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Fic

100 words of heroes being unexpectedly enslaved by their friends

"What the—!?"

"This is for your own good," Tony said reasonably, if he could be called reasonable about anything, especially when there were half the Avengers tied up as a robot pricked them with…

"Chips," he explained. "See, we have to serve the greater good and the government demanded accountability and the other option was for them to lock all of you away, and I couldn't let that happen."

"Stark," more than one voice said it in unison, one livid, one firm.

"Aye, captain?" Tony aimed at the firm one.

"What do these chips do?"

"They're controllers."

For slaves.

100 words of kneeling

Skylight doesn't kneel to anyone, even metaphorically, that isn't Wolf or that Wolf didn't lend her into their hands for a little while. She doesn't bow, doesn't obey, just furrows her brows and pits her mind against this man standing over her, hand on his neck, chains on her limbs, thinking he can rule her.

She shrugs, a nothing gesture. Silver fluid rises up inside her, flows down over her arms. She hates her own ability to amputate, but she has no difficulty using it. When the fluid hits his hands, he curses and cries and draws back bloody stumps.