Tony Stark was a persistent man who did not know when to stop asking questions. He could not take a hint after half an hour of complete silence on Williams side.

Also, William was starting to wonder if he would ever get a shirt or was he supposed to sit there half-naked for the rest of the night. Or until he would get rid of these weird handcuffs.

"You know, I'm rather familiar with people who tend to turn into enormous raging green monsters so whatever it is you are hiding, I want to know. Also, can we just be civil here so you can stop your glowering, it makes you look old."

William wasn't glowering but whatever.

"You're not much of a talker are you? Look, I really want you out of my house, probably even more than you want to get out but I can't risk harming my family. So give me one good reason why should I let you walk away."

Because William could not remember the last time he had made a friend, or the last time he had taken a deep breath of fresh air knowing there was no one chasing him. He could not remember the last time he had slept peacefully without nightmares strangling him or vivid pictures bringing forth painfully old forgotten memories that reeked of gunpowder, moss and iron. Why should Tony Stark let William walk away?

Because William hadn't been a free man for a long time.

He needed to do something that would avenge years of torture, do something to prevent going insane and letting the past suffocate him.

William had no good answer, so he went with the easiest one.

"Because you have no reason to keep me here. I mean no harm to anyone, I was just walking."

Stark's intentions were still pretty unclear, but William hoped if he came off emotional - which was a bit of a struggle - he would, perhaps, feel compassionate and release him. Maybe he should have been more dramatic, not so emotionless. Tony Stark seemed like a man who ran high on emotions.

"Walking with a bullet hole and three-legged dog."

"She's a good dog." he cleared his throat, he wasn't used to talking so much.

"Yeah, lights are on but no one's home."

He heard the sound of his child giggling outside, running by the ajar window, the sound of animals running after her made William glance outside. He blinked twice, realizing it was llamas that ran outside with the girl.

Where the hell was he.

"What's your dog's name?"

"Dog." a snort made his eyes snap back on Tony, who slid down the couch, rolling his eyes as if it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.

"You can't name your dog Dog, that's not how it works" William didn't answer, what was he supposed to say? I named my dog Dog because I couldn't, for the life of me, recall any dog names?

"Soldiers." Tony murmured under his breath, standing up as he strolled over to the kitchen area where he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"FRIDAY, turn the handcuffs off and shoot him if he threatens Morgan or the llamas. You drink coffee, Spy?"

The cuffs around Will's hands suddenly loosened, he caught them before they fell on the ground. Looking up startled, he slowly slid off the bed. Before his bare feet could even touch the ground, the bed started moving into the wall. Within a second, there was just a wooden floor, red carpet and TV hanging on the wall. The stitches ached, but he barely felt them. Even the blisters under his feet were nearly gone.

"No." he answered, not daring to move just yet as he looked around suspiciously. How had he done that?

"What's wrong with you?" He looked over to Tony, confused by his question, "Nothing."

"Your folks never taught you Sarcasm, did they. How old are you anyway? And this-" Tony pointed at the stitches "- doesn't hurt? Not feeling faint?"

He shook his head, making Tony nod and shrug his shoulders as if to say of course, totally okay, normal stuff.

William didn't even know what year it was, nor the year he was born. He didn't even know what he looked like, he frowned at that. When was the last time he had looked into a mirror?

"Well?" The man asked impatiently, leaning against a kitchen counter as he nursed his cup of coffee, looking at William with those dark, curious eyes. "25" Good, solid number. Tony snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Go take a shower, you stink. FRIDAY will show you the way. But remember, if you as much as take a wrong step, you're gonna end up in the Raft, capiche Spy?" He tensed as he heard a whirring sound coming from the kitchen. Tony didn't even seem to notice.

William didn't know much about modern society or technology, but he realised that he knew exactly what the Raft was, he even knew the whole layout of the underwater prison. He nodded stiffly as if he had received a command from an Officer.

"John."

In a flash, every warning about being blown up forgotten, William grabbed the nearest chair, broke the leg of the chair in half and raised it over his head in a fighting stance. His eyes were dancing across the room, trying to figure out where the noise had come from.

A high pitched tone brought his focus back to Tony who had a large, metallic glove on. It was shiny red, a bright light glimmering from the palm. A palm that was facing him, an uneasy feeling settled under his heart. Some cogs or circles seemed to be whirring from the light source, whatever it was, it made Williams blood hum again. Danger, danger, danger...

"No, Spy. Put that down." He said, scolding William for his abrupt behaviour. He sighed as Will refused to lower his weapon, still glaring at the red, shining glove on Tony's hand.

"That's FRIDAY, my Artificial Intelligence. She's everywhere, so you better play nice, Spy."

"I apologise for startling you, I was just going to lead you to your room, Sir." the pleasant female voice said again, making William's eyes flash with uncertainty as he looked back at Tony suspiciously. The man kept aiming the glowing glove all the while still holding a cup of coffee in his other hand.

"The chair."

He was still casually leaning against a marble kitchen counter, frowning at Will in disappointment. Tony nodded in satisfaction as he slowly lowered the broken chair leg, still somewhat uneasy and ready to bounce at whatever it was.

"Good, we don't break stuff here either, okay? No attacking, no breaking my stuff, no glowering." he scolded, slowly lowering his own hand. William looked at the glove, startled as it started folding in on itself, turning into a wristwatch.

Noticing his gobsmacked gaze, Tony smirked smugly. "Cool, right? Special edition, call it Ironman."

He nearly coughed, Ironman, sounded somewhat familiar.

"Please, follow the light source." the calm female voice said again. Williams skin still bristled at it, it made him shudder.
He watched in amazement as the hallway wall started changing, white dots appearing on it that seemed to dance and beckon him closer. They moved away slowly, only to come back in his line of sight to call him over. It was mesmerising as well as terrifying.

The house spoke and the walls were magical. He'd rather prefer the dense forest, midnight growls of angry animals and moonlight to light up his path rather than... Whatever this was.

"for heavens sake just follow the light would you? Confiscated your stuff, that includes your knives, guns and grenades. Not even gonna ask where you got those." he mumbled the last part, looking into the bottom of his coffee mug as if that's where all of the answers were hidden.

Starting to feel a little awkward standing in the middle of the man's living room, William decided to approach the glowing hallway. The tiny dots of light in the wall started moving deeper into the house, leading him.

He glanced around, trying to see the laser that showed the moving dots. But there was nothing. His eyes caught the odd wallpaper, realizing although it was red, it wasn't actually a wallpaper but a screen. The whole hall was a huge screen that gave off the illusion of a wallpaper, when in reality, it was just thousands of tiny pixels.

He was still on high alert as the light stopped on a door, swirling there for a second before gently flowing towards the door handle, forming a bundle of light and making it glow.

Williams pupils expanded as he studied the glowing door handle, tilting his head as he let his hand hover over it for a second, trying to sense if it was burning hot or not.

It wasn't.

The moment he wrapped his fingers around the handle, the glowing stopped.

He pushed the door open, fists balled and ready for any kind of threat should there be something behind the white door. There was no creak, no sound of ajar windows only a sound of the quiet humming of AC.

He listened closely to his surroundings, letting the door close behind him as he stepped in the middle of the room, scanning it. The walls were white and black, the bed was white all over and made neatly. He stepped back when he realised the glowing white dots appeared in front of him on the white floor, flowing like an ocean slowly towards another door.

He frowned, but followed the glowing dots nevertheless, this time, he didn't wait for them to make the doorhandle glow.

He realized it was a shower and a bathroom. Although, he'd never seen one like it. It screamed of wealth and technology and the colour white.

He narrowed his eyes, feeling suddenly so tired of it all, and the screaming white walls weren't helping. As if on cue, the lights dimmed slightly, making him growl unintentionally.

"I apologize once more, the towels and bathrobes are underneath the sink, the fresh clothes are in the bedroom in a walk-in closet. The sizes of clothes are varying from S-L. The room temperature is 20°C and humidity is put on minimum."

the female voice of Tonys AI informed William, asking him if there was anything that should be changed. He refused to speak, preferring to shake his head curtly. He just wanted it to stop speaking, it was freaking him out.

He checked the bedroom once more, going over the locked windows and the door, locking it. He locked the bathroom door as well, trying to see if there was anything he could push in front of the door to prevent anyone from entering.

There was nothing.

With a tired sigh, he decided to just be quick with the shower, no time for dilly-dallying.

He stripped of his clothes - not that he had much of those, just underwear and pants. After removing those, he stepped into the shower. To his frustration, there wasn't the usual shower knob. In fact, there was nothing.

He whipped around, trying to find the damn thing only to jump at the voice of the female AI again.

"What temperature would you like your shower water to be, John?"

"Warm! Just, make it warm for fucks sake." he whispered the last bit under his breath, feeling overwhelmed.

His shoulders were tense as the warm water fell steadily on his back, making him hiss at the sensation.

He'd forgotten how good warm showers were.

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