Fic: The Lucky one: Chapter One

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Title: The Lucky one: Chapter One: Getting out alive
Rating: R
Fandom: Marvel - probably Movieverse, but it can be read as AU.
Pairings:  Tony/Tiberius, pre-slash Steve/Tony,
Part word count: 787
Genre: Drama, angst, hurt/comfort, character study
Warnings: This is a horrible fic, and I have no idea what Tony Stark did to make me do this to him. This first chapter contains references to: Non Con/Rape (I'm not sure what the difference is), Physical and Mental abuse, vomit and Voilence.  The warnings will probably increase as the fic progresses
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters and make no profit from them
Part Summary: The aftermath of a mission, or Tony really needs a friend
Thanks: My beta is on holiday at the moment, so all mistakes are mine. I am posting this, before my nerve gives out and I confine it to my memory stick never to see the light of day. I may repost it when she is back.
Author's note: Please, please, please do not kill me for what I do to Tony. I promise it will get better.
Thank you for any and all comments

 

He’d managed to make it to the bathroom in time.

Shaking he rested his head on the cool porcelain, trying to steady his breathing.

 

“Tony?”

He tried to pull himself towards the shower, convinced that Ty was back.

“Tony, let me in.”

He whimpered. His legs wouldn’t support him. His chest felt like it was on fire.

“JARVIS override 01957052251!”

He blinked. That was Captain America’s override code, what was he doing here?

His head hurt and didn’t seem to be making the right connections, as he tried to think

The Avengers had been fighting…Ahh. He couldn’t remember. Some guy in a suit.

It had taken longer than he thought, and he’d flown off without waiting for team debriefing. That must be why Cap was here.

He had still being late, in spite of that. Tiberius had been angry…

The memory of the last two hours turned his stomach again, and he wrenched, sending green and red bile all over himself and the floor.

“Tony/” the voice sounded nearer. He couldn’t let Steve see him like this.

He tried to back around, towards the shower, but a bottle had been left on the floor, and he knock into it.

“Tony?” Steve was standing in the door way, looking around.

He knew how he looked.

Bruises around his neck, upper arms, hips, his right eye red and already swollen, dried serum in his public hair, like a….

Like the disgusting little Whore that he was. That was why Tiberius had gone, to give him a chance to clean up, cos no one except him would want a whore after they’ve fucked him.

But it had hurt so much he’d barely made it to the bathroom before he threw up.

“My God Tony, What happened? Who did this?”

His lip’s bleeding He hadn’t noticed it before now, but as he tries to answer Steve’s question, he’s suddenly very aware of it.

“Ty.” Is all he manages to gasp out.

Steve’s kneeling beside him, looking at him, but he can’t meet his eyes.

“It’s O.K. Tony; we’re getting out of here. Can you stand?”

He doesn’t think his legs will support him, but the thought of those clean hands over his disgusting body is more humiliation than he can heap on this man, so he nods.

Steve slips an arm around him to help, and he tries not to wince at the touch. Steve shouldn’t have to touch someone like him.

“Come on. It’s O.K. We’ll take it nice and easy.”

The words invoke again memories of the last two hours, sending shooting pains to his wrists. He moans wrenching again, as the world goes dark.

*

Voices came to him indistinctly.

“Shoulder’s dislocated…”

“Ribs six, eight, and nine fractured on the right…”

“Bruising excessive on neck, upper arms, and inside of thighs. Only time I’ve ever seen anything like it was on a prostitute…”

“…internal tearing constituent with other injuries…”

He couldn’t tell how long had passed, where the voices were coming from, or even where he was.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. The room was dark, with fluorescent lights streaming in from the corridor that hurt his eyes.

He must be in a hospital, and the thought made the heart monitor next to him beep faster.

He’d been to hospital a couple of times after Tiberius had finished with him. It never turned out well.

Normally, Tiberius was simply angry, and punished him more once they were home. But a couple of times he’s been angry at the person who had brought Tony in. He swallowed at the memory of Pepper. Of what Tiberius had forced him to do.

He tried to pull himself up, noting the sling on his right arm. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Maybe he’d passed out at the house and Tiberius had brought him…he dismissed that idea from his head as quickly as it had formed.

Tiberius had the names of three doctors on the East Coast alone who’d reset broken bones at three am, no questions asked. If he had passed out, he’d have woken up in his own bed.

Slowly he looks around the room, and spots a blond man asleep, still in costume, leaning on his shield.

Shit! This was worse than bad. Tiberius was convinced enough that there was something going on between him and Captain America, despite his reassurances that he hadn’t done anything more than talk to the man.

Then again, no one trusted a whore.

The heart monitor was almost screaming, and it woke Captain America up.

“Tony.” His voice was calm and steady. “It’s O.K. You’re safe. It’s over.”

He had to fight the desire to laugh.

It would never be over.

TBC