War Criminal

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{Two Days Later}

You are still at the Raft. You wonder if everything went well in Siberia. Maybe Tony ended up helping Steve and stopped the man from activating the Winter Soldiers? That'd be a win in your book, considering the circumstances.

You lean against the bars of the cell, speaking with Sam who is in the cell beside you. The two of you talk about basketball.

Sam: I know we missed the playoffs...again. But we'll make it next season.

You: You guys a literally wasting Anthony Davis's prime.

Sam: When's the last time the Knicks won anything?

You chuckle.

You: I'll laugh in your face the day AD requests a trade.

Sam laughs.

Sam: To where? The Knicks? The Lakers? Never going to happen.

You look over at Omid in the cell nearby. You feel it's going to be a long day, so you want to initiate as much conversation as possible.

You: How about you, Lang? You watch ball?

Omid: I do. I'm a Warriors fan. I'm not a bandwagon, I grew up in San Francisco.

You: Ah, the dreaded 3-1 lead blowers.

Omid shakes his head. He lost a $300 bet because of that two months ago.

Omid: I try to forget that.

In the corner of your eye, you notice one of the cameras in the holding area shut off. You pay no mind to it, but then suddenly the mechanical doors open. You expect it to be the guards again, but you smile at the sight ahead.

It's Steve Rogers in his Captain America gear. You notice he doesn't have his shield anymore.

Sam: I told y'all he wouldn't leave us behind.

Daryl: Well, ain't you a sight?

Steve: Sorry I didn't make it sooner.

You: We'll try not to hold it against you.

Steve goes over to the access panel and opens up the cell doors. You all get out, and Daryl goes over to Wanda's cell and gets her out of the straight jacket.

Wanda: Finally.

You all regroup in the middle of the room. There was smiles all around.

Omid: Shouldn't we be worried about the guards?

Steve: I took care of them. Barnes is back at the jet waiting for us.

Daryl stretches.

Daryl: This has been fun, but believe me when I say I'm officially retired now.

Steve chuckles.

Steve: Understood, Daryl. Go back home and take care of that brood of yours. You too, Lang.

You look over at Omid.

You: I'm sorry we pulled you into this mess.

Omid: Don't fret, it was an honor helping you out, Spider-Man.

Steve: Come on, let's get moving.

You all escape from the prison, Bucky waits in the Quinjet on the helipad and you all get in. He immediately flies away and activates stealth mode.

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