𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘦 [𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 1] 𝘠/𝘕 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬

-5-

I awoke after what felt like hours, tied to a chair. A group of men surrounded me, conversing in Arabic.

"ماذا سنفعل بهذه الفتاة؟ لدينا ستارك," 

one of them said to the man next to him. (Translation: "What are we going to do with this girl? We have Stark.")

"حسنًا، لقد حصلنا عليها بالفعل لذا من الأفضل أن نبقيها معنا. فهي ابنته بعد كل شيء. يمكننا استخدامها لابتزازه,"

the other man replied, discussing their plans. (Translation: "Well, we already have her, so we might as well keep her with us. She is his daughter after all. We can use her to blackmail him.")

Confusion gripped me as I struggled against the ropes digging into my skin. One of the men noticed my efforts and summoned someone who appeared to be their leader.

"Who are you?! Where am I?! Where's my dad?! What did you do to him?!" I bombarded them with questions, desperate for answers. The leader signalled to one of his men, who placed a hand over my mouth to silence me.

I tried to shake my head in every direction to free myself from the man's hand on my mouth, but my efforts proved useless.

After exhausting myself, the man finally said "Don't worry. You'll be able to see your dad soon," the bald man reassured

I also noticed that each of them was armed with guns, and they all kept a watchful eye on me.

"لن أكذب لكن ستارك قام بتربية فتاة جميلة المظهر,"
(Translation: "I won't lie to you, but Stark raised a beautiful-looking girl.")

One of the men told another. What a pervert. I gave him a disgusted look before turning my attention back to the bald man.

"What do you want?!" I spat at the man in front of me. "Weapons," he replied simply. "What weapons?" I inquired. "Your dad's weapons."

"Where is he?!" I demanded with anger in my eyes. "Somewhere. You can see him after we show him what he's facing..." the man responded before delivering a hard slap across my face.

I gasped in pain and shot a furious glare at the man. Without a second thought, I kicked him in the crotch, causing him to double over.

I then managed to get up with the chair still partially stuck to me. In a burst of strength, I broke the chair by swinging it at one of the men, gaining my freedom. Well, not entirely free.

I posed a fighting stance and expertly flipped one of the charging men over my shoulder. I threw punches at each man coming at me, not holding back.

However, I failed to notice one of them sneaking up behind me, and he grabbed me. I struggled to break free, but the bald man delivered a punch to my face, temporarily disorienting me.

"إنها بالتأكيد تعرف كيف تقاتل."
(Translation: she sure knows how to fight.)
One of the men groaned out as he struggled to get up. Blood began streaming down my nose from the previous punch. Shortly after, one of them injected something into me, and I lost consciousness.

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I regained consciousness, but my head was still spinning. Two men were holding my arms. I tried to make sense of what was going on, but my vision remained too blurry. I heard people talk. Soon, I was pushed onto the ground. "(Y/N)!!" A familiar voice called out to me. Dad? I couldn't do anything, but I felt someone point a gun at my head.

"سنقتلها إذا رفضت. لقد آذت بالفعل بعض رجالي ولن أتردد في الضغط على الزناد,"

The man holding the gun told my dad. "We will kill her if you refuse. She has already hurt some of my men, and I will not hesitate to pull the trigger," another man translated to my dad in English.

Shortly after, I found myself left in the room, with both my dad and the other man taken away. I wanted to go after them, but I was too weak to move. My head throbbed with pain, and my whole body ached. It seemed they might have beaten me while I was unconscious.

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I lay on the bed where Dad had been earlier, my body aching. I longed to go home, missing Mom, Happy, and Rhodey. Dad sat there, gazing at the fire in front of him.

"I'm sure they are looking for you two, but they will never find you in these mountains," the man I just learned was named Yinsen told my dad and me. Then he turned to my dad and continued, "Look, what you just saw, that is your legacy, Stark. Your life's work is in the hands of those murderers. Is that how you want to go out? Is this the last act of defiance of the great Tony Stark? Or are you going to do something about it?"

Suddenly, Dad cut him off. "Why should I do anything? They're going to kill me, you, my daughter, either way. And if they don't, I'll probably be dead in a week."

I couldn't bear to sit still. I got up, holding my stomach in pain. "What are you talking about? We aren't going to die because I know you are going to figure something out!" I told my dad as I walked and sat down next to him. 

Dad glanced at me from the corner of his eye, then shifted his gaze back to the fire. Yinsen spoke up, breaking the silence. "Well, then, this is a very important week for you, isn't it? Hm?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression before it dawned on me what he meant.

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