There was a great silence from Thor, all encompassing and brooding. This felt like a loss of James all over again but he could not bring himself to send James to Hel. He could not bring himself to send Steven’s counterpart with him. He was weak in that regard. So he was silent and left in his tent, refusing to even see Loki for the moment, and Steven and James were returned to their cells.

Tony stood at the bars, shouting, when he saw Steve Rogers being half pushed and half dragged towards their cage. “Hey, hey, what happened?!” Steve was back a little too….quickly. Especially if they had expected him to play along with their program. That worried Tony. That fact that Steve’s head was down, bowed, and his feet were barely moving? That was scary.

No one said a word as Steve was tossed back into the cell, and Tony, still standing there with his broken nose, was yanked out. He wasn’t allowed to walk, he was too short for the Aesir guards, and so he snarked at the two men as he carried him back the way Steve had come, passed the Soldier who was unconscious, and into the darkness.

That left Clint to tend to Steve. He had already been tended for his tongue but that didn’t mean he was awake and so the archer stood pathetic guard over the man who had been his leader for all of ten minutes in a fight to the capture.