MY SIXTH FANFIC STORY!

Ok, well, first of all, this Story is 100% in Tony Starks Point Of View (POV

Secondly, please excuse how bad the story is, it was a bit of a long shot of an idea, but I was dying to write another Avenger Fanfic so... yea... it's not the best

And thirdly, Hope ye Enjoy :)

Rachel

Chapter 1

"Hello Stark".

I jumped at the voice, automatically reaching out for something to grab. A gun, a wrench, anything I could fight with. The only problem was I couldn't move. Literally. It was as if something... Or someone... Was after freezing me in place.

"That should hold you for now" he said, smirking as he walked into my line of sight. Loki Laufeyson. "Please, try not to speak. It won't do you any good". the god explained as my mouth opened with a smart comeback as to why the God of Lies was in my lab at 2am. But I decided to try anyway.

"You know I have an AI in here don't you? He doesn't take kindly to lunatics".

Loki frowned, "An AI?".

"Jarvis" I replied, "my Artificial Intelligence... You know, you're as far behind with technology as Thor is. Then again, brothers do share certain... Bonds... Don't you think?".

He took a step forward, glaring at me as his green eyes flashed blue, "I know what it is Stark. I'm not as stupid as Thor. I was merely pointing out that in the current situation, you'll find that... Jarvis... Is offline".

I glanced up at the nearest camera, "J?". No response. "Hey, Jarv? You there?" I asked. Nothing. Swallowing back a frightened gulp, I tried again, "Jarvis. Answer me".

"Told you" the God muttered smirking and I turned back to him, angrily trying to stand up and throw something at him, but neither my legs, nor arms, would obey me. It was as if I was rooted to my work bench. I couldn't even reach out for my Iron Man suit. Cursing loudly, I looked up at the God, "what did you do to him?".

"What did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But he won't be working again until I say so" Loki replied mischievously.

"And when will that be?" I asked and Trickster seemed to think for a moment before grinning slyly, "Only when I'v had my fun".

"Had your fun? What's th-" I started but was cut off sharply when he through me into the wall. Damn did that hurt. Coughing, I looked up as Loki walked over to me, "What the fu-".

He cut me off once more by slamming me into the wall again, "You shouldn't swear as much Stark. It's not very polite".

"Nor is destroying my paintwork" I gasped out, coughing as broken plaster fell down around me, the dust rising. L

Loki smirked before letting go of my collar and I fell to the floor as he silently walked away, "It's not is it? But how can I possibly entertain myself otherwise?".

"Ever try Sudoku?" I asked, managing to grin, "I hear it's rather... Challenging". He turned to me sharply, clicking his fingers and suddenly the spectre was in his hands, "do you know what this can do Stark?".

"Solve a Sudoku puzzle?" I guessed and he slowly walked towards me again, dragging me to my feet, "No…it is far more... Challenging".

"I knew that sentence would come back to haunt me" I managed to say before I was thrown against the door. Which would have been fine, I mean, I would have smashed through it, reducing the damage to my person. Unforcently, some genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, decided it was a good idea to use Hulk-proof glass. So instead of being all cliché and landing in a shower of glass, I simply slammed into it with such a force that left me gasping for breath and cursing the massive headache i was going to get in the morning.

"This, , can cause you more damage than you can ever possible imagine" Loki said, watching as I slid down the glass and tried to get my bearings.

"It can all so, as so kindly proved, manipulate the mind and bring out your worst fears" he continued, bending down in front of me, "is that what you want?".

"Go to hell" I spat and he sighed, "very well. Hope you enjoy the show". A split second later, he placed the point of the spectre against my forehead and then, the world was fading... Fading so quickly... Yet seeming to drag on forever...

Bullets... Bullets and shouting... "STAY HERE" someone yelled at me and I looked around confused. I was... In Afghanistan... In the humvee... No... No, not here... Anywhere but here... I watched as the young cadet left the truck, hearing someone else shout, "Give me a gun! GIVE ME A GUN!". It was only then I realised it was me. Then I ran for it, sprinting towards the rocks on the far side of the truck, trying to ignore the soldiers, who were now dead, surrounding me. I quickly looked around for my Stark phone, pulling it out just as something landed next to me. Something that read 'Stark Industries'. Ohhh no. Not this again. The next thing I knew, i was on my back, surrounded by metal, with blood pouring from my chest.

Then the pain stared. The piercing tremors that shook through my body, the feeling of knives and cloth on my chest, the bitter smell of Chloride as they tried to drug me. The live operation. Why couldn't we skip this part? Why did I always have to go back to... Here. Being cut up like a laboratory rat. No morphine. No anaesthetic. No freedom from the endless shocks of pain. No drugs. Nothing.

The images changed quickly after that... Like a movie... Or a slide show... Each one ripping open my heart like the day they happened... Each one the same things I had the nightmares about... My father... The military... Obie... Justin Hammer... The wars... Afghanistan... The betrayals, the losses, and the pain... Always the pain... Old memory's that I had spent years, YEARS, trying to forget, came to the surface as fresh as the day they were born. The usual memory's, like Afghanistan for instance, weren't any better...

Then they were gone. Everything. No pictures. Just blankness. Emptiness. Then Loki's harsh voice cut through the blackness. "Your nothing Stark. Nothing". He was playing with me. He was filling my mind with... nothing. It was just empty. "I own you Stark" he said again, his voice filled with venom and harshness, "Your weak. Your nothing, NOTHING. You cant escape me. I own you". He was unmaking me... He was undoing everything I had done to block out the unwanted memories. I was... unmade... he was breaking me down... Slowly... Bit by bit...

Then all the pictures came back, flashing through my mind so fast that I only had just enough time to register what it was, before the next one flashed before my eyes. I couldn't take it. I couldn't stand it any more. I could faintly hear myself shouting, screaming even, just wanting it to end. I couldn't take it. I just couldn't TAKE IT. Then it was gone...

Gasping for breath, I looked up at Loki. I was lying down on my stomach, one hand wrapped around the base of his spectre, the other just in front of my head in a fist so tight it was drawing blood from my palm. Loki just smirked, stepping back and looking me up and down, "struck a nerve did it?".

"You fucking son of a bitch" I growled, forcing myself to my feet and punching him in the jaw. What I wasn't expecting was the sickening crunch as my wrist broke. He didn't even flinch.

"I made of much stronger stuff Stark than you or any other pathetic mortal is. What you just felt there, was the equivalent of punching solid gold, or possibly pure steel. Not a very wise decision" he said calmly as I bit back a cry, clutching my left hand. Bastard. Taking deep breaths, I leant back against the door, looking up at him angrily, "why me?".

"Why you? You honestly don't know why I picked YOU?" The god asked and I nodded slowly, "you've already got five others to pick on in this building. Many of whom would provide a better fight. So why me?".

"Because your weak" he hissed, putting his hand on my neck and slowly squeezing, "your weak. Your pathetic. Your VULNERABLE". Ok, that hurt. That really hurt. Seriously, it felt like I'd been punched in the stomach.

"Your insecure Stark. Your easy to manipulate. You've got nothing. No super strength. No assassin skills. No spy skills. No magical control of thunder. You don't even have a split personality. Your NOTHING" he hissed, squeezing my throat tighter and tighter until i couldn't breathe and black dots formed in front of my eyes. Then he let go, and I collapsed onto the ground.

"At least... I'm not... A crazy bastard... With family issues" I choked out and he kicked me, really hard, in the stomach. And we both heard the definite snap as he broke some ribs.

"Oh but you do have family issues don't you Stark?" Loki asked dangerously, "your own father hated you".

"Still not... As much as... Odin hated you" I shot back, trying my hardest to breathe as he kicked me again, breaking another two or three ribs. If I wasn't careful, they'd pierce through my lungs. Then I really wouldn't be able to breathe. I'd be dead. But it was a nice enough thought in the current situation.

"And not to mind the fact your father didn't love you. He didn't even like you. Your DAD, HATED you! He thought you were a waste of space. A pest. Something that wasn't with looking at" Loki continued, laughing at me, "and then there was Obiah Stane. Remember him? He betrayed you as well. You TRUSTED him, and he BROKE it. Because he hated you as well. Don't you get the message? No one loves you. No one even LIKES you. Your nothing. Just a waste of space".

I had no reply to that. He was telling the truth. That's all I knew. I WAS weak. I WAS vulnerable. I WAS worthless. Even Pepper couldn't stand me sometimes. I was pathetic.

"So, come on then. What has the great Tony Stark got to say to that?" Loki sneered, laughing as I stared at him with empty eyes. Empty... Just empty...

"Will you kill me all ready?" I asked quietly and he smirked, "what was that?".

"I'm done Loki. I'm done, ok? You've had your fun. You've completely destroyed me. Isn't that what you want?" I asked again, my voice barely a whisper as I slowly sat up.

"Well well well. Tony Stark giving up once and for all" Loki said grinning, "but I haven't had my fun yet".

I glanced up at him, "you've brought back the... Memories... You've broken my wrist. You've thrown me into three walls. And most likely broken my whole rib cage. What else can you do?".

"Many things Stark. Many things" he replied, bending down to me, "The fun's only just beginning".

He hit me... I don't know how many times... Just punching me over and over again... The kicks were just as merciless... I lost count after the first dozen... The whole time reminding me how weak I had become... How I was hated by even my own father... How in was just a complete mess... Yet he kept me alive. Kept me on the brink of blacking out. Kept me on that very fine line between being alive, and being unconscious. I just curled up into a ball, bringing my knees up tight to my chest, burying my face in them, and putting my hands over my head protectively. Not that it did me any good. It was times like these that I wished I hadn't made the lab sound proof. It would have been so much easier for the others to rush down if they heard me scream. But I refused to give in, refuses to cry, refuses to do anything but be a man and take it in front of the God. And eventually, he stopped.

"Jarvis, I believe your inventor needs help" Loki said calmly, dragging me along the floor to behind my desk, and a second later, I heard a beep and the AI's smooth voice cut through the room, "Sir is on his way".

Where the hell was J when I needed him earlier on?

"Until next time Stark" Loki said smirking, before it quickly fell as there was a loud bang. I didn't even have the energy to look up as Loki's head snapped to the door, slowly backing away.

"That was quick" he muttered, as the door slid open. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD" someone yelled. Hey that was... That was Clint wasn't it? A long series of angry Russian confirmed it.

"Now now, no need to be rude" Loki said grinning, before ducking as an arrow went over his head, "Or shoot me. That's not the most polite either".

"I don't give a damn what you think. You mess with one of us. You deal with all of us" he growled.

The god just smirked, "then I believe iv outgrown my stay".

A second later, he had disappeared in a green light. "Stark?" Someone asked before catching sight of me behind the desk, "Tony...". That would be my favourite archer. I heard a few cautious steps before someone rushed over to me, "TONY!". Yep, definitely my Legolas.

"Jarvis, Get help, NOW!" he shouted and I winced as he gently pulled away my hands, uncurling me from my protective ball. I just wanted to be left alone, I didn't want any more pain, was that too much to ask for?

"BRUCE" he yelled, before turning back to me, "hey, it's all right buddy, we'll get you out of here". Then I head the door slide open.

"You better have a good reason to have woken me at 4am Barton" someone growled… That was Natasha. Ok, so the two super spies/assassins were here. Clint looked up at her, the terror in his eyes, and she froze, "Clint?".

He looked back down at me and I grinned slightly, "Your… f-finally lost… f-for w-words".

"Is that…Is that Stark?" Natasha asked walking over. She froze when she caught sight of me, "S-Stark?".

"Loki was with him, did a disappearing act, I don't know how long he was here" Barton rushed out, "Jarvis woke me, said Tony was practically dead, so I ran down and saw the bastard beat the shit of him".

"I'll get… I'll get Bruce" she stammered, running back up the stairs.

Clint slowly moved me over, and put my head in his lap, "Your ok man. Just hang on in there ok? Your going to be all right… Can you even hear me?".

"S-sort of" I choked out and he laughing softly, "you're going be fine Stark. Just don't decide to die alright?".

Then there was the distinct click of the door being opened and a pair of footsteps ran over. "Jesus Christ" someone muttered, bending down next to me, "Stark? Hey, Tony?". And here was my awesome science bro.

"No" Bruce ordered, "Don't move him. I don't know what's hurt".

"Bruce we've got to do something" Clint argued and the doctor sighed, looking back down at me, "Ok, Tony? I need you to tell me what happened".

"L-Loki" I whispered as he started prodding me softly.

"Ok, that's a good start. Stay talking Tony, you're not allowed to sleep on us ok?" He asked and I nodded, wincing as it send pain shooting through my neck. Bastard god almost choked me.

"Good. Anything else?" He asked, looking up as I whimpered softly when he picked up my hand, "Wrist?".

I nodded and he swore. And Bruce simply does not swear... Unless things were really bad.

"Wrist? What does 'Wrist' mean?" Barton asked frantically.

"Broken. His wrist is broken. Very badly at that... And his leg..." Bruce replied, "Tell me Tony, why didn't you call for someone sooner?".

"Jarvis... H-He broke" I trailed off, not having the strength to continue. Thankfully, Banner got what I meant, "he broke Jarvis. Course he did. Ok, now Tony, how many fingers am I holding up?".

I stared at his hand for a long while. I was seeing double. Then triple. Then double again. Then it was going hazy. "I...I d-don't... I c-cant..." I stammered frustrated.

"It's ok Tony, calm down... This is bad. This is very bad" Bruce muttered, lowering his hand and turning to Clint, who was clutching his bow with more strength than needed, "Barton... BARTON".

"Oh, wait, what?" Clint asked and I smirked slightly as Bruce sighed, "come on, we have to move him. Natasha, find something to brace his leg" the doctor ordered.

Oh yea, Natasha. I'd forgotten she was there. She just seemed to be aimlessly pacing the floor. Wait, did he say to brace my leg? Didn't that mean it was b- a piercing pain shook through my body and against my better judgement, I involuntarily yelped.

"Shhh, Tony, calm down, it's ok, you're going to be fine" Bruce said softly as he and Clint slowly turned me onto my back. My other side was worse. It was the side with the horribly broken ribs. And Bruce, once again, swore rather skill-fully. I'd have to ask him about that if I got out of this thing alive.

"Ok. Maths. You're the best at maths here Tony. Four... No, five. Five broken ribs... And at least another half-dozen cracked. Add that up for me will ya? What's the verdict?" Bruce asked and I smirked, "One... O-one very l-l-large hospital b-bill".

He smiled slightly, "that, is positive. Nat, how long will they be?".

"One joyful, big, happy, lovely little ambulance, on its way" she replied sarcastically, "I'd give them... 3 minutes at least, 5 tops".

Bruce sighed and looked downs at me again, "we're going to take you to hospital ok?".

"N-no" I stammered, "No h-hospitalsss".

"Stark" he warned but I shook my head and fuck did that hurt, "N-n-no hospitals".

He sighed and looked up at Natasha who made another quick call before turning back, "SHIELD doctors can be hear in 9 minutes".

"You can hold out that long?" Bruce asked me.

"I c-can... Try" I replied, but I knew I was lying to myself. And Barton, being the observant idiot he is, knew this as well.

"Stark... TONY" he warned, "NO".

"Yousss c-cant stops it L-Legolas" I replied grinning, my words slurred and my vision blackening out.

"NO Tony. Eyes. Open. Now" Bruce ordered but I barely heard him.

I had too many things running though my mind, in too much pain to be able to think straight, and just really, really, really fucking tired. So, ignoring the three Avengers shouting, and the sudden bang as the SHIELD doctors came pouring in with stretchers and first aid kits, I slowly closed my eyes, welcoming the blackness that took over.