sunset. [wanda maximoff] ✔

1.8

"The Futurist, gentlemen! The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether your like it or not!"

Clint's clapping rang out across the high security prison that the ex-superheroes has been sent straight to from the war-field. Tony flinched slightly at the noise, his emotions still running haywire from almost watching Scottie die only an hour before.

He had passed by Wanda's cell, where the enhanced teenager didn't even have the energy to look up at him. The girl was too busy lost in her thoughts about Scottie and everything that had happened over the past couple of days to bother to hear his pleas to track down Steve.

"Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they'll put you here. Come on," Tony reasoned, walking towards the cell that Clint was lying down in. The archer let out a slight snarl as he spat at Tony, angry at the situation he had been placed into.

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

"Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for..."

Tony didn't get to finish as Clint cut him off, standing up and moving closer to the bars that separated the former teammates.

"Criminals? Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda. But here we are!"

"Because you broke the law," Tony interrupted, not having the energy to listen to Clint whining like a child about serving a sentence when he had committed the crime. "I didn't make you."

"La, la, la, la, la..."

"You read it, you broke it. 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?"

Tony began to walk away as Clint slammed his hands angrily against the bars, his voice raising to a yell as Tony moved on to the next cell, a deep anger lit inside the man as he was reminded that he might not get to see his family again.

"You gotta watch your back with this guy. There's a chance he's gonna break it!"

Tony didn't pause as he walked by Scott Lang's cell, not even casting the man a second look.

"Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark."

"Who are you?"

He didn't stop to her the man's short whine about Tony not knowing who he was, for the billionaire had just set his eyes on the one person who would have the destination he needed to save Scottie's life.

"How's Rhodes?" Sam Wilson asked, genuine concern on his face as he noticed the sling that Tony's arm was resting in from their collision.

"They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So... fingers crossed." He pauses as he gave Sam a once over, his eyes showing a slight concern before he spoke again. "What do you need? They feed you yet?"

Sam raised his eyebrows, confused on as to when they became civil and not on opposite sides of a war that had cost them a lot.

"You the good cop now?"

Tony shook his head, a slight urgency beginning to seep into his tone as he moved closer to Sam's cell. "I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went."

"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."

Rolling his eyes, Tony clicked about on his Stark Industries watch for a split second before looking back to the ex-paraglider and showing him the display.