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Tony's POV.
Cold, very cold.
The chains around my wrists where cold, my brain felt like a rollercoaster, a person was in front of me. They where speaking in a laungage I didn't understand and even if I could understand it I probably still couldn't hear them.
One word though I heard it clearly "torturować" from what I heard it sounded Eroupean possibly from the middle, maybe German but it sounded possibly polish. The word may have ment torture.
End of POV.
They sat on the sofas in the lounge of Stark tower. The blonde haired man stood up "well aren't we going to do anything? Anything at all?" Natasha looked up at him, "what can we do, Steve? We can't find him anywhere after that charity auction"
Banner would put his hand up "well we could actually have a kidnapping on our hands?" He would mumble, everyone would look at him like he was stupid but they pondered the idea of such an idea.
Hunger would strike Stark like a bullet, but who could think of food as he was thinking of an escape the chains around his wrists where slim and there was no camera's in view and every few hours a person would inject a type of drug into his arm, a small dosage but just to make him semi forget. He still had the watch he had, he could pull it apart and get a bit of metal off the buckel.
They visited him every about 5 hours and searched the room because they weren't stupid, but they could have schedules they always locked the door just after they come in so no one could see there where no windows or anything.
He could use metal to break the chains and put his hands behind his back, then when a gaurd locks the door and comes down the give him the dosage his can grab their knife and stab them, then take their gun and get outta there.
The perfect plan.