"We aren't in Kansas anymore, Cisco." Said Barry astonished.
"This certainly isn't Hogwarts." Cisco joked, as much mesmerized as Barry. "'Cause yer not a wizard, Barry." Cisco's voice was deep as he developed an accent.
"Keep your mouth shut." Oliver grunted, elbowing Cisco, a diminutive smile twitching on his face for just a hasty moment; it hardly seemed as it was there at all. Seemingly, it went unnoticed by the group.
"Come on Oliver, let's explore Narnia." Kara contributed to the list, ticking off Oliver more and more by the second.
"Too bad there isn't a wardrobe anywhere near here. I'm not just saying that for the sake of getting home." Barry gestured towards his own suit and then Supergirl's and Green Arrow's attire. "We really don't want to showcase ourselves on this foreign earth."
"Ughh…" Natasha silently groaned as she came back into consciousness. One swift glance around told her that the whole team had been compromised. Metal handcuffs clawed at her wrists and the rest of her teammates; Clint, Steve, Wanda, and Tony. Steve and Wanda's handcuffs cackled with energy, no doubt power-dampening cuffs.
Natasha was the first one awake, but the others were stirring ever so slightly. Evaluating their situation-getting tied up and bounded to different wooden poles with ultra-strong metal ropes in a large room which suspiciously looked like a warehouse, too far from each other to avoid any sort of contact but within range to talk. Camera's and other advanced looking machines littered throughout their 'prison'. Some of the devices right next to each of the team members, probably to detect movement and sound.-Yup, things were not looking very promising.
Memories flashed through Natasha's mind from the previous battle. The opposing team were the ones who indubitably captured them; they were strong and clever, Natasha had to give them that, but she hoped they didn't have much experience.
Natasha tapped her foot a few times and closed her eyes, pretending she was stirring instead of actually being awake. After all, she didn't want to get caught trying to wake up Clint, who was fortunately the closest to her.
Clint's eyes snapped open on Natasha's third try, but he soon got the message in morse. 'Quiet.' -.- ..- .. . -. Clint followed Natasha lead and pretended he was asleep.
'Find any way to get out?' ..-. .. -. -.. / .- -. -.- / .- .- -.- / - - / -. . - / - ..- - ..-.. Clint tapped in morse.
'No, whoever they are, these people are good.' -. - -..- / .- ... - . ...- . .-. / - ... . -.- / .- .-. . -..- / - ... . ... . / .-. . - .-. .-.. . / .- .-. . / -. - - -.. .-.-.- Came back Natasha's tapped response.
'What should we-' .- ... .- - / ... ... - ..- .-.. -.. / .- . Clint didn't get to finish his question because the door slammed open. A middle-aged man with dirty blond hair and cold, icy eyes fixated on a glare-which could rival Fury's-and a dark green outfit complete with a bow. The door slam pulled up the rest of the team from the depths of unconsciousness. Their eyes were filled with bewilderment and alarment.
"Start talking. Who are you and who do you work for?" The man asked, using a gadget to change his voice to sound more deeper and more threatening.
After several seconds of silence, the man raised his bow and pointed it at Steve. "I have other ways to make you speak." As he let the arrow go, Natasha really wished someone would save them for a change. Miraculously, her prayers got answered. Oh wait… Nevermind. They were still doomed.