"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KIDNAPPED ME TO FIGHT WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA AGAINST IRON MAN? NO WAY."
In which Alison Marnell deals with the casual life of a superhero while also trying to balance homework, tests, and the regular plights of high school...
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"The person who started all of this coming to apologize and now help out Captain America? Ironic."
Raft Prison, April 2016-
Alison was pissed. After who knows how long of being in the raft prison, or whatever this place was, she wasn't getting any better, and her spirits weren't any closer to being lifted. The mood of everyone in the prison was dismayed, Wanda being stuck in a straightjacket and everyone else stuck in drab clothing that identified them as criminals.
Everyone had been beat up by not only the fight that had happened hours before, and the fact that all of them were being isolated away from friends who had helped them during battle or the family that they had purposely or unwillingly left behind to fight beside Captain America.
Now all of them were paying the price.
It was late at night, or around that time from what Alison assumed due to the exhaustion creeping into her eyes and the multiple yawns that were coming from her every thirty seconds. "Anybody have a watch on them?" She asked, yawning again as she did so. "The time zones have got me all messed up."
No one was really in the mood for answering, Wanda not even speaking since they arrived at the prison. Clint and Sam were silent and not answering, but Scott, surprisingly, spoke up and talked to the teenager. "I don't know, I think everyone got their stuff confiscated when they got here. I got my watch taken away."
Alison sighed, letting her head thud back against the wall that linked her prison cell to Scott's. She was right in the center of all the prison cells, albeit half of them not occupied. Sam was to her left on the very end, with Clint being on the other side of Scott and Wanda being at the opposite end next to Clint.
"That's great." Ali muttered to herself, quietly looking around at the prison. Her eyes were scanning the people she was stuck with, her eyes eventually landing on Clint. Clint had talked a little to Wanda, Scott, and Sam, but not to Alison. Was it just newbie treatment? Or was it a teenager related thing? Or maybe it was guilt, but what for, Alison had no clue.
There was silence for a few minutes, the only noises being the silent and sharp whine of the air conditioning and the cameras picking up on what the five heroes (if Alison counted as one) were doing. Which was basically nothing.
"Hey, Alison." Scott called out, turning so that his face was in the general direction that he assumed the girl was in. "You seem a little.... more than upset." He struggled with the right words to describe the exasperation that lined the edge of her voice when she talked. "Mind telling me why?"
"Well, I was drunk and was technically kidnapped a little over 48 hours ago, I fought against Iron Man and some other people like Black Widow, and now I'm probably going to be murdered and grounded for life when my cousin finds out that I've been running around with the Avengers halfway across the world." Alison chuckled dryly, shaking her head.
