The Corrupt and the Pure; Chapter 7: The Captive
[INFO]Title: The Corrupt and the Pure
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers & Captain America (MCU)
Timeline: post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Genre: Drama, action, hurt/comfort
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Iron Man). Also: Bruce Banner (Hulk), James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., James “Rhodey” Rhodes (War Machine), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Thor, Sam Wilson (Falcon)
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Summary: When the Steve Rogers from an alternate universe appears in the middle of the Avengers Tower, two worlds are about to collide: one where Captain America became the tool of HYDRA and fell into a relationship with the hero Iron Man - and one where Tony and Steve are tentatively getting along. The latter are forced to reconsider their relationship when the Commander kidnaps Tony to replace his dead lover.
Complete.
Written for: A story commissioned by Susanne (ChickenHax @ AO3 / starkred @ Tumblr).
Warnings: Rape/non-con, major character death (alternate universe), graphic canonical violence, M/M sexual content, language.
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Author’s note: Non-con warning for this chapter!
Chapter 7: The Captive
Tony stirred slowly, feeling like he was constantly being pulled under while his consciousness attempted to awaken. Normally, he would have just given up and allowed himself to sink back into the darkness, seeing as rest was often hard to come by, but there was a sense of danger, as if he weren’t safe…
As he grew slightly more aware, he began to notice how tingly his body felt. Assuming he had fallen asleep in an unnatural position, he tried to shift in order to return circulation to his limbs - only to find it was not possible.
Tony’s mind bounced into high alert, body jerking to verify whether his initial assumption had been correct.
It had; he couldn’t move his arms, which were behind him, and while his legs felt free, there was an unnatural lethargy that waking up was yet to banish. In his experience, it was almost like being drugged, and that didn’t particularly help with the general feeling of being in danger.
“You’re finally awake,” a familiar voice stated. “I was starting to get a little worried.” Its owner was nearby, and Tony relaxed slightly because it belonged to someone he knew and trusted.
“I feel weird,” he admitted, slowly opening his eyes - then froze.
Steve Rogers was sitting a short distance in front of him, but it wasn’t Captain America. Tony’s brain ached with the strength of the realization that he might not be safe after all, and he tried yanking his arms up and in front, but they remained firmly behind him.
The Commander frowned slightly, then sighed. It was as if he were disappointed but simultaneously unsurprised. “I would have preferred not to restrain you,” he said.
“Then how about you undo my hands and we see where it leads?” Tony offered. The space around them was dim, a bit funny-smelling from what seemed to be rust and lack of fresh air, and it was clear they were no longer at the Tower.
What had happened after he passed out? Where was the real Steve?
Not that this Steve was any less real; he just didn’t belong in this world.
A rueful smile passed over the other’s features. It wasn’t the kind of smile Tony was used to seeing, and he wondered whether it was a side of Steve he was yet to see, or something that was a character trait of this alternative version of the man he had saved the world with.
“I’ve come this far,” Steve stated. “I’m not about to let you slip through my fingers.”
“So, what?” Tony challenged. “You’ll never untie me? That’s not how you build a healthy relationship.” He arched his body on the hard floor, testing the bindings as well as the control slowly returning to his legs. He couldn’t identify the material around his wrists; it was tougher than a rope but not as cool and unyielding as metal. Also, his arms were pulled back tightly enough that he could not just pull his arms in front of him over his legs - not without dislocating something, and he would rather try to avoid that.
“You’re goading me,” the creeper-Steve said - then reached out and touched his fingers to Tony’s face, making him stiffen. “It’s almost endearing,” he added, and Tony inched away from him. There wasn’t much he could do to dislodge the touch, but the Commander got the hint and withdrew his hand - after one last caress across Tony’s face.
Tony shuddered and gave the other man a dirty look. “I think we need to discuss boundaries. Never knew I had so many; you must be special.”
The blond cocked his head. “You think we’re about to negotiate?”
Tony immediately got the impression there would be no negotiating whatsoever. He swallowed and refused to budge - not that he felt all that confident, lying on his side on the floor, hands bound behind his back, his body still feeling tingly and worn out as if he had just finished running a marathon. “Is that how you did it, back home?” he asked, dropping the act for a few seconds.
“You’re not him,” the Commander replied. When he had figured that out, Tony wasn’t sure, because he sure as hell hadn’t seemed to accept that little factoid back at the Tower.
“Then why am I here?” Tony asked.
“Because you’re the only thing I have left.”
Tony thought he could name a few other things, but they might only be applicable to the Steve Rogers he knew, and not this HYDRA agent. “That’s going to be a really cold comfort,” he stated unrelentingly. “As much as you’d like, you won’t find the things you want here, with me. I can guarantee that.”
“Can you?” the other asked him, a note of cold ruthlessness entering his voice. Perhaps Tony was doing a bit too well at goading him, and seeing as he was restrained, it was going to be a very unfair fight if the Commander lost his cool.
“You said it yourself,” Tony said slowly, trying a slightly less hostile approach. “I’m not him. We’re not… I don’t have the same history with Steve Rogers as the Tony Stark in your world. The kind of thing you seem to be looking for… that can’t be forced.” In his opinion, it sounded pretty diplomatic and even understanding towards the Commander’s plight. Could be he had been in shock when he arrived at the Tower, and now that the dust was settling, he could be reasoned with.
He was Steve Rogers, after all.
The other man hummed in response. It was impossible to tell whether he agreed with Tony’s words or not, but Tony chose to be optimistic until proven otherwise - and that was possibly why he was so shocked when the Commander’s right hand shot out, fingers curling around the back of his neck with bruising strength as he was pulled forward. The super-soldier had no trouble lifting Tony’s upper body off the floor with just one hand, leaving Tony’s weight painfully divided between his hip and neck.
Tony hissed as he was pulled forward, and he got another up-close look at the Commander’s face. Even in the weak light, the scarring was prominent, and Tony had a hard time looking away from it when the man spoke: “You would be amazed by the kinds of things that can be forced.”
It took a second for Tony’s brain to catch up, preoccupied with watching the muscles jump around a pale patch in the flesh of his face that was quite possibly bone. Once he did pay attention to the words and not the mouth producing the words, his eyes snapped up to meet the other’s.
Clearly the Commander had been waiting for that, because as soon as their eyes locked, he leaned forward and kissed Tony.
Freezing in shock, Tony blinked rapidly - then tried to pull away from the lips pressing against his. The Commander’s hold on his neck was unyielding, however, and the fingers tightened in warning as Tony tried to roll his entire body away from the assault.
It wasn’t the first time Tony had been kissed without his consent - far from it - but he had never been quite so defenseless before; the hand holding him still could have just as easily broken his neck, or just about any other bone in his body. He didn’t want to get injured, but neither did he plan on simply submitting.
Tony sneered in warning, pulling his lips back from his teeth, but when the other man didn’t relent, he inhaled sharply and then opened his mouth to deliver a sharp bite on the Commander’s lower lip. He didn’t think his teeth pierced the skin, but he made sure to make it sting.
The Commander breathed sharply at the bite and shoved Tony back - so hard and fast that the only thing that stopped his head from slamming into the floor was the super-soldier’s hand shifting from the back of Tony’s neck to the front. If the grip had been painful before, it was nothing compared to the new, suffocating hold as the man leaned over him, part of his weight momentarily resting on Tony’s airway.
“You’re not so different from him,” the Commander mused as he shifted his body over Tony’s. His right knee cleverly settled between Tony’s thighs as he fought the hand pinning him down, taking advantage of the situation. “He used to make me bleed,” he went on, hand adjusting its hold slightly, allowing Tony to breathe but not giving him room to move.
“Stop,” Tony managed to grunt past the grip. He tried to make it into a warning, even though his options were very limited at the moment.
“I made him bleed in return,” Steve’s double mused as if Tony hasn’t spoken - as if he wasn’t feeling him struggle to get free. “I don’t want to hurt you, but it can’t be helped if you keep fighting back,” he added, not sounding overly concerned either way. Like it was all in a day’s work and Tony could choose just how difficult he made things for himself.
The Commander shifted his knee forward and Tony felt it settle tightly against his pelvic floor. He told himself not to read too much into it -not to assume an outcome just because his mind was starting to conjure it up - but as he felt the Commander’s free hand slipping down and starting to tug open the front of his pants, there was no room left to pretend things weren’t going in the direction he had feared.
Tony redoubled his efforts. His hands hurt from the unnatural position and having his body rest on top of them, but he angled them to the best of his ability, to find leverage against the floor. He ceased wriggling in order to plant one foot on the floor and raise the other for a kick, distracting the other man from his task and forcing him to block the kick.
“Stop,” Tony hissed, the pressure of the hand on his throat increasing as the Commander forced his leg down. Tony tried wedging his other knee between them and turning onto his side, but the Commander maintained the upper hand and shoved him back down, simultaneously forcing his legs apart with his knees, further narrowing Tony’s options.
“You’ll enjoy it,” the Commander promised, Tony’s protests falling on deaf ears.
Tony tried shaking his head, the lack of air in his lungs starting to impede his actions. He couldn’t fight back - couldn’t stop the Commander’s hand from returning to its previous task - and the inevitability of the situation began to feed his mind in an uncomfortably familiar way that was usually more connected to wormholes in space. The hand finished undoing his pants and shifted, sliding inside. Tony felt the strong digits mapping out his crotch, but in all honesty he was closer to peeing himself in fear than popping a boner.
Either the Commander noticed that or felt no further need for exploration because he drew back, then sat up completely, his right hand releasing its grip from Tony’s throat for the first time in long minutes. As he straightened, his hands moved across Tony’s hips and then to the thighs spread on either side of his body. Normally, the sensation would have been pleasant, but the only thing Tony was aware of was how much he was shaking. He hadn’t even noticed…
Their eyes met, and for a while Steve Rogers’ evil double - Tony had no qualms against calling him that, the longer they were together - seemed satisfied simply kneeling there, his hands resting on Tony’s thighs.
“You’re afraid,” the Commander stated at last.
Tony offered no comeback; it was pretty obvious, and he wasn’t proud of it. If anyone had asked him a few hours ago, he would have claimed that he’d fight it to the end, tooth and nail, but as he lie there, mind still reeling from shock and expecting the worst, he had to admit that it was a lot harder to fight when faced with the real thing. To this day, only a small number of people had made him feel this uncomfortable in an event related to sex, and none of them had had the absolute upper hand when it came to physically overpowering Tony. Restraints or no, he wasn’t sure he could fight the other man off, and that wasn’t even counting the frozen, panicked state he was in.
The Commander sighed as if he were disappointed. Maybe he had expected more of a fight, or even enthusiasm. His hands shifted upwards, closer to Tony’s hips, and it made his thighs jerk in dread.
“Please, don’t,” Tony begged before he could even think it through. He hadn’t wanted to sink this low, to actually grovel, but it seemed to do the trick as the Commander’s hands stopped again, his touch warming the crease of Tony’s thighs through the material of his pants.
With a huff bordering on annoyance, the super-soldier suddenly rose to his feet and turned away. His steps were heavy as he walked into the darkness surrounding the dimly lit area, and the sharp bang of a door made Tony start. The steps didn’t return, and after a while he decided he was alone.
Tony lay back on the floor, shivering, his body still tense with dread and throat aching as he drew in shaky breaths of air. Eventually the pain in his arms grew too prominent to ignore and he rolled onto his side, then pulled his legs up towards his chest. His fly was still open, his pants shifting slightly around his waist as he moved, and he closed his eyes and told himself that he was fine.
It had been a close call, but he couldn’t figure out a way to escape if he continued to freak out.
As his heart hammered in his chest and his clammy skin cooled down, Tony licked his lips and willed himself to open his eyes. The reality of the situation was that the Commander would come back, sooner or later, and he had to be prepared.
It was most definitely easier said than done.
to be continued…
Story info
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers & Captain America (MCU)
Timeline: post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Genre: Drama, action, hurt/comfort
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Iron Man). Also: Bruce Banner (Hulk), James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., James “Rhodey” Rhodes (War Machine), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Thor, Sam Wilson (Falcon)
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Summary: When the Steve Rogers from an alternate universe appears in the middle of the Avengers Tower, two worlds are about to collide: one where Captain America became the tool of HYDRA and fell into a relationship with the hero Iron Man - and one where Tony and Steve are tentatively getting along. The latter are forced to reconsider their relationship when the Commander kidnaps Tony to replace his dead lover.
Complete.
Written for: A story commissioned by Susanne (ChickenHax @ AO3 / starkred @ Tumblr).
Warnings: Rape/non-con, major character death (alternate universe), graphic canonical violence, M/M sexual content, language.
~ ~ ~
Author’s note: Non-con warning for this chapter!
Chapter 7: The Captive
Tony stirred slowly, feeling like he was constantly being pulled under while his consciousness attempted to awaken. Normally, he would have just given up and allowed himself to sink back into the darkness, seeing as rest was often hard to come by, but there was a sense of danger, as if he weren’t safe…
As he grew slightly more aware, he began to notice how tingly his body felt. Assuming he had fallen asleep in an unnatural position, he tried to shift in order to return circulation to his limbs - only to find it was not possible.
Tony’s mind bounced into high alert, body jerking to verify whether his initial assumption had been correct.
It had; he couldn’t move his arms, which were behind him, and while his legs felt free, there was an unnatural lethargy that waking up was yet to banish. In his experience, it was almost like being drugged, and that didn’t particularly help with the general feeling of being in danger.
“You’re finally awake,” a familiar voice stated. “I was starting to get a little worried.” Its owner was nearby, and Tony relaxed slightly because it belonged to someone he knew and trusted.
“I feel weird,” he admitted, slowly opening his eyes - then froze.
Steve Rogers was sitting a short distance in front of him, but it wasn’t Captain America. Tony’s brain ached with the strength of the realization that he might not be safe after all, and he tried yanking his arms up and in front, but they remained firmly behind him.
The Commander frowned slightly, then sighed. It was as if he were disappointed but simultaneously unsurprised. “I would have preferred not to restrain you,” he said.
“Then how about you undo my hands and we see where it leads?” Tony offered. The space around them was dim, a bit funny-smelling from what seemed to be rust and lack of fresh air, and it was clear they were no longer at the Tower.
What had happened after he passed out? Where was the real Steve?
Not that this Steve was any less real; he just didn’t belong in this world.
A rueful smile passed over the other’s features. It wasn’t the kind of smile Tony was used to seeing, and he wondered whether it was a side of Steve he was yet to see, or something that was a character trait of this alternative version of the man he had saved the world with.
“I’ve come this far,” Steve stated. “I’m not about to let you slip through my fingers.”
“So, what?” Tony challenged. “You’ll never untie me? That’s not how you build a healthy relationship.” He arched his body on the hard floor, testing the bindings as well as the control slowly returning to his legs. He couldn’t identify the material around his wrists; it was tougher than a rope but not as cool and unyielding as metal. Also, his arms were pulled back tightly enough that he could not just pull his arms in front of him over his legs - not without dislocating something, and he would rather try to avoid that.
“You’re goading me,” the creeper-Steve said - then reached out and touched his fingers to Tony’s face, making him stiffen. “It’s almost endearing,” he added, and Tony inched away from him. There wasn’t much he could do to dislodge the touch, but the Commander got the hint and withdrew his hand - after one last caress across Tony’s face.
Tony shuddered and gave the other man a dirty look. “I think we need to discuss boundaries. Never knew I had so many; you must be special.”
The blond cocked his head. “You think we’re about to negotiate?”
Tony immediately got the impression there would be no negotiating whatsoever. He swallowed and refused to budge - not that he felt all that confident, lying on his side on the floor, hands bound behind his back, his body still feeling tingly and worn out as if he had just finished running a marathon. “Is that how you did it, back home?” he asked, dropping the act for a few seconds.
“You’re not him,” the Commander replied. When he had figured that out, Tony wasn’t sure, because he sure as hell hadn’t seemed to accept that little factoid back at the Tower.
“Then why am I here?” Tony asked.
“Because you’re the only thing I have left.”
Tony thought he could name a few other things, but they might only be applicable to the Steve Rogers he knew, and not this HYDRA agent. “That’s going to be a really cold comfort,” he stated unrelentingly. “As much as you’d like, you won’t find the things you want here, with me. I can guarantee that.”
“Can you?” the other asked him, a note of cold ruthlessness entering his voice. Perhaps Tony was doing a bit too well at goading him, and seeing as he was restrained, it was going to be a very unfair fight if the Commander lost his cool.
“You said it yourself,” Tony said slowly, trying a slightly less hostile approach. “I’m not him. We’re not… I don’t have the same history with Steve Rogers as the Tony Stark in your world. The kind of thing you seem to be looking for… that can’t be forced.” In his opinion, it sounded pretty diplomatic and even understanding towards the Commander’s plight. Could be he had been in shock when he arrived at the Tower, and now that the dust was settling, he could be reasoned with.
He was Steve Rogers, after all.
The other man hummed in response. It was impossible to tell whether he agreed with Tony’s words or not, but Tony chose to be optimistic until proven otherwise - and that was possibly why he was so shocked when the Commander’s right hand shot out, fingers curling around the back of his neck with bruising strength as he was pulled forward. The super-soldier had no trouble lifting Tony’s upper body off the floor with just one hand, leaving Tony’s weight painfully divided between his hip and neck.
Tony hissed as he was pulled forward, and he got another up-close look at the Commander’s face. Even in the weak light, the scarring was prominent, and Tony had a hard time looking away from it when the man spoke: “You would be amazed by the kinds of things that can be forced.”
It took a second for Tony’s brain to catch up, preoccupied with watching the muscles jump around a pale patch in the flesh of his face that was quite possibly bone. Once he did pay attention to the words and not the mouth producing the words, his eyes snapped up to meet the other’s.
Clearly the Commander had been waiting for that, because as soon as their eyes locked, he leaned forward and kissed Tony.
Freezing in shock, Tony blinked rapidly - then tried to pull away from the lips pressing against his. The Commander’s hold on his neck was unyielding, however, and the fingers tightened in warning as Tony tried to roll his entire body away from the assault.
It wasn’t the first time Tony had been kissed without his consent - far from it - but he had never been quite so defenseless before; the hand holding him still could have just as easily broken his neck, or just about any other bone in his body. He didn’t want to get injured, but neither did he plan on simply submitting.
Tony sneered in warning, pulling his lips back from his teeth, but when the other man didn’t relent, he inhaled sharply and then opened his mouth to deliver a sharp bite on the Commander’s lower lip. He didn’t think his teeth pierced the skin, but he made sure to make it sting.
The Commander breathed sharply at the bite and shoved Tony back - so hard and fast that the only thing that stopped his head from slamming into the floor was the super-soldier’s hand shifting from the back of Tony’s neck to the front. If the grip had been painful before, it was nothing compared to the new, suffocating hold as the man leaned over him, part of his weight momentarily resting on Tony’s airway.
“You’re not so different from him,” the Commander mused as he shifted his body over Tony’s. His right knee cleverly settled between Tony’s thighs as he fought the hand pinning him down, taking advantage of the situation. “He used to make me bleed,” he went on, hand adjusting its hold slightly, allowing Tony to breathe but not giving him room to move.
“Stop,” Tony managed to grunt past the grip. He tried to make it into a warning, even though his options were very limited at the moment.
“I made him bleed in return,” Steve’s double mused as if Tony hasn’t spoken - as if he wasn’t feeling him struggle to get free. “I don’t want to hurt you, but it can’t be helped if you keep fighting back,” he added, not sounding overly concerned either way. Like it was all in a day’s work and Tony could choose just how difficult he made things for himself.
The Commander shifted his knee forward and Tony felt it settle tightly against his pelvic floor. He told himself not to read too much into it -not to assume an outcome just because his mind was starting to conjure it up - but as he felt the Commander’s free hand slipping down and starting to tug open the front of his pants, there was no room left to pretend things weren’t going in the direction he had feared.
Tony redoubled his efforts. His hands hurt from the unnatural position and having his body rest on top of them, but he angled them to the best of his ability, to find leverage against the floor. He ceased wriggling in order to plant one foot on the floor and raise the other for a kick, distracting the other man from his task and forcing him to block the kick.
“Stop,” Tony hissed, the pressure of the hand on his throat increasing as the Commander forced his leg down. Tony tried wedging his other knee between them and turning onto his side, but the Commander maintained the upper hand and shoved him back down, simultaneously forcing his legs apart with his knees, further narrowing Tony’s options.
“You’ll enjoy it,” the Commander promised, Tony’s protests falling on deaf ears.
Tony tried shaking his head, the lack of air in his lungs starting to impede his actions. He couldn’t fight back - couldn’t stop the Commander’s hand from returning to its previous task - and the inevitability of the situation began to feed his mind in an uncomfortably familiar way that was usually more connected to wormholes in space. The hand finished undoing his pants and shifted, sliding inside. Tony felt the strong digits mapping out his crotch, but in all honesty he was closer to peeing himself in fear than popping a boner.
Either the Commander noticed that or felt no further need for exploration because he drew back, then sat up completely, his right hand releasing its grip from Tony’s throat for the first time in long minutes. As he straightened, his hands moved across Tony’s hips and then to the thighs spread on either side of his body. Normally, the sensation would have been pleasant, but the only thing Tony was aware of was how much he was shaking. He hadn’t even noticed…
Their eyes met, and for a while Steve Rogers’ evil double - Tony had no qualms against calling him that, the longer they were together - seemed satisfied simply kneeling there, his hands resting on Tony’s thighs.
“You’re afraid,” the Commander stated at last.
Tony offered no comeback; it was pretty obvious, and he wasn’t proud of it. If anyone had asked him a few hours ago, he would have claimed that he’d fight it to the end, tooth and nail, but as he lie there, mind still reeling from shock and expecting the worst, he had to admit that it was a lot harder to fight when faced with the real thing. To this day, only a small number of people had made him feel this uncomfortable in an event related to sex, and none of them had had the absolute upper hand when it came to physically overpowering Tony. Restraints or no, he wasn’t sure he could fight the other man off, and that wasn’t even counting the frozen, panicked state he was in.
The Commander sighed as if he were disappointed. Maybe he had expected more of a fight, or even enthusiasm. His hands shifted upwards, closer to Tony’s hips, and it made his thighs jerk in dread.
“Please, don’t,” Tony begged before he could even think it through. He hadn’t wanted to sink this low, to actually grovel, but it seemed to do the trick as the Commander’s hands stopped again, his touch warming the crease of Tony’s thighs through the material of his pants.
With a huff bordering on annoyance, the super-soldier suddenly rose to his feet and turned away. His steps were heavy as he walked into the darkness surrounding the dimly lit area, and the sharp bang of a door made Tony start. The steps didn’t return, and after a while he decided he was alone.
Tony lay back on the floor, shivering, his body still tense with dread and throat aching as he drew in shaky breaths of air. Eventually the pain in his arms grew too prominent to ignore and he rolled onto his side, then pulled his legs up towards his chest. His fly was still open, his pants shifting slightly around his waist as he moved, and he closed his eyes and told himself that he was fine.
It had been a close call, but he couldn’t figure out a way to escape if he continued to freak out.
As his heart hammered in his chest and his clammy skin cooled down, Tony licked his lips and willed himself to open his eyes. The reality of the situation was that the Commander would come back, sooner or later, and he had to be prepared.
It was most definitely easier said than done.
to be continued…
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