Wilder: An Altered Civil War

Chapter 13- Bryce Russell-Stark's POV

Bryce Russell-Stark's POV

"The Raft" Prison

Tony didn't even stop them when they put Bryce in handcuffs and pulled her away with the rest of Cap's group.

So much for "nothing has ever gone wrong with her in battle".

Bryce silently cursed him.

"We just need her help turning in Cap," Bryce sneered to herself. "He's a criminal,"

"Did Tony lie to you, too?"

Bryce turned in her cell at the sound of Clint's voice.

"Yep," she replied. 

"What'd he tell you?" Clint asked quietly.

"'He's a criminal," she replied mockingly. "How wrong he was. He didn't even do the research, then he tried to pit me against him- God, I'm sorry, but I am over being pitted against my friends just because some STUPID MAN THINKS HE KNOWS EVERYTHING!!" 

Bryce stopped, her chest heaving with anger. She was past triggered. She was infuriated.

"I'll know how that feels," Clint responded. "I went through that too,"

Bryce slowly remembered that Clint had also been controlled by Loki's scepter and felt a bit of comfort, knowing she wasn't alone.

"Do you still have them?" Clint asked softly. "The nightmares,"

Bryce laughed harshly. "Oh, every night," she replied, enraged into disdain. "Every night, another person slaughtered, another deed done, another action I cannot undo,"

She heard Clint shift around, and suddenly, a metal clang echoed through the hall. 

The last man Bryce ever wanted to see in her life walked in, one of his arms in a sling and cast.

He headed down the steps into the ring of cells, looking around.

He walked into the middle of the room just as Clint started slow clapping. 

"Futurist, gentlemen!" he announced deridingly. "The futurist is here! He sees all!"

Tony turned, approaching Clint's cell.

"He knows what's best for you," Clint added. "Whether you like it or not,"

"Give me a break, Barton," Tony said, "I had no idea they'd put you here,"

"Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony," Clint grumbled. "And you know your kid? She's pissed about it. We all are,"

"Yeah, but I didn't think they'd put you in some supermax floating ocean pokey, you know, Swiss Romania Axis is a place for-" Tony trailed off.

"Criminals?" Clint approached the glass of his cell. "Criminals, Tony. I believe that's the word you're looking for... right?"

Tony said nothing in response.

"It didn't use to mean me," Clint said. "Or Sam, or Wanda, or Bryce... yet here we are,"

"'Cause you broke the law," Tony said as Clint paced away from the glass. "I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it."

Clint hummed to himself, sitting against the wall with his back to Tony.

"You're all grown up, you've got a wife and kids... I don't understand why you didn't think about them before you chose the wrong side,"

Tony began to walk away as Clint stood back up, slamming his hands against the glass, chuckling cruelly.

"Did you?!" he sneered.

Tony froze.

"Yeah," Clint jeered. "She's right across from me, in that cell over there. How much do you think she wants to talk to you right now?"

Tony was silent. Bryce could tell he was watching her out of his peripheral vision.

"I don't," she said roughly. "I wouldn't talk to him now if it would save my life,"

Tony turned, facing her. "I came to take you into house arrest,"

Bryce raised her eyebrows, laughing maniacally and harshly at him. "After you revive my dead parents. Throw in the people I slaughtered back in 2012, too,"

Tony spun back around, glaring at Clint. "You said something to her,"

"No," Bryce sneered, "You did,"

"I don't like that tone you're using, young lady," Tony told her sternly.

"Do you, now?!" she mocked in a baby voice. She stood, approaching the glass of the cell. "Perhaps you'll like it better after I've died here?!"

"You aren't staying here, you're coming home with me, and that's final," Tony said, raising his voice.

"MAKE ME!" she shouted at him, punching the glass. "I'D RATHER ROT HERE! ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANTED, STARK?!"

"I never wanted you in jail, you put yourself here!" he shouted at her. "You betrayed me!"

"And you betrayed the Avengers," Bryce replied quietly, sliding back from the glass and plopping down on the ground, planting herself there.

Tony stared at her, jaw dropped. He pulled out a keycard and swiped the door to her cell, causing the door to click.

"Look, kid," he said steadily, "I don't know what part of this triggered you, but you need to take a deep breath. I still don't have custody over you yet, I'm just taking you to Pepper. How does that sound?"

Bryce locked eyes with Wanda.

"As long as they're still here, I'm not leaving," she declared. 

Tony let out a sharp breath and reached into his pocket again. 

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this," he sighed, then swung open the door. 

"I'm not leaving and you can't make me," Bryce stated defensively as he approached her. 

"You're coming with me, Bryce," he condemned, grabbing her arm unceremoniously. Bryce felt something close around her wrist. A handcuff.

"NO!" she shouted, trying to pull away from him, but he locked her other arm into the handcuffs. 

"Bryce, just go," Clint said from his cell.

Bryce looked up, confused. "What?"

"Just go," Clint told her as Tony hauled her to her feet.

"But you-" Bryce argued.

"Don't worry about us," he said. "You have the chance to get out of this hole. I'm ordering you to take it,"

Bryce looked from him to Wanda, to Sam, to Scott Lang. They all nodded at her. 

She hung her head as Tony lead her towards the door.

"Wait here," he instructed. 

He headed for Sam's cell, spoke with him for about a minute, then came back and led her out to his helicopter. 

He removed the handcuffs once they were flying through the pouring rain.

"I'm going to go help Rogers," he declared. "This chopper will take you right to the tower. Pepper says she's gone but she'll be back soon. Don't do anything stupid,"

With that, he leaned back in his seat, his Iron Man suit clinging to his body, and shot out the back of the chopper.