Day 9.
You know... there's a song to describe what was going through Tony's mind right now. He didn't want to play dirty. But love will make people do crazy things. He knew for certain that this would get Fury to give in.
Stark knew this was wrong, but it had to be done. He waited patiently for Peter to leave the house with his date, MJ. If the kid knew what he was planning, he would surely try to talk the man out of it. No. Sorry, but he had tried everything else. It was time to get violent.
A heavily armored Iron Man came crashing into the hellicarrier unannounced. Repulsor blasts firing into the ceiling at such speed, causing the employees to cower and duck. Security had tried to get the better of him, but Tony was smarter than that. He has dealt with S.H.I.E.L.D. countless times. He had made the necessary upgrades to make sure they weren't going to stop him early.
Another round of firearms went off, causing the agents to drop their weapons and surrender when they realized they couldn't take the Avenger down. One of them fired a distress alarm when another was spotted, alerting Fury. Good. Let him come.
The small voice in the back of his head nagged. Quentin wouldn't want him out here, risking his already not so good reputation. He'd surely regret it. But that was future Tony's problem. It will all be worth it.
"Nobody fucking move!" The Avenger shouted, keeping his rockets and repulsors aimed at all the hostages.
Some of the agents tried to calm the man down, offer him a deal, but they shut up real quick when bullets landed an inch from their feet. This wouldn't be over until either the Prison Realm was in his hands or Fury unsealed Quentin right in front of him. The employees pleaded, whimpered and cried. Iron Man was supposed to be a hero... why was he acting like a villain?
"Everyone was right about you." One had said, and boy did that hurt. But no. He'd deal with it later.
Maria was the one to get into contact with the Director. Entering his office and telling him the small information she had got. They knew Stark was desperate, but they never thought he'd snoop down to this level no matter what. It was depressing to see just how badly Mysterio had that man wrapped around his gloved thumb.
"Which room is he in?" The spy asked.
"Our distress call came from the main area. According to the witnesses, Iron Man had made quite a few upgrades to prevent our security from doing anything. He must have planned this overnight, which I think is a lot worse than him winging it."
"Did he hurt anyone?"
"No, thankfully it seems he has morals unlike our fishbowl friend. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is a bargaining situation. The hostages for the box."
"He's starting to get creative." Nick sighed, "Who knows what else he'll try when violence doesn't work."
"I know, it's concerning. What are we going to do?"
"Just follow my lead."
Tony remained in his suit. That haunted expression on his mask would appear in the victim's dreams. The raging fires that he had caused began to get bigger, but he didn't allow anyone to move from their positions. He obviously wasn't going to actually let anyone die. At least... if he doesn't have to. Thankfully, it seemed this will all end shortly, as the one he had been waiting on walked out of the elevator with a ding.
"Well, I had to see it to believe it." Nick scoffed.
"I'm done playing games, Fury. I'm not leaving until I get Quentin back. Neither is anybody else in this room."
The director looked around at the cowering and scared hostages. He had faith that Stark wouldn't actually do anything reckless. He was just trying to play the fear cards to scare him into giving over the Prison Realm. Well, it won't work. But sure, he'd play along.
"And what happens if you do, hm? Even if you did get him back, you'd be spending some years in a maximum security cell for this little stunt. Will it be worth it then?"
"Yes. He'd be out of your clutches and back at home where he belongs. Even if I don't get to see him, I'd still be thrilled."
"Do you hear yourself?" Nick asked, "Do you *see* yourself? Look around, Stark. You are holding not only agents, but employees and trainees hostage for a villain. A terrorist, even. Is that really what you want people to know you by?"
"I am fully aware of what I'm doing, Nick. It's a simple solution. Give me The Prison Realm, or unseal him right now."
"We should discuss this elsewhere. Be professional-"
"No," Tony immediately cut the man off, "We're going to talk about it right here, and we're going to stay right here until you give him back to me. Do I make myself fucking clear?"
"You should really think about this, Stark. A sad way to be remembered for something that won't work. I think you know that you're not getting the box no matter what you do. So, how about you stop wasting everybody's time, open a tinder and find yourself a new date."
"I am not leaving without Quentin." The Avenger growled. To show he was dead serious, more repuslors went off into the walls and floor, causing the hostages to scream out of fear. Dammit, he wasn't budging. This wasn't as easy as Fury thought it would be...
"Fine. But on one occasion."
"What?"
"You have to step out of your suit to come and get it."
Tony scoffed, lowering one of his arms as ten people were able to run out of the room. Whatever, he had plenty more. "Do you think I'm stupid, Fury?"
"How badly do you want him?"
Shit.
"...Quentin first."
"I'm changing my mind in ten seconds. Choose."
Tony was backed into a corner here. He knew that if he did that he'd be an easy target, no protection from the advanced technology onboard... but if there was a chance at freeing Quentin? Fuck... what should he do?
"Five, four, thre-"
"Okay. Fine." Stark grumbled, "I'm coming out, but, before I do, I'm only doing this if you take it out of your trench coat."
Fury rolled his eye before digging into his pocket and pulling out the palm shaped box. Tony hadn't been able to see it much, but he instantly noticed the small glow of green along the edges. Oh, Quentin~ The sides of the playboy's mouth slowly began to curve into a smile under his mask. There he was...
"Now you." Fury spoke with an annoyed tone.
Tony hesitated, staring the director down before eventually pressing the giant nightlight in his chest. The nanobots retreating off of him back to where they are stored. To the Avenger's surprise, Nick kept his word. The Prison Realm was tossed right into his hands. He had won.
"Happy?" The spy mumbled.
"Very." Tony glanced down at the box, the biggest smile appearing on his face. As crazy as it sounded, he could almost feel Quentin's warmth leaking out of it. "Won't be too long now, Q-Tip." The genius whispered out loud.
Alright, playtime was over.
Once all the employees cleared the room, it was safe to start getting things back under control.
"Can I give you advice?" Nick suddenly said.
"What." Tony growled.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." And before the playboy knew it, he was surrounded and lasso'd with shield's very own electrifying whips. His arms firmly stuck to his sides and his legs being forced to squeeze together with a small tug. It was hilarious to watch how fast the Avenger switched up from violent to a pleading child as Fury simply picked the box back up from the floor.
"Gotta thank you, Stark, this is some of the most excitement I've had onboard." Fury snickered while tossing the realm up and down before placing it back in his pocket.
It was almost poetic, Tony was caught the same way Quentin had been. Squeezed on all sides. The shouts of profanity were loud, but not as loud as the voice crack in his demand,
"GIVE HIM BACK!!"
"It was a good attempt. It really was. But I already told you. You're not getting him back. And I can promise you that. Maria, take our Avenger friend to his time-out room."
Well, it seemed Tony had some tricks up his own sleeve. In a split second, the room was filled with smoke and the lassos laid on the floor. Empty. Tony was gone, but it didn't matter. Because the Prison Realm was still here.