"I heard someone built a big wheel, mimicking Men in Black 3, to celebrate The Raft prison's opening today."
Tony, having landed, watched Jackson Whelen being pulled out of the giant wheel by the NYPD. He opened his faceplate. Peter, perched on the wall nearby, interjected, "I think it's more like a Ferris wheel, though it's too small."
"These days, anyone dares to call themselves a supervillain. I wonder what I'll encounter next—a thief on a rocket-powered skateboard?"
Tony expressed genuine disdain for these supervillains who completely lacked any sense of proper image, even feeling it was a waste of resources to lock this guy up in The Raft.
"Alright, kid, Cap and Hulk have to escort the Abomination into The Raft. And we've still got work to do. Your old friends like Shocker and Mysterio are waiting for an upgrade in accommodation."
Tony smiled as he assigned Peter his next task: to go meet his old friends, Shocker and Mysterio, and transfer them to The Raft as well.
"And... I believe having a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent along will put Fury's mind at ease."
Tony looked at Cindy, including her in the plan. "Alright, let's go."
The Avengers' temporary prison wasn't in some remote, out-of-the-way place; it was actually in the basement of Avengers Tower. Both Herman Schultz, the Shocker, and Quentin Beck, Mysterio, were held there.
The prison was quite humanitarian. Peter actually had reservations about whether prisoners needed to be treated better than they were before entering prison. Not just him, but Cap and Iron Man, based on their different perspectives and personal experiences, also believed that criminals could retain basic human rights but didn't need special privileges.
Unfortunately, the person in charge of the Avengers' temporary prison was Hank Pym. Dr. Pym was a thorough humanitarian, so... for now, they were living quite comfortably.
"And The Raft prison was designed entirely by me, from its blueprints to its regulations... Oh, the regulations drew inspiration from Russian and East Asian models. I certainly don't think letting them play games and watch TV in prison is a way to reform them."
Tony grumbled about Pym's leniency in the elevator as he led Peter and Cindy to the bottom floor.
Herman and Beck were each in a cell, both looking quite well. Beck was simply lying quietly on his bed, covered with a small blanket. Hearing the door open, he pulled back the blanket for a glance, then covered himself again.
Herman, however, came to the edge of his cell and, upon seeing Spider-Man, became quite excited: "Hey! Spider! Little Spider! I'm here."
"Long time no see, Herman." Spider-Man walked to the cell door. Herman immediately complained, "I've been locked up for about ten days to half a month, and this is the first time you've come to see me."
What's with the resentment...?
"Actually, I only joined the Avengers last Sunday, and then I went on a mission in Southeast Asia."
After a brief explanation, Peter watched Tony unlock the electronic door and then explained to Herman, "And, you'll both be transferred to a proper prison very soon. We probably won't be able to see each other as often."
Herman nodded, looking at Peter with a hint of gratitude. "Thank you, Spider-Man, you still remember my name."
"Of course, I remember. You were the first supervillain I ever met, buddy. But listen, if you ever get out, Stark Industries might have a job for you. Just try not to cause trouble anymore."
As Peter spoke, he took the high-tech restraints Tony handed him. Next, they were going to escort these supercriminals to The Raft prison.
In many Marvel universes, The Raft prison is an isolated island prison built on the Hudson River in New York. However, the Raft prison built by Tony is a floating metal behemoth on the high seas, not under the jurisdiction of any country.
It's worth noting that although The Raft prison was funded by Tony, legally, the Avengers have no law enforcement authority. Therefore, the actual owner of this prison is S.H.I.E.L.D. They operate as an agency under the United Nations, allowing this prison adrift on the high seas to function normally and legally.
It also means that the United States has no jurisdiction over The Raft prison. The only entity with jurisdiction isn't even S.H.I.E.L.D., but the higher-level World Security Council.
Another Quinjet landed, carrying Peter and the others. As they disembarked, Tony proudly introduced The Raft's features: "Powered by 12 large arc reactors, capable of sustained operation for over a hundred years. It can function normally with just three reactors running."
"Based on the Cosmic Cube's energy readings, we've developed molecular recombination and displacement disruptors. No teleportation is possible within five kilometers of the prison. Specialized demagnetizing fields permeate the prison; not even Magneto could move a single nail inside."
Tony, with a confident air, walked towards Cap, who was checking on the prisoners. "Cap, how's the situation?"
"Pretty good. Blonsky (Abomination), Ulysses Klaw, and the Shocker and Mysterio you brought, plus some other supercriminals."
Cap looked at Tony and asked the question Peter had also been wanting to ask: "But can the security here be guaranteed? These are all supercriminals. If there's a breakout, safety can't be assured."
"This is the high seas, Cap, no country within a 400-kilometer radius. Every prisoner's equipment is confiscated and transferred to Avengers Tower when they're brought to The Raft. And if necessary, guys like Abomination will have special management, with special cells."
Tony said with considerable confidence, "To ensure the guards aren't bribed, Hank and I collaborated on designing a highly intelligent robotic guard. I handle the physical construction, he handles the system."
Peter had a bad feeling.
"Can I ask what this guard is called?"
"Ultron. Why?"
Peter felt even worse now.
"Will there be an AI uprising or something?"
"Don't be silly, kid. This is the real world, not some movie or game." Tony looked at Peter as if he were an idiot. "Ultron doesn't have self-iteration capabilities, and its intelligence level is lower than J.A.R.V.I.S. There's no danger."
No danger, really?
Perhaps not right now, Peter thought, deciding to remain cautious. He scratched his head and walked with Cindy and the two criminals towards the cells.
Both Herman and Quentin, stripped of their equipment, were just ordinary people, so they were placed in standard cells. Each cell here was isolated, with transparent walls on both sides facing corridors, ensuring guards could monitor them at all times.
As for the cells themselves, they were roughly three meters wide, three meters high, and five meters long—not too small, not too big. Inside, there was a toilet, a wooden board nailed to the wall serving as a shelf, a transparent table and chair without drawers, and a bed.
"Study hard, reform well, Herman. I'll come see you every time it's my turn to bring someone in."
Peter then looked at Beck, whom Cindy had locked in his cell. Herman spoke up.
"It's fine, I'll look after him. After all, we were both sent in by Spider-Man."
I said I wouldn't dig holes, but I did anyway.