Wouldn’t it be awesome if bad guys used Tony as a power source?
I wouldn’t mind reading fic about this sort of thing.
Tony arched against the bars and the rope as he felt his pulse quicken from the sudden surge of power created by his arc reactor in compensation to the large amount of power lost to the machine attached to his very same arc reactor. In consequence the sheer amount of force caused his heart to beat in quick, unhealthy succession. Almost made it felt as if his heart was getting sucked clean out of his body. Ripped out by the very same creation meant to keep it beating.
Tony screamed from the pain. The tape over his mouth muffling him and the loud whir of the machine he was powering overshadowing any noise he created. This went on for one whole minute. He released scream after scream. None of it lessened the pain.
When the machine was finally turned off he slumped heavily against the bars he was roped to, head dangling from his lack of strength. His heart beat was rapid and painful in his chest. His weight was held by the rope around his wrist and over his chest. Blood trickled down from where the rope bit into his skin, made worse by his struggling. There was no escape for him.
“Sir, test proved successful. Power exceeded our original expectations. One-hundred percent.” He heard from somewhere. “However it will prove fatal to our host if used excessively. A recommended seventy-five percent will deem it operational and will allow our host to survive long exposures.”
“And what of the device?”
“Will remain online and undetected should we switch to this new power source.”
“Good. Begin preparations. I want this ready and moved out before anyone notices our guest missing. I’d hate to lose such a convenient generator.”
Tony seethed on the inside. This was all he was to them. A damn battery.
“Make our guest comfortable. Show him to his new room.”
Before Tony could even begin to move a finger he was knocked out. The next few times he was conscious were all a blur to him. Blended together in a surreal way that he couldn’t decipher what was real and what wasn’t. The only thing he knew to be true was the heavy second pulse in his chest. A pulse that seemed to suck the life right out of him every second of every hour of every day.
They placed him inside a pod, held upright by chains with his arms tied behind his back. Tubes, wires, everything seen in machines attached to himself and his reactor. He came and went to reality. Time passed too quickly. Frozen, perhaps? A cryo pod of sorts.
Then blaring lights and loud sirens assaulted his eyes and ears. Time slowed and he came to consciousness. His body no longer sluggish but the second pulse still in his chest. In panic he looked around, eyes scanning everything he could. His arms were chained behind him, his legs chained to the pod and they had placed a muzzle on him. He couldn’t move or call for help.
Someone appeared before his pod. Eyes wide in horror and mouth opened in worry. Tony knew them and he tried to scream through his muzzle, to beg for them to release him, but then the floor began to shake and the wires attached to his reactor pulsed with the same amount of force that nearly yanked his heart out.
He screamed against the muzzle and struggled, but to no avail. Then the whirring of a weapon charging echoed in the room and the last thing Tony managed to see before only pain overtook his mind was a blast of light hitting where the person stood and the sound of the weapon he was charging getting ready to strike again.
@xissa-chanx i tried.