"No way. Absolutely not. Lock him up in the cell until we know more," Director Fury ordered. Immediately, Steve and Thor stepped forward and grabbed the Doctor while Tony undid the cuffs.

"Wait wait wait wait wait!" the Doctor exclaimed, twisting in their grasps. "I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Is being an alien not wrong enough?"

"Technically, no. It's not a law that aliens aren't allowed on Earth."

Fury paused. "Well it's my rule." And with that, the struggling Time Lord was ushered down the hall towards the jail room.

"Can I at least get some clothes?!" he shouted.

"Fine. Agent Romanoff?" Fury casted a glance back at her.

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. "Right on it." She turned the other way in a flurry and exited out a door.

The Doctor was roughly pushed into the glass prison. The door locked with a click, sealing the Time Lord's imprisonment. He sighed.

"Now, if you try to get out of that, I'll press this button here. 40,00 feet down, in a steel trap," Fury warned.

"Why must it always be violence with you humans?" the Doctor chided. He shook his head. Just then, Agent Romanoff entered the room, a bundle of something in her arms. Fury raised an eyebrow at her and the door opened slightly. She tossed the clothes at the Time Lord and the door was sealed once again.

"Thanks," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He quickly dressed, taking off the remaining shreds of his suit. Now he was wearing a black T-shirt with a pair of jeans.

"Now, we've got work to do. Try anything and you'll regret it, I promise you," Director Fury threatened.

"I'm sure I will be."

"Don't get sarcastic with me." Fury and the other Avengers left the room, leaving the Time Lord alone.

The Doctor waited for a few minutes. He then reached into his pocket (which was a bit small for his taste, personally), and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Thanks, Tony Stark, the Doctor thought with a smirk. He held it up to the door and frowned.

Deadlock seal.

Defeated, the Time Lord flopped onto his back. He started mumbling things in Gallifreyan, bored out of his mind.

He might be here a while.

"Anything new?" Steve asked as he entered the lab. Bruce glanced up, while Tony continued trying to pick the lock on the TARDIS.

"Well, not really. This thing is invincible, as far as we can tell. And nothing seems to be able to pick the lock," Stark muttered from where he's crouched on the floor, a small metal tool in his hand.

"Didn't he say it was a ship? Maybe we should ask him how to get into it."

Banner gives a small smile. "Oh come on, that guy's more likely to punch us in the face than tell us how to get into his space ship."

"True that," Tony agreed as he stands up, throwing the broken tool over his shoulder.

"There's got to be someway inside," Rogers said.

"Not yet."

"Fury's counting on us to get inside this thing."

"Well, he might be a bit disappointed," Banner uttered.

"Isn't there anything we can use?"

"Hey; it fell from space after getting blown up. What do you expect? It didn't even get destroyed by a nuclear bomb. That's some tough wood."

"And," Tony started, dragging out the word, "the Doctor even said out loud that it had a force field. He's gonna be the only one to know how to get into it."

"Are you seriously saying we go and ask him for the answer?" Bruce scoffed. "I really doubt he'd tell the people who imprisoned him how to get into his ship."

"It's worth a try, isn't it?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

The scientist glanced at Tony, who was currently trying to melt the lock off with a blowtorch. He sighed. "I guess it's worth a try. Let's go."

The three Avengers entered the room, where they saw the Doctor pacing the little cell in boredom. He had his hands behind his back, and he was mumbling incoherently under his breath. He glanced up upon them nearing his cell and waved a hand slightly.

"Hi! I've been counting how many steps I can take before I fall over. It's been three hours, seven minutes, and exactly thirty-two milliseconds, and I've taken four billion and fifty-six steps," the Doctor told them absent mindedly.

"How do you know that?" Stark asked as he look at his watch.

"Hellooo, Time Lord."

"Oh yeah."

"Anyways," the Doctor said, stopping his trek, "what do you need?"

"We need to get into your ship," Steve said.

"Ha!" He gave a dry laugh. "I'm not giving you the key to the TARDIS! I would never."

"Maybe you'll change your mind when Director Fury gets involved."

"Oh please, Steve, I doubt he's afraid of that threat," Tony scoffed.

"It's our job that we need to do," Banner said.

"Hmmm," the Doctor buzzed, running his hand through his hair, "maaaybe I can agree to letting you in the TARDIS. . ." He leaned on the glass, looking right into the eyes of the three men. "If you let me out of here."

"I think we'll keep trying to break into the box first, before we fall for your tricks," Rogers growled.

The Time Lord put his hands in the air. "Hey, don't come running to me when you waste your precious time trying to get in. You'll never get inside." He smirked. "The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door, and believe me, they've tried!" He backed up from the glass and started pacing again. He looked up and saw they were still there. "Well? Bye!" He twiddled his fingers at them.

"We'll get the answer out of you someway," Tony Stark told him, "Like maybe we open this door and you follow us down the hall." He pressed the button that opened the door.

The Doctor grinned. "Aha! I knew it. Smart minds like yours can't resist not knowing the answer, can they?" He walked out of the cell.

"Stark, what're you doing?" Steve growled.

"Oh please, Rogers. It's fine. He's not a weapon kind of guy," Tony replied.

"Besides, what harm could it do?" Banner asked, shrugging. He grimaced and the three of them set off down the hallway towards the lab.