Thorax: Cavalry Drone

Friendship Matters

They threw Thorax in jail. Or it felt like a jail. It definitely wasn't a tent to relax in, or anything of the sort. Walls of thick brick kept them from feeling a breeze. There was a window, but it clearly only served to help him tell night from day. Thorax was never good at reading sundials. They did manage to count only a few days between them being locked away, and their current moment of thought.

The cell brick bored them- nothing but a faint beige. Thorax missed colors. They grew up around black and glowing greens, until they met Morgan. The world after became rainbows of colors- bright, pastel, neon. For four months, he got grays and dark beige and darker green. Even their own face lost color- their hair was black and not green or orange, and their eyes were that stupid blue instead of the much prefered purple. Maybe later, if there was a later, they could change back into more normal colors. That would help them.

The cell also had a cot, a toilet, and a single chair. They were grateful for the chair, actually. They liked the idea that they could sit, instead of doing this panicked pacing they'd settled into.

Thorax barely got time to slip Bucky the phone before the soldiers dragged them away. The idea of humans taking it away chilled them. They needed it to be safe, and trusted Bucky to do that. Until they let Thorax out, anyway. Sure they could transform into a fly again, fly through the window, get the phone back, and then just hide out until Morgan could get them, but that came with problems. 1) Thorax hadn't thought about that. 2) they wanted to know if the men they got out made it to this camp. The only way they'd find that out is if they stayed.

So, pacing in a small cell. Thorax very quickly learned they hated it. It was leagues better than HYDRA, they really shouldn't complain, but they found themself complaining anyway. Thorax got no space to move like they wanted, like they missed. Running and flying were their favorite activities, back in Equestria. They're a really good flier- came third in the Equestria Games flying relay! Morgan cheered them through it, and promised next time they'd kick pony ass and take first place. Thorax wanted that, really badly. Being cooped up drove them bonkers.

The humans were scared of them. The returned soldiers might not have said how they got out, that Thorax helped. Or maybe they did, and the top brass didn't believe it. Or maybe the voices of all the Captain America ones were telling a different story.

Thorax just wanted to go home. To hold their wife, and play with their kids. They wanted it more than winning first place. If they left- somehow, because they hadn't come up with an escape plan that didn't involve opening the door- they'd be on the run. Returning to Morgan only to put her in more danger. They'd be hunted as a HYDRA agent and accomplice to a HYDRA agent.

Wait.

Would they be a villain for Captain America, this world's version of Thorax's favorite superhero?

That's actually really cool. By the Queen, that's almost something great. If Steve couldn't kill them with one poorly timed kick to the head, Thorax would be all for it

The door to their tiny cell opened. Thorax stopped their pacing, jumping back. Two soldiers marched in. One slapped cuffs on Thorax, pushing them towards the door.

Thorax briefly wondered if they were being executed. That'd really piss Morgan off.

==TCD==

This was an interrogation room. For humans, anyway, Thorax learned what they looked like. Growing up, interrogation rooms weren't really rooms. They were pods of hardened green goop that kept ponies trapped so the changelings could drain them of love and information. Thorax used to help collect ponies for that. They didn't like doing it, or how ponies looked when Queen Chrysalis was done with them.