Bad things coming

"Thank you Mike." Tony read the young man's tag as he took the pass handed to him, he gave a smile to Mike.

"Uh yeah, no problem..." He mumbled, slowly turning back to his computer. "You can go ahead then."

"Thank you for your help." Tony said giving his best winning grin to the young man.

"It's fine, really." The young man quickly replied, trying to focus on his work. After a moment though he turned back towards Tony and pointed towards a hall. "It's that way by the way. If you act like you're supposed to be there, people will pay less attention..." He said quietly, giving Tony a knowing look. The 'work' he'd been focusing on was an email he'd received from Fury himself.

Tony looked were the young man pointed as he pinned on his badge, he nodded again as he readied himself. "Thank you again." He said almost quietly, knowing he was going to have to wing it. But he was good at making himself look like he was supposed to be places, that has been a huge part in how he had made it in the business world.

The young man simply nodded, not turning to look back at Tony at all. "Go on." He said.

Tony nodded and walked towards where the the one man had pointed, walking towards the labs he would be working in for a while. It would be easy to look like he belonged, the fame he had might be a little harder to deal with.

In his cell, Clint was sitting on the single bed with his knees to his chest, staring at the floor. He'd only been there a few hours but he already hated the room. It looked more like a room from an asylum in a movie, rather than an actual jail cell.
He had no idea Fury was sending Tony, so he was trying his best to remember what had happened when he'd (according to what the Council accused him of) supposedly attacked and killed the other SHIELD agents, waiting for whenever it was Fury was able to return.

Tony snuck down to the area Fury had told him they were keeping Clint. Thankfully Fury had some pull with most of the guards and it had been easy to go visit the archer. He'd only be allowed couple of minutes, but he'd be able to get Fury an update. "Barton?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Clint quickly looked up from where he was sitting. "Stark?" A look of relief appeared on his face. "Fury sent you, didn't he; you're here to get me out...?"

Tony sighed softly, "Fury can't get you out yet... I'm here to keep an eye out and make sure they treat you right... I'm working the floor above."

"Oh." Clint frowned. "Right..." He looked away thern, brushing a hand through his short hair, not bothering to hide that he was worried.

"They're treating you alright?" Tony asked softly.

Clint was silent for a moment, brushing a hand through his hair. "Uh...yeah; sure."