#my fingers hurt so bad from doing this all i had were scissors and pliers but i still ended up prying everything open 90% of the time

[amazingmsme]

Round and Round

AN: This is a little prequel to my other Spies Are Forever fic, where Curt mentions another time that Owen had “interrogated” him. It’s based before the show, so there’s no spoilers, just our spy guys goofing off and being teasy. Hope you enjoy!

Curt's eyes flew open, and he found himself in a small dark room. He reached up to rub his aching head, but found he couldn't move. His arms and legs were strapped to some sort of wheel on a wall. He tested his bonds to see if he could break free, but they held firm. He did notice a slight movement that made the wheel turn and inch to the left. He looked out over the room, taking in his surroundings. A single light hanging from the ceiling illuminated a long metal table in the middle of the room. Atop the table were various torture devices including but not limited to: a pair of pliers, hedge clippers, a chainsaw (he really hopes he can get out of this in one piece) and knives of varying sizes. He noticed a dark blob in a chair in the corner of the room and it began to shift once he looked at it.

The figure stood and slowly made their way to the table. The light cast long shadows, coating everything about them in mystery, even when they were directly underneath it. At least now Curt could tell it was a man standing before him. Something about him was familiar, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He wore a long black cape that swayed and billowed behind him with his every move and a top hat was tilted down to hide his features. He grabbed the edge of the cape and threw it behind him, making Curt roll his eyes at the overly dramatic entrance. 

"Well if it isn't the famous Curt Mega. Glad to see you're awake. You were out for quite some time." The man spoke in an over the top loud voice, and Curt wished he could cover his ears.

"I'm right here you don't have to yell," he deadpanned, and he could see the corner's of the other man's mouth turn downward.

"It's not yelling, I'm projecting."

"Well could you do it quieter? 'Cause I find it quite annoying," he said with a smirk. The man took a step closer and said in an even louder voice, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you had such sensitive ears. But no need to worry, if you're lucky you won't have them by the time I'm done with you." He walked over to the table, picking up the large sheers, opening and closing them as he walked towards Curt. He could see a bright smile gleaming from underneath the hat. "Now, who're you working for?"

"Oh just a small agency called kiss my ass." He didn't even flinch when the sheers came for his head and clipped off a large chunk of hair right behind his ear. "Thanks, I've been meaning to get a haircut. Not too much off the top though." He reached up and violently yanked his head up by the hair, cutting off a fist full. It was then that Curt got a good look at his face. His eyes met a familiar pair of brown ones, and that crooked jaw was unmistakable. Owen was so gonna pay for ruining his hair.

"I'm sure you're wondering what you're strapped to. It's a fun little contraption I think you'll like. Allow me to give it a whirl." He reached up and grabbed the top of the wheel and heaved down. The wheel began spinning and only increased in speed the more Owen forced it.

He then walked away leaving him to spin. He stood behind the table, watching Curt go round and round until coming to a stop.

"That was a fun little ride, are you also gonna give me a lollipop?"

"I'm afraid lollipops are only for agents who cooperate. But don't worry, I have something special in store for you." Apparently, the wheel was also controlled by a remote that Owen pulled out from his pocket, and Curt found himself spinning once more.

"What're you gonna do magic man? Make me dizzy?"

"That's not my intention, but will no doubt be a side effect of your torture." Curt was ready to reply, a smart quip on the tip of his tongue, when Owen threw the scissors at him and they whizzed by his head, embedding in the wood near his head. "How about we play a game. I like to call it "answer my questions or else I throw knives at you.""

"Not very catchy-"

"What were you doing snooping around here?" Owen asked, and Curt could hear him struggling to keep his English accent concealed.

"I was on my lunch break and thought I'd grab a bite to eat. But now I'm starting to think this isn't McDonald's." He saw Owen's shoulders shake with laughter before he stopped abruptly and hurled a large knife at him. It landed in the tight space between his underarm and ribs, leaving only two inches between the blade and his body on either side. He picked up another knife off the table, slowly sauntering towards him. His eyes followed Curt as he turned upside down, and he waited for him to turn right side up. He placed the sharp edge of the knife on his cheek, the blade scraping over the skin and giving him a close shave. Curt would be lying if he said the sensation didn't send chills down his spine, and the intense look on Owen's face did nothing to help either.

"Tell me Mega, just what exactly were you hoping to find?"

"A hundred dollars wouldn't be too bad, eh buddy?"

Owen slammed the knife into one of the spaces between Curt's fingers, and this time he jumped. It was a little too close for comfort, and Owen was really pushing his luck. He walked back to the table and grabbed the remote, turning up the speed.

He was starting to feel dizzy, the constant motion grating on his brain and straining his eyes. It was getting hard to focus. Owen chuckled, "How're we holding up? You need a bucket yet?"

"No, if I need to I can just puke on you." His partner really didn't like the sound of that because this time the knife embedded itself between his legs, mere centimeters from his crotch. Okay Owen was seriously going to get it when he finally got out of this.

"I do wish you would cooperate, it would make things so much easier."

"Well I'll have you know I'm not easy. It takes at least five dates to get me in bed."

"I'm going to ask you one more time: who are you working for and what are your intentions?"

"Well I can assure you my intentions are nothing but pure," he said with a wink. Owen rolled his eyes, scraping the blade against the metal table, creating a horrendous screech to fill the air. Curt flinched and let out a yelp at the sound, unable to protect his ears.

"Stop stop stop! Fuck I can't take it!" He conceded, unable to handle such an awful noise. Owen smirked, ready to listen to his friend. "How the hell did you know that I can't possibly stand the sound of metal scraping?"

"Personal history does have its benefits Mega," he said. He ripped off the cape and threw the knife, making sure the blade landed right next to his head for the big finale. He tossed the hat to the side and paused the motion of the spinning wheel, walking up to free his friend. The trapped agent glared daggers at him.

"Oh Curt don't look so hurt, it was all in good fun."

"You throw another knife that close to my balls again, and I will make sure to chop yours off."

Owen laughed, reaching up to spin the wheel so that he was upside down. He unlatched his left leg first, then his right. "I have no doubt about it, which is why I didn't miss. Trust me, if I wanted, I could've had all your fingers by now." Being upside down with his legs free left Curt in an awkward position as he struggled to keep them upright. Owen took note of this and decided to take a step back and just observe him. His stomach was starting to hurt from holding the position and he grit his teeth together as he seethed, "Owen you ass, hurry up and get me down!"

"Why? Are you feeling the burn old chap?" He teased, reaching up to pat his stomach. Curt swiftly brought his right knee down on top of his head, hard. Owen recoiled with a cry of pain and glared down at his face while he rubbed his head.

Curt gave him a fake smile and shrugged his shoulders as much as he could, "Guess I couldn't hold my legs up that long." Owen scoffed and spun him upright, freeing his wrists. He rubbed where the bonds were, enjoying the feeling of being able to move.

"So I don't suppose you were the one who knocked me out?" he asked, using the metal table to stretch out his legs. Owen promptly shook his head, "Oh no, I would never. I did find the bloke though. I fixed him up with a nice chloroform rag and some duct tape, so he shouldn't be going anywhere but to headquarters. Be lucky I found him before you woke up, 'cause I don't think he has as good an aim. Quite the shaky hand," he said, raising his own and making it tremble. 

"Oh yeah, remind me to thank you for literally shooting daggers at me."

"You're welcome. You got the test files?"

"Of course. All on this hard drive."

"Very good. Now not that I didn't have a blast, but I think we should call it a day, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, Cynthia's probably pissed that I'm not back by now. Although I have a good reason."

"Oh don't think I don't know that you enjoyed being my target; you were having just as much fun as me."

"I-" but his retort fell short on his tongue when Owen simply raised his eyebrow with a smirk. "Just you wait, I'll get you back."

"Of course you will love. That's the way this game works."