who?" Tony says. The bag is ripped from my head and I squint, letting my eyes adjust to the painfully bright light. "Mantha?" I hear the familiar man breathe out. I hear the shuffling of guns and people's footsteps.

"I'll do it." I hear Tony's brave voice before the bag is put over my head again and I'm pulled into the dark. I distinctly feel someone's hand in mine, being ripped out. A sharp pain emerges from my neck and I groan, hating needles. It must've been an altered drug because the effects started working fast. My eyes slowly began to droop until I couldn't hold them open any longer. When I wake up again, I'm in a different room. I can see two figures at the end of the room building things and the glow in my chest is brighter than ever. My throat feels parched and dry, I could feel the cold sweat seeping through my clothes and making damp patches on the material I was lying on.

My chest slightly throbbed, and I winced at the feeling. I rip out the cord in my nose and try to pick up the cup next to my bed but it drops, alerting the other two men in the room of my presence. "Samantha? Thank god, your awake" Tony comes over to me, helping me sit up. I cough again and the man standing next to Tony lifts a cup to my lips, letting me drink. It was water.

"What happened? And what's in my chest?" I manage to whisper, drinking more.

"It's a miniaturised arc reactor. The same one that's in my chest." He says gently. I look down to see the glowing circle properly, it was an arc reactor. An exact replica of the one back in Stark Industries.