The black transport plane was like a steel bird, slowly descending through dense thunderclouds streaked with lightning. It hovered above the churning waves, where a blazing white glow flickered beneath the roaring, heaving sea, as though some colossal beast were stirring countless violent whirlpools.
"Isolated Island Prison Control Center, requesting permission to land." The pilot presented the electronic pass of a S.H.I.E.L.D. commander.
The three people wearing electromagnetic shackles on their wrists and ankles—Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and Falcon—could not help looking down through the side windows.
This secret prison in the North Atlantic was said to be specifically designed to hold superpowered criminals. Its defenses were airtight, leaving almost no possibility of escape.
It was called "Isolated Island" because it normally rested two thousand meters below sea level. At such depths, unless it was a submersible specially built for deep-sea exploration, even a body of steel would be crushed flat by the immense water pressure.
When this deep-sea prison surfaced, it resembled an isolated island in the vast ocean, hence its name.
The surging waves roared as the blazing white light pierced the surface. An incomparably massive black "giant island" slowly rose, like a metal island thrusting up from the earth, radiating a grim, solid, weighty presence. Driven by powerful nuclear engines, Isolated Island Prison tore through the violent whirlpools and floated steadily upon the empty sea.
Amid the raging wind and rain, the transport plane swayed as it landed on the platform. After a brief descent, it entered the prison's interior.
The three criminals, their movements restricted, would be escorted by soldiers clad in light armor, changed into blue prison uniforms, and sent to isolation cells. What awaited them was a long sentence with no end in sight.
"Hey, Captain Rogers. I never expected we would meet