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You're Safe Now

"Natasha." Steve said, walking around the table to see the screen.

"Oh my god." Natasha gasped.

"Remote mountain range nearby." Steve was already rushing down the hallway, Natasha hot on his heals.

"Suit up." Steve said as he walked by the living room, the team following in confusion.

"What happened?" Clint whispered to Natasha.

"We found him." She said, still in shock.

"Tony?!" Clint asked in surprise.

"Yeah." She said. The team was suiting up, Steve already in uniform and slipping his shield onto his arm.

"I'm coming for you Tony." Steve whispered.

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"Mr Stark, I see you had a good meal." The man in the shadows said evilly. Tony was choking up on the bitter and rotten food. They usually fed him some sort of potatoes and veggies, but whatever he just got fed, was either poisoned or rotten to the core.

"What was that?!" Tony sputtered in between hacking coughs.

"A little mix of a drug we newly made, and some old vegetables." The man said. Tony continued to cough, feeling his vision go blurry and almost in slow motion.

"Now, lets get started." The man said, and brought out the blunt bat, bringing it down on Tony's forearm.

A burning and screaming pain spread up his entire arm. The bone was already broken from before, but now Tony could feel it all.

The genius cried out in pain, the restraints growing tight against his flailing limbs. The man brought the bat down again, on Tony's wrist, causing the billionaire to scream out, begging for them to stop.

"Steve!" Tony cried, voice echoing throughout the cave.

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Steve and the rest of the team stormed though the cave, fighting along the way. Steve pushes forward, determined to find Tony. He heard screams and yells from a certain direction. Steve sprinted down the hall.

"Steve!" He heard a strangled cry coming from a corridor, followed by the horrible sound of bones breaking.

"Tony!" Steve gave up on trying to be as stealthy as possible, running down the hall screaming Tony's name.

"Tony?!" Steve yelled, aching for a response.

"Steve!" Another cry cane from Steve's left, and he raced down, kicking down the metal door separating him from the horrible sight he was now face to face with.

Tony was strapped to a metal table, writhing in pain as a strange man in red clothing beat him with a bat. Steve was fueled with anger, his vision clouding as he rushed over, tackling the now frozen man to the hard ground.

"Don't you dare touch my love like that!" Steve yelled, little bits of spit flying from his mouth. Steve picked up his shield, hitting the man over the head with it. The man's eyes went dead, skin pale and cold. Steve panted harshly, until Tony's whimpers of pain cut through his thoughts.

Steve darted to the table, releasing all the restraints as Tony slumped into the hard and cool metal.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Your safe." Steve said, scooping Tony into his arms, carrying him bridal style. Tony rested his head weakly against Steve's chest, listening to the heartbeat that was out of control coming from Steve.

Steve ran down the hall and into the team, who all gasped in relief, following Steve out of the cave and onto the jet, taking flight.

Steve laid Tony down in his lap, stroking his messy and greasy hair.

"I thought I lost you." Steve whispered, voice shaking.

"Steve, I love you." Tony sighed, gripping the super soldiers arm. Steve stared in shock, before leaning down to kiss Tony's chapped lips.

"I love you too." Steve whispered against Tony's lips, tears falling from his cheeks onto Tony's face. Tony lifted his good arm, wiping away Steve's tears with a groan.

"No no, don't move love, we'll be home soon." Steve said, holding Tony as close as possible without hurting him. Tony whimpered, curling into Steve, warmth filling his body.

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Steve carefully slipped Tony's injured hand into the sling. He'd spent the past two hours bandaging it, making sure Tony was cleaned up.

"Steve?" Tony asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yes?" Steve said calmly, wringing out a cloth until it was damp, pressing it to the cut on Tony's forehead.

"I'm hungry." Tony said, adjusting the sling to fit more comfortably.

"Oh yeah? Well I can go out and get us your favourite, cheeseburgers. Do you want that?" Steve said, dabbing at the dirty gash.

"Mhm." Tony mumbled, and Steve pulled the cloth away, kissing the cut gently and getting up.

"Okay, I'll be back soon." Steve said, walking to the kitchen. Tony's breathing suddenly quickened, he didn't want to be left alone.

"Steve?" Tony said nervously.

"Yes?" Steve said from the kitchen. Tony started to panic.

"Steve?!" Tony was yelling now, breathing heavily.

"Tony? What? Are you okay?" Steve rushed to Tony's side in an instant. Tony gripped Steve's arm, leaving nail imprints.

"Don't leave. Please. I don't want to be alone." Tony whispered, breathing still uneven as he stared wide eyed at Steve.

"Ah, it's ok Tony baby, I won't leave you." Steve said, and Tony's breathing slowed. Steve sat down on the couch, Tony still holding onto him. Immediately the smaller man threw his arms around Steve's frame, digging his face into Steve's chest and sobbing quietly.

"Shhh baby, I have you, you're safe, it's just us." Steve whispered, kissing the top of Tony's head. Tony trembled underneath him, and Steve held him tighter.

"You're safe now."