"The condition is that Michael comes out too." The Avengers looked at each other confused. Who was Michael? Steve then voiced their questions and concerns, "Who is Michael? Are you talking about Archangel Michael?" Steve figured that since 'apparently' that was Archangel Gabriel and The Devil, why would Michael be such a stretch? But Steve was pointedly ignored by Lucifer voicing his concerns. "What!," Lucifer cried out, "The whole reason I want out is to get away from brother dearest, not go on some sort of messed up family vacation!" Dean just looked smug, "Those are the conditions Lucifer. Either both you and Michael come out or nobody comes out. Besides, I'm sure Michael would jump at the chance to get out of this place. God knows I would. Nothing better than good ol' reality, the place where the air doesn't smell like decomposing bodies and it actually rains once in awhile." Lucifer still looked put out, "How do you know Michael won't kill you the second we get out of here?" he questioned, trying to find a loop hole. "Well," Dean responded sarcastically, "Mikey probably hates this place for one. We could just send him back here. Plus, he most likely wants to get back to the Silver City and to pull that off, he needs to be in the next universe over."
It was at that moment that Tony decided he had had enough of these weird hunter, soldier, satanic people. "Hey you.. you devil people!" "Oh honey, I'm the only devil thing around here." Lucifer purred. Tony just took a slight step back and continued questioning, "Who are you people? First, you somehow manage to randomly appear in my tower with a world-class security system. Then you proceed to apparently 'cast a spell' and suddenly we're in this weird place! Who the hell even is Mr. I-Am-Satan over here? And more importantly, how did you do everything you just did?" Tony took a deep breath after he had successfully rattled off all of the questions stewing in his genius brain.
Everybody just kind of stared at him for a second until the Avengers moved behind him and quickly took his side demanding for all of their questions to be answered. The group of satanic models just stood there looking confused. "We told you our names," Sam spoke up. "Yea, but am I really supposed to believe that guy is Satan?" Clint deadpanned. Blondie just kind of stood there then suddenly, thousands of scream erupted from every direction. They were all tortured, the sound of somebody being murdered played over and over again except it was millions of scream all at once. The agony was unbearable. Then, the screams stopped seconds later and eyes were drawn to Lucifer, who looked cheerful as ever. "Did you like that? The screams of the damned always cheer up demons when they're feeling down." Steps were slowly taken away from the demented man who call himself, (and probably was after that display if the Avengers were to be honest with themselves) Lucifer.
Sam glared at Lucifer, his strength beginning to regain. "Was that really necessary?" Sam asked coldly, "You're supposed to use your powers to get us out of here anyway." Lucifer stopped for a second, "Oh well," he sighed, obviously not sorry, "Guess, I just forgot then!" The Avengers were quiet as they watched everything play out, still a bit stunned by the screams of agony. Maybe it would be better if they just stayed out of the way and eavesdropped, silently collecting bits of information. These people were obviously not used to meeting new people because their conversations weren't quiet and they didn't seem to care about the bigger group of people listening in. Natasha had already cataloged a multitude of useful tidbits of info. The two tallest men were obviously seasoned warriors. The way they held themselves to constantly have each others backs. Plus they were skilled with their weapons, and they both had a multitude of scars. The slightly haunted looks in their eyes suggested things that were unable to be unseen. Judging be how they weren't phased by the screams, these people had been through some serious shit.
The two shorter guys were harder to read. They had no scars, the trench coat one, Castiel, wielded his weapon as though it were part of him. Gabriel just kind of stood there, examining surroundings. Although it had went unnoticed before these two gave off an aura of pure power, Gabriel's was noticeably larger than Castiel's. Satan looked, well, not really that Satanic of Natasha were to be honest with herself. Other than the weird holy look of his face, he looked like a basic human. He had ripped blue jeans and a leather jacket on. Not really Satan-esque. They had also mentioned a Michael, which, Natasha infered, was probably Archangel Michael if Steve was correct.
Seemingly reading her mind, Dean spoke up. "I really want to get out of here. Where's Michael?" Lucifer actually took a moment to look sheepish. "Lucifer," Dean said slowly, "You are not getting out of here without Michael, now where is he?" "Wellll," Lucifer drew out, "I got bored and Michael was annoying me soo..." Michael was just as powerful as Lucifer, so he couldn't be dead, the angels would've felt it. He was probably just hanging upside down somewhere. Dean came up with an idea because searching the Cage would take way too long and he really wanted some whiskey and a burger. "Hey Sammy, why don't you just imagine Michael. I mean, we're in the Cage so, wouldn't that work?" Dean asked hopefully. Sam took a second and closed his eyes, concentrating. He opened them a moment later and nothing happened. Then Michael appeared in the form of a dark haired man that probably could've rivaled Dean in looks. Except Michael was thrashing his huge silvery wings through the air as what looked like little black dots harassed him. "Lucifer call... whatever those things are off," Sam commanded. Lucifer pouted but the black things disappeared and Michael stood up to his full height. Michael quickly made his wings disappear after he caught sight of the mortals, a look akin to surprise plastered across his features.
Steve looked in awe. This was Archangel Michael, the second most powerful being in the universe. Second to only God himself! Michael spoke in the voice of a model, though he had dulled it down with unamusement, "Lucifer. Sam. Dean. Castiel." His eyes widened a bit when they landed on Gabriel, "Gabriel, I thought you were dead." "Yea,yea bro it's actually a funny stor-" Gabriel was cut off by Dean. "If it's all the same to you guys, I'd like to get out of here now."