Resilience | S. Rogers [3]

09 | THE TRUTH UNTOLD

Or  Family Downfall

HOURS LATER
The Raft, Atlantic Ocean

Rose knew it had been less than 8 hours since their capture, but her time perception had been disrupted ever since that collar was put on her. Her team had been imprisoned in The Raft, a prison literally underwater, impossible to escape. She hadn't been there a day and was already losing her mind.

She couldn't imagine what Wanda was feeling, the poor girl had been put on a straight jacket like a maniac. Rose could see Sam in the cell across her, at his left there was Scott and then Clint, Wanda...she was put on an isolated ward.

Rose had tried to think about Steve and Bucky, if they would find the man in Siberia, and although she knew the former two were okay, she couldn't feel anything else, every time she thought about the base the worst feeling of dread came to her, like the one she'd felt when Bucky was in custody. Her heart rate would rise as she panicked and she forced herself to think about something else.

She wanted to know what would happen in Siberia, but at the same, she didn't. That feeling she experienced whenever she tried tapping into her intuitive sense was enough to make her want to stay in this damn cell.

Her head was pounding, wanting to let go of all the constricted visions. But she didn't want Ross to know that that power was intact.

She heard the door to their cells open, that's all, she just heard. Then it closed.

Loud clapping was heard. "The Futurist, gentlemen!" Clint vociferated looking at the man turning around looking at the circular cellblock. "The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not."

Tony walked to Barton who was crouching down in his cell. "Give me a break, Barton." Rose recognised Tony's voice, though she already knew it was him, from her spot at the end of her cell. "I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on."

Clint spat. "Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony."

"Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. This place is for maniacs," the Stark explained. "This is a place for—"

"Criminals? Criminals, Tony," Clint stated grimly standing up and approaching the end of his cell. "Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't use to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda. Or Rose, at least not truly," and when it had been because she owned the title, it hadn't been in this century. "But here we are."

"Because you broke the law," Tony remarked.

"Yeah," Clint grumbled pissed.

"I didn't make you."

"La, la, la, la, la..." he sat back down.

"You read it, you broke it," Tony talked smartly. "You're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side?" At the mention of his family, Clint slammed his hands on the wall angrily.