Greetings! I had planned to have this part up sooner, but I'm a major procrastinator, sorry. Let me know what you think!

I also wanted to say that this chapter is greatly based off an absolutely amazing fic called "Helpless" by WordsAblaze. It's an absolutely amazing fic and I highly recommend it. (It's a torture fic involving Tony Stark and Peter Parker. Trust me, it's heartbreakingly amazing) It's on Wattpad, Fanfiction, and Archive of Our Own.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Betaed by Melpen00.

Day 2

Tony - The Cell

Tony woke to the sound of a gasp. Sitting up quickly, he looked around until he found the source of the noise. On his far right was Captain America, sitting against the wall and gasping. Even from the distance, he could see that Steve was shaking and sweating profusely. Stark slowly crawled over to him.

"Cap?" he said, still approaching. The Captain's eyes snapped to the inventor. The raw fear in his eyes seemed to subside as he realized who was speaking.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, lightly touching Steve's shoulder.

He gave a small hiss, causing Tony to snatch his hand back."

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"No, I'm fine, it-it's just still healing," the super soldier responded.

" You're shaking," Stark observed, trying not to let the worry sink in. Was he getting sick? Did they injure him worse than was realized? Was there internal bleeding? Was he developing a fever?

Steve slowly lifted his hand in front of his face. "It happens."

Realization dawned on Tony. A dream. Captain America had had a nightmare. He didn't judge him. He himself had them all the time. But he hadn't really expected it from Steve. He should have. He had witnessed the soldier's anxiety attacks, so what made him think the man was immune to dreams?

"Do you want to talk about it?" The sympathy in his own voice was a surprise.

Rogers shook his head. "I'm fine." Tony shot him a sceptical look.

"Really," Steve insisted, "go back to sleep."

Reluctantly, Tony crawled back into his corner. Within minutes, he was back asleep.

~A~

The Watch Room

He couldn't have been asleep for more than a few hours when the cell door swung open. He was tempted to ignore the guard, but then he was suddenly pulled to his feet. Not awake enough to know what was going on, he felt metal on his wrists and was forced to walk... somewhere. His brain still wasn't awake. He amazed himself, he truly did. His genius mind could snap to alertness in seconds, as it had when Cap had awoken him in the night, or it could take forty-five minutes for him to remember how to work a toaster. His brain had currently chosen to go with the latter.

As he was shoved into a room he felt the shackles come undone. He was able to gather enough self-awareness to realize this was the room he had started in yesterday. The... Watch Room. That was it, the Watch Room.

Great.

That meant...

He was forced into the same e metal chair he had previously occupied. Shaking his head to clear away the remaining sleep, he was relieved to see that Steve was not there. Maybe they were going to leave him alone. Let him heal. They had to know even a super soldier needed to sleep.

But, no. Only moments later the Star Spangled Man himself was shoved through the doors. Tony was relieved to see that most of his injuries seemed to be healing. The man's breathing was a bit steadier and he seemed to be able to put full pressure on his leg. That meant it wasn't broken. One small blessing.

Cap was forced into the chair before he had time to fight back. The soldier gave Tony a small smile before giving their captors his full attention. Then Mr Rubik's Cube himself walked in. Stark could see Steve stiffen slightly. That just made him hate the German more.

"Captain, Mr Stark," the man smiled. It was unnerving. Tony wondered if that was why he smiled so much, to unnerve him. "It's such a pleasure to see you again. Have you thought any more about my request?"

Tony feigned thoughtfulness, "Request, request, oh! You mean how you want me to give you a top-secret project that you will most certainly misuse? Nope, not one bit."

"I see," Rubrem's smile dropped into a fake frown. "Then I suppose we will have to convince you."

As if on cue, a guard entered the room holding a small, metal, stick-like device. This guy must have a thing for metal. Everything was metal. The guard then moved to stand behind Steve's chair. The super soldier showed no emotion whatsoever, but Stark knew better.

Mori walked over to Tony, holding the metal object in his face. "Do you recognize this?" The inventor squinted at the stick. It did look oddly familiar. Rubrem slowly began to roll it in his finger. That's when he saw it: the Stark Enterprises Logo. He knew exactly what this was, and it moved him well beyond terrified.

Their captor laughed. "I assume by your face that you remember it?" the ending was twisted into a mock question.

"No," Tony whispered. "No, you can't!"

"I think I will" Rubrem now moved to stand beside Steve. Hitting a button on the side of the device, he gave Stark one last look before plunging into the soldier's neck. Electricity lit up the stick as the Captain's body began to tremble.

"Stop!" the inventor called out. "You'll kill him!"

"Now you care, don't you?" Rubrem smiled ruefully, "Feeling guilty Tony? What about all those other people who died this way, were tortured this way? You didn't beg then! Tell me, Tony, how does it feel? How does it feel to know that you are completely responsible for this?"

Stark couldn't respond he just stared, mouth wide open. The device was pulled away from Steve and his body relaxed, lungs finally fully inflated with air.

"However, Hydra doesn't want him dead, not yet. Hydra needs the Captain around. Hydra needs him as insurance." Mori plunged the device back into Cap's neck. "I'm sure you know that he can take much more than the average human. After-all, Tony, you made it in mind for ordinary people, not super soldiers. Right, Tony?"

"You have to stop!" the inventor found his voice. "You're right. I made it so I know you need to stop! You'll kill him!"

After a few agonizing seconds, the man released the Captain from his electric prison. Tony breathed a sigh of relief. He could tell that Steve was barely holding on to consciousness, but at least he was alive. A few more minutes of that and the soldier would have been dead.

"Well Mr Stark, I believe it is time for you to have another meal." Rubrem addressed Tony, but the statement was pointed at Steve.

Stealing a quick glance, Tony could see the hint of confusion and maybe even a little hurt in those blue eyes. But Cap's stoic mask was quickly forced and Stark could literally see the change.

So that was the game. That's why they were forcing him to eat. Let him eat while Rogers starved. He should have realized sooner. He looked back over and Steve offered him a small smile and what could almost be identified as a nod.

Before Tony could say anything, he was being led back to the White Room.

~A~

The White Room

Today was fried chicken and rolls. Really though when did they decide that he needed to be more southern? They even had sweet tea waiting for him! But this time he knew better. Sitting silently, Stark stared at Mori, not moving to touch his food.

"I do advise you eat Mr Stark. Things could get quite... unpleasant, should you refuse." The German pulled out a pistol and began cleaning it. Wow, this guy was getting cliche. Was he trying to make him feel like he was in an old western movie? Or maybe that Bonanza show Steve liked so much.

Speaking of Steve, "I'm assuming Cap hasn't eaten since we got here." Tony crossed his arms.

"You're so observant Mr Stark." Rubrem put the gun back into the holster on his side.

"So we're back to 'Mr. Stark'? When did that happen? You seemed to have no problem calling me Tony in there," he nodded his head to the wall. He knew he was several doors away from the Watch Room, but he assumed Rubrem would get the gist. The man smiled another one of his evil smiles.

"That was for a special purpose, Mr Stark. Many things went on in the war that you have no clue about. The Captain most likely does. But that is beside the point, as you are the only one who can end this."

Without even realizing it, Tony had eaten through the two pieces of chicken on his plate. All that was left was the two rolls. Well, there went the refusing to eat plan.

"I already told you," Tony said, "you can't have Project P, It just isn't happening."

"Hmm," the German quietly murmured. He then turned around to tell one of the guards something. Tony took the opportunity to shove the two pieces of bread in his pocket. When Mori finally turned around, he let out an exasperated sigh

"Well then Mr Stark, I believe it's time for you to be going."

Tony was beginning to get ushered out the door when Rubrem suddenly stopped him. Tony felt fear when the man reached into his pocket, pulling out the bread he was saving for Steve.

Rubrem gave a fake sigh, "Naughty, naughty, naughty. Trying to sneak food out, that's very-"

"Naughty, I get it." This earned him a smack across the face from one of the guards.

Mori continued to shake his head. "But you see, there are consequences here. Call it cause and effect. Surely you know what I am speaking of."

"Yeah, sure whatever." It didn't matter. They couldn't do anything to punish him that made him feel worse than he already did. After all, he was letting Captain America starve while he ate a full meal.

"Yes, consequences. You must be punished for trying to steal food. Guards, please take Mr Stark to the Truth Room."

I know, I'm a terrible person. But, I just couldn't help myself. Trust me, more whump coming up.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and its length. (Still trying to find that magical chapter length. They seem to vary upon my mood.)

God bless,