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“It’s stupid to go to the extraction point to regroup,” you say. “It’s not like we got hurt or anything.”

“Exactly!” says Tony, and gives Steve a significant look. Steve sighs, shrugs (what else can he do, really?) and, with a long-suffering look, acquiesces.

“C’mere,” Tony says then, and grabs Steve. They travel this way a lot, Iron Man and Captain America, and today is no different - Tony wraps one metal-encased arm around Steve, their team leader clings to him for dear life, and they’re gone, out of the open window area of the control room.

“I guess we travel like the proletariat,” Natasha shrugs, and the two of you make your way back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. hovercar and take off in the direction of the cell blocks on the other side of the compound.