We Need You.

Tony had been slaving away over his equipment all night. His Peter was out Spider-Maning at the moment and Quentin was quite vocal about not wanting Fury to discover his bundles of joy, and he'd respect those wishes. So it was up to him and the members of The Sinister Six. Stark made sure to send the kids back to their rooms with a convincing excuse so that he could stay here and talk.

Otto was sat nicely on one of the couches with his cup of tea, paying attention to every point and anything else Stark was expressing. Kraven didn't like Tony, nor did Tony like him, but Octavius had made him help, so he was also seated, messing with his spear and trying not to pay attention. Max was very fond of Tony, even with all the past troubles he was always soft with Dillon and he and Beck were shockingly friends as well, so of course he'd help. Dmitri didn't have an opinion on either of them, he was just there to get out of the bus and do something entertaining.

Not only that, but the leader of said Sinister Six had also gotten some of the other members involved. Flint Marko, otherwise recognized as The Sandman. Curt Connors, or The Lizard. Norman Osborn, thankfully, not the other guy, but he's better known for his role of Green Goblin. A total of eight extra helpers.

The genius began to explain his vision. Sneaking on the ship didn't work, so what if instead they snuck up on the man instead? If they surrounded Fury, they could take Quentin back by force. Foolproof! There was no way for it to fail.

Meanwhile, with S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury was on a mission at the moment with Maria. They were hunting down an alien that had escaped the hellicarrier. The good news was that they were hovering above wilderness, not the city, so what fun would a hiking trip be.

"I've got some tracks over here." Miss Hill expressed.

"Is it our guy?"

"Think so."

"Good, alert the agents, I'll stay here in case it comes this way."

"Yes sir." Maria chuckled before leaving the man. Fury checked his iPad to make sure he was still on the right track. Thankfully the location seemed to be spot on, so if the creature were to pass through here, he'd see it.

The silence was concerning, even for the middle of nowhere. Nick called out for his agents and partner, but he didn't get a response back. Okay, that was worrying. So he made sure his gun was still attached to his hip before walking further away. Surely it was nothing serious. That was until the sound of a stick snapping from behind him.

Oh great.

It didn't take long for the members to surround the director in a circle. They had done it before he was able to draw his weapon too. With Max's electricity being able to paralyze the man to stop him from moving… they might actually pull it off. The boss's eyebrows furrowed in anger when that damn Avenger landed in front of him. He just didn't give up.

"Wasn't expecting this, Nick, were you?" His voice echo'd inside that suit. Fury couldn't respond and to be honest, he started getting a little worried. If backup didn't arrive soon, they might actually free Mysterio. They *couldn't* have that.

"Didn't expect you to answer anyway, no worries." Stark joked before making his way closer, "You don't mind if I borrow this, do you? Or, permanently, keep it forever."

Fuck.

That son of a bitch popped his helmet open, and boy did he have the biggest grin on his face as he pulled back one of the flaps of the man's coat. Fury could be seen trying to break free, but even if he were able to, it would be too late as the Prison Realm was now in Iron Man's palms. The sigh of relief that the man had let out while backing away from the spy was chilling. Right then and there, he could cry. Quentin was back where he belonged, in his arms.

But you know what they say.

All good things don't last.

Quickly, the rescue group glanced up to see the hellicarrier coming in for a landing. Well, no matter, he had what he wanted. God, he wished he would have left right then and there instead of lingering around to demand the director to tell him how to open it. He had made a lot of mistakes, but this one? It was up there.

Nick had prepared for this and before Tony knew it, an agent up upon the entrance of the ship was able to completely yank it out of his hands with no warning. Please, no.

"NO!" Tony screamed, his helmet covering his face as he started to make his way upwards. He didn't care about Fury at the moment, he didn't have the box this time. He was so close. He could practically smell Quentin's scent, that's how close he had been. They aren't going to take it from him, not now.

The thing about love... is it blinds you. Tony had no time to think about things, and he was easily lured right into the trap that took the spies so long to set up. Instantly lead right into one of the maximum security cells. Once he had realized what he got himself into, the rage was drowned out by the crippling sadness as the agent he was hunting stood outside the prison.

"You didn't really think that plan through, did you, Mr. Stark?" He teased.

Tony couldn't even pay attention to his face. Only the white cube that was being tossed lightly in the person's gloved hands. Quentin... he was right there, so close. Just a layer of glass between them. He had it... he literally had it… right in his hands. No. Not this easily.

"I'm guessing Fury doesn't pay well, I'll give you a million dollars if you just- let me have it, please." He begged.

The staff member, known as John, just shook his head no before moving his arm to behind his back to hide it from the desperate hero's view. "I'm sorry, sir, but Fury's orders are strict on this one. Mysterio is not allowed to be released. Ever."

"But why?" Tony cut off, "Why can't any of you see how hard he has been trying to better himself. Everybody has done fucked up things, what matters is he feels bad for fuck's sake... how many bad people actually feel guilty about something evil they've done???"

John didn't budge, as he only made his point again. "It's not my decision. Director Fury will be here to assist you shortly." And with that, the young agent turned and walked away. God, you could hear the Avenger's pleads from down the hallways. His desperate cries and begging were nothing like his reputation. Why did a bad person mean so much to him?

When Tony's backup realized that they were going to be arrested, Otto had left with them. He knew Tony and he knew Fury wouldn't do anything since he was a superhero, but for them? It was bad news. He'd make it up to him later, but they had to skedaddle.

Nick Fury was relieved once the Prison Realm was back, tucked safely in his trench coat. That, that was a close call. He couldn't have that happen again. He reassured the young agent that he had no reason to feel guilty. Stark was clearly manipulated and hadn't seen it yet. Besides, he'd be dealing with him personally.

When the spy had arrived at the cell holding the Avenger, he was a little surprised. He expected Tony to be trying to blast his way out of containment. Ram himself into walls or mess with loose wires... but no. Instead, he sat there slumped against the wall. The mask had no emotion, but it didn't need any, as his body language told the whole story.

He'd get over it.

Nick attempted to talk to him, but Tony only opened his faceplates to show the man his heartbreaking teary eyes before flipping him the bird. Well fine, whatever, he didn't want to talk to Stark anyway. He was always stubborn. He'd just skip to the release.

Eventually, the hellicarrier had reached their property before landing in the field. The director requested for his moving team to carefully transport Iron Man from the onboard cell, to a portable one so that he could be moved off the ship. As they pushed his glass enclosure, Tony didn't even make a small attempt to get out. He just stayed seated, depressingly slumped against the wall. Whatever, makes their job easier.

Tony didn't even care that he was being dumped in the field like a lost package. He didn't care that they were leaving him in this trap as the hellicarrier began to take back off into the sky. Somebody would find him eventually, but his freedom didn't matter to him. He had *failed.* Again.

He has failed Quentin twice.

He got even closer this time, but he was still a big fat failure. He couldn't do anything. He had a team of eight, and he *still* failed. He'd give anything to switch places with Quentin. He was just as bad of a person, so why didn't he meet the same fate? Why did society treat him like the enemy but still allow him to live like a hero? It wasn't fair.

You know what.

He hopes nobody finds him. He hopes he rots in this locked box.

No.

He had to think of everyone else. By everyone else, he meant Peter. Well, and Morgan. He can't forgive himself for his failure, but he'd have to ignore it as always because dammit, aside from Quentin, those two meant everything to him. The repulsor blasts and shattering of glass filled his ears as he escaped his small prison.

Fine.

Not today.

For Peter and Morgan.

For Quentin.

Tony Stark would not give up on himself. Not yet.