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The captors had the Avengers powerless, chained up to chairs behind thick glass. Steve was woozy as he lolled his head to the right to check on his team. Natasha was still out cold, her body limp in her chair. He could see a raised bruise above her eyes and hoped her brains weren't too rattled.
Just beyond her in the next chair Bruce was layered down with so many chains his body was nearly invisible. His eyes blinked slowly with a green tint but he didn't seem all there. Suppression drugs perhaps.
It felt like a huge effort to turn his head to the left, what was wrong with him? To his left Hawkeye blinked back at him angrily, his mouth muffled with a gag and his face riddled with bruises. The chair behind him was empty. Where was Tony? Steve widened the area of his gaze around the room looking for the telltale red of Iron Man. The room was a cold white and empty, reminding Steve of an empty hospital. A metal table sat the middle that the Avengers in the chairs semicircled. There was nothing else he could see and he was the only one reasonably conscious.
Steve shivered and tested the bonds. His muscles felt week and uncoordinated. He needed to break these bonds and get his team out of here before they were tortured. He didn't like the look of that table. The team might be aware of the risks of the jobs and accept the potential of it happening, but he'd prefer for it to not happen at all.
There was a clang behind him and a rush of air. Steve startled and craned his head, watching the figures through the corner of his eyes.
"Wher..." he coughed to clear his throat, "Where's Iron Man?"
"Ah Captain America!" His Captor enthused, "He'll be joining us shortly! First I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine."
"Who're you?" He frowned at the person, running the nondescript face through his mind. Not matching up to any villains he could recall facing in the past. A new villain perhaps.
"No-one important." The man smiled with white teeth, a predatory flash. Steve shifted uneasily, aware of how vulnerable he and his team were. "I'm just here to teach you all a lesson."
"This is my friend," he gestured to a large man who joined him. "Call him George. These are his friends, you don't need their name". Three stone faced men with guns looked at the Avengers.
The man clapped his hands, and looked around "Well, now that we're all here I suppose we should get the...more annoying of you five...in to complete the introductions."
He slapped the metal table "Bring him in!"
Steve tried to look behind him as the door opened at footsteps made their way towards them. Multiple people? They came into view, two more of his captors supporting a staggering Tony between them. Iron Man didn't seem to notice the other Avengers and was carefully focussing on walking with the men towards the leader.
The man smiled as the guards helped Tony up onto the table, letting him sit there. He slowly listed to the side and one of the guards reached out a hand to steady him there. Steve could see his eyes were glazed and the pupils dilated. They were slowly roving around the room but didn't focus on anything, skittering over the avengers and eventually focussing on an unknown point.
Steve jumped when the leader slapped Tony across the face, watching Steve's face. Tony's eyes had widened and he tried to move away, a slurred groan of protest. The leader slapped him again and this time Hawkeye gave a short cry of rage through his gag from beside him, struggling against the chains. The guard steadying Tony held him in place as he listed further to the side.
"If you don't want him hurt too badly you'll at least try to restrain yourselves" The Leader commented, "But let it not be said I don't give the good as well as the bad".
George and his guards stood silently watching as Steve ground his teeth in frustration. The man grabbed a knife from one of the guards and Steve held his breath as Tony's shirt was carelessly cut open.
Red lines follow the draw of the knife and Tony whimpered, his eyes rolling wildly and his mouth slack as he panted for breath. His Arc Reactor glowed brightly. He didn't seem to know what was going on, Steve hoped his sense for pain were dulled as well as his senses.
The trousers were sliced off with just as little care, the red lines blooming along Tony's thighs and left bare to the world. Steve averted his eyes in embarrassment and tested the bonds again, glancing down.
A gasp made him look up quickly, Tony's face was pinched as he slurred out protestations. The leader's hand was tight around his penis and squeezing tightly. Tony's tip was red from the pressure and blood, although still flaccid.
"I wouldn't test those chains if I were you" the man punctuated the comment with a jerk of his fist, drawing another gasp of pain from Tony. "You won't break them but you pulling them is distracting me. It'd be horrible if I were to accidentally cut him too deep or squeeze too hard."
The man let go of Tony's penis and started roughly tweaking his nipples and ran a hand down his face in a parody of affection. Tony's glazed eyes stared at the man's face as a small line appeared on his brow. A sound of concern bubbled from his lips but the leader stifled with with a kiss, pressing his mouth without any gentleness.
The Leader's eyes focused on the Avengers as he kept his mouth there, one hand on a nipple and the other coming up to pinch Tony's nose shut. Eyes went wide again as he tried to pull away from the leader. The guard behind him held him in position and Stark's eyes rolled wildly and hands came up to push weekly against the Leader's chest before losing there strength and falling limp. Hawkeye gave a muffled shout from beside Steve as Tony slowly went limp, eyes rolling back into his head. Hawkeye was struggling ferociously against his bonds and Steve joined him.
"He can't breathe, what are you doing?!" He raged.
The Leader pulled his head away from Tony to eye them with annoyance. "I told you not to interrupt us."
"You'll kill him!"
"I told you not to interrupt!" The leader pulled the limp Iron Man up by his hair and slamming his head down into the metal table. Tony came to with a choked gasp and scrabbled at his throat before laying still breathing frantically on the table. His eyes were still glazed and his face red from the exertion. He flinched when one of the guards flipped him onto his back and held him there when he tried to curl back onto his side. His chest heaved, the reactor flickering across the room.
The Leader's hand returned to Tony's penis and started jerking quickly in a businesslike manner, the man's face expressionless as Tony hardened and panting beneath them. Hips jerked roughly into the air as the man slid his spare hand over Tony's body, pinching and tweaking him to full hardness.
Tony let out a moan and tried to jerk more, but a hand pressed against his stomach held him still while he was tugged into completion.
Hawkeye shuffled restlessly beside Steve but they both stayed quiet, reluctant to rouse the man's ire while Tony was still vulnerable and unable to protect himself. Steve glanced at Natasha and Bruce. Natasha was still limp and silent but Bruce's drugged eyes shimmered with angry green whenever they focussed on the table of Tony and their captors.
A pleased whine was wrung from Stark's mouth as he came, cum splattering across the red lines on his chest and thighs. He gave a quiet sigh and rolled limply again.
The Leader gave Stark an indulgent pat on the head as he stepped away from the table, his two guards following with him leaving Tony flat on the table.
"I'll leave the rest of the party to just between you Avengers and George's company." He smiled as he walked out of view, Steve heard the door swinging shut behind them."
George smiled as he approached the table, his three guards hovering silently.