08|| the futurist is here!

"The person who started all of this coming to apologize and now help out Captain America? Ironic."

Raft Prison, April 2016-

Alison was pissed. After who knows how long of being in the raft prison, or whatever this place was, she wasn't getting any better, and her spirits weren't any closer to being lifted. The mood of everyone in the prison was dismayed, Wanda being stuck in a straightjacket and everyone else stuck in drab clothing that identified them as criminals.

Everyone had been beat up by not only the fight that had happened hours before, and the fact that all of them were being isolated away from friends who had helped them during battle or the family that they had purposely or unwillingly left behind to fight beside Captain America.

Now all of them were paying the price.

It was late at night, or around that time from what Alison assumed due to the exhaustion creeping into her eyes and the multiple yawns that were coming from her every thirty seconds. "Anybody have a watch on them?" She asked, yawning again as she did so. "The time zones have got me all messed up."

No one was really in the mood for answering, Wanda not even speaking since they arrived at the prison. Clint and Sam were silent and not answering, but Scott, surprisingly, spoke up and talked to the teenager. "I don't know, I think everyone got their stuff confiscated when they got here. I got my watch taken away."

Alison sighed, letting her head thud back against the wall that linked her prison cell to Scott's. She was right in the center of all the prison cells, albeit half of them not occupied. Sam was to her left on the very end, with Clint being on the other side of Scott and Wanda being at the opposite end next to Clint.

"That's great." Ali muttered to herself, quietly looking around at the prison. Her eyes were scanning the people she was stuck with, her eyes eventually landing on Clint. Clint had talked a little to Wanda, Scott, and Sam, but not to Alison. Was it just newbie treatment? Or was it a teenager related thing? Or maybe it was guilt, but what for, Alison had no clue.

There was silence for a few minutes, the only noises being the silent and sharp whine of the air conditioning and the cameras picking up on what the five heroes (if Alison counted as one) were doing. Which was basically nothing.

"Hey, Alison." Scott called out, turning so that his face was in the general direction that he assumed the girl was in. "You seem a little.... more than upset." He struggled with the right words to describe the exasperation that lined the edge of her voice when she talked. "Mind telling me why?"

"Well, I was drunk and was technically kidnapped a little over 48 hours ago, I fought against Iron Man and some other people like Black Widow, and now I'm probably going to be murdered and grounded for life when my cousin finds out that I've been running around with the Avengers halfway across the world." Alison chuckled dryly, shaking her head.

"Grounded for life?" Scott laughed, cracking a smile that would not normally be on the man's face while in prison. "I mean, this is my second time in prison. If it helps to reassure you, the experience is way better here than where I was before. Although there's no food yet, and normally that's the deciding factor."

Alison gave a small and genuine smile back at Scott, although the man couldn't see her smile. Yawning again, Ali's eyes began to slowly close, her mind begging her for sleep, rest, and somewhat peaceful slumber. "Hey Scott, I'm going to sleep. I can only run so long without caffeine."

Scott, understanding the exhaustion that was creeping into his own eyes, responded with a nod. The man had to admit, he needed some caffeine of his own. "Have a good sleep, kiddo, and make sure you don't sleep on the beds unless you have to. They're as hard as rocks."

Alison was out before she even heard Scott finish talking, letting her eyes slide shut and her head rest softly at an angle by her shoulder and the wall. She was asleep for what seemed like a matter of seconds before she woke up to the sound of the prison door sliding open.

Opening her eyes, her mind still groggy, Alison could have sworn she made out the shape of another person in the prison area. Her eyes weren't deceiving her, the person revealing themselves to be Tony Stark in the bright light of the prison area.

There was a slow clap echoing through the halls, one that Alison knew could only be coming from Clint. The claps continued, getting louder and faster with every one. "The futurist gentlemen!" The man exclaimed, irritation and sarcasm bleeding in his voice with every word. "The futurist is here! He sees all, he knows what's best fro your, whether you like it or not."

The annoyed and coy remarks from the ex- Avenger caught Stark's attention , his head whipping to see Clint sitting on the edge of his bed, crouched over in what was almost a squat. The man started to walk towards his former teammate, taking his time as he stepped forward. "Give me a break Barton, I had no idea they'd put you here, come on." Tony sighed, his feet scaling the few steps that the prison cell was elevated on.

"Yeah well, you knew that they'd put us somewhere, Tony." Clint spat on the ground, half in disgust and half in mockery at Tony. His eyes met Tony's, his stare looking straight into Tony's eyes with disappointment and shame.

"Yeah, but not some super max floating ocean pokey." Tony tried to describe the prison in a way that would try to make Clint better, gesturing around at the place with his one free hand. "You know, this place is for maniacs, this place is for-"

"Criminals?" Clint offered up the word, interrupting Tony's sentence and finding the proper word with no haste. "Criminals, Tony." The man stood up from his position, walking over to the edge of his cell, his hands resting at the top of the cell wall. "I think that's the word you're looking for. Right? Now that didn't used to mean me. Or Sam or Wanda, but here we are."

"Because you broke the law." Tony protested, his face one of warning and lecturing. As Tony was speaking, Clint was blocking him out, muttering "la" over and over again, sitting back down on his bed. "I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it. Alright? You're all grown up, you have a wife and kids.. I don't understand, why didn't you think of them before you chose the wrong side?" He asked, walking away from Clint's cell.

Clint, clearly upset with Tony bringing up his family, sprung right up out of his sitting position and paced around his cell for a minute. "You better watch your back with this guy." He hollered, slamming his hands against the glass. "Chances are he's gonna break it!"

Tony, a sneer of disgust painted on his face, almost turned back to yell at Clint, but continued walking forward and past Scott. "Hank Pym always said you can never trust a Stark." Scott scoffed, leaning at the edge of the prison cell window like Clint.

"Who are you?" Tony asked, continuing walk past Lang's cell. Scott answered his question with a small sigh, dropping his hands with an exasperated, "Come on man!" Tony continued to walk until he made it to Alison's cell.

Giving the girl a thorough look, Tony shook his head with a snarky sigh. "And here I thought that you would have escaped with good old Captain America to wherever he and his one armed friend ran off to."

"Yeah, well, when you don't want to get grounded for life, you end up in a super prison." Alison fired back, the remark and excuse kind of weak and haphazard compared to her normal witty response. As Tony came further into the light, Alison saw that his bruise that she had seen on his face during the airport battle had developed into a deeper purple, and there was a sling around his left arm.

"Is that how you'd describe the best solution out of being grounded? I would assume going to wherever the other two went would be a better way to get out of grounding instead of being an international criminal." Tony shrugged, his eyes scanning the people around the teenager.

Alison wasn't sure of what else to say to the man other than a quick witted response, so she just offered him a shrug. Yawning again, Alison stayed in her spot, sitting against the wall. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to speak anymore.

Tony, realizing that he wouldn't be getting anymore answers out of the fifteen year old, sighed. "I'll let you get your beauty sleep then, Miss Marnell. Just be weary that your cousin has already gotten a heads up to what shenanigans you've been up to in the past three days. And if she doesn't kill you for it, I'm sure that someone else in your family will."

Before Ali could even fully react or process what the billionaire had said and ask him more questions, the man had walked past her cell and towards Sam's. "How's Rhodes?" Sam asked, his voice echoing through each of the cells.

"They're flying him to Colombia Medical tomorrow, so, fingers crossed." Tony looked into Sam's cell, seeing the man's back faced towards the front of the cell, Sam's head shaking in what almost seemed like sadness. "What do you need?" Tony asked, glancing around the prison once again. "They feed you?"

"So you're the good cop now?" Sam turned around, a small look of amusement forming on his face. His arms were crossed in an uptight position, and a bruise was placed from the fight right under his left eye.

"I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went." Tony shook his head, his stare looking rather serious as he asked the question of where his former teammate went.

"Well, you better go get a bad cop." Sam challenged, his arms relaxing from his position as he walked towards the glass boundary of the opening of the cell. "Cause you're going to have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me."

Tony tapped his wrist watch, doing some sort of action that include spreading out the small digital face of the wristwatch. "Well, I just knocked the A out of their AV. We got about thirty seconds before they realize that it's not their equipment. Just look." Tony expanded screen, a holographic picture popping up of the man who was murdered by Zemo.

"Because that is the fellow that was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly I made a mistake." Tony paused, letting the information soak into Sam's brain for a moment before speaking again. "Sam, I was wrong."

"That's a first." Sam remarked with shock, his eyes floating from the screen that still displayed the dead interrogator and Tony's expression, trying to see if what Tony was saying was truly genuine.

"Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get." Tony stated, admitting that he was there to try and make amends with his former teammates and the others who fought against him. "We don't know each other very well, you don't have to.."

"Hey, it's alright." Sam reassured, dismissing what seemed to be Tony Stark kissing his ass with a turn of his head to the side. Both men stared at each other for what seemed like a minute, adjusting their stances so they could hear each other better. "Look, I'll tell you.." Sam started, looking at the cameras a moment before continuing, "But you have to go alone, and as a friend."

The final words of the location of Steve Rogers were spoken in seconds, and before Alison could fully understand and comprehend what had just gone down, Tony Stark was out of the prison and on his way to where Captain America was.

Siberia.

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wooohoooo

this was a semi okay chapter before I fixed it up, so yay.

next chapter that I redo will be edited HEAVILY, as I changed a lot of what happened in the prison in this chapter.

so just keep that in mind when you read the next chapter if you are a new reader. Alison isn't really gonna be attacked.

okay I think that's all, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next rewrite or the next new chapter !

bye

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