Pietro didn't think it was possible for time to have passed slower, waiting to be taken away was rather torturous, but after a while the two enemies had been forced to find a pay to amuse themselves, if only for their sanity. They had been playing cards when the helicopter finally rang out overhead, and Pietro glanced up with a sigh. "You owe me a thousand hypothetical dollars," he reminded Iron Man as they left the house to meet them, Pietro still slight unsteady on his feet, and his bruises were starting to show.
He tilted his head at the man, not liking how he spoke like he wasn't really of any consequence. "I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. was American?" Pietro commented absently, flashing the English man a small smirk.