Family is Power || lostshieldandhammer
Tony went with no back up, guards and high ranking members shutting down the large property while some waited the alloted time before following. They didnât argue when it came to Tony being in such a rage.Â
âDear Mr. Stark,
We do hope this message finds you well.Â
The words were burned into Tonyâs brain as he drove at a speed inhumanly possible to survive, but he didnât care. There was going to be blood, and lots of fire for the arrogance.Â
By now you will have noticed some very important assets to your operation are missing. Weâve got them, and they are alive, but for how long is up to you, Mr. Stark.
He clenched the wheel hard, hazel eyes refusing to look at the passenger seat where the two photos lay crumpled from his rage. He didnât need to think about what could have happened, his goal was the end of anyone who had dared to touch them.Â
The blonde has done well, protecting the little one. But his refusal to cooperate is becoming tiring. So weâre going to take back the throne of New York. You will come and give yourself to the mercy of the Stane family, and we will let you and your abomination of employess go.
The blonde. The little one. Employees. The remaining members of his now dead god fatherâs family refused to acknowledge their captives for what they were. Steve and Peter were not assets to the Stark operation. They were barely involved with any operation Tony was involved in. Steve was his husband and Peter was their son. The Stanes had made their final move against him and he was not going to show anymore mercy.Â
Weâll see you soon, Anthony.
Tony sped into the drive and parked, knowing that by this point, the firs wave of backup would be leaving. Not that he would need it. HE stepped from the car and slammed the door, moving towards the door and taking down the two men at the entrance, then kicking the door in and taking out more, vision tinted red as he fought and snapped bones on anyone who dared to come at him. As he made a trail of wounded and some dead bodies, he made his way through the house. When he found the eldest daughter, smiling wickedly as if her family had won, he snapped her arm and pressed a gun to her neck. âNow then, pretty thing. You are going to tell me where my husband and son are, or Iâm going to kill you and use your body as a trophy when I get them home.â His voice was a low growl, his grip bruising as he squeezed at the wrist wrapped behind her back. She led him to the room, and when they walked in, Tony fought the urge to throw her at her two brothers when he saw his family tied back to back on chairs, Peter gagged and unconscious, but Tony could see the streaks where his son had been crying. Steve was beaten badly, bruises on his husbandâs face and he frowned. âSteve, honey, are you alright?â he asked, knowing Steve would know he was asking if theyâd hurt Peter. They had sworn they would take anything - even death - if it kept Peter safe and unharmed.
@lostshieldandhammer [this got out of hand and Iâm sorry]