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It wasn't even that cold, but Tony couldn't stop shivering. Still feeling the grabby hands on his skin, their smell, saliva, and— the whole ensemble was clogging his nasal passage like self-expanding, disgusting foam that stung and stunk. And he couldn't stop shaking.
He tried breathing slower, focusing on the dungeon smell instead of his… rapists. Deep, cleansing breaths. He was here, now. He was Tony Stark. The first omega to finish MIT. The only omega to be the CEO of a multinational corporation. He was Iron Man. This wasn't even his first rape. Tony knew how to handle it. Look around, name the things you see.
The cot he was on was small, barely a twin. The blanket was old, the dark green color faded to gray, but it was thick. The walls were naked and needed painting. There were scratch marks left by something strong enough to gouge cement. The bars were at least half an inch thick, crackling with electricity, clearly made to keep someone much stronger than Tony in, maybe for Steve. Beyond the bars, there was an empty, dark corridor, lit by a single bulb a few meters away.
Tony had been kept in worse places.
“Can I get some water?” he yelled; even though he didn't see anyone, he knew they must be watching.
“Not so high and mighty anymore, are you?” A woman, an omega from the way she dressed, stepped closer into the light. Her makeup was horrendous, cheap, flaky foundation that looked like she was painted with acrylic. Her rouge was not properly bordered, the left side of her lips looking fuller, giving her a crooked smile. And her eyes were covered with thick, cakey blue, reminding Tony a desperate peacock fluttering his tail every time she blinked. “After you got…how many knots?”
“Oh, no, you broke me,” Tony forced himself to answer, instead of thinking about the actual number of knots. “I'm so ashamed of what those animals did to me .” He couldn't roll his eyes though, because of the pain; and even if he did, they were too swollen to make the desired effect anyway.
“Animals?” Her grin turned even uglier. “They are Alpha’s Alpha, you stuck up bitch. You should be honored that they deemed your old-ass worthy.”
“Oh, honey.” At least sarcasm and scoff came easy to Tony. “You're so horny that you want to be raped? By those animals ,” he enunciated the last word just to watch the bitch’s righteous anger boil.
“I heard that they'll give you to the Soldier after they’re all done,” she cooed cruelly, stepping even closer to the cell. “If the others were animals, the Soldier is a machine.”
Soldier?
“The metal arm dude?” he asked. The one who stopped Steve's shield. The one who successfully kept Steve busy while a bunch of Hydra goons took Tony.
“I heard his cock is metal too,” she said, almost giddy. “No emotions, no pleasure. He ruins omegas just because.” She had that erratic hyperactivity of a meth addict, cheerily talking about torture and rape. Still, she was great at spilling info.
“Don't tell me you want him too,” Tony asked, keeping his voice as condescending as he could while folding his blanket carefully, once, twice, and one more time. “Did he reject your advances too?”
“He's an automaton,” she shrieked. “I won't stoop that low.”
“My lady doth protest too much.”
“You fuckin—”
She drew one step closer to vomit her anger and Tony didn't lose a second. He threw the folded blanket on the ground and jumping on it, he pulled the vicious bitch in, hard. Hard enough to cause her to stumble and hit her head to the bars. She couldn't even make a noise; a laryngeal seizure didn't allow her to breathe, let alone make a sound.
“I am Iron Man, bitch.” He unclutched her lifeless hands from his. A quick, but careful —electricity didn't disappear after it killed its victim— search gave him a keycard and an actual key. Neither worked on his door. Oh, well. Maybe for something else.
He collected the blanket and lay gingerly on the cot, avoiding pressure to his ass. Those animals didn't go easy on him and Tony knew that more was coming. So, he needed rest.
When Steve had called him for help, raving about SHIELD and Hydra, Tony hadn't realized how bad things were. His expectations were of a small group of Nazi wannabees capturing some very sensitive information from SHIELD. Not the fucking SecDef. Formerly . Currently, the boss Fury answered to. Not Alexander fucking Pierce deep.
Tony had worked with the guy before, closely, and never even suspected a thing. Though considering Tony's endless trust in Obie, Tony's track record was faulty at best.
So, yeah, Hydra ran deep. Very. And if Tony had known that, he would have joined Cap with his suit instead of his tablet. But Steve asked hacking —God, so old school— help, and Tony, like a clueless dodo, believed him.
“I'm not even his mate,” Tony tried again, “You must know it's just a publicity stunt.” Steve hated almost everything that made Tony Tony. Almost. Sex was extraordinary, Tony had to give that to Cap. Maybe Steve hated even that, how he always ended up in Tony's bed after the screaming matches. How he couldn't stop wanting Tony. How Tony was his weakness.
“I know,” Pierce answered easily, sitting on his desk in his charcoal Tom Ford, looking down at a butt-naked Tony. “But there is a non-zero chance he might come.” He shrugged, then nodded to the alphas in the room. “He’ll look more believable in the video if he carries the signs of his distress, boys, don't hold it in.” Then, he left, leaving Tony to suffer this humiliating torment just for a maybe. Maybe to convince Steve that Tony needed rescuing.
“Fuck you!” Tony spat after the asshole, he received a fist to the abdomen for his outburst.
Tony knew Steve wasn't coming even before Cap said a word. The same steel resolution he had seen on Howard’s face on the TV decades ago, declaring Stark Industries did not negotiate with terrorists —they weren't terrorists, but it didn't matter much. Howard’s face said Tony was a Stark, and he would endure. Howard claimed he would make the guys who harmed his only child suffer. He did. They were all killed by the mercenaries. Later. After the harm was done.
“Tony,” Steve called his name, his voice a perfect balance between the compassion that came from watching awful injustice folding and the hard resolution that had brewed to perfection during the Great Depression.
Tony couldn't stop the tears from dropping.
“Please, Steve,” he choked. Not sure if he was still doing what Pierce had asked him to do, or if he was actually begging because he couldn't, he just couldn't…
“I will get you out of there, Tony. I will.”
He wasn't coming.
Tony looked at the phone screen, the image even more distorted now with Tony’s tears reshaping Steve's features. And he shouldn't come. Tony knew as well as Steve that this was a trap. A fucking big one with a warning sign bigger than a barn door. That going in without a well-thought-out plan would be plain stupid. But just once, he wished someone would throw caution out of the window for Tony. Just once.
“Steve…” His throat hurt, but he soldiered through the hoarse soreness. “Alpha, please…” Just this once, he didn't want to be strong.
“Hold on, Tony. We'll get you out of there,” said the man with a plan. Tony was sure he would come up with a plan, just as he would to save any omega from the clutches of Hydra. And Tony wasn’t his O, not his mate, however much SHIELD tried to force them onto each other.
“Oh, well.” Pierce walked in front of Tony. “We knew a prissy, withered O wouldn’t be enticing enough, Captain.” His smile was too sweet; such an incredible actor he had been. Though he had even managed to deceive i-don't-trust-anyone-Fury. Tony should cut himself some slack. “Look who else is here.” Tony realized someone was behind him, deadly silent. The Soldier. He stepped closer to where Pierce gestured. “Take off the mask,” Pierce ordered.
“Bucky?” Steve’s voice was different now. Gone was the calculated and decisive alpha. As if Tony needed one more dagger to drive the lesson home that Tony wasn't that special, here came the invested Steve.
Bucky, huh? Tony couldn’t see well from where he was slumped on the floor, but it made sense. In a cruel, wicked way that fate usually did. The Soldier’s eyes jumped for a fraction of a moment, maybe even light in them, but they went back into their cold silence right after.
“Think, fighting side by side with your childhood pal,” Pierce continued in determination that only used car salesmen possessed. “For the greater good.”
“He isn’t Bucky,” Tony cried as loud as he could manage. “He’s a ghost, Steve.”
Tony didn’t see the gesture Pierce did, but Bucky’s slap was sharp against his temple.
“You think about it,” Pierce said, standing up, brushing his suit jacket to get rid of invisible creases. “I will send you some home videos to get reacquainted with your brother .” He hung up.
“He’s never gonna work for you,” Tony said just to have something to say. Tony might hate his guts on principle sometimes but Steve was Captain America.
“Eh, my recruiting talk is just to put a checkmark down on the list. We don’t actually need him to be willing. Look how well trained his buddy is.” He grabbed the Soldier’s hair, pulling it back to open up his neck as if the alpha was submitting to Pierce. “The Captain Hydra will be the same.” He turned to the Soldier. “Take him back to the cell.”
The Soldier’s hands were gentle on Tony’s abused skin. He didn’t press or grab, but scooped Tony up like one would do to a child. He carried Tony effortlessly down the stairs, without even breathing hard. Tony rested his head onto the wide, strong shoulder and closed his eyes, filling his nose with this alpha’s scent. Not willing, Pierce had said. Tony started crying again, but didn’t care. Only a ghost was witnessing his shame and Tony was crying for him too.
When the Soldier lowered him onto the cot, gently again, so gentle that it broke down the walls around Tony, turning him weak, making him wish to be saved by an alpha like he was a fucking damsel in a Disney story.
“Please, help me,” he whispered, not sure if the Soldier could hear or understand him.
The Soldier’s hand cupped Tony’s cheek. The gray blue eyes questioning for a brief second, then he stood up and left.
The story of Tony’s life.
“Not again,” Tony hated that his voice was breaking already. It was too soon. The tears in his hole weren’t even closed yet, still bleeding just by breathing. He couldn’t take another knot.
“Aren’t you the sluttiest O ever walked on the earth,” the alpha pulling him up sneered, his fist tight around Tony’s wrist, making new bruises over the old ones. “We all want a taste.”
“I’ll taste better when I’m better, when I'm willing.” Tony tilted his head, showing his neck. Look, alpha, I submit, I listen, I am good.
The alpha’s steps faltered for a moment, head tilting down to scent Tony’s neck, but he quickly grimaced, scrunching up his nose.
“You smell like a whorehouse, bitch.” He yanked Tony out of the cell. “It disgusts me looking at you.” That Tony knew for a fact. He smelled atrocious, bathed in so many different alphas’ seed and pheromones. “Let’s go to the showers first.”
At least he allowed Tony to have warm water. Even that was stinging in and around his hole. He knew the novelty of bringing down Tony Stark to his knees would be over soon. But Hydra had too many asshole alphas and Tony was only one omega. And however much omega biology eased the way for a willing alpha, it was beyond his biology’s purpose to be knotted so many times in such a short time. When he was done washing himself, he found his clothes were gone. Good riddance, they were caked in dried body fluids anyway.
“Can I keep the towel?” It was small, and scratchy but much better on his skin than walking around the halls butt naked.
The alpha gave a disinterested nod, then started walking.
The room he pushed Tony into was crowded. Five alphas other than Pierce and the Soldier. No. No…
“Don’t cry, Tony.” Pierce grabbed his face and dried a teardrop with a harsh sweep of a finger. “I’d say, try to enjoy yourself, but you have killed their friends during your skirmish with Cap, so I don’t think even you can take pleasure from what they planned.” He pushed Tony’s head back and turned to the room. “Nothing permanent, boys, and don’t forget to film him with the Asset. I promised a show to Captain America.” Then, he left, answering his phone to some clueless senator.
“He doesn’t look like he did on TV,” said one of the alphas. Despite his words, Tony could sense the spike of his arousal.
“Eh, at his age, he probably wears too much makeup,” another one said, licking his lips. Sticks and stones… Tony knew that, despite his non-traditional and downright outlandish behaviors, he was attractive. He was rich. He was smart. He was the whole package, the best there was, and all of them wanted a piece of him right now while trying to feign disinterest to save face. About raping him. Bunch of stupid knotheads.
“My age?” he asked softly. “Says the one who couldn’t get a willing O to wet his knot.”
The slap he got was sharp but not enough to make him pass out, yet. It wouldn’t take much. Tony was sleep deprived, malnourished, and dehydrated. A few more hits, and he would sleep through this round.
“Maybe I should knot his mouth,” said the one who slapped Tony. “His ass must be too loose by now.”
“We can double knot him like that,” said the youngest-looking one, so excited that Tony suspected it was his first time with an O.
Tony involuntarily shook his head. That would kill him for sure.
“Come on, Trent, you’re a doctor, don’t you think we can do it with a nasotracheal tube?”
“I never tried it,” Trent, the shortest of the alphas with blond hair and beard, answered. “But, that’s an idea.”
Tony stepped backwards. Hit the wall. No. Not the wall. The Soldier. The killing machine for Hydra for decades, and still felt much safer than the other knotheads in the room.
“Bucky,” Tony whispered while the other alphas in the room were discussing if a tube in Tony’s nose would feel too clinical during their gang rape. Bucky’s gaze turned down, looking at Tony. His eyes –and God, he hoped this wasn’t desperation coloring Tony's own– were more alive, debating. “Alpha?” Tony bent his neck, maybe for the first time in his life, feeling the submission and obedience in the act.
The Soldier's nostrils flared. Tony hoped the alpha was smelling his scent and not the other dozens of alphas on his skin.
“Are you slutting after the Asset?” The one who had slapped Tony asked, stepping closer. “Look, boys, Stark thinks we won't be enough for him.” They all laughed like a cackle of hyenas. “Don't worry, bitch, we will make sure you have enough knots.” He grabbed Tony at the shoulder, fingers digging into Tony's tendons. Before Tony could grimace at the pain of such a tight grip, the alpha screamed, and the bones of his wrist crushed in a metal grip.
“Asset!” The oldest-looking alpha jumped up, only to go down with a knife in his throat.
The one trying to grab Tony was lying on the floor too, chest down, face up, neck broken.
The other alphas started walking toward them, without guns because no one was stupid enough to bring a loaded gun next to captured Tony Stark, or any electronics, or keys. Tony kicked Trent right at the knot as Happy had shown him. The bastard kneeled down, breathless. A knee to his chin dropped him, and Tony was going to crush his trachea per Natasha’s lessons, but another blade went in the alpha’s carotid artery, showering Tony in hot, red blood.
When he rose, Tony saw that the Soldier had already killed the other two, looking at Tony, confused.
“You okay?” Tony stupidly asked. Between the two of them, the Soldier was in better condition.
He didn't receive any kind of response.
“Do you have a plan?”
No response for that either.
“Okay, okay.” Tony could come up with one; even concussed, he had more brain cells to spare than most people have in a lifetime. “Can you get us out?” The Soldier's eyes were calculating. “Would this help?” Reopening a wound on his left forearm, Tony dug out the keycard chip he'd stolen from the bitch he had electrocuted. “It should open some of the doors, right?”
The Soldier nodded.
“Okay.” Tony tried to control his anxiety, then started disrobing the smallest alpha. “I need some clothes,” he explained. “And shoes. One needs shoes for daring escapes.”