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Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

The War Machine armor had taken a significant enough hit in a fight that Rhodey wasn't able to patch it up on his own. Which was annoying on a few levels for Tony. One, that Rhodey could have gotten hurt. Another that Tony should have been there to help him.

Tony made a face, rereading the assessment of the damage for a third time before starting to get some tools together.

"JARVIS, has the lab in East Village been touched?"

"No, sir. Shall I inform Lieutenant colonel Rhodes of your plan?"

Tony grinned up at the ceiling. "You know me so well, sweetheart. Tell him I'll be there within the hour. Help him shake any tails if you'd be so kind."

[Expecting one, but open before!]

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Creepy snake people. It was creepy snake people. Because Tony's life was awful.

"Madame Hydra," Tony said through gritted teeth. "Did we have an appointment? My assistant has been on leave."

Tony, why are you like this?

She glanced over at one of the ridiculously costumed people and then back at Tony to smile viciously as he was yanked up onto his feet by said ridiculously costumed individual with a hand on his throat.

"You should learn to hold your tongue unless you want to face the consequences."

"Hey!" Bucky snapped. From the floor.

Steve wasn't the only Brooklynite who couldn't always judge a situation for one where he should shut up for his own safety.

So much was explained about him there. So, so much.

Tony looked a little panicked as Madame Hydra turned her attention over onto Barnes. She was more Strucker's creature than Red Skull's, so he might not ring any bells? "James," he choked out really hoping he'd get the hint.

"Now isn't the time to play hero," she told Bucky, frowning a little as she tried to place the sense of recognition.

A flick of her hand had Stark dropped from Rattler's grip.

Yep. All snake themed names. Awesome.

Bucky had just been about to say "You should let us go!" when, well. Rattler let Tony go.

So he just kind of gave a gasp in sympathy instead.

She leaned in, reaching out to roughly hook her fingers under his chin. Which left him the choice between moving in an uncomfortable fashion or be stabbed with sharp fingernails.

"Pretty, aren't you?"

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"Are you going to keep terrorizing my new assistant or will you get to why you kidnapped me?" Tony asked, trying not to move when he really wanted to body slam her before this got worse.

Bucky took the first option. Such fun to have to decide between two painful options, though. Such fun.

"Look, lady --" he muttered, but had no real end for that sentence. He'd half taken Tony's hint from before, now. Maybe he needed to temper his defiance a little.

"Your assistant," she said in a flat, disbelieving tone.

Lucky for him, she pulled her hand away from his chin. Unlucky for him, he was now digging her nails into his arm like she expected to hit metal.

Well, there wasn't any. Just flesh. Which was now hurting.

"Ow, what the hell?" Bucky snapped, because this trip was no officially the worst.

"Yes," Tony said, trying to act like he wasn't completely aware of why she might be doing that. He had some practice at that at least. "Don't you have better things to do right now? Like pick the wings off flies?"

Madame Hydra sneered, finally pulling away from Bucky in order to focus on Stark once again. "Rattler."

Hey, guess who was coldcocking Tony? This guy.

Well, thank god Tony had Extremis to keep from showing up back home with bruises. Not that Rhodey would be terribly happy about this.

"Was that insulting to snakes?" Tony wheezed, hunched over a little to blink the stars out of his vision. "I'm sorry. Culturally insensitive of me."

Bucky muttered something under his breath – look, he was learning! – while he tried to wriggle his way out of his restraints. Yes, he knew it was a long shot that he'd succeed, but what was he supposed to do? Give up.

Please.

Which would be why there was suddenly a foot shoving him down. By a guy who looked like a lizard fucked a sailboat, but you know it was a cool design to draw. So this is where we were.

"You are going to tell me who was behind the assassination and everything your little Widow has figured out," Madame Hydra said, leaning in to creepily run her fingernails down along the side of Stark's face.

Tony looked from Barnes to her, licking his lips in the only other sign of nerves he couldn't suppress. "You mean you don't know? Not keeping in touch with Schmidt for the HYDRA Christmas list, huh?"

Bucky had no clue what they were talking about.

He was also kind of distracted, gritting his teeth at getting someone's boot all up on him. "You mind stepping elsewhere, pal?"

"Tell me or Death Adder kills your friend," she said, sounding positively delighted by the prospect.

"Schmidt and Osborn," Tony snapped, trying to get past all the interference keeping him out of wireless networks to get to JARVIS for backup.

Hey, either he got a concussion from that punch or he was pushing the Extremis again because his vision blurred for a moment. "You already know that. Just... let him go."

Bucky was starting to get pretty pissed off, here.

Okay, scared. That too, but he was channeling that into anger because he could handle that a whole lot better than he could being afraid for his life.

He kept his mouth shut right now, though. Instead, he was trying to see if there was anything in this situation he could exploit in his favor. Anything at all.

To his advantage, they Death Adder was treating him like a useless civilian here. As evident from the fact that he only half-heartedly curled his tail (sorry, Barnes) around Bucky's neck and was barely paying him any mind.

"And that's all you've worked out?" Madame Hydra snapped, forgoing the gentle bad-touch for a fistful of Stark's hair.

"Talk to Fury if you want more... I'm not exactly in charge of things."

Hey, he could feel the faint hum of the electrical lines down here. That was... new and possibly something to worry about later. For now, instead, he focused until he could feel himself get a bloody nose and the lines were suddenly sparking like an explosion before everything went black in the tunnel.

Compared to pretty much everyone here, as well as several of his own future incarnations, Bucky was pretty much just a useless civilian. But he was also one who'd been in various kinds of tough situations. (Mostly thanks to one Steven G. Rogers.)

He wasn't very interested in staying where he was when the lights went out. So he went immediately with his gut instinct - which was to try and roll to the side, out of Death Adder's grip, trying to use the element of surprise to his advantage.

He needed to get the restraints off. That would be his concern number two.

That would be both of their concern number two once this situation was escaped. Because it was not fun. Not fun at all.

Tony wobbled for a moment before half stumbling into and half shoulder checking Death Adder to help. His plans were perfect if not for human error. "C'mon, move," he muttered, groping blindly for Barnes.

Because the Serpent Society? They did not sound pleased by this.

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