Alright, just to set the stage a little bit: This takes place about four months after the events of Civil War and before Spider-man: Homecoming. The Peter Parker in this is the MCU version from Civil War. I don't know what is going to happen in the new Spider-man movie yet but I will be utilizing the characters seen in the trailer. I am taking creative liberty with parts of some of the lives of some Avengers.

I do not own any of the Avengers or their respective movies.

Steve Rogers crouched at the top of a building in Queens, NY, while eyeing the alley below him. His eyes quickly scanned the other buildings to make sure the rest of his team was in place. He could barely see the outline of Clint on the roof of the building opposite him or Wanda crouching on a hidden fire escape at the back of the alley. Eyes flicking up for a brief second assured him that Sam was circling the area, going in and out of cloud cover so most New Yorkers who bothered to look up would think he was just a giant hawk.

"Black SUV coming in hot from the south. Lights off. Think this is our guy?" Scott Lang's voice sounded over the earpiece.

"Probably, it's about 5 minutes from the exchange time Nat found on the dark web," Steve responded. After he had broken the others out of Ross' underwater prison, the group had taken refuge in Wakanda, partially for Steve to observe the progress Wakandan scientists made on saving Bucky and partially to have an outpost for them to find the remaining branches of Hydra. Natasha had joined them not long after the break out and together with Clint they had located a few scattered throughout Europe. However a few nights ago Nat had come across an exchange between two branches discussing a "secret weapon" that take out any military weapon in the galaxy. No one was sure if that was an exaggeration or actual fact, but either way they had agreed they needed to check it out and confiscate this supposed weapon of mass destruction. That was what lead them to this situation: hiding out in the middle of the night in Queens, trying not to be discovered by the police, Tony, or his new pet spider.

"I wonder what this 'secret weapon' is they mentioned. From the messages they sent back and forth you would think they were transporting the Queen of England," Sam chimed in.

"Whatever it is I want us to confiscate it as quickly and safely as possible. 'Make sure it's down for at least a day with the special dosage' gave me a bad feeling about this weapon," Steve said just as he heard the drone of an engine from the alley entrance. Just as Scott said, a black SUV turned into the opening and slowly crawled about mid-way down. The driver left the engine on as three other men opened the various passenger doors. They walked out in front of the car and waited. A few minutes went by before dark figures emerged from the building Clint was hiding on top of. There were about four of them, clearly male based on their stature, who stopped a few feet away from the first group.

"Well? Do you have it?" One of the men from the car asked.

"Yes. But first we need to know you are who you say you are," someone from the second group responded. This one had a heavy New York accent.

The first one who spoke walked forward and handed the New Yorker a flash drive, which he took back to the building. After what felt like hours the man opened up the door, but rather than joining the group again he instead held the door wide open for another man. This one was carrying a big duffle bag with both of his arms.

"Here's the weapon. Handle it with care, it's been unstable recently."

"That's it. Go, go, go!" Steve said into the microphone. "Careful with the bag!"

Clint fired an arrow in between the two groups, cutting the man with duffle bag off before he could hand off the weapon. Wanda used her powers to lift the bag into the air as Sam swooped down to catch it. Steve jumped off the roof and landed between the men, throwing his shield at duffle bag man, who was looking into the air like a lost puppy.

"The Avengers! Clear out!" He heard someone yell. The men from the van ran back to the doors and jumped in. The others ran to the door the New Yorker was still holding open.

"Scott and I've got the van Steve, you and Wanda get the others," Clint yelled over the mic.

"Got it Barton, be careful." Steve ran at the door, throwing his shield to keep it from closing. He slipped inside with Wanda right behind him but stopped once he entered. There was no one to be found. "Dang it!"

"Language, Steve." Sam laughed.

"Not now Sam. This group got away, the room is empty. We'll search the rest of the building but I don't see where they could have gotten off to."

"I just blew out their tire. Wanda, wanna help us give Stark a present?" Clint asked.

"It would be my pleasure," Wanda glanced over to Steve who nodded his head signaling the go ahead. Once Wanda ran off, Steve wandered around the room. He knocked on the walls, opened all of the cabinets, and analyzed every piece of the room he got to until Sam's voice filled his ears.

"Steve, you need to get to the Quinjet ASAP."

"Hang on, Sam. I need to find where these guys escaped from."

"NOW." Steve sighed and ran out of the building. It took a few minutes to get to the warehouse they parked the jet at. Sprinting up the walkway he found Nat and Sam standing at the medical table.

"What is so important about this weapon?" he asked. Neither of teammates responded to his question. They just looked at him and moved to clear his line of sight. He was not expecting what he saw at all. Laying on the table, the bag spread out, was a girl. Despite being curled in fetal position, Steve could gather she was about five feet tall and unhealthily thin. Her skin was pale, so pale Steve pick out her veins individually. He was afraid to touch her for fear of breaking her, she seemed to almost be a porcelain doll someone hadn't cared for. It was clear that she hadn't seen a shower in a while; her hair was matted and dirt was on her face and under her nails. She wore a hospital gown which was open in the back, the bumps of her spine looking as though they would rip through the skin trying to cover them. He stepped closer to examine her face; there was something about it that Steve could not put a finger on. It didn't seem all that familiar but it gave him a warm, peaceful feeling. He was confused since he was sure he had never met her before. But then again, this poor girl looked like she had been through hell. Her cheeks were shallow and there were dark bruises under her eyes. There was dried blood on her lips and hand marks around her neck. Figuring out her age was difficult but Steve gathered she was around 16 or 17. He looked up at the other two in the room, who had moved to stand next to each other. "It…it's a girl. The weapon is a teenage girl?"

"What!?" Scott, Clint, and Wanda all yelled into their mics.

"The bag was holding a girl." Sam's eyes never left Steve's. They were both thinking the same thing. They could not take her back to Wakanda. Although it would be safe, their scientists were working night and day to help Bucky. T'Challa had been so accommodating to all of them; they could not ask him to store a potentially deadly enhanced, if that's what the girl was. There was only one other place that could take care of this situation and be a safe haven for all of them, if he was willing to speak to the team.

"When you guys drop off the present, stay there. We're coming to meet you," Steve said as he quickly ran to the controls. The engine whirred to life and the walkway closed. Sam strapped the girl onto the table before joining Nat on the passenger bench.

"Are you sure about this?" Nat asked.

"It's the only other place we'll be safe at."

"He could easily call Ross and have us stored in that underwater prison."

"I would like to give him the benefit of the doubt here."

"I don't."

"Let's just see what happens." The rest of the trip was silent. Only when the compound filled the glass did they interact. Sam picked up the girl and they all quickly exited the plane. The others joined them as they made their way to the front doors of the large building. Tony Stark opened one of them a few minutes later, a hard glare in eyes when he looked at Steve. But his eyes quickly flicked to Sam and the sickly girl in his arms. He looked to Steve and before he could get a word out Steve answered him, "Tony we need your help."