Scorch marks covered the ground beneath Marinas feet, burns covering her skin and holes placed into her outfit as Stark patrolled around her, repulsors ready to be shot.

She was tiring, the damage done to her body finally taking its toll. Her legs trembled beneath her, arms Lino at her sides as she tiredly watched Tony flying in circles above her. She wiped the blood from her split mouth and bust nose, shaky breathes leaving her as she fought to keep her eyes open.

She huffed when Tony shot at her again, the beam of his repulsors skimming at her already scorched arm and she failed to dodge properly.

Steve and Bucky had just successfully escaped, and that's exactly when everything properly caught up to Marina.

She became light headed, sight going fuzzy and stomach churning as Stark rushed of to save Rhodes.

In her last will of power, she threw out an orb of glittered power, Rhodes getting sucked up into that and reappearing softly on the ground. A couple seconds later. Passed out, but no major harm done.

All eyes moved to Marina, her legs buckling beneath her until darkness engulfed her as she fell to the floor.
Pietro zoomed straight for her, Wanda, Clint and Sam following behind with Scott passed out somewhere else.

Pietro scooped her up into his arms, resting her head on his lap as he sat. Clint and Wanda examined the damage done to her, bitterness pitting in their stomachs.

"Stark!" Barton growled, pulling back an arrow on his bow and releasing it, headed straight for the tin mans shit.

Electric shocks pulsed through the suit and it shut down, rendering Stark defenceless but all the others were too tired and pained to take that to their advantage.

The remains of Team Cap were herded onto a jet, heading for underwater pressurised prison.

~Time Skip~

When Marina finally awoke, she found herself in a isolated, empty room with white walls and one glass wall that gave her a view of the others, who were also in cells. Her arms and stomach still hurt, face still wet with blood that indicated she hadn't been tended to for her wounds. She cautiously looked down, confused as to why she wasn't able to move her arms, then she realised why.

She was in a straight jacket, an electric collar also wrapped around her neck that zapped her when she shrieked in pain as the buckles of the jacket rubbed against her burns. It was a never ending cycle, the buckle would constantly rub and so she would scream and scream from the pain of her burns and the electric shock pulsing in from the collar through her neck and into her body.

Clint, Sam, Pietro and Scott roared for her to be released, guards looking in at her state and just shrugging of the shouts of the boys and ignoring the pained cries of the girl as they began to converse amongst each other once more. Wanda was in the same situation as Marina, however, she had luckily not put herself in this cycle of pain that wouldn't stop like Marina had.

The telekinetic just sat there, eyes void of emotion as she sucked herself into her own mind of fear. Not daring to speak or move as she knew she would face the same fate as Marina who was in the cell next to her.

Stark has been and gone, receiving the information he needed from Sam and heading out once more to attempt to set things straight. That was over six hours ago. Marina had awoken four hours after he had left and had been shrieking and screaming for the past two.

Clints and Sam's knuckles were not bust and bloody from repeatedly punching at the glass in hopes of freeing themselves to free Marina and Wanda. Scott's voice had ran dry from the constant shouting at the guards as he cussed them out and Pietro's leg was possibly fractured from kicking at the glass one too many times.

Marina fell silent after awhile, her voice red raw and burning from the screams that had ripped from her throat. She now just rocked back and forth, whimpers leaving her lips as tears cascades down her bloody face.

An alarm was set of over the cells, the guards turning around and rushing out the door straight away to see what the chaos was. Their bodies soon dropped to the floor, a figure walking about in the shadows of the room as Sam and Clint stood from their cells beds and walked to the glass of the cell.

The form slowly stepped from the shadows, a triumphant smirk on his face as he looked at Sam who sighed in relief.

Steve.