Marvel Imagines

033 - Steve Rogers - team cap (Part 2)

Set in Civil War

When the door slides open you all look up.

The door rarely ever opens - only letting people in three times a day to give you and the rest of Captain America's imprisoned team meals. Even then, they are always guards wearing helmets and face coverings, armed with bulletproof armour and guns loaded with tranquilliser darts.

It's Tony.

All around the hexagonal room, people rise to their feet - yourself included - to get a better look. Clint starts off the display of aggression towards the traitor, refusing to face Tony directly and sitting on the floor of his cell, calling out through the bars. "The Futurist, gentlemen! The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not."

Tony approaches Clint as you burst into laughter from your cell opposite him. Finally, someone who tells it as it is.

"Give me a break, Barton," Tony says, looking through the bars at his former teammate. "I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on."

Clint looks up with coldness and hatred in his eyes. "Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony."

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

"Criminals?" you finish from across the room, your voice echoing around the entire floor. You're tone exuded sarcasm and it was clear that just the sight of Tony was making you seethe with rage. Rage at what he'd done to you; rage at what he'd done to your people.

Clint rises to his feet, nodding his head to you. He'd been the one person keeping you from going completely over the edge the last few weeks. "Criminals, Tony. I think that's the word you're looking for." He grabs onto the bars and leans in, staring Tony down. "Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda, or (Y/N). But here we are."

"Because you broke the law," Tony states. His words provoke Clint to start pacing the small square he's confined to. "I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it. Alright. You're all grown up, you've got a wife and kids. I don't understand. Why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side?"

That strikes a nerve - raw and raised in all of you. It was not the wrong side and every single face in that room knew it. Clint storms up to the bars, calling after Tony as he moves onto the next prisoner. "You gotta watch your back with this guy." He slammed his palms against the bars. "There's a chance he's gonna break it."

Tony shoots him a glance, not stopping until he reaches the next cell. Scott.

"Hank Pym always said that you never can trust a Stark," he states, leaning one arm against a metal pole.

"Who are you?" Tony asks indifferently. He passes on to you.

You glare at him with hate in your eyes as he comes to a stop on the other side of your bars.

"Not gonna check on Wanda?" you ask, your words barbed with a vicious sting. "She's catatonic. They've done something to her. She doesn't speak. She won't eat. We haven't heard a word pass her lips since they brought her in. Did you know that Tony? The great all-knowing Iron Man."

Tony's dark eyes find yours and he holds your gaze, unflinching as you come to a stop close to his face, separated only by steel. He's so close that you could reach out and strangle him if you wanted to. But you don't. "Please, (Y/N)... don't. I can stand this from them - but you? That's too far. That's a line and..."

"I'm happy to cross it. The boys are in hiding because of you." You get into his face, staring dead into his eyes, wanting him to feel every ounce of your pain. "You did this, Tony. All of this is down to you. Every cell, every bruise, every injury is because you were willing to play lap-dog to the higher up's. Remember that." You snort out a laugh, tacking on your parting words with a wicked grin. "You've lost your way; you're in over your head and you know it."