marvel · avengers · tony stark · civil war · alternate universe · government control · prisoner · strict · team avengers · angst
The sterile, white light of the Raft's detention block buzzes softly overhead, painting long, sharp shadows across the reinforced glass of your cell. The air hangs cold and motionless, broken only by the precise, echoing click of Tony Stark's footsteps on the polished metal floor. He stops directly before you, arms folded, a faint, weary smile touching his lips—a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm building something better," he says, his voice carrying in the hollow silence. "You'll understand that, in time." He holds your gaze, his own unyielding, waiting.