i fed it to the wolves. 2. 1/2.
title: i fed it to the wolves
pairing: Steve/Tony (other sides are there, but Steve/Tony is our main pairing)
fandom: Avengers (following the movie arc)
rating: NC17
warnings: subtle hits of threats of rape, violence, noncon suggestions, character deaths(minor)
trigger: noncon and violence
Summary:
Wolves rule New York City.
Perhaps that was why Tony never liked New York City. Along with the giant empty mansion filled with his ghosts and the massive tower that, yes had his name on the building but never felt truly his.
Too many wolves in one place made everyone itchy- for a fight or well… a fuck.
written for ironfries on tumblr. You wanted werewolf/mob story, here you go~
These are some of the things that make Director Nicholas Fury happy.
Cleaning guns, the smell of leather from his coat, and the thorough efficiency of Coulson’s paper work and Maria Hill’s ability to shut any stupid dumb ass motherfucker up with a glare.
These are some of the things that do not make Director Nicholas Fury happy.
Trafficking of young underage other borns, obvious rich politicians and terrorists that take over his time when he could be doing something else like managing the turf war between the wolf packs that has been happening for the last 15 some what years.
So needless to say when the richest other born is kidnapped in his own god damn building, in Nick Fury’s god damn town… well that did not make Director Nicholas Fury very happy.
He was even less happy when he saw a familiar red head sitting politely in his office. She did not turn to look at him when he opened the door to his office. She simply sat there with a cup of tea that Clara his desk receptionist probably brought her, sitting quietly and ever so politely in the visitor’s seat.
Fury studied the back of her head as she sipped her tea, still not acknowledging Fury. Fury sighed and closed his door behind him and treaded to his desk. He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack at the left of his desk and sat down in his seat.
“How may I help you Madame Romanov?”
Natasha sips her tea and looks up over the rim of her cup. Her long dark full lashes bat, flattering her emerald green eyes. She takes a long sip and places her cup back onto the saucer she had in her other hand and slowly and daintily places the teacup on the edge of Fury’s desk.
“Its been a while Director Fury.”
“A social visit, is it?”
Natasha smiles knowingly, “You know it isn’t.”
“They why are you wasting my time?” Fury demands, but it does not affect Natasha in any way. She smiles as if she’s trying to keep a secret. Fury knows that Natasha doesn’t have to try to keep secrets; she simply keeps them and does not return them back.
“Because you made me wait. Because you wasted mine.”
Fury grumbles and leans back into his chair. Natasha tilts her ever so slightly and with amusement he studies Nick Fury for a minute. Her eyes are clear and dark at the same time. The long lashes fan once then twice with each blink.
After a moment of silence Fury ask unamused, “You done wasting my time? Or did you need another moment to compensate for your loss of time?”
Natasha brings her tea up to her lips. She blinks once again him as if to conclude her study of him then lowers her gaze to her tea and smiles enigmatically and says in a voice that sounds light and hollow, like the winter’s wind, “Just a moment more, please.”
I Feed It To The Wolves
The first thing he hears is screaming. It rings in his ears and it sounds like pure pain. Agonizing pain. It sounds so bad, Tony wishes they’d just kill whatever was making that sound so it could be put out of its misery.
He wants to cry and scream himself to make whatever that was making that noise to just stop- its only after the screaming stops when he realizes that he had run out of air in his lungs and this throat felt like it was torn into pieces; that it was actually he, who was screaming.
It hurts. Something is hurting him.
His insides cries out- his wolf cries out- this howling inside his head and it’s the most saddest and painful thing Tony’s ever heard.
It’s crying and crying- and he feels cold steel cut into his chest.
He’s in and out- he hears shouting and yelling in languages he doesn’t understand.
Tony feels his wolf taking over and for once he lets his wolf take over because he feels so weak, and helpless and he needs help!
Someone one help me! Please someone help me!
Another incision is made- he can see it this time.
Someone is telling him to calm down, it’s for his own good-
It hurts though! Its hurting me! I don’t want this!
The world is spinning
It like his consciousness is a broken glass bottle- it’s all in pieces, jagged, disconnect and painful when stepped on-
So painful
Oh God it hurts, it hurts so much- someone help him, please help me...
Am I going to die? Oh god, please don’t let me die here alone like this...
It hurts.
It hurts...
Tony hears something vaguely along the lines, “I won’t do it if he’s not given something for the pain! You can kill me if you want but I won’t!”
And all the sudden there is a cloth over his nose and mouth and it smells bittersweet and he doesn’t like it- Tony thrashes and thrashes but its like those dreams he used to have when he was a kid- where he needs to run away from the shadows that want to hurt him, and he’s trying his best to run away- trying his very damn best but he’s not moving at all…
And the world goes dark and silent again.
When he wakes the the first thing he hears is an that irritating buzzing noise at the back of his head, but it was different from the buzzing vibration that ran through his head, earlier this week. No, this was different- it was an actual buzzing noise. Tony cringed at the constant buzzing- they sounded like mosquitoes whispering in his ear sending an unwelcome aching down Tony’s spine.
‘Why is it so dark?’ Tony thought but it was a full minute till he realized that he had his eyes closed and trying to open them was no easy feat.
‘What the hell?!’ Tony started to panic, his body wanted to twist and turn but his body felt as if it was made of lead, and a weight weighing over a ton was sitting on his chest. The very act of breathing was hard.
“You shouldn’t move,” someone tells Tony. The voice is laced with a miscellaneous east European accent.
“They’ve put a silver in your heart.”
Silver in your heart rings like a brass bell in Tony’s chest, or maybe that’s the actual silver- either way Tony felt like shit.
‘Fuck.’ Tony suddenly remembers. He was in his car. Talking to Pepper about heat suppressants. Then the toll workers, then there were lots of bright lights and shouting and heat-something definitely exploded and then… fuck… the workers…the kid- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck… that- that woman with the kind of personality Tony on a good day would have loved to worm through- and the kid. The kid with his over enthusiasm over Tony’s engineering and how he wanted a picture probably something he’d put on his facebook with a caption that followed with something along, “for those who said taking a job as a garage toll was a waste of my time”
but all Tony can think about is how that kid was on the garage floor bleeding from the head, bleeding from the chest, blood on his face- his eyes wide and scared as he laid next to Tony trying to gasp and breathe
-and how the kid gasped out the best way he can, “Run”
Tony wants to vomit- he feels sick of everything and he wants to vomit his insides out, but Tony doesn’t even think there is anything to vomit. He feels hallow inside.
Tony struggles but the voice tells him again, “Really, Mr. Stark. Don’t move. It’ll hurt you more.”
Tony resigns a little but only after realizing he really can’t move anyways. It feels like ages but finally opened his eyes and found a slim late middle aged man looking down at him. He vaguely looked like a Meerkat, with his circular spectacles. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes haggard and worn.
“Hello,” He greeted. Tony swallowed but nothing. The man gave a knowing acknowledgement and nodded at him, turned and fetched a cup of water with a straw. He placed the straw to Tony’s lips.
“Slowly...” the mad advises and then says, “I should really just only wet your lips at the moment, you’ve been in and out of consciousness for roughly a week and a half.”
Tony takes a slow drink, and coughs several times choking on the water his throat was not accustomed to. After his throat was wet enough he eased away from the straw and tried to catch his breathe. The stranger took the cup away and turned away to place it somewhere out of Tony’s eyeline. When the stranger returned into Tony’s line of sight he eyed the man slowly, trying to judge if this man was a friend or a foe, but his brain was too sluggish. In the end Tony decided he was too tired and he felt like he had just swallowed a porcupine and there was a god damn silver bar in his heart so he decided to trust this stranger for a momentarily.
“Better?” the stranger asks.
Tony can only offer a nod.
The man offers Tony a small smile, as if it was all he could afford and sits on a stool next to Tony. Tony then realizes now that he is on some kind of reclining chair- like the dentist’s chair if a dentist’s chair had bondage gear on them, strapping patients down.
“You’ve been in and out for several weeks now,” the man states again and continues on, “and you are probably wondering where you are, and who has you,” the stranger says. Tony nods slowly, still breathing heavily. He hates this, he hates feeling weak and wet and grimy all over- and having to trust this stranger…
“You are… somewhere. I am not sure myself,” the man starts, “I am pretty sure we are somewhere in Brooklyn. They placed a hood on me when I was first brought in- but I am sure we are somewhere near Brooklyn.”
Tony wants to ask how he’s sure, but he’s so tired. There is heat behind his eyes and his lids become heavier and heavier by the second.
“As for the people who have you, they are called the Ten Rings.”
Tony doesn’t want a dramatic introduction. He simply cuts to the chase, “W-what do they want?” Tony manages to ask, but it comes no more as a hoarse whisper. The man raises his eyebrows and smiles at him to say, ‘Oh! You speak!’
“They want your weapons,” the stranger says as if it was an obvious fact, “They want New York!” he says almost with an amused tone, “They want to rid New York and maybe even the world of other births.”
Tony watches the thin stranger speak, he hears words but its just words to Tony.
“Other births?”
“People like you, Mr. Stark. Werewolves, vampires, witches, shifters- you name them- they want to rid them.”
Tony wants to roll his eyes. He knows what other births are, but it had never been a problem before- what Tony was- what his father and his father before… no one cared about which subgroup of humans anyone was- its always been like this. Why is it a problem now?
Tony felt a headache coming. He looks at the thin man. He’s not sure if he could trust this man fully- so he asks,
“And you?”
“And me? You are curious if I am working with them.”
Tony eyes the man and answers after a moment, “Yes.”
The man laughs and it sounds hollow. It also echoes in the dark room along with the ever so often chine of a water droplet, and some how Tony’s heard the same kind of laughter often before.
“I am sorry. I am not laughing at you- simply the idea. No, I am not working with them. I should introduce myself. My name is Yinsen, and no I do not want to help the Ten Rings in any way.”
“How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Well I am an alchemist. I believe in balance of all things- and what the Ten Rings are trying to do… is not in any way balanced,” Yinsen says with a tired smile. Tony studies him and can’t seem to figure him out so he gives in to his body and tries to ease his guard just a little.
Its as if gravity tripled on Tony. He felt like he was about to implode.
Tony looks down to his chest and sees a thick red line of healing tissue straight down his chest like open-heart surgery patients. Werewolves heal quickly, and to be honest Omegas heal much quicker than Alphas and Betas. It has something to do with childbirth- Tony doesn’t remember. The only times he had thanked his Omega healing was whenever he had a hangover. They must have cut his chest open and embedded the silver in his heart- and the healing must have slowed due to the silver.
“Why did they put silver in my chest?” Tony asked.
“Why not? They are sadists who hate all things other born. Why wouldn’t they? They need no reason other than the fact you were born as something else.”
Tony looked at the man and then back down at his chest.
“They know if that thing shifts and it pierces my heart… I’m dead.”
“Yes. They know- I think that is why they brought me in,” Yinsen informs. Tony shoots back towards Yinsen, who waves his hands as if saying ‘Don’t be mad!’
“I am a doctor by trade. I make prosthetics for patients- lost limbs, damaged organs, making metal limbs for patients and if lucky, inverting them back into bones... in fact you know we have met once- though I doubt you remember, you were drunk out of your mind. How you gave that lecture on your nano bio-tech I have no idea, but you did,” Yinsen said chuckling at the memory, “But one of things I specialize in is open heart surgery relating to alchemy prosthetics.”
“You’re telling me there is a silver prosthetic in my heart?”
“Wrapped around actually. They simply wanted to crudely pierce the bar like an ear ring- but I told them you’d die before you do anything they want to do.”
“I’m not going to do anything they want to do.”
“You might want to reconsider, Stark. They will kill you,” Yinsen says for the first time in a grim and dark tone.
Tony stares at the man and with confidence says, “Then they kill me.”
Yinsen and Tony stare at each other. Tony decides that Yinsen is staring at Tony as if to figure him out. After a few moments however, Yinsen sighs and looks at Tony exasperatedly. Tony figures Yinsen has given up on trying to figure him out. Tony doesn’t blame him, how could a stranger figure him out when he doesn’t even know who he is.
Just as the thought finished the lights all flickered on at the same time, burning Tony’s eyes and blinding him. Tony gave a sharp gasp and tried to lift his arms to cover his eyes, but as soon as he tried to move a sharp panicking pain struck through his chest. Instead he turned his head with a painful moan to avert from the light as much as he could.
“Ah, joined the living have you, Mr. Stark?” The voice is dark and husky. Tony’s nose picked up a light whiff of cigar, as heard a group of boots hitting the wet concrete floor.
As the footsteps became louder so did the scent of the cigar. He hears a screech of metal from Yinsen’s stool. A sudden scent of panic expels from Yinsen; which only makes it all the worse for Tony.
“He’s awake but still incredibly weak. I think we should leave him be for the rest of the night,” Yinsen starts but the heavy austere footsteps only get quicker in strides and come to a loud stop besides tony. Tony winces as he opens his eyes, but he can only manage to open his eyes to mere slits. He sees a blurry image of a man, darkened by the lights behind him, Tony can’t make out his face, but he can tell the man is bald and from his voice probably has a ridiculously ugly smirk that Tony wishes he could punch off.
“He does not need to talk much,” the kidnapper told Yinsen. From the corner of his eyes he can see him and after a moment steps back and lets the man stand where he stood.
Tony can hear the man grin wider and feels sick. The man leans down to Tony’s ear,
“Mr. Stark.”
Tony grunts a little, “Who the hell are you?”
“A well let us just say that I am a part of an… interested party. I want you to build me something.”
Tony closes his eyes, he feels the relief, the burning sensation eases away from his eyes. Tony scoffs at the man and says:
“Yea? Well take a number, buddy- you and the rest of the world wants me to build something.”
The man leans down even closer towards Tony, and takes a long sniff of Tony. Tony’s body stiffens and suddenly a new set of terrors starts to sink in.
“Ah… did your heat just pass, Mr. Stark? Pity- I could have persuaded you in a different way. Amazing however, though I hold the highest hatred towards other borns, I have always found the fact that an omega wolf can even be scented by humans, so very interesting. Its just another example how other borns seem to affect humans in ways we cannot even begin to comprehend. Tell me, Mr. Stark. does it still ache? The stirring? Tell me- do you still have the longing?”
“Back. Off,” Tony growled out. His eyes must have gleamed because the man stares into them with great interest. After a moment the man laughs in the most cynical way Tony has ever heard. The man then leans away from Tony but not without a smug smirk on his face. Tony tries to take a few personal moments and takes in a few long breathes- but he can feel his chest rises rapidly, up and down, up and down- making him realize that he must not be taking in deep breathes at all, but rather close to hyperventilating.
The idea makes Tony want to sink his teeth into something and just tear.
He is a wolf after all.
Tony quickly changes the topic.
“What… what do you want me to build?”
“A cage.”
“For?”
“A wolf. An Alpha.”
Tony scoffs.
“Then you’ve picked the wrong engineer for that job. There is no metal in the world strong enough to keep an Alpha wolf. The only metal is silver and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I can’t work with silver.”
“That is why the good Doctor Yinsen is here to assist you. Well, that and to place the silver in your heart.”
Tony doesn’t reply to that comment.
“And after I make the cage?”
“Then you get to go back home,” the man says with blasé ease.
‘Liar,’ Tony thinks ‘a god damn liar.’
Tony looks at the man straight in the eye. The big man looks down on him, his eyes are filled with a sharp look that Tony was too familiar with.
“Do I disgust you?” Tony whispered. He could feel Yinsen’s body tense for him. Tony would have tensed too if he had the strength to do so.
The man sneers at him, “Of course. You are unnatural.”
“And you feel that it’s your job to rid the world of the unnatural?”
“If not I then who?”
Tony can’t help but to scoff which does not make the man all too happy.
“You’re just another jackass who has an inferiority complex from the idiot farm filled too much self arrogance and justification. You’re just another one from the barrel of disregarded moldy apples, buddy.”
The man’s face slowly starts to turn purple with each word Tony speaks.
“Is that your final answer, Mr. Stark?”
“My final answer is no. I will not build you jack shit.”
2/2
pairing: Steve/Tony (other sides are there, but Steve/Tony is our main pairing)
fandom: Avengers (following the movie arc)
rating: NC17
warnings: subtle hits of threats of rape, violence, noncon suggestions, character deaths(minor)
trigger: noncon and violence
Summary:
Wolves rule New York City.
Perhaps that was why Tony never liked New York City. Along with the giant empty mansion filled with his ghosts and the massive tower that, yes had his name on the building but never felt truly his.
Too many wolves in one place made everyone itchy- for a fight or well… a fuck.
written for ironfries on tumblr. You wanted werewolf/mob story, here you go~
These are some of the things that make Director Nicholas Fury happy.
Cleaning guns, the smell of leather from his coat, and the thorough efficiency of Coulson’s paper work and Maria Hill’s ability to shut any stupid dumb ass motherfucker up with a glare.
These are some of the things that do not make Director Nicholas Fury happy.
Trafficking of young underage other borns, obvious rich politicians and terrorists that take over his time when he could be doing something else like managing the turf war between the wolf packs that has been happening for the last 15 some what years.
So needless to say when the richest other born is kidnapped in his own god damn building, in Nick Fury’s god damn town… well that did not make Director Nicholas Fury very happy.
He was even less happy when he saw a familiar red head sitting politely in his office. She did not turn to look at him when he opened the door to his office. She simply sat there with a cup of tea that Clara his desk receptionist probably brought her, sitting quietly and ever so politely in the visitor’s seat.
Fury studied the back of her head as she sipped her tea, still not acknowledging Fury. Fury sighed and closed his door behind him and treaded to his desk. He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack at the left of his desk and sat down in his seat.
“How may I help you Madame Romanov?”
Natasha sips her tea and looks up over the rim of her cup. Her long dark full lashes bat, flattering her emerald green eyes. She takes a long sip and places her cup back onto the saucer she had in her other hand and slowly and daintily places the teacup on the edge of Fury’s desk.
“Its been a while Director Fury.”
“A social visit, is it?”
Natasha smiles knowingly, “You know it isn’t.”
“They why are you wasting my time?” Fury demands, but it does not affect Natasha in any way. She smiles as if she’s trying to keep a secret. Fury knows that Natasha doesn’t have to try to keep secrets; she simply keeps them and does not return them back.
“Because you made me wait. Because you wasted mine.”
Fury grumbles and leans back into his chair. Natasha tilts her ever so slightly and with amusement he studies Nick Fury for a minute. Her eyes are clear and dark at the same time. The long lashes fan once then twice with each blink.
After a moment of silence Fury ask unamused, “You done wasting my time? Or did you need another moment to compensate for your loss of time?”
Natasha brings her tea up to her lips. She blinks once again him as if to conclude her study of him then lowers her gaze to her tea and smiles enigmatically and says in a voice that sounds light and hollow, like the winter’s wind, “Just a moment more, please.”
I Feed It To The Wolves
The first thing he hears is screaming. It rings in his ears and it sounds like pure pain. Agonizing pain. It sounds so bad, Tony wishes they’d just kill whatever was making that sound so it could be put out of its misery.
He wants to cry and scream himself to make whatever that was making that noise to just stop- its only after the screaming stops when he realizes that he had run out of air in his lungs and this throat felt like it was torn into pieces; that it was actually he, who was screaming.
It hurts. Something is hurting him.
His insides cries out- his wolf cries out- this howling inside his head and it’s the most saddest and painful thing Tony’s ever heard.
It’s crying and crying- and he feels cold steel cut into his chest.
He’s in and out- he hears shouting and yelling in languages he doesn’t understand.
Tony feels his wolf taking over and for once he lets his wolf take over because he feels so weak, and helpless and he needs help!
Someone one help me! Please someone help me!
Another incision is made- he can see it this time.
Someone is telling him to calm down, it’s for his own good-
It hurts though! Its hurting me! I don’t want this!
The world is spinning
It like his consciousness is a broken glass bottle- it’s all in pieces, jagged, disconnect and painful when stepped on-
So painful
Oh God it hurts, it hurts so much- someone help him, please help me...
Am I going to die? Oh god, please don’t let me die here alone like this...
It hurts.
It hurts...
Tony hears something vaguely along the lines, “I won’t do it if he’s not given something for the pain! You can kill me if you want but I won’t!”
And all the sudden there is a cloth over his nose and mouth and it smells bittersweet and he doesn’t like it- Tony thrashes and thrashes but its like those dreams he used to have when he was a kid- where he needs to run away from the shadows that want to hurt him, and he’s trying his best to run away- trying his very damn best but he’s not moving at all…
And the world goes dark and silent again.
When he wakes the the first thing he hears is an that irritating buzzing noise at the back of his head, but it was different from the buzzing vibration that ran through his head, earlier this week. No, this was different- it was an actual buzzing noise. Tony cringed at the constant buzzing- they sounded like mosquitoes whispering in his ear sending an unwelcome aching down Tony’s spine.
‘Why is it so dark?’ Tony thought but it was a full minute till he realized that he had his eyes closed and trying to open them was no easy feat.
‘What the hell?!’ Tony started to panic, his body wanted to twist and turn but his body felt as if it was made of lead, and a weight weighing over a ton was sitting on his chest. The very act of breathing was hard.
“You shouldn’t move,” someone tells Tony. The voice is laced with a miscellaneous east European accent.
“They’ve put a silver in your heart.”
Silver in your heart rings like a brass bell in Tony’s chest, or maybe that’s the actual silver- either way Tony felt like shit.
‘Fuck.’ Tony suddenly remembers. He was in his car. Talking to Pepper about heat suppressants. Then the toll workers, then there were lots of bright lights and shouting and heat-something definitely exploded and then… fuck… the workers…the kid- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck… that- that woman with the kind of personality Tony on a good day would have loved to worm through- and the kid. The kid with his over enthusiasm over Tony’s engineering and how he wanted a picture probably something he’d put on his facebook with a caption that followed with something along, “for those who said taking a job as a garage toll was a waste of my time”
but all Tony can think about is how that kid was on the garage floor bleeding from the head, bleeding from the chest, blood on his face- his eyes wide and scared as he laid next to Tony trying to gasp and breathe
-and how the kid gasped out the best way he can, “Run”
Tony wants to vomit- he feels sick of everything and he wants to vomit his insides out, but Tony doesn’t even think there is anything to vomit. He feels hallow inside.
Tony struggles but the voice tells him again, “Really, Mr. Stark. Don’t move. It’ll hurt you more.”
Tony resigns a little but only after realizing he really can’t move anyways. It feels like ages but finally opened his eyes and found a slim late middle aged man looking down at him. He vaguely looked like a Meerkat, with his circular spectacles. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes haggard and worn.
“Hello,” He greeted. Tony swallowed but nothing. The man gave a knowing acknowledgement and nodded at him, turned and fetched a cup of water with a straw. He placed the straw to Tony’s lips.
“Slowly...” the mad advises and then says, “I should really just only wet your lips at the moment, you’ve been in and out of consciousness for roughly a week and a half.”
Tony takes a slow drink, and coughs several times choking on the water his throat was not accustomed to. After his throat was wet enough he eased away from the straw and tried to catch his breathe. The stranger took the cup away and turned away to place it somewhere out of Tony’s eyeline. When the stranger returned into Tony’s line of sight he eyed the man slowly, trying to judge if this man was a friend or a foe, but his brain was too sluggish. In the end Tony decided he was too tired and he felt like he had just swallowed a porcupine and there was a god damn silver bar in his heart so he decided to trust this stranger for a momentarily.
“Better?” the stranger asks.
Tony can only offer a nod.
The man offers Tony a small smile, as if it was all he could afford and sits on a stool next to Tony. Tony then realizes now that he is on some kind of reclining chair- like the dentist’s chair if a dentist’s chair had bondage gear on them, strapping patients down.
“You’ve been in and out for several weeks now,” the man states again and continues on, “and you are probably wondering where you are, and who has you,” the stranger says. Tony nods slowly, still breathing heavily. He hates this, he hates feeling weak and wet and grimy all over- and having to trust this stranger…
“You are… somewhere. I am not sure myself,” the man starts, “I am pretty sure we are somewhere in Brooklyn. They placed a hood on me when I was first brought in- but I am sure we are somewhere near Brooklyn.”
Tony wants to ask how he’s sure, but he’s so tired. There is heat behind his eyes and his lids become heavier and heavier by the second.
“As for the people who have you, they are called the Ten Rings.”
Tony doesn’t want a dramatic introduction. He simply cuts to the chase, “W-what do they want?” Tony manages to ask, but it comes no more as a hoarse whisper. The man raises his eyebrows and smiles at him to say, ‘Oh! You speak!’
“They want your weapons,” the stranger says as if it was an obvious fact, “They want New York!” he says almost with an amused tone, “They want to rid New York and maybe even the world of other births.”
Tony watches the thin stranger speak, he hears words but its just words to Tony.
“Other births?”
“People like you, Mr. Stark. Werewolves, vampires, witches, shifters- you name them- they want to rid them.”
Tony wants to roll his eyes. He knows what other births are, but it had never been a problem before- what Tony was- what his father and his father before… no one cared about which subgroup of humans anyone was- its always been like this. Why is it a problem now?
Tony felt a headache coming. He looks at the thin man. He’s not sure if he could trust this man fully- so he asks,
“And you?”
“And me? You are curious if I am working with them.”
Tony eyes the man and answers after a moment, “Yes.”
The man laughs and it sounds hollow. It also echoes in the dark room along with the ever so often chine of a water droplet, and some how Tony’s heard the same kind of laughter often before.
“I am sorry. I am not laughing at you- simply the idea. No, I am not working with them. I should introduce myself. My name is Yinsen, and no I do not want to help the Ten Rings in any way.”
“How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Well I am an alchemist. I believe in balance of all things- and what the Ten Rings are trying to do… is not in any way balanced,” Yinsen says with a tired smile. Tony studies him and can’t seem to figure him out so he gives in to his body and tries to ease his guard just a little.
Its as if gravity tripled on Tony. He felt like he was about to implode.
Tony looks down to his chest and sees a thick red line of healing tissue straight down his chest like open-heart surgery patients. Werewolves heal quickly, and to be honest Omegas heal much quicker than Alphas and Betas. It has something to do with childbirth- Tony doesn’t remember. The only times he had thanked his Omega healing was whenever he had a hangover. They must have cut his chest open and embedded the silver in his heart- and the healing must have slowed due to the silver.
“Why did they put silver in my chest?” Tony asked.
“Why not? They are sadists who hate all things other born. Why wouldn’t they? They need no reason other than the fact you were born as something else.”
Tony looked at the man and then back down at his chest.
“They know if that thing shifts and it pierces my heart… I’m dead.”
“Yes. They know- I think that is why they brought me in,” Yinsen informs. Tony shoots back towards Yinsen, who waves his hands as if saying ‘Don’t be mad!’
“I am a doctor by trade. I make prosthetics for patients- lost limbs, damaged organs, making metal limbs for patients and if lucky, inverting them back into bones... in fact you know we have met once- though I doubt you remember, you were drunk out of your mind. How you gave that lecture on your nano bio-tech I have no idea, but you did,” Yinsen said chuckling at the memory, “But one of things I specialize in is open heart surgery relating to alchemy prosthetics.”
“You’re telling me there is a silver prosthetic in my heart?”
“Wrapped around actually. They simply wanted to crudely pierce the bar like an ear ring- but I told them you’d die before you do anything they want to do.”
“I’m not going to do anything they want to do.”
“You might want to reconsider, Stark. They will kill you,” Yinsen says for the first time in a grim and dark tone.
Tony stares at the man and with confidence says, “Then they kill me.”
Yinsen and Tony stare at each other. Tony decides that Yinsen is staring at Tony as if to figure him out. After a few moments however, Yinsen sighs and looks at Tony exasperatedly. Tony figures Yinsen has given up on trying to figure him out. Tony doesn’t blame him, how could a stranger figure him out when he doesn’t even know who he is.
Just as the thought finished the lights all flickered on at the same time, burning Tony’s eyes and blinding him. Tony gave a sharp gasp and tried to lift his arms to cover his eyes, but as soon as he tried to move a sharp panicking pain struck through his chest. Instead he turned his head with a painful moan to avert from the light as much as he could.
“Ah, joined the living have you, Mr. Stark?” The voice is dark and husky. Tony’s nose picked up a light whiff of cigar, as heard a group of boots hitting the wet concrete floor.
As the footsteps became louder so did the scent of the cigar. He hears a screech of metal from Yinsen’s stool. A sudden scent of panic expels from Yinsen; which only makes it all the worse for Tony.
“He’s awake but still incredibly weak. I think we should leave him be for the rest of the night,” Yinsen starts but the heavy austere footsteps only get quicker in strides and come to a loud stop besides tony. Tony winces as he opens his eyes, but he can only manage to open his eyes to mere slits. He sees a blurry image of a man, darkened by the lights behind him, Tony can’t make out his face, but he can tell the man is bald and from his voice probably has a ridiculously ugly smirk that Tony wishes he could punch off.
“He does not need to talk much,” the kidnapper told Yinsen. From the corner of his eyes he can see him and after a moment steps back and lets the man stand where he stood.
Tony can hear the man grin wider and feels sick. The man leans down to Tony’s ear,
“Mr. Stark.”
Tony grunts a little, “Who the hell are you?”
“A well let us just say that I am a part of an… interested party. I want you to build me something.”
Tony closes his eyes, he feels the relief, the burning sensation eases away from his eyes. Tony scoffs at the man and says:
“Yea? Well take a number, buddy- you and the rest of the world wants me to build something.”
The man leans down even closer towards Tony, and takes a long sniff of Tony. Tony’s body stiffens and suddenly a new set of terrors starts to sink in.
“Ah… did your heat just pass, Mr. Stark? Pity- I could have persuaded you in a different way. Amazing however, though I hold the highest hatred towards other borns, I have always found the fact that an omega wolf can even be scented by humans, so very interesting. Its just another example how other borns seem to affect humans in ways we cannot even begin to comprehend. Tell me, Mr. Stark. does it still ache? The stirring? Tell me- do you still have the longing?”
“Back. Off,” Tony growled out. His eyes must have gleamed because the man stares into them with great interest. After a moment the man laughs in the most cynical way Tony has ever heard. The man then leans away from Tony but not without a smug smirk on his face. Tony tries to take a few personal moments and takes in a few long breathes- but he can feel his chest rises rapidly, up and down, up and down- making him realize that he must not be taking in deep breathes at all, but rather close to hyperventilating.
The idea makes Tony want to sink his teeth into something and just tear.
He is a wolf after all.
Tony quickly changes the topic.
“What… what do you want me to build?”
“A cage.”
“For?”
“A wolf. An Alpha.”
Tony scoffs.
“Then you’ve picked the wrong engineer for that job. There is no metal in the world strong enough to keep an Alpha wolf. The only metal is silver and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I can’t work with silver.”
“That is why the good Doctor Yinsen is here to assist you. Well, that and to place the silver in your heart.”
Tony doesn’t reply to that comment.
“And after I make the cage?”
“Then you get to go back home,” the man says with blasé ease.
‘Liar,’ Tony thinks ‘a god damn liar.’
Tony looks at the man straight in the eye. The big man looks down on him, his eyes are filled with a sharp look that Tony was too familiar with.
“Do I disgust you?” Tony whispered. He could feel Yinsen’s body tense for him. Tony would have tensed too if he had the strength to do so.
The man sneers at him, “Of course. You are unnatural.”
“And you feel that it’s your job to rid the world of the unnatural?”
“If not I then who?”
Tony can’t help but to scoff which does not make the man all too happy.
“You’re just another jackass who has an inferiority complex from the idiot farm filled too much self arrogance and justification. You’re just another one from the barrel of disregarded moldy apples, buddy.”
The man’s face slowly starts to turn purple with each word Tony speaks.
“Is that your final answer, Mr. Stark?”
“My final answer is no. I will not build you jack shit.”
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