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*Spoilers for Civil War!*

"I have food, guys!"
Trying to hold your happy face you closed in to the cell complex of the former superheros.
You didn't like it one bit to see them behind bars but what could you do?
You were working for the government, parked in this underwater prison because they thought you in qualified for my other kind of work.
"Damn Ross."
You mumbled to yourself but dissmissed those thoughts as you appropached the first cell.

With a worried frown you exchanged Wandas food from yesterday with the one you were holding.
She wasn't eating and you were concerned. But no one of the authorities seemed to be interested in your pleas to at least get a councelor.
"I know it isn't very pretty here. I know you would prefer to be somewhere else. But you have to eat please."
You tried to coax her. But that just earned you a lifeless look from dark circled eyes. You had no night shifts but you were sure that she wasn't sleeping either.
"I'll try to get them to take those of you, okay?"
You promised Wanda, pointing towards her bindings.
That somehow got you a tired nod. You smiled at Wanda and turned towards the next cell.

"Hey, (Y/N)."
Clint greeted you.
"What do we get today?"
He asked, already knowing that it was the same food as the day before.
You just sighed.
"I'm so sorry you guys don't get anything else. I've stared at this food for years already. I just wish I could cook for you."
You would've glared at the camera but you already knew that this did not change anything.
Clint gave a loopside grin at your words.
"Maybe one day."
He offered and you chuckled.
"We will see, Barton."
"By the way your coffee is crap."
He added and you shook your head and changed the trays of food.
"That's Taylor for you."
You commented and gave Clint with his food.
Taylor was the current intern, (you decided not to question how one could become intern in an underwater prison) anyways that was an good for nothing intern that didn't even knew how to brew coffee. On the other side it confirmed your suspicion. The taste buds of everyone working here were already dead. They drank the brew of hell like water. That might even explained the food they were serving.
You sighed and turned your attention back to Clint. Of course you noticed his worried glance to the side; at Wandas cell.
He blamed himself for that. For her being here, looking like a drug addict. If only he would have left her in the Avengers facility…
"She'll be alright."
You assured the archer and took the next tray. Clint looked after you with a tired expression.

With ease you blananced everything from cell to cell.
You exchanged Wandas and Clints empty trays for new ones. The next occupant sat on the floor but soon lifted himself up as you neared the cell.
"Mr. Lang."
"It's Scott, I told you already."
Came the response to your greeting and you grinned. It was fun to banter with Scott, that you realized quickly.
"I know, Mr. Lang."
You said and Scott groaned, seeing your grin.
"You're doing this on purpose."
He accused you and your chuckle gave you away as guilty.
"Here is your food."
You told him and changed the trays, noticing that Scott actually are everything of his previous meal.
"I've been at a place with worse."
The man explained as he noticed your suprised and slightly disgusted glance at the food. You slowly nodded, remembering his files and the news clip you saw.
"Doesn't mean you deserve it."
You responded quietly, wich earned you a wary smile from Scott.
Then you stepped closer to his cell.
"I've got a call from Dr. Pym. Your daughter is well, he told me. He also said that he is working to get you out of here. Same goes with the others."
Scott only nodded, already busy with eating.
You refrained from telling him that things didn't look too well.
Instead you offered a wave and moved on to the last occupied cell in this level.

"Heya, Sam. How's your pretty face doing?"
You asked with a tiny grin.
Sam turned to you, stopping his pacing around.
"Hi, (Y/N)."
You winced at the sight of his face and Sam gave you a soft smile.
"It's nothing."
He assured you but you just frowned.
"Is it just me or is the air heavier 'round here?"
You asked the former soldier and he scrunched up his face.
How that didn't hurt with that black eye of his was beyond you but he didn't even seemed to notice anything.
"Are you still blaming yourself for what happened to Rhodes? That's not your fault, Sam. He got caught in the crossfire."
You made clear.
"Kinda glad it didn't hit you…" You mumbled with your eyes averted to the ground.
On his short stay here you kinda took a liking to Sam, probably more that you should. The friendly flirting between the two of you didn't help much.
You supported the Captain all the way and the government was getting on your nerves but you shouldn't developed a crush on an superhero, an imprisoned even less.
But that realisation came to late, you noticed.
Trying to get rid of those thoughts you looked back at Sam.
His face clearly showed that he was aware of your mumbling but not quite able to understand the words. He didn't pressed the matter, wich only resulted in more plus points for him.
"I know that the thing with James wasn't my fault. But I'm still concerned abou him. Tony looked horrible.
Rhodey was the last one to deserve this. After all he's the only one what actually played by the rules. Always.
And because of the damn government-"
Sam stopped mid sentence and gave you a sorry look but you just shrugged.
"I can't change that I'm working here. I have to earn my money somehow. So don't look like you've personally insulted me."
You smiled at Sam, causing his tension to dissappear.
You changed his trays and moved the empty ones aways. Glancing at your clock you sighed. You shift wasn't going to end anytime soon.
Knowing that you wouldn't find peace in your own quarters, you sat down on in front of Sams cell.

"Mind if I spend my spare time here?"
You asked into the room, your eyes remaining on Sam.
Wanda stayed quiet and the two other men didn't protest in any way.
Sam shrugged.
"At least I can look at something equally as radiant as those bars."
He approved and mimicked you by sitting down on the ground of his cell.
"As I started to work for the government I thought I can gain ranks. Go up and eventually be able to make a change."
You sighed and trailed off.
"They why are you here, handing food to prisoners?"
Sam asked you and you rolled your eyes, leaning against the bars of his cell.
"Well, I kinda tried to stop Ross from going after Banner.
You probably remember the incident in Harlem?" It was a rethorical question so you didn't waited for an actual awnser.
"But Banner is a good man, I believed that he would be able to control it."
Sam tilted his head, studying your backside. He found it interesting to hear how someone as nice as you managed to end up at a place like this.
"I'd say that's true. So? How does that bring you here?"
He inquired. After all he knew Bruce Banner, he had met him a while back. One of Starks many parties that ended in desaster. As far as Sam was concerned there was no reason to make any harsh decisions involving the doctor. You remembered how you got your ticket for this wonderful place and chuckled dryly.
"Ross has an ego bigger that Starks damn tower. I kinda scratched at it so he had me sendt here."
You looked up to a camera. Even though you knew Ross had left this place, busy with other things, you really hoped he would see this.
"Ross is an asshole."
Your statement didn't went without agreeing out of all occupied cells. You took it in with a face between a grin and a frown, going on with finishing off your story.
"I signed some stuff agreeing I would stay quiet and couldn't really leave."
You rubbed your forehead.
"With SHIELDs files all over the place I can probably go. But I dunno where."
You had no problem admitting that but the whole situation made you a little sad.
"I would offer you my help but I'm kinda… restricted?"
Sam responded and you chuckled lightly. This dork always knew how to cheer you up.
Closing your eyes you leaned your head back your thoughts slowly coming to rest.

Only to have you jumping up as you remembered.
"Holy mother of cupcakes, I'm on cleaning duty!"
You turned on your heel, facing Sam with an annoyed expression.
"I'm sorry but I really need to go now."
Sam gave you a smile.
"We can talk later. You for you I promise I'm not going anywhere."
That made you both laugh, despite the unamusing situation you were facing.
From Clints cell you could hear a groan, soon followed by a chuckle.
"If we're actually going to get out of here someday, the two of you really need to hook up."
That made you blush and Sam grin.
"We'll see, buddy."
He neither denied it nor agreed to that.
You meanwhile had made your way towards the exit of this cell block. About to leave you stopped as suddenly an alarm went through the intercom.
"We have an intruder."
Noticing your stop Sam raised his brows.
"You forgot something?"
Quietly you shook your head, your brows furrowing.
"Seems like we're getting company. You invited someone?"
You asked and Sam sighed.
"I knew this little shit wouldn't leave us here."
You didn't understand.
"Who are you ta-"
"It's Captain Rogers!"
Came a cry over the intercom, followed by the sound of metal crashing against walls.
"Oh."
You exclaimed.
After a little while of thinking a smirk formed on your face.
With determination you reached towards the keypad that opened the door out in the hallway but at the same time the cells on the inside.
Once again you looked up at yet another camera.
"I quit."
You stated with a smug expression, entering the code to open the doors.
They you turned around to the now ex-prisoners.
"Today, we will make a field trip."

Description
*Spoilers for Civil War!*

"I have food, guys!"
Trying to hold your happy face you closed in to the cell complex of the former superheros.
You didn't like it one bit to see them behind bars but what could you do?
You were working for the government, parked in this underwater prison because they thought you in qualified for my other kind of work.
"Damn Ross."
You mumbled to yourself but dissmissed those thoughts as you appropached the first cell.

With a worried frown you exchanged Wandas food from yesterday with the one you were holding.
She wasn't eating and you were concerned. But no one of the authorities seemed to be interested in your pleas to at least get a councelor.
"I know it isn't very pretty here. I know you would prefer to be somewhere else. But you have to eat please."
You tried to coax her. But that just earned you a lifeless look from dark circled eyes. You had no night shifts but you were sure that she wasn't sleeping either.
"I'll try to get them to take those of you, okay?"
You promised Wanda, pointing towards her bindings.
That somehow got you a tired nod. You smiled at Wanda and turned towards the next cell.

"Hey, (Y/N)."
Clint greeted you.
"What do we get today?"
He asked, already knowing that it was the same food as the day before.
You just sighed.
"I'm so sorry you guys don't get anything else. I've stared at this food for years already. I just wish I could cook for you."
You would've glared at the camera but you already knew that this did not change anything.
Clint gave a loopside grin at your words.
"Maybe one day."
He offered and you chuckled.
"We will see, Barton."
"By the way your coffee is crap."
He added and you shook your head and changed the trays of food.
"That's Taylor for you."
You commented and gave Clint with his food.
Taylor was the current intern, (you decided not to question how one could become intern in an underwater prison) anyways that was an good for nothing intern that didn't even knew how to brew coffee. On the other side it confirmed your suspicion. The taste buds of everyone working here were already dead. They drank the brew of hell like water. That might even explained the food they were serving.
You sighed and turned your attention back to Clint. Of course you noticed his worried glance to the side; at Wandas cell.
He blamed himself for that. For her being here, looking like a drug addict. If only he would have left her in the Avengers facility…
"She'll be alright."
You assured the archer and took the next tray. Clint looked after you with a tired expression.

With ease you blananced everything from cell to cell.
You exchanged Wandas and Clints empty trays for new ones. The next occupant sat on the floor but soon lifted himself up as you neared the cell.
"Mr. Lang."
"It's Scott, I told you already."
Came the response to your greeting and you grinned. It was fun to banter with Scott, that you realized quickly.
"I know, Mr. Lang."
You said and Scott groaned, seeing your grin.
"You're doing this on purpose."
He accused you and your chuckle gave you away as guilty.
"Here is your food."
You told him and changed the trays, noticing that Scott actually are everything of his previous meal.
"I've been at a place with worse."
The man explained as he noticed your suprised and slightly disgusted glance at the food. You slowly nodded, remembering his files and the news clip you saw.
"Doesn't mean you deserve it."
You responded quietly, wich earned you a wary smile from Scott.
Then you stepped closer to his cell.
"I've got a call from Dr. Pym. Your daughter is well, he told me. He also said that he is working to get you out of here. Same goes with the others."
Scott only nodded, already busy with eating.
You refrained from telling him that things didn't look too well.
Instead you offered a wave and moved on to the last occupied cell in this level.

"Heya, Sam. How's your pretty face doing?"
You asked with a tiny grin.
Sam turned to you, stopping his pacing around.
"Hi, (Y/N)."
You winced at the sight of his face and Sam gave you a soft smile.
"It's nothing."
He assured you but you just frowned.
"Is it just me or is the air heavier 'round here?"
You asked the former soldier and he scrunched up his face.
How that didn't hurt with that black eye of his was beyond you but he didn't even seemed to notice anything.
"Are you still blaming yourself for what happened to Rhodes? That's not your fault, Sam. He got caught in the crossfire."
You made clear.
"Kinda glad it didn't hit you…" You mumbled with your eyes averted to the ground.
On his short stay here you kinda took a liking to Sam, probably more that you should. The friendly flirting between the two of you didn't help much.
You supported the Captain all the way and the government was getting on your nerves but you shouldn't developed a crush on an superhero, an imprisoned even less.
But that realisation came to late, you noticed.
Trying to get rid of those thoughts you looked back at Sam.
His face clearly showed that he was aware of your mumbling but not quite able to understand the words. He didn't pressed the matter, wich only resulted in more plus points for him.
"I know that the thing with James wasn't my fault. But I'm still concerned abou him. Tony looked horrible.
Rhodey was the last one to deserve this. After all he's the only one what actually played by the rules. Always.
And because of the damn government-"
Sam stopped mid sentence and gave you a sorry look but you just shrugged.
"I can't change that I'm working here. I have to earn my money somehow. So don't look like you've personally insulted me."
You smiled at Sam, causing his tension to dissappear.
You changed his trays and moved the empty ones aways. Glancing at your clock you sighed. You shift wasn't going to end anytime soon.
Knowing that you wouldn't find peace in your own quarters, you sat down on in front of Sams cell.

"Mind if I spend my spare time here?"
You asked into the room, your eyes remaining on Sam.
Wanda stayed quiet and the two other men didn't protest in any way.
Sam shrugged.
"At least I can look at something equally as radiant as those bars."
He approved and mimicked you by sitting down on the ground of his cell.
"As I started to work for the government I thought I can gain ranks. Go up and eventually be able to make a change."
You sighed and trailed off.
"They why are you here, handing food to prisoners?"
Sam asked you and you rolled your eyes, leaning against the bars of his cell.
"Well, I kinda tried to stop Ross from going after Banner.
You probably remember the incident in Harlem?" It was a rethorical question so you didn't waited for an actual awnser.
"But Banner is a good man, I believed that he would be able to control it."
Sam tilted his head, studying your backside. He found it interesting to hear how someone as nice as you managed to end up at a place like this.
"I'd say that's true. So? How does that bring you here?"
He inquired. After all he knew Bruce Banner, he had met him a while back. One of Starks many parties that ended in desaster. As far as Sam was concerned there was no reason to make any harsh decisions involving the doctor. You remembered how you got your ticket for this wonderful place and chuckled dryly.
"Ross has an ego bigger that Starks damn tower. I kinda scratched at it so he had me sendt here."
You looked up to a camera. Even though you knew Ross had left this place, busy with other things, you really hoped he would see this.
"Ross is an asshole."
Your statement didn't went without agreeing out of all occupied cells. You took it in with a face between a grin and a frown, going on with finishing off your story.
"I signed some stuff agreeing I would stay quiet and couldn't really leave."
You rubbed your forehead.
"With SHIELDs files all over the place I can probably go. But I dunno where."
You had no problem admitting that but the whole situation made you a little sad.
"I would offer you my help but I'm kinda… restricted?"
Sam responded and you chuckled lightly. This dork always knew how to cheer you up.
Closing your eyes you leaned your head back your thoughts slowly coming to rest.

Only to have you jumping up as you remembered.
"Holy mother of cupcakes, I'm on cleaning duty!"
You turned on your heel, facing Sam with an annoyed expression.
"I'm sorry but I really need to go now."
Sam gave you a smile.
"We can talk later. You for you I promise I'm not going anywhere."
That made you both laugh, despite the unamusing situation you were facing.
From Clints cell you could hear a groan, soon followed by a chuckle.
"If we're actually going to get out of here someday, the two of you really need to hook up."
That made you blush and Sam grin.
"We'll see, buddy."
He neither denied it nor agreed to that.
You meanwhile had made your way towards the exit of this cell block. About to leave you stopped as suddenly an alarm went through the intercom.
"We have an intruder."
Noticing your stop Sam raised his brows.
"You forgot something?"
Quietly you shook your head, your brows furrowing.
"Seems like we're getting company. You invited someone?"
You asked and Sam sighed.
"I knew this little shit wouldn't leave us here."
You didn't understand.
"Who are you ta-"
"It's Captain Rogers!"
Came a cry over the intercom, followed by the sound of metal crashing against walls.
"Oh."
You exclaimed.
After a little while of thinking a smirk formed on your face.
With determination you reached towards the keypad that opened the door out in the hallway but at the same time the cells on the inside.
Once again you looked up at yet another camera.
"I quit."
You stated with a smug expression, entering the code to open the doors.
They you turned around to the now ex-prisoners.
"Today, we will make a field trip."