Walking into one of the main cell blocks, Steve felt relief flood his chest upon seeing most of his team unharmed. A light smile worked its way onto his face as he glanced at each of them, then he frowned before glancing over at Tony next to him.

"Where's Wanda?"

"Specialized cell, so I've heard," Tony remarked, shrugging. "Haven't been allowed back there, guess they're afraid she might kill me."

"But she's still going?" A small amount of wariness flickered across Steve's face.

"Yes, they'll escort her to the chopper last," he nodded, glancing back at Steve. "I promise, Rogers, she is going too. It was part of the deal."

"Scott Lang too?" Steve said, looking towards one of the cells before him quizzically, as if he had almost forgotten that the person residing in it was here at all.

"Who?"

"Ant-Man."

"Yes, alright, Lang too. I did say everyone, didn't I?" Tony grumbled as he let out a begrudging sigh.

"Yes," Steve frowned a little, nodding, "alright."

If it had of been anyone else, Tony would have expected questions about the fact that he was getting all of the team out, with the exception of Captain America.

However, true to form, it seemed that it wasn't even on Steve's mind, or if it was, he was hiding it very well.

Sometimes Tony really did want to punch him in his perfect teeth, he would never understand how the man could be that way. Apparently his father had been right about Steve Rogers, it was clear that the man truly was Captain America, or maybe the persona simply embodied everything that Steve actually was.

Tony hated him for it.

"How are you so..." Tony trailed off, scoffing, and then shook his head, waving a hand towards the cells. "Work your magic, Capsicle."

Steve almost asked Tony what he was going to say, but the response died on his tongue. It wasn't as if he didn't want to know, he did, but the question would hang in the air indefinitely. To ask felt pointless, and besides that, the likelihood of starting another argument seemed very high.

He had a feeling he knew anyway, and honestly, he hadn't overlooked the fact that Tony was getting everyone out of this place except for him. Tony was going to leave him here and he was probably justified in doing so, Steve didn't expect any different, not really, so it was irrelevant.

However, that didn't mean he could push out the tinge of hurt that pricked at his heart as he walked towards the brightly lit cells, no matter how hard he tried. So instead, he pushed it aside to be dealt with later, when his friends were safe.

"Cap?" Clint asked questioningly, looking at the man carefully and studying his pale face.

"Clint," Steve greeted softly, with a fond smile, taking in the perplexed look dancing across the archers face.

"You've looked better," Clint's voice was soft, almost uncharacteristic of the man that Steve knew, "what happened?"

"A lot," Steve responded tiredly, "but you know me, I'll be alright."

"If you get killed, walk it off, right?" Clint remarked, rolling his eyes upward. "That doesn't always work, you know."

"I know."

"You bustin' out of this joint?"

"No, but you are," Steve said, firmly, his tone offering no room for argument, "go with Tony, Clint."

"Go with Tony?" Clint's voice sounded stunned as he stared at the man before him. "Cap, what have they done to you?"

"Now isn't the time," Steve stressed, "it's important that you go. Tony isn't the villain here, he isn't the bad guy, he is actually trying to help."

"You're kidding, right?" Clint frowned, crossing his arms. "He's the one who put us here to begin with, he isn't totally innocent. You know he back-stabbed Sam, don't you? He told him where you were because he thought he would go to help you, as a friend."

"Clint!" Sam cried from across the room, mortified that Hawkeye would give away the fact that he had said too much.

"And he did," Steve said tiredly, leveling his eyes at Clint and speaking loudly enough that Sam could hear. He pushed reassurance into his tone, he certainly didn't blame Sam for trying to help him.

"He came to help as a friend, that's just not how it ended. There's a lot more to it than I want to go into detail about right now, but Tony isn't the bad guy," he finished, putting emphasis on the words.

"You're making it sound like Tony isn't the bad guy, but someone is," the questioning tone in Clint's voice caused Steve to pause.

He glanced back at Tony, to see if the man was paying any attention at all, but he seemed preoccupied studying one of the empty cells, and Steve faltered a little. He had hoped that the man would listen, but it seemed he was still too mad to do so.

"There was Zemo," Steve trailed when Clint narrowed his eyes at him.

"What are you not saying, Captain?"

"What I am saying is that all of you need to get out of here, and if you have to sign the Accords to do that, then do it. Tony said the documents can be amended, and I'm sure he wasn't lying about that."

"So you suddenly think the Accords are a good idea?" Clint countered.

"No, I still think the Accords are a terrible idea, I don't agree with them, and I won't."

"But you want us to sign them anyway? That doesn't sound a thing like you," the archers tone was growing cold. "You're not the type of person to go against your convictions, especially not in a situation like this."

"Natasha was right, she said that if we have one hand on the wheel, at least we can still steer. If we're all here, what exactly are we supposed to do, Clint?" Steve sighed, putting his head in his hand. "I think the Accords are a bad idea, but for now it's better than being able to do nothing. Besides, you have a family to think about, you never should have gotten involved to begin with."

"It was my choice," Clint retorted, "I made my own choice."

"I can't get you out of here any other way."

"Is that what this is about? You're so desperate to get us out of here, you're willing to do anything? What's that about?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Clint, do you trust me?"

Clint paused, biting his lip as he looked at the apparently defeated Captain America. His eyes were sincere, but something was wrong and Clint wasn't naive enough not to see it, but he did trust Steve. He only hoped that in this case, it wasn't a mistake, and that the defeat he saw on the Captain's face wasn't something he should take more stock in.

"I trust you, Cap."

A weak and tired ghost of a smile worked its way across the soldiers face, and he nodded softly. "Good, and you two?" He turned to look at Scott Lang and Sam Wilson.

"I'm with you, Steve, you know that," Sam said softly.

"Guess if that's what you say, Captain," Scott agreed.

"Good," Steve turned on his heel to face Tony, "there, now go."

Tony's head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at Steve, scrutinizing him. "Well, all of a sudden you want us out just as fast as possible, huh? What's the matter, Rogers? Can't stand the memory of your failures anymore?" The venom that had seeped back into his tone surprised even him.

He almost felt bad when he saw the obvious hurt dance across Steve's face, but forcibly shook it off, reminding himself that the Captain deserved it.

"I would have thought you'd be eager to never have to see me again," Steve countered softly after a moment.

"So you are bitter," Tony shot back, and Steve cringed. "That's great, me too."

"Can we not do this right now?"

"Sure, how about we don't do this, ever?" Tony remarked, yelling for the guards to come and collect the Captain to return him to his cell, turning his face away. "I won't miss you, Cap."

"Tony, wait-"

"Ah, ah, ah, we're not doing this, remember? You may have forgotten, but I'm done with you." Waving his hand dramatically, Tony turned on his heel and began walking towards the door. "Nice chat, thanks for your help, Spangles, I can take it from here."

The retort he had expected never came, despite the fact that he had slowed his steps out the door just in case the man actually had more to say to him. He could feel Captain America's eyes following him as he walked out the door, until it shut automatically behind him.

Whatever he had to say couldn't have been too important, and even if it was, Tony found it hard to care as he walked back to Secretary Ross to tell him to collect his prisoners so he could get out of this miserable and gloomy place; and with his team in tact, thanks to Rogers, unfortunately he couldn't forget that fact. If only he could, if only he could forget the haunted look that Steve shot him when he had called for the guards to collect him, if only he could forget a lot of things, life would be so much easier.

"Get my team together so we can get out of here," Tony demanded the second he saw Ross.

"You seem eager," Ross rolled his eyes, "did your little altercation with the Captain bother you that much?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business," Tony scowled.

"Can't say that it is, just an observation. Doesn't matter, I want you out of here just as bad as you want to leave," Ross practically growled. "I can't believe you managed to work the system, again."

"Believe it, babe," Tony shot flippantly, then slowly his face formed a considerate expression. "What are you doing to Captain America to make him act like he's had the wind knocked out of him?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Stark," Ross replied.

"Of course you don't," waving it off, Tony shook his head, "just put a rush on getting everyone onto my chopper, and we'll get off your Titanic."

"Of course."

The ride home was filled with a cold, unreadable silence. Clint seemed angry, he seemed like he had a lot to say, like he wanted to tear into Tony as aggressively as he could, but instead he said nothing and that almost frightened Tony more.

Wanda stared out the window quietly, while Scott and Sam seemed to be having an interesting conversation about 'seeing the compound again,' despite the fact that Tony wasn't sure when Lang had been to the compound before.

He overheard something about stealing one of Howard's old devices, and decided to stop listening, whatever it was he really didn't care. He looked down at his glass, shifting it around and subconsciously stirring the contents. It would be better when they were all home and could take some time to cool down in their own quarters, at least Tony wanted to believe that.

He hoped it was true, because if he was going to have to deal with constant icy behaviors, it was going to be like dealing with a bunch of teenagers.

"So, do you really think this is a good idea?"

Clint's voice tore through the silence, pulling him out of his thoughts and he lifted his head to focus on Clint instead of the cup in his hand.

"Sorry? Think what is a good idea, Legolas?"

"Leaving Steve behind."

That hadn't been the response he had been expecting, but maybe he should have expected it, with how undyingly loyal Clint seemed to be.

"Yeah, not really having any second thoughts about that one," Tony droned, "if he beat the crap out of you, you probably wouldn't have second thoughts either."

"If I saw him looking like he did today? I'm not so sure I wouldn't have second thoughts," Clint responded, his voice firm and forceful. "You did see the same guy I saw, didn't you? He looked haunted, and he looked physically sick."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"He's a super soldier, he shouldn't be sick, should he? Wouldn't his immune system do something about that?"

"Can you drop it?" Tony complained, rubbing his forehead. "You're giving me a toothache with how sweet your undying devotion is. I thought Sam was the Captain America fanboy, I didn't realize you fell under that category too, Clint."

"You don't want to think about it, do you?" Tony could practically hear the frown in Clint's voice. "You're so ticked off about whatever happened, you're willing to overlook the fact that something's wrong with him? What, because you're mad?"

"He defended a murderer."

"Boo-hoo, cry me a river, Stark. The Winter Soldier was brainwashed, I'd know a thing or two about that one, it sucks," countered Clint, swearing before he continued. "Besides, you've done some questionable stuff too, does creating Ultron ring a bell? Steve would still come running to your rescue, if you needed it."

"That wasn't personal."

"You know, it became pretty personal."

"Enough," Wanda's voice gave the both of them paused as she looked over to where the two of them sat. "Are the two of you not tired of all the fighting among ourselves? Because I am growing tired of it."

Clint looked at the girl for a moment before glancing at Tony and scoffing, positioning his back more firmly against the wall and turning his head to look away.

Tony took it for what it was, a sign that the man didn't trust him enough to turn his back on him. "Well, that's fine, if that's how it's going to be."

"It is," the response hung in the air and Tony scoffed.

"Really, I don't know Wanda, don't you see what I have to deal with?" He groused, and the Sokovian looked over at him, thinning her lips.

"What was wrong with Steve?" She asked carefully.

"I don't know," Tony shrugged, "I don't really care, either."

"I see," she responded, nodding her head a little.

"That's it, no judgement from you? No 'oh, poor Cap, Tony, you should care more' like everyone else on this chopper of mine?"

"I know you care," Wanda said knowingly, looking up at Tony with an expression that made him recoil slightly. "At the moment you are simply angry because you are hurt, not because you do not care."

Tony stared at her for a moment, biting down on the inside of his lip as a question began to roll around in his mind. Did she know what she had made him see, during their first encounter? Was she truly aware of it?

"It is obvious that you care, if you look past the facade that you put on for everyone," Wanda responded. "You are constantly trying far too hard for someone who does not care at all."

"I put you under house arrest."

"I was aware you were trying to protect me, I never doubted that," the sigh that echoed seemed pained, "however, there would have been better ways to go about it."

"Maybe so," Tony admitted.

"Everything went wrong, I believe we can all admit that, it was no one thing, and no one person is to blame. However, you can not hold it against him forever, you know."

"Maybe not," Tony mumbled, shaking his head slightly. Maybe he couldn't, but for now, he definitely would try.