Jail.

A place where idealism sits and waits. A place where chivalry falls on its sword. A place where innocence dies screaming.

Thankfully, we weren't in a regular facility. Ever since the battle of New York, mutants participating more in society, and other beings becoming more noticed, the United States government started building a jail specially suited for people like us. The only bright side was the place was fairly new, so there would be a lot of loopholes to the security. After all, we were the first prisoners here. The jail was our own personal service of solitude, which I'm sure everyone hated. If it were any other situation, we probably wouldn't mind it.

The rooms were fair in size. Yellow walls, gray floor tiles, and there had to be some tough material behind the wallpaper. It had to be strong enough to hold in someone as incredible as the Hulk. There weren't any windows in the room, just a heavy door with a hole underneath big enough for a tray of food to slide under. The only furniture in the room was a bed and a toilet.

Natasha stared at the camera, tilting her head and smiling mischievously. Steve rested in his bed, still recovering from being shot. Tony tried taking the camera apart, his hands fidgeting with the wiring. The camera view from the control room showed up his left nostril and blurred out when he got closer. Bruce yanked at his hair, screaming out loud and tried to contain the Hulk. His hands turned into a light shade of green and he slammed them against the wall. Clint slept soundly on his bed, sprawled out in the most comfortable position. Peter stood on the ceiling and tapped his bare foot against it. Something on his mind bothered him, so he walked from the ceiling, to the wall, to the floor, and back up to the ceiling again. He paced in a giant circle for a while and wouldn't settle down.

I scratched at the band on my ankle. The metal anklet kept me from using my powers. I was powerless. I knew my powers could be stopped, but I didn't think government technology would be one of them. They must have had mutant volunteers to help perfect it. Whatever was in Loki's scepter also rendered my powers useless. The band shocked me and I glared at the camera in the corner of my room. I only knew it was there because I paced the room one day and found it. The agents took my glasses away from me, for they thought I would craft a weapon from it. Well, they weren't wrong. I would have. Being nearsighted was a setback in this situation. Anyone that came into the room, I couldn't see their faces unless they came a few steps closer.

Some agents said we'd have a lawyer coming. At that point, I think it was just for the public's sake to hear. There is no trial. We're just here. Otherwise, some hot shot lawyer would have stepped up to the plate.

I wasn't sure if Natasha had a plan yet. We never got to see each other and I had no clue what room she was in. We're just in our rooms at all hours of the day. The government knew we'd fight back if we weren't. They were smart.

But we're smarter.

A tapping sound came from the wall next to me.

".-- .... --- .----. ... / .. -. / - .... .. ... / .-. --- --- -- ..--.." Who's in this room?

Finally. Some type of communication. Morse code, my old friend. Where have you been? Guess the walls were thin enough for us to communicate. The guards outside hadn't said anything yet. I don't really think anyone is watching the cameras either. Maybe this place's security was worse than we thought. I got close to the wall and tapped my finger against it. ".-.. .. .-.. .-.. -.-- .-.-.- / .-- .... --- .----. ... / - .... .. ... ..--.." Lilly. Who's this?

"-. .- - .- ... .... .-" Natasha.

Nat! Thank God! Days without communication...I thought I was going to go insane. I leaned against the wall while sitting on my bed to act like I was just being bored. ".... .- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- / - .- .-.. -.- . -.. / - --- / .- -. -.-- --- -. . / . .-.. ... . ..--.. / .- .-. . / - .... . -.-- / --- -.- .- -.-- ..--.." Have you talked to anyone else? Are they okay?

Peter is doing okay. He also said that Steve is recovering a lot faster than he had thought. Clint still cracks jokes whenever we talk. Who knows about Tony. And Bruce...he is having a rough time. Natasha became silent for a moment.

I could hear a faint screaming, most likely coming from Bruce. Shivers ran down my spine. Keeping the Hulk at bay must have had serious effects on him. I sighed and responded. How are we going to get out of here?

They have to let us out into sunlight or something, right? She stopped and thought for a moment. Even if they don't, I still have a plan. No problem.

I imagined her shrugging at her own words. Sometimes, she was too kick ass for her own good. I admired that. ".- -. -.-- - .. -- . / -.-- --- ..- .----. .-. . / .-. . .- -.. -.--" Anytime you're ready.

Natasha scratched at the wall with her fingernails until she found what words to say. No. I'll wait until tomorrow. I don't want the Hulk to start ruining our escape plan.

He'd probably help our escape plan because he'd break stuff. I thought to myself. Even though I didn't want the Hulk to cause trouble, trouble is what we needed right now.

Natasha replied. Goodnight, Lilly.

My finger hit the wall softly. "--. --- --- -.. -. .. --. .... -" Goodnight.

I put my hands together in my lap and ran my fingers against my skin. The marks from the accident weren't there anymore, but I could still feel it. The numbness. The feeling was hard to shake off. I don't know how he thought pushing me off of a building was logical, but I understand it was to protect me. Having the fear of falling didn't quite help, though. I had to face my fear head on, literally. It was the most terrifying thing I've ever been forced to do. I was helpless. I couldn't control anything. Hope seemed to be lost.

And then my powers saved me. My powers seemed to protect me when I can't do it on my own, which was rare. I was still trying to figure out how to use the shield my powers used a long time ago, but fail every time. I was at least thankful for my powers. Thankful for all of my family and friends.

The sad thing was I didn't really appreciate everything I had until it was gone. I was cut off from talking to my family. My friends were trapped in separate rooms in jail. My powers stopped working because of the stupid anklet. All I had right now was myself. I think that finally being alone in isolation was something to be feared instead of wanted. I haven't felt useless or unneeded until now.

My thoughts rambled on now. Topics intermingled, combining into one big, jumbled mess. My eye twitched for a second and I dropped all of my thoughts to make room for more. I remembered Chicago. The possibilities and questions I had were endless.

If we survived, did Thor? Did Loki, or even Red Skull? If they did, they could run havoc anywhere. And we'd be stuck here in these cells. Trapped. Like the wild animals the public thought we were. Red Skull wouldn't be a problem. From what it looked like, he was fleeing the scene. For a coward in charge of a whole agency who wanted to control people, running away seemed pretty pathetic. Loki on the other hand, he would want to finish what he started. That guy had some serious problems, even if he did love his family. He could get a whole army with just his charms, and that was the scary part.

And if Thor survived, why hadn't he come back? Surely, he'd be worried about us.

Right?