I was asked by KiTTzu (FF.net) to write some Tony whump. So, I tried, it may not be very good, but I tried

Day 4

The Cell

Tony had apparently passed out. When he woke up it was hot. Too hot. Laying his head back down on the floor, he noticed that the floor was radiating with heat. Cap would like it. He hated the cold.

Wait, Cap! Cap was dead. He had been brought back dead from who knew where. Jerking up, Stark glanced around the room and found Steve about a foot to his right. But something was different... He was sweating. Did dead people sweat? He didn't think so. But then, what, when, why, how, where? (Okay, maybe not where... ) Tony checked for a pulse, finding a weak but steady one. He was so confused. He felt tears of relief come to his eyes. Steve wasn't dead. He wasn't responsible for the death of Captain America; That was a huge weight off of his shoulders. But he was still very confused. As if in answer to his confusion, the cell door swung open and a now familiar routine ensued.

~A~

The Truth Room

Tony was quite concerned when he entered the Truth Room. He knew what this room was for, and Steve wasn't up for it. From what he could tell, Cap had been dead. How he was alive now was a mystery, for once a pleasant one, but there was no way this could be good.

Then he was shoved into the chair. Well, this wasn't good, but for a completely different reason. Better him than Cap. But, he was still human and humans didn't like pain. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. This was nothing new to him. He had been through this before.

"Steeling yourself for what is to come?" Oh, how he hated Mori Ruby Slippers.

Tony opened his eyes, casting a glare at his captor, "Just trying to avoid your face for a few minutes."

"You wound me," Rubrem " He smiled one of his bloodthirsty smiles. "But don't you see? You tried to get in my way."

Tony wasn't exactly sure what he was referring to. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Come now Mr Stark. You keep attempting to stop what we are doing to the Captain."

"Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that the point of this whole thing?" The sarcasm had left, and was being replaced by anger.

Mori shook his head, "Mr Stark, we gave you a way to stop us, but you seem to think that yelling and standing in our way is better. You're wrong."

The billionaire rolled his eyes. "So, what happens now? Do I get in on some of the fun?"

"Yes, you get in on the fun." Rubrem went to the wall and pulled out a tray. He brought it over and laid over Tony's chair. Lying there was a syringe and multiple vials.

"You see Mr Stark, our dear Captain friend is immune to most drugs and injections. But we need to test some things. I can't waste one of my men on something so trivial, and the Captain is out of the question, leaving one person for the test run."

"You mean, little ol' me?" he didn't like this, not one bit. While he was fairly strong in this aspect, you could never tell with drugs. He was prone to make a fool of himself anyway.

A small smirk and nod then Rubrem picked up the syringe. He moved his hand over the vials. He picked one up and rolled it in his hands.

"You are quite full of sarcastic comments. Let's see if this changes your sentiment." Tony's right arm was twisted to expose the veins. The needle was pushed into the vein and Stark could feel the liquid mingle with his blood.

It felt like ice, and Tony couldn't help but squirm. Then Mori leaned forward and slapped his arm. The freezing turned to burning, ten times more painful than the ice. He gave a short cry, trying to keep from screaming.

"Good. It seems to be serving its purpose." The Nazi slapped him again in the same place. The fire immediately cooled. "Good, good."

Using the same needle, Mori drew from a different vial and injected Tony once again. This time he felt nothing. He could see the liquid being pushed through his veins, but he didn't feel it. The needle was pulled out and his captor took a step back, watching him intently. The cooling feeling disappeared into nothing. There was a slight discomfort in his arm before feeling dissolved completely. He stared at it. It was still there, but he wouldn't have known if he hadn't been looking at it.

Tony felt the numbness continue to spread up his arm. The cooling and burning had stayed near the entry point, but this kept moving. The loss of feeling was terrifying, especially as it began to creep up his neck.

He gasped, beginning to panic. Rubrem laughed.

"Does this frighten you? This lack of feeling? I suppose that would make sense, considering how you need to be in control. But don't worry, it will wear off. Hopefully." A knife appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. "But this is where it really becomes... Fun."

Tony glared, trying not to let his fear overtake him. That was exactly what Ruby Slippers here wanted

Tony's face was becoming numb, and it took all of his power to mutter two words: "Yes, fun."

The knife was placed to the inventor's left arm and pressed down slightly. Pain like Tony had never felt before erupted in his arm. He tried to pull away but found himself unmoving. He was completely immobile. He tried to open his mouth, and while he couldn't feel it, scream he heard informed him that it had indeed opened.

"Ahh, exactly as planned. As a scientist, Mr Stark, I'm sure you would like an explanation. You see, this injection makes you completely immobile. But, due to my wonderful genius, it causes pain to double in magnitude." Tony let out another scream at a light touch to his wound. "Oh, and I almost forgot, it leaves the mouth mobile so I can hear the satisfying screams. The exact science is too complicated to explain. Fortunately, I can let you know exactly what it feels like first hand."

He slashed the knife over the open palm of Tony's right hand. Another scream, louder than the first.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that the pain will increase with each wound?

Another slash on his right arm. Then on his left. The pain was unbearable. For a brief moment, he considered giving in. Just give them Project P and then it would stop. But it was a brief moment. He knew that was a fantasy. If he gave them what they wanted, it wouldn't stop.

Another slash, another scream. He couldn't control it anymore. At least things couldn't get any worse.

Or so he thought. 

So, hope you liked it! The reviews really helped me get my inspiration back! I will try to update sooner this time.

God bless,