"Their abilities?" Steve asked as they made their way towards the elevator.
"He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation. The younger ones has a small do...
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Clapping filled the room from Clint's cell. "The futurist, gentlemen! The futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not." Tony sighed, approaching Clint's cell. "Give me a break, Barton. I have no idea they'll put you in here, come on."
"Yeah, well, you knew they'll put us somewhere, Tony." Clint snapped back. "Yeah. But, not some supermax floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for..."
"Criminals? Criminals, Tony." Clint got up from his bed. "I think that's the word you're looking for. Right? It ain't used to mean me, or Sam, or Wanda, or Nadia. But, here we are."
"Cause you broke the law," Stark replied. Nadia rolled her eyes, watching the camera above her. "Yeah." Clint shaking his eyes, shaking his head.
"I didn't make you."
"The law. The law." Clint repeated mockingly. "You read it, you broke it," Stark told him. "The law. The law. The law."
"Alright, you're all grown-ups. You got a wife and kids. I don't understand. Why didn't you think about them before you choose the wrong side?" Clint got up and pounded his hands on the glass. "You better watch your back on this guy. Chances are he's going to break it."
Scott leaned against his window, shaking his head. "Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark."
Stark looked at him in fake confusion. "Who are you?" Scott frowned. "Come on, man."
"How are you, kid?" Tony stopped in front of Nadia's cell, where she was sitting on the ground. She looked up at him, extending her arms out to show off her bracelets.
"As well as I can be." She muttered, putting her hands back down. "The only reason they put those on is so you wouldn't escape," Tony told her. Nadia shook her head.
"You don't get it. Maybe an hour before you came, they dragged me out of my cell to put more of these on. Then sent a shock wave through me. They're afraid of me."
Tony didn't reply. He paused, a sigh escaping his lips. "Have they fed you yet?" Nadia glanced up at him. "What, So you're the good guy now? Screw you, Tony. I'm supposed to be going to school. Not trapped here like an animal."
Tony sighed, "I'm sorry." He proceeded to walk over to Sam's cell. "How's Rhodes?" He asked, his back turned.
"We're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So... Fingers cross. What do you need? You okay?"
Sam turned. "You really trying to be a good cop?" Tony shook his head. "I'm just a guy who needs to know where Steve went."
"Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you would have to go Mark 'Terminal' on me to get information out of me." Nadia watched as Tony began to click something on his watch.
"Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'. We got about 30 seconds before they realized it's not their equipment."
"Just look. Because that is the fellow who is suppose to interrogate Barnes." Tony showed a picture of a dead man, Nadia had to squint to see. "Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong."
