Fighting Raptor (Avengers Fanfiction) (Sequel)

-Fourteen-

Within hours we were all in cells in the Raft.

They'd bound both Pietro and Wanda in straight jackets and collars.

I now brandished a blackeye from punching one of the soldiers, who was holding the twins, in the face.

I hadn't seen Delta since we'd gotten here, she hadn't looked too good on the ride here.

We'd been here for a few hours when Tony walked in and got a look of the place.

I started clapping as I moved to sit on the floor.

"The futurist gentlemen! The futurist is here! He sees all!" It may sound mean, but I was pissed. I wanted to go back home and continue my vacation with the kids. Seeing two of them tied up like that just fueled my anger.

"He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not,".

Tony walked closer to my cell, "Give me a break Barton, I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on,".

I clenched my fist. "Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere Tony," I told him after I spit on the floor.

"Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean prison. This place is for maniacs. This place is for-"

I cut him off, "Criminals?" I stood up, "Criminals Tony,".

I leaned against the glass, "I think that's the word you're looking for, right? That didn't used to mean me, or Sam, or Wanda, or Pietro. But here we are,".

Pietro and Wanda were both curled up in corners of their cells. the two couldn't even see each other.

"Because you broke the law,".

I glared at him, "Yeah." I knew what I did was the right choice.

"I didn't make you, you read it, you broke it," he tried.

I decided to do the childish thing, "La, la, la, la, la, la,".

Tony kept going on, "Alright, 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?"

He had two of my kids in this hell hole. What did he expect?

I got up and moved back to the glass, "You gotta watch your back with this guy," I slammed my hands against the glass, "There's a chance he's gonna break it,".

Tony continued walking away, not even sparing me a glance.

"Hank Pym always said you never can trust a Stark," I heard Scott say as he tapped the glass.

Tony looked at Scott, "Who?" before he kept walking.

He stopped in front of Sam's cell, "How's Rhodes?" I heard Sam ask quietly.

"They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow, so fingers crossed,".

There was silence for a few moments, "What do you need? They feed you yet?" Tony asked,

I scoffed.

"Oh you're good cop now?" Sam asked, I couldn't see him from where our cells were positioned, but I could see the twins perfectly.

"I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went," Tony informed, so just don't tell Tony anything. Simple.

"Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me,".

I refrained from snorting.

"Well, I just knocked the A out of their AV, we got about thirty seconds before they realize it's not their equipment. Just look, because that, is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly I made a mistake Sam, I was wrong,".

I sat back down and leanded against my bed again.

Sam wouldn't fall for that, "That's a first," I could pick Sam's sarcasm out, he wouldn't go for it.

"Cap is definitely off the reservation, but he's going to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well, you don't have to-"

Sam cut him off, "Hey, it's all right," there was silence.

Sam don't you dare.

"Look, I'll tell you, but you have to go alone and as a friend,".

I groaned loudly.

"Easy."