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Obadiah Stane realized quickly that as long as Tony was around he would never get the spotlight or salary he felt he deserved. So, the most logical next step was a fairly simple one: get rid of him. The way to do it was a little less simple but, because of access he had, he was able to get it done without too much trouble especially since he had more than enough ways to get in contact with the right people. Hydra in specific. Sure it was risky and Tony might not make it out of this- let's say- alive but it would get Stane what he needed and would be a great benefit to the men he was making a deal with. There was a lot of hesitation at first, and a lot of… Threats made towards his life but he managed to convince the company- that's what he preferred to call them- that, just because they had bad experiences and it came to Stark's, he was completely different and would much rather help them out than fight against them. All he wanted from them was for them to leave his involvement out of it of, meaning once they had Tony, the two of them would never have to do business again. Not surprisingly, that last bit helped them make their decision. It wasn’t often they had someone offering to give them something amazing without asking for something in return.
And so, that was that. Obadiah Stane would be handing Tony Stark over to Hydra with nothing coming back to him besides the promise that Stark would be out of his hands and that there would be no evidence of this deal. All that needed to happen now was getting Tony to them, something that Stane already had everything in place for. It required some more convincing on Hydra’s end and some bribing on the Ten Rings end but after all of that, everything was ready to go.
Everything was going according to plan.
At least as far as Tony was concerned. He had nailed the whole selling of the Jericho missile- you know like he always nailed everything (and everyone). It was once he was in the RV- “Going in the Fun-V!” Tony had called out to Rhodey with a childish grin which earned an eye roll and a 'reluctant’ (Tony totally knew Rhodey was jealous and also loved his childish attitude) chuckle as the older male entered the RV he was meant to ride in - that things took a turn for the worst.
All of a sudden there were explosions and sounds of gunfire surrounding them. “Stay in the car!!" was the last thing the soldier who threw up the peace signs had said to him before leaving the car himself to do his best to defend them. Honestly Tony wished he had listened, if only to respect the man's last order, but no Tony needed to ‘ get out of here oh my God we’re getting shot at.’ For a moment, he thought he'd be okay once Rhodey and the other soldiers got there and he probably would’ve been if that damn missile hadn't landed right beside him after his idiot ass decided that any of this was a good idea. ‘ Oh shit oh shit-’ he mentally cursed as he did his best to get as far away from the blast as he could.
Obviously, that had failed.
Then came the whole capturing thing, hole in his chest, arc reactor, metal suit, and all. Only it didn't end with him getting found by Rhodey months later. No, no, after his whole blast outta Raza’s place, Tony was left in the middle of the desert, kind of just stuck waiting for things to get better- or worse. He really hoped that it would get better, but with his luck, it would only get worse. And it did.
The ground- ‘could you call it ground? Maybe just calling it sand was better…’ - started to shake under his, probably burned, feet. 'What the hell was happening now? Earthquake?- Do they have those in the desert?’ for a moment he also thought it could be explosions nearby which would have spelled a quicker end to his life, but no that would be dumb because ‘I can't see or hear them so it can't be bombs... What else- holyshitwhatisthatohmygod-’ No more than 100 feet ahead of him was this… Big ass jet looking thing that had just ‘ turned uninvisible oh my god how was it even invisible in the first place and why haven't I got the tech for that on literally everything yet?’ Tony fell and scrambled backward in shock as it landed, though, due to the fact that he was on sand, all that did was kind of bury him in place which was the opposite of helpful; yet he continued trying anyway because what else was he meant to do? Stop panicking and actually plan some course of action? Nahhhh. Burying himself in the sand sounded like a much better idea.
Seconds later a ramp lowered itself to the ground to allow a group of, what he assumed were, soldiers out of the jet thing. They were all dressed in black and had masks on so he could only assume they were either some kind of swat team- 'Unlikely’ his mind quickly supplied- or soldiers from some kind of army that he had never heard of or seen. The latter seemed to be the case, especially after they got close enough for him to see the badges on their shoulders. It was some weird skull thing with tentacles... ‘Skulltopus? Skuid ?’
“Tony Stark?”
“The one and only, sweetheart. You uh, here to save me or do you have some other things in mind because honestly, I think I’d rather- Oh okay! This is fine, yeah fine-” Halfway through his sentence, Tony had been yanked up to his feet by two men grabbing onto his arms and then promptly dragged to the jet thing they had come out of.
“Shut up.” One of the men growled without sparing a glance at the brunet. They obviously didn’t appreciate his classic Tony attitude. Or maybe they just needed another taste of it? “Shutting up is not one of my many talents, I’ll have you know.” Yeah no, hey just really didn’t like it- his smart comment earned him a hard jab to the gut with the butt of one of the soldiers’ guns. “Don’t worry. It’ll be one of the only talents you’ll have soon enough.” Tony could already tell that this was going to be a long trip, and he wasn’t really sure if he was going to like where he was going. Especially if he wasn’t going to make his comments the entire time. Or maybe that will be what helps him out of this? Not likely but hey, it’s worth a shot. Or not. Who knows.