Drabble 74-Prison

Prison was not nice to Captain America's team.

They were beaten up and pushed around by guards without a grudge. Some of that was from the battle, and some of that was from being thrown into a maximum security prison. Sam, Scott, and Clint basically got off free compared to Wanda.

Out of the four of them she was the worst. They had taken her to another room and forced into a straight jacket and a shock collar. She had been gone for hours before they finally threw her in there with them, right next to the cell with the guy sleeping on his tiny cot. Clint tried to ask what had happened, but Wanda wouldn't speak. Instead, she just looked down, sitting against the wall and whiter than a sheet. Clint had a murderous rage shoot through him at the sight. Because Wanda hadn't just been arrested. She had been pretty much tortured.

They don;t really know how long they had been down there, but nobody was talking. Instead they were entertaining themselves in their own way. Scott with his drumming, Sam with his pacing, and so on. But everything was disrupted when the man next to Wanda woke up, sitting up groggily. Clint and Sam, who were across from him, looked him over, only to find that he wasn't a man at all.

He was just a kid.

Scrawny little thing with a shock of black hair and dull, icy eyes. The collar around his neck looked a lot like Wanda's, but it wasn't exactly the same. No, this one was bright green and blinking at them.

The clothes he was wearing made him look bigger than he actually was, and that made them all worry for him. Because, while they've been in pretty bad shape for hours now, this kid must have been here for days. He wasn't restrained like Wanda though, and Sam couldn't tell if that was good or not.

The kid snuffed once before looking around, still groggy. His eyes widened slightly when he saw them. It was the most life they had seen in those eyes in the past minute or so since he's woken up.

"Who are you?" He asked. His voice was hoarse and quiet, and it made Clint wonder just how long that collar has been on. Long enough to start causing scabbing, from the looks of it.

"We're the Avengers, kid," Sam answered. The boy just nodded and let out a big yawn before swinging his legs over to the side and stranding up, stretching his thin frame like a cat before relaxing again and walking up to the window.

"Avengers, huh?" He asked. "What, did you not sign the Accords, either?"

"You know about that?" Scott asked. The kid rolled his eyes.

"International news, dude. I told them I wasn't going to sign it. I had no reason to, I mean. Shit, I never left my city. But they decided to throw away the key anyway. Go figure, right?"

"What's your name, kid?" Clint asked. He was standing at the window too, now.

"Well, not Kid. It's Danny," he answered.

"So you're a superhero?" Sam asked. If he refused to sign the Accords that meant he did some world-saving of his own. Danny was silent, but he nodded hesitantly before looking Sam in the eye.

"Yeah. I, uh...I have powers. This collar though," he gestured to the thing around his neck. "This collar prevents me from using any of them. And if I try it automatically shocks me. So, yeah."

"It doesn't look like it's from the government."

"Oh, it is. Maybe not from this particular branch, but there's a government agency called the Guys in White. Nasty people. Full of idiots, too, but they have their moments."

"What do they do?"

"Well...You're not going to believe me," Danny answered.

"Kid, one of my best friends is Captain America, and his war buddy just came back from the dead two years ago. I'm sure you can trust me to keep an open mind."

"...You make a fair point, I guess. And it looks like we're going to be here a while. Okay, um...Do you believe in ghosts?"

"You're a ghost?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. Well, half ghost. A halfa. I, uh, protect my town from invasions and shit. There was actually a couple days where the city ended up sucked into the Ghost Zone and I had to save them, so that was fun."

"What the hell are you-" Clint started, but was cut off by the doors sliding open.

And in walked Tony Stark.

Everyone but Danny seemed to immediately tense up as Tony walked around, stopping in front of each of them. He glanced over Wanda, brought up Clint's family, and disrespected Scott. He stopped completely at Danny, though.

"Who are you?" He asked, his brows coming together as he looked Danny up and down. Danny chuckled and shook his head, sitting back down as he did so.

"You think the Avengers were the only heroes out there, Stark?" He asked. And wow, for a teenager he looked pretty old, what with those eyes that looked like he had been through wars. "This is what I get for being the good guy, right? Load of crap. Tucker will be really disappointed, let me tell you."

Tony opened his mouth to say something, but instead closed it and moved on to Sam, who had his back turned to him. He couldn't think about kids in prison. Because what if that was Peter? This kid though, he hadn't picked a side. He had carved out his own little corner of the world to protect, and though the Accords it was ripped from him. Tony kept telling himself it was the boy;s fault. If he's in here that means he didn't sign the Accords. It was his own fault.

He was still thinking about the kid when he got the information from Sam that he needed.

"Someone's coming," Danny said, perking up. The hairs on his arms were standing up as he himself stood up, walking up to the glass. Sam turned around at that, and Danny saw the smirk on his face as a big blonde walked up to him.

"Hey, man. Nice vacation?" Sam asked. The other man didn't say anything. He just chuckled and punched the control panel next to Sam's cell. The glass slid open.

He did that with all of them, one by one. When he got to Wanda he gripped her collar tight and tore it in half with just his brute strength. Clint took over and cut her out of her straight jacket.

"Are we gonna get Danny, too?" Scott asked. Steve turned around, and it was like the super soldier was seeing him for the first time. Sam grinned at him.

"Told you Captain America was one of my best friends," he said with a shit-eating grin. Danny returned it was a small one of his own.

That seemed to be all that Steve Rogers needed, his decision on breaking Danny out with them concrete. The panel sparked and sputtered, and the glass slid open. Danny stepped out, holding his hand out. Steve shook it.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir," he said. Steve nodded and let go. Danny didn't take it personally though. He wasn't really well known, and they were kind of in the middle of a prison break.

Steve gripped his collar like he did Wanda's and looked him dead in the eye as he tore it apart.

"Don;t try anything," he said. Danny only nodded in response, glad to finally be able to breathe properly again. He smiled as he rubbed his neck, raw and sore from the thing hindering him.

"Do you have an escape plan?" Danny asked. Steve shrugged.

"Plane I cam in on probably got locked down," he answered. "It shouldn't be any trouble stealing it back though."

Danny nodded, letting his transformation rings wash over him. Black to white, blue to green, prison clothes to jumpsuit. A complete transformation. Everybody's eyes were wide, and Danny smirked, jumping up into the air and letting his legs turn into a wispy tail.

"I think I can help with that."