Dsmp and Avengers crossover

A/n (I started writing another story. Inspiration hit I'm sorry. There's only one chapter for it so far though but don't worry I'm gonna focus on this story the most and work on the other sometimes. I think it kinda slaps so you should check it out.)

Tommy's POV:

Dream and I hug for a minute. The warmth of my only friend grounding me. But Dream pushes me away. I step back trying to not make him mad. My attempts are futile though. He's mad I left, I try to avoid looking in his eyes but I can feel them burning into the side of my head.

"Look at me Thomas" Dream commands. I slowly look up meeting his gaze that is set hard on me. "You know you're not allowed to leave?" He asked, I can tell this isn't going to end well but I nod. "Then why..." he takes a step closer to me, causing me to start backing up "the hell..." he's getting closer to me and I'm only a foot from up against the wall now "would you try to escape?" I'm pinned against to wall his face mer inches from mine. I don't speak. I know I'll stutter and then things will be worse for me. He punches me across the face, I don't move. "Answer me you little shit," He growls. "I-I-I-I-I d-didn't-t-t" I try to answer, I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. he punches my face again, it stings. "Bullshit. Also what did I just fucking say about that stutter. And don't you dare start fucking crying you baby." I try to blink away the tears but they trickle down my cheeks instead and soon tears are running freely down my face. I can't stop them.

Dream's face snarls and then he grabs a fistful of my hair, slamming my head into the wall behind it. I fall to the ground hounding my head. My vision is swimming and blurry, my head throbbing uncontrollably. I can see the blood on Dreams hand, he  accidentally grabbed my horn, cutting his hand. I try to stand up wanting to help with his hand but the second I move from my seated position I fall back down dizzying nausea hitting me. I curl over and start heaving, trying so hard to throw up. I hurts so bad. It burns as bile crawls up my throat. I get it out of my mouth trying to spit out the rest of the disgusting taste. My throat is burning and my mouth feels like a dumpster fire. I hold my hand against my head as I slump against the wall. Dream is glaring daggers at me as he cradles his wounded hand. "You're gonna fucking pay you shit head." He says. Is he talking to me? He has to be, I'm the only one here. Is he looking at me? Dots dance across my vision, everything seems so close and so far at the same time. Far away is blurry and dark but everything feels so fake somehow. Another wave of nausea hits but I don't throw up thankfully. Dream is getting closer. I don't realize till it's too late. I don't realize until a hard blunt blow hits my side. I let out a yelp of pain. He hit my hurt side. What even just happened. He kicked me? Wait. He's about to do it again. Oh. My brain is moving to slow thinking is hard and takes too much time. What the hell did Dream do? Why can't I think straight? Another kick lands on my chest. I start coughing, something is caught in my throat. I hold out my palm to look at it after. It has blood on it. Fuck. I'm coughing up blood. I can feel drips of blood leaving the corner of my mouth. I turn I little trying to protect my front from anymore blows from Dream. He digs his heel into my back right between two ribs. That's gonna bruise.

After a few more blows to my back Dream suddenly stops. He then says, "I can hear someone coming Thomas! This should be fun!" What the hell is he going to do to me. I can barely move, every time I try nausea takes over or my muscles give out. I feel Dreams arms wrap around me pulling my body to a feigning standing position, his arm the only really thing holding me up. "Oh hello there!" I hear Dream say.

Techno's POV:

I'm not gonna hurt this short guy. I don't feel bad for threatening him though. I might knock him around a little but I won't kill him. Well, unless he hurt Tommy. That's a different story entirely. Anyway now that he's cooperating things are going relatively smoothly. Though we are going a little slower than I'd prefer. We make are way through a few hallways, there aren't any people, which is completely fine with me. After a minute we come across one man. He's blonde, tall, and muscular but he's limping and giving our group a weird look. "Tony who are these people?" The man asks. The short one leading us, Tony, responds "they came to see Tommy." The blonde is immediately on guard, he gives Tony a questioning look. "They're his family, Steve" so the blondes name is Steve, ok. "I was with Tommy a few minutes ago, he seemed really out of it just to let you know." Both Tony and I nod.

We leave Steve and continue down the hall. I hear a faint yelp but I can't tell where it's coming from in these damn echoey hallways. No one else says anything so I don't mention it. I hear mumbling, I glance around to see if it was anyone in our group. It's not. Maybe it's Steve talking to someone else? I dismiss it too but it puts me on edge. As we turn the corner the group stops I almost walk into Phil's back before I stop. I look up. Dream. That fucking bastard has Tommy.

Tommy is barely conscious, his eyes seem fuzzy. Concussion. Dreams arm is wrapped around him, holding him up right. Every movement Dream makes jostles Tommy just enough to give him vertigo. "Oh! Hello there!" Dream says, a sickening smirk crossing his face. I glare at Dream, "You fucking bastard" I growl starting to stalk forward. I begin to pull out my sword but I hear Dream go, "tut, tut, tut, Techno. I don't think so. You can't touch me. Take one more step and I'll snap the kids neck." I see the fear in Tommy's eyes as the sentence processes for him. I don't move. I know Dream isn't joking. This psycho would kill Tommy. I hear Tony scoff, he starts to walk forward. I hold my arm out to stop him. "He's not joking asshat" I mutter. Tony goes pale. I
re-sheath my sword holding my hand in the open to show I'm not playing any tricks. "Dream. We just want Tommy. Give him back to us." He rolls his eyes, he then speaks up as he starts combing his hand through Tommy's wild hair. "Ya know. Last time I checked Tubbo put him under MY care. He supposed to be in exile right now. But he ran away, so punishment was in order of course. Besides he's such a fun plaything. How could I give him up?" I clench my fist to stop myself from charging forward at Dream. He could kill Tommy at a moments notice and I'm not taking that risk.

"So. Here's what's gonna happen..." Dream starts his eyes flicking between the people in our group. "You're all gonna put your weapons in a pile over there." He tilts his head to the left side of the hall. "Then the short guy is going to open this door. And then let me walk out of this building, with Tommy, unscathed. Once we are back home don't expect to ever see Tommy again. We will be moving camps. And this time I'm taking extra precautions." I take out my sword and throw it to the ground where Dream said. Tommy needs to stay alive in this situation and this is the only way. After all the weapons are on the ground I nod to Tony. "Open the door" I whisper. The door clicks open. I'm sorry Tommy I just need you to live.