You should read Quicksilver, Phage, and Borrowed Time before reading this as this story will probably make little to no sense without the context of those stories.
As always, I hope to feature brothers, family, and friends.
This is not in continuity with the current MCU, so quite a few characters and plots will not appear. For some idea of how the MCU is constantly changing, check out this interesting article:
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Over the intercom, the announcer reminded passengers not to leave luggage unattended for at least the third time in ten minutes. In the gate, passengers milled and sighed, waiting to board the plane. Movement was slow and methodical, the group narrowing to a single-file line as they approached the gate attendant. Tickets slid over the scanner, and a gentle electronic buzz allowed the passenger to enter the door and walk into the plane on the other side of a questionably sturdy hallway.
The attendant took a ticket, scanned it, handed it back after the necessary tone.
"Thank you, Miss Creed," the attendant said as the passenger walked forward.
The passenger paused, tilted her head. Her eyes slid to the side, glanced quickly back at the attendant, who was checking in the next passenger. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing to be alarmed by.
She stepped to the side, turned, and walked back into the gate. Other passengers watched her pass with mild curiosity or alarm. The attendant paused in her duties and called out.
"Miss Creed?"
She kept on. She didn't run. Running would make it worse.
"Miss Creed?" There was a note of panic now. She quickened her pace; she couldn't help it. She knew what was about to happen.
"Lynn!"
This from the side, away from the gate. She looked up, to the left. Clint Barton had both hands up, gripping a bow. Aimed square at her heart.
She ran.
Steve and Sif barred her path in the opposite direction. She kept her pace, her backpack thumping against her back with every step. She couldn't beat them both, but she didn't have to. She leapt when she was close enough and sailed over both of their heads, coming down into a roll. Back up to her feet, and back into her pace.
She never broke her stride.
Natasha tackled her from the right, and they went down together in a tangle of frenzied limbs. Both already trying to gain the upper hand, to force the other to the ground. She balled her fist and aimed for Natasha's jaw. Natasha twisted her arm to the side and she punched the floor. The carpet sagged, the concrete underneath cracked from the force. Natasha looked scared.
"Lynn," she gasped. "You need to stop."
"Do I?" Lynn spoke with slight inflection, the barest tilt at the end of the phrase. She reared back for another punch. Natasha squeezed her fist and the electric shock made Lynn flinch. She wrapped a hand around the wrist brace and squeeze. The metal cracked in two.
"Lynn," Natasha said, but Lynn was already up and running again. Natasha panted and held a hand to one ear.
"She's going north," she said.
"I'll get her," Tony replied.
The automated announcer was gone from the intercom, replaced by a man urging all passengers to evacuate the building for their safety. People screamed and cleared out of her way as she ran; her image coated the screens across the airport now. JARVIS' doing.
She could hear them behind her, converging, calling her name. She knew airport security would have the exits covered, and behind them, Bruce Banner would be waiting his turn.
She veered and ran straight for a window. She braced, twisted to put her shoulder forward, and leapt. The glass shattered from the blow and she fell two stories to the ground.
Tony caught her, or she caught him – either way he slammed into her with his suit, and they tumbled through the air as she fought, kicked and tore at the metal.
"Lynn, stop it!" He grabbed at her wrists, tried to wrap a leg around one of hers, anything to restrain her movements. She screamed and punched his side, into his metal stomach. Her hand penetrated the metal. She grabbed as many cords, tubes, metal pieces as she could fit in one fist and pulled her hand free. The suit sputtered and swayed under a sudden partial loss of function.
Tony spun her in mid-air and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Stop it, kid!" Tony tightened his arms as much as he dared. He didn't want to hurt her.
Lynn screamed and rammed her head back against his, throwing him off course. He swerved lower to the ground. She forced his arms open with a heave, grabbed the first wrist she could, and flung him over and down, into the ground. He tumbled several feet as she continued forward. She landed in a graceless roll, tucked her arms and threw out a leg. She slammed a foot against the ground and stopped herself. Stood and drew her gun in a single fluid movement, a gun which the metal detectors hadn't seen. The gun he had made for her.
She pointed it at the center of his forehead. His hands were raised.
"Lynn," he said. She stared. The helmet retracted. He looked sad, broken.
"Lynn," he said again. He pushed to his feet, his hands still raised on either side of his head. The gun rose as well, tracking that spot. He was sweating.
Lynn stared in silence. She tilted her head to the side, slightly. She could hear the others coming, closing in. She sniffed hard, once, and looked up at the shattered glass. Natasha and Clint stood side by side. Clint was calling out to her.
She looked at Tony and pulled the trigger twice. His hands moved to block the first bullet; Steve's shield flew in front of him, deflecting the second.
Lynn snarled and turned her aim to Steve. In the same moment, an arrow struck her throat; a thin metal collar burst from the end and surrounded her throat. She gagged and grabbed the edge of the collar to rip it free. Electricity sparked from the collar, seizing her body. She convulsed, cried out. The shock stopped, and she dropped to her hands and knees, gasping.
She looked up at Tony, panting.
"Get this thing off me," she said, her voice low.
"Hit her again," Clint said over the comms. Steve stepped to Tony's side, the two men looking down at Lynn as she snarled at both of them.
"F-"
Her body convulsed again, and she fell.