It would not be a soft touch or a kind voice that greeted him, but the harsh tones of one of his captors speaking broken English.
"You live. Good. For now. You live long enough to make us weapon, yes?"
He tugged on something just out of sight, but Tony would feel it as if someone had reached into his chest and tugged, mostly because they sort of did. He was connected up to some weird car battery to keep him alive for now, though the rest of his wounds were bad enough even without taking in the shrapnel near his heart.
"You work."
The captor tried to haul Tony up to a sitting position, and if he managed without Stark passing out, then the man would be able to see two other men besides him on the ground. One was Barnes, covered in blood all over his left side and with the bloody stump of an arm visible, the bleached white of shattered bone bright against the blossoming red, with his eyes closed, and another soldier who might have simply looked as if he were sleeping if his lips weren't the blue of death.
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"You live. Good. For now. You live long enough to make us weapon, yes?"
He tugged on something just out of sight, but Tony would feel it as if someone had reached into his chest and tugged, mostly because they sort of did. He was connected up to some weird car battery to keep him alive for now, though the rest of his wounds were bad enough even without taking in the shrapnel near his heart.
"You work."
The captor tried to haul Tony up to a sitting position, and if he managed without Stark passing out, then the man would be able to see two other men besides him on the ground. One was Barnes, covered in blood all over his left side and with the bloody stump of an arm visible, the bleached white of shattered bone bright against the blossoming red, with his eyes closed, and another soldier who might have simply looked as if he were sleeping if his lips weren't the blue of death.