It had been three months. Three months sinceit had happened, and now Tony Stark was locked in a cell, hands chained to the wall, his armor nowhere in sight. Outrage coursed through him; he should be out there, trying to undo what Thanos had done, instead of in this cage, useless as a bag of dirt. He seethed about his unfair predicament for about 30 minutes, before movement in the cell next to his caught his attention. He hadn't even noticed anyone in the small, cage filled room, which was almost definitely the effect of some type of drug. Usually, he was the most alert person in the room, noticing every detail. In fact, he was sure he was drugged, for his eyes could not focus, and he could barely lift his head. But he did not have to be fully awake to know that the bright green eyes now staring into his were none other than Natasha Romanoff's.

Despite her obviously being under the influence of the same drug that was infecting him, her eyes were as bright as ever, and she had the same determined look Tony had always known her to have. Her hair looked the same as the the day he had first met her: bright red, long, and slightly curly. Her icy look melted into shock as she recognized who he was.

"Tony? Wha- how are you here? No one has heard from you since you disappeared. We-I-thought you were dead, and I grieved for you along with the others!"

In all of his days working with Natasha, Tony had never heard this much emotion in her voice.

"Hi, Nat, yes it's me, I have know idea how or why I'm here, I've been keeping to myself, no I'm not dead, and- wait, others? What others? Who else died?" Tony demaded.

For a brief second, grief overtook Nat's features, something so rare that it shocked Tony to the core.

"Tony, we lost so many." Natasha choked out. "Wanda, Sam, Barnes, T'challa, Vision, Hill, and even Fury."

Tony looked pale and shaken, grief darkening his gaze.

"And they all turned to dust?"

"Everybody except Vision."

Tony nodded in understanding, staring at the ground.

"We lost people, too. No one you would know, except… Peter...the kid...my kid...he died in my arms."

Natasha gasped and Tony stood up, banging his fist against the wall. The chain attaching him to the wall was thick but long, and allowed him to sit up and stand down, but that was it. The shackles themselves were tight, digging into his wrists.

"Tony, I'm sorry about-" Nat was cut off as a bigger, heavier looking person stirred in the cage across from them. Tony froze with rage as he recognized the man who he had not seen in two years, the main who had betrayed his trust, the man who had left him to die in Siberia.

Steve Rogers was awake.

Hey guys, so this is the first chapter of my new series, and I'm really excited to see how its going to turn out! Reviews will be really helpful, and it keeps me writing. In the next chapter, there will be a lot of tension between the reunited team, and you will find out who the captor is. It will also be a bit longer.