I'm a sharp shooter, and I don't miss (Neila)

"I'm afraid so Neila. It was Tony's orders and he is one of the leaders of the Avengers. Weather you like it or not." Francis said as he put away his bow to come over to her side. However he quickly grabbed his own side as he felt some pain again. Although it had been nearly weaks since the injury at the bank he still was recovering from that inncident. It took awhile to heal up bullet wounnds apaprently. There would probably be a scar there to. "I'm alright I'm sorry you had to see that. It was just sharp pain at my side." Francis said as he looked back at her, how could he all of a sudden show weakness towards her? If anything she could have used this as an advantage, he was after all a simple human, not a mutant, nor even a human that had super powers. Death could come far easier to him than the others.

Francis was a bit surprised on that as she didn't attack her in return. It would have been easy for her if she did that. "You could have hit me easily there while I was down. Maybe you're not so bad Neila." Francis said as he took out some handcuffs and put them around Neila's hands. Though he still felt the pain from the injury he was doing his best to ignore it. "I'll bring you down to the cells and tell Tony later." Francis said as he began to lead the way for Neila. As they began to leave he heard the iron door lifting and it seemed that the rooms were starting to come back to normal as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah I figured that part out already. You owed me something for helping you out earlier." Francis said as he merely ignored the glare as he began to lead her down to the lower floors were the supervillians or just criminals were kept. However he stopped as he turned back to face her. "What kind of offer are you talking about? And who's he?" He asked crossing his arms to wait to see what she had to say about it.

"Then why'd you bring it up in the first place? If you want to be solo, then be solo. I flew solo on several missions and it's he best for me. Sure I can team up with others, but we're bound to argue the entire time on the mission." Francis said rolling his eyes at her smile. If anything he wasn't about to let her get under his nerves. He knew girls could try and do that, and some boys could too if they bothered him enough. "In fact I think the solo thing runs in my family. Before my father joined he Avengers he was on his own for most of it. And I just learned off of him."

Francis shrugged, "Yeah I guess so. But still we're both flying solo on most of our missions. That's what makes us similar." He added as he began to head towards the elevator. The elevator was a bit damaged from when Neila had gone through it, but it was still working at least. And there was more than one, so they had an option of picking. Plus some elevators only went to certain parts of the building, while others did the entire floor. "You're lucky though that we have more than one elevator here. Otherwise the people on the higher up floors couldn't get down easily." He added as he opened the new one so they could go down to the prison area. Tony would have to pay people for the damages and let them repair it, unless he wanted to do it on his own.

"Just shut it Neila. You're constant complaining and whining isn't helping this situation." Francis said as he raised his voice a bit, it was almost the same way he would have done it with his father. But he was getting tired of having to put up with Neila's voice. Couldn't she just act mature enough? All she had to was walk to the cell and ha'd be the end of that. But from the guess of it Tony would put him in as the guard to her cell. That would make his day ten times worse since he was already stuck with her. It wasn't long before they reached the floor level were the cells were placed.

Now he was starting to dread something, what if he was the one that had to listen to Neila's constant complaining? He had to become the guarder of her door? He hoped not. Since they first met they had been arguing non stop, at this rate he doubted he'd even get close to her like a friend, or even convince her to become a hero. Whatever the case, Francis didn't seem to be in the mood for her constant attitude as she complained about everything. Sure he did, but it was not near as bad as Neila's attitude. "And some of it was my fault, however not all of it was. I dragged you here trying to see if I could get you loose. And I did. That was a team mate of mine who ordered it. If Tony hadn't shown up I would have let you go just that one time. I don't really believe in second chances any more...." He however trailed off realizing that he was starting to rant. The very reason why he didn't believe in second chances was because of his mother and father. They had a chance to reuinite but never did, and it puzzled his mind on why they could never come back to the way that they used to be. The way he knew them and how they were as a family when he had been young. Those had been happy times, but now they were in the past.