They never thought they had to do this again. To reach for your help. You had been an essential member of the Avengers till you imprisoned at The Raft since, well, none of it had been good for your psyche.

The Avengers were in a situation that only you could help with. So—they needed you back. Working with them would probably lift your sentence anyway. A little compensation.

The Avengers stood on the opposite side of the transparent, reinforced glass that separated you from them. A guard stood by—eyeing both of you closely.