Looking around Tony couldn't see anything, everything was dark and unfocused. He squinted fast and hard trying to gain clear vision of his surroundings but his eyesight wouldn't focus. The unbearable pain his whole body was feeling told him that his lack of vision must be from swollen eyes. How long had I been out? The pain his body was going through was so excruciating he felt he was slipping back into the darkness of unconsciousness but he felt the need to stay awake. If he couldn't stay awake it meant they would win and he wasn't going give them that feeling of success. If he stayed awake, it meant he was still alive, that he would see Steve, Peter and little Peggy another time.

He wasn't sure how long he was missing, it felts like days—hell it felt like weeks. From the hourly interrogation beatings and black outs, Tony had no idea where he was or what day it was.

As he struggled with consciousness the dark room light up to a blinding white making Tony squint and struggle to look away from but the whole room seemed to be excessively bright. Who the hell interrogates people in a white room? Idiots. Even though he was in extreme pain, Tony couldn't help but judge the intelligence of the people who seemed to get the drop on him and kidnap him.

When it first happened and he woke up in the room, Tony started to panic. The set-up, the look and hell even the smell reminded him of being held captive those many years ago. He was not about to go through that again. But these people clearly had other intentions; it was to kill him at least not yet because they never once reached for his arc reactor. This worried him more, how much was he going to endure before they killed him off or was found?

They'll come. They have to. Tony would repeat to himself as he struggled to keep his emotions at bay. He wasn't going to give any sign of weakness.

Tony's thought were interrupted as a hard fist connected with his face for what felt like the thousandth time today. It was to the point that he had no feeling in his face except he could feel the slightest tickle from the blood running down his face.

"Are you going to cooperate now or shall we up the ante?" The mysterious figure questioned with a wicked grin that made Tony cringe at the sight. Even with 65% of his vision impaired he could make out the awful teeth.

"God, do you even own a toothbrush? Want to be a villain but can't do daily hygiene, someone's priorities are clearly messed up." Tony remarked with such snarky and smugness he could muster up. He may be tied to the chair—completely immobilized but that didn't mean Tony was going to back down entirely. Tony let out laugh, it was straggled, and making him wheeze and wince in pain but it was worth it.

The second fist to face confirmed that his comments were really getting to the guy. This only egged on Tony on even more so.

"Hey. Did you know your face looks—"Tony couldn't finish the next sentence as there was a hard blow the back of his head and blackness swallowed him whole again. The last thoughts before he lost consciousness were the faces of his family.

Down in the basement of Stark Towers is where Steve thinks well when he isn't catching up on new age information in the lab with Tony. Tony had been working on something that required very attentive attention, so he left his husband to his brilliant working as he decided to work out in the state of the art gym Tony had graciously added in for Steve. It had been gift from Tony for one of their anniversaries. He wasn't always to eloquent with expressing his feelings, sometimes his upfront claims made Steve blush a rosy red but to explain his feelings in giving things was something Tony could do.

Wrapping his hands up ready to have a go with the punching bags, Steve couldn't help but notice that Tony had made sure there was a new shipment of punching bags. Sometimes when Steve got lost in the motions of combat training his mind would slip to the past and he would pack his punches with his feelings of sadness and regret—knocking the bags to the ground. Steve had promised Tony it wouldn't be a regular occurrence but there were days where it was inevitable.

Today wasn't one of those days. It was worse and it was in the present.

"Captain." A SHIELD agent broke him out of his concentration. The urgency in his voice and the worry in his eyes were quickly noticed by Steve. Dropping his fist and wiping the back of his arm across his forehead. Steve made his way over the agent who looked like he was one of the newer recruits.

"Can I help you, Agent Morgan?" Steve said politely as he waited for the debriefing of the Avengers next mission.

"It—it's Tony. He's missing—"Before the young agent could finish with the details. Steve was quickly rushing to the lab that he had left Tony in that morning. There was no way he was missing. He would have heard the security system. He misheard the agent. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't be.

Once he made it to the lab, Steve slipped to the floor in crumble. Where are you Tony? His mind racked over the events that happened that day. Nothing made sense. His body grew numb as the news of his husband was missing was settling into his mind.

"Peter!"

Despite the protests from his muscles to move, Steve needed to find Peter. He needed to know he was okay that he was still here. If he found Peter he knew he was okay as well as Peggy. That little girl never left her older brothers side.

Making it to Peter's room, he sighed in relief at the sight before him. Peter was pushing Peggy in a makeshift swing that Peter had made out of webbing. It was something Peter did in the beginning to stop her from crying and was now a request from the little girl.

Knowing they were okay, Steve couldn't hold back the tears as he sunk to the floor again.

"Pop!" Peter yelled out as he watched his father fall in dishevelment to his knees. It was out of character for Steve and it worried Peter. He couldn't figure out what was going on, all he could make out from Steve was the soft chant of his other father's name. The sight in front of him made his heart drop.