'If you want this back, you'll do whatever I say.' Brock threatening someone (Steve, Bruce, Tony) with Clint?
It was dark in the room when Tony opened the door. He frowned. He knew, when he had left the room minutes earlier to get some coffee he had left the light on. He switched on the small lamp over his workbench and looked around.
“FRIDAY?” he asked, but the AI kept quiet. “FRIDAY,” he said again, but stopped, when he saw something move in the back of his workshop.
“Clint?” he asked but someone started to chuckle.
“Clint’s not here,” a voice said. He had heard the voice before and stopped dead in his tracks.
The man moved forward and came into his view. He could see his burnt face and the smirk on his lips.
“Yeah, Stark, Rumlow,” he said and came closer. Tony looked for something he could use as weapon but Rumlow apparently saw it and shook his head. “Don’t,” he said.
“Why are you here? And how did you get in?” Tony snapped.
“It was my job, remember? And why am I here? Hmm… maybe because I have to offer you a deal,” he smiled.
Now it was Tony who snorted. “A deal? With you? You gotta be kidding?”
Rumlow didn’t answer, he reached in his pocket and when Tony stiffened he raised his other hand to show him that he had no weapon in it. Tony waited and Rumlow pulled out a flash drive. He gave it to Tony who looked at it, his brow raised. “You have to put it in your computer and look at it,” Rumlow said.
“Yeah, and you’ve spiked it with viruses and all that?” Tony asked. Rumlow shook his head and Tony put his mug down, went to one of the computers. When the screen flickered to life he clicked on the file he found on the flashdrive and saw a few videos there.
“Look at them,” Rumlow said. Tony frowned but clicked on the first one. And when he saw it, he had to sit down. It was gay hardcore fetish porn and he recognized the sub immediately. It was Clint. He wore a leather harness, was tied to a bench and two guys just spit roasted him, while a third one tortured his dick with a cattle prod.
“Ah, that’s my favorite one,” Rumlow giggled. “But you should look at the others, too,” he added.
“Where did you get them?” Tony asked and Rumlow sat down opposite of him.
“Oh, I know people. The one where he got fisted is hot as well,” he grinned.
“What do you want?” Tony wanted to know. He stopped the movie and the screen went black. Of course he knew, that Clint had made porn, Clint had told him, but he had never seen one. He didn’t want to see them. He had just thought that he had all of them deleted. Rumlow reached over and fetched the flash drive back.
“It’s the only copy. If you want this back, you’ll better do what I say,” he said with a grin.
“Why don’t I just shoot you and take it?” Tony asked. Rumlow shrugged and drew his gun.
“Maybe because I removed all your weapons while you were gone and disabled your AI so you can’t call your suits for help,” he said.
“Again,” Tony said and closed his eyes, “What do you want?”
“Oh, only the access codes for the new SHIELD HQ,” Rumlow smirked. Tony’s brows hit his hairline.
“You kidding, right?” He asked and Rumlow shook his head. But just when he opened his mouth again something hit his shoulder. He turned his head and stared disbelievingly at the tranquilizer dart. He tried to rise his gun but his hand refused to work.
“You know,” Tony said and rose, “when Fury disabled my AI that one time, I built in a failsafe. As soon as someone without authority meddles with my stuff, an alarm goes off.”
Clint came over to him when Tony leaned down and took the flash drive.
“He didn’t take into account that you’re a genius?” Clint looked at the unconscious man on the ground. Tony shook his head.
“No, apparently not,” he smiled. “Thanks for coming down to save me.” He gave the flash drive to Clint. “I guess this is yours.”
“Thanks,” Clint said earnestly . “You know that I love you?”
“I know,” Tony said and smiled at him.
Clint rolled his eyes. “Dork.”
“Love you, too.”