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Lyra's POV.
[Lyra's Outfit]
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As I lay on a hospital bed in a cell beside Wilson's, Lang's, Barton's and Maximoff's, I am.layong slightly on my left with the head of the bed elevated as an I.V. is in my left hand and an oxygen tube is under my nose and around my ears, and I slowlymove my right fingers despite the pain. I then hear a door open Nd close outside of the cells, and Stark comes into view as he stand sin the centre of our cells, and Barton begins to clap momentarily.
"The Futurist, gentlemen! The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether your like it or not." Barton speaks sarcastically as he crouches down beside his bed in a sitting position, and Stark walls up to him.
"Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they'll put you here. Come on." Stark says to him.
"Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony." Barton spits on the floor.
'Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for-" Stark tries to say, but Barton cuts him off as he stands up.
"-Criminals? Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for." Barton rests his hands on the glass and cells bars as he eyes Stark "Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda. But here we are." He tells him.
"Because you broke the law." Stark states.
"Yeah." Barton begins to walk away from him.
"I didn't make you." Stark says to him.
"La, la, la, la, la..." Barton ignores him.
"You read it, you broke it." Stark tells him.
"... La, la, la, la la…" Barton continues to ignore him as he sits down on a chair.
"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?" Stark asks him before he begisnto walk away.
