Again SPOILERS MAJOR SPOILERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Again, copyright reasons: I do not own most of this dialogue.

Also a small bit of smut at the end because why not?

Chapter Three

After Steve, Sam and T'Challa were escorted back to Berlin, they watched as Bucky was locked in a secure unit and was taken to a room in order to be psychoanalysed and the Captain America and Falcon suits were taken. Steve was spared a cell and given an office to wait for his interrogation. While he waited, he looked at his phone and smiled at the photo of Wanda grinning on a beach. She was glowing and his heart broke with worry for her given how nervous she sounded when he last spoke to her.

"Hey, you want to see something cool?" Tony asked coming into the room. "I pulled something from Dad's archives. Felt timely." Tony put down a box of old-fashioned fountain pens. "FDR signed the lend-lease with these in 1941. Provided support to Allies when they needed it most."

Steve, being the only one of the two to be alive in 1941, replied, "Some would say it brought our country closer to war."

"See? If it weren't for these, you wouldn't be here." Tony sat down. "I'm trying to – what do you call it – That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?"

Something occurred to Steve and he asked, "Is Pepper here? I didn't see her."

"We're kinda – um. Well, not kinda…"

"Pregnant?"

Tony scoffed, "No, definitely not. We're taking a break. It's nobody's fault. Least of all hers."

"I'm so sorry Tony. I didn't know."

"Well, of course you didn't. You've been busy living the American Dream with Wanda to take notice of anything around you. You still planning on renovating that house?" Steve looked down guiltily. Tony sighed, "A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then we had to mop up HYDRA. Then Ultron. My fault. And then and then and then, I never stopped, 'cause truth is I don't want to stop. I don't want to lose her. I thought the Accords could split the difference. In her defence, I'm a handful." Tony got up and looked at the screens. "Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and Mom always made it work."

"I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single."

"Oh really, you two knew each other? He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times," Tony replied sarcastically. "God I hated you."

Steve could see this conversation as touching a nerve with Tony but against his better judgement he said, "I don't mean to make things difficult."

"I know because you're a very polite person."

"If I see a situation pointed south, I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could."

"No, you don't."

Steve snorted softly, "No I don't. Sometimes-"

"Sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect teeth, but I don't want to see you gone. We need you Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone if you sign. We can make the last twenty-four hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych-centre instead of a Wakandan prison."

Knowing that Tony was right on the last point, Steve took one of the pens and stood so he was level with Tony. "I'm not saying it's impossible but there would have to be safeguards."

"Sure. Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended. I'd file a motions to have you and Wanda reinstated…"

"Wanda? What about Wanda? She's nothing to do with this. She's still in New York."

"She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently, and Vision is keeping her company."

Steve looked disgusted and yelled, "God, Tony. Really Wanda? Every time, every time I think you see things the right way-"

"It's one hundred acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There are worse ways of protecting people."

"Protection? Is that how you see this? Protection? It's internment, Tony."

"She's not a US citizen-"

"Oh come on."

"And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction."

"She's my girlfriend!"

"Give me a break! I'm doing what has to be done, to stave off something worse."

"You keep telling yourself that." Steve slammed down the pen. "I hate to break up the set."

-o-

Steve had no choice but to watch Bucky being questioned through the office window. Since he was cut off from the sound, he could not hear what was being asked. Only the sight on screen was not looking good. Bucky had gone into a rage and escaped. After Tony, Sharon, Natasha and T'Challa failed to stop Bucky in his tracks, Steve pursued his friend

Bucky thought he could get away in a helicopter, only Steve jumped between the pad and the helicopter and tried to pull it back. Steve did not know what happened next but he found himself and Bucky falling into the water.

-o-

Wanda had refused to emerge from her room even for food. She just could not trust Vision after their conversation. He obviously was reporting her every move to Tony and so long as she was in the privacy of her room she was safe. She had no idea if Clint was on his way or that Pietro was safe. She did trust Pepper but her relationship with Tony made Wanda question where Pepper's loyalties lay.

It was when she was reading that Vision knocked on the door and said, "Wanda, I have ordered your favourite Chinese food. It should be arriving in a moment."

"I'm not hungry," she replied sharply. Part of her knew she should be playing along but what Vision had said to her about the world seeing her as he does made her uncomfortable to be around him. She did not think he even had a true heart to develop feelings and the fact he had a nerve to say it while he knew where Wanda's affections lay. Speaking of Steve, he had not made contact and she was really worried about him and Sam. The last time she saw him was the morning he left for London and she hated seeing his heartbroken face.

"My parents never had a funeral," she said as she sat up in bed watching Steve pack the last of his things. "I don't think there were much of their bodies left to fill half a coffin. Sorry, I'm not helping am I?"

Steve smiled softly. "It's fine. I've actually been thinking about Ma's funeral the last few days. It gave me some closure."

"Do you reckon she would have liked me?"

"I think so."

"Listen, I am feeling better, I could still go with you."

"You still seem lethargic and I am not dragging you across the world if you still feel unwell."

"Do you think you'll be okay over there?"

"Yeah. I'll call you when I get there and after the funeral." Steve kissed her on the forehead and then gave a gentle kiss on the lips. Wanda smiled softly as he pulled the suitcase off the bed. "I love you."

"I love you too Steve. Just call me if you need to talk okay?"

Wanda regretted not having deepened the kiss under the circumstances. She was not sure if he was even aware of the fact she had effectively been taken hostage, and if he did he could not exactly fly halfway across the world just to save her. The only thing she could do was what Steve told her to: play along. Wanda put her book down and decided to walk to the dining room. Vision appeared to have laid her food out, pour a glass of wine and lit a candle.

"Ah Wanda, I thought your hunger would make you come out your room eventually," Vision said.

"I will eat in the lounge. I will switch on the television and we shall watch the news," she stated plainly.

"I don't think we-"

"I said, I will eat in the lounge while watching the news. Am I making myself clear?"

Wanda emphasised how serious she was by making her eyes glow red. She took the plate of food but left the wine. As she began to eat her chow mien, she watched the images of Berlin: the explosion, the helicopter trying to escape and Steve falling into the water. He had been declared a wanted man.

"Are you sure that Steve is the man you think he is?" Vision asked.

"You certainly are not who I thought you were. Steve is. He knows what he is doing is right."

The tone and expression on Wanda's face were enough to tell Vision that whatever he said, he was not welcome to even talk to Wanda anymore.

-o-

"Steve," Bucky called quietly as he woke up handcuffed to something.

Steve walked over and asked, "Which Bucky am I talking to?"

"Your mom's name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

The way Bucky laughed at the latter memory reassured Steve that he was talking to his friend and not the brainwashed assassin. "Can't read that that in a museum."

"Just like that we're meant to be cool?" Sam questioned. He still resented Bucky after what went down on the Helicarrier two years previously, brainwashed or not.

"What did I do?" Bucky asked.

"Enough," Steve answered plainly.

"Oh, God, I knew this would happen," Bucky lamented. "Everything HYRDA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."

"Who was he?" Steve asked.

"I don't know."

"People are dead. The bombings, the setup. The doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know'."

Bucky thought for a moment, trying to piece together the questions he was asked and how it fitted into his memories. "He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?"

"Because I am not the only Winter Solider."

Bucky explained that in 1991, there was a program to create new super-soldiers and that their subjects were more deadly than he ever was. Steve felt a little sick knowing that Strucker's experiments on Wanda and Pietro were the latest in a long line of attempts by HYDRA to create their own army of super-soldiers.

"Who were they?" Steve inquired.

"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history. That was before the serum."

Sam asked, "They all turn out like you?"

"Worse."

Something occurred to Steve. "The doctor, could he control them?"

Bucky answered plainly, "Enough."

"Said he wanted to see an empire fall."

"With these guys, he could do it. they can speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight. Infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise. They could take a whole country down in one night. You'd never know or see them coming."

Sam walked over to Steve and whispered, "This would have been a lot easier a week ago. If we call Tony-"

Steve shook his head, "No, he would not believe us. Even if he did…"

"Who knows if the Accords will let him."

"We're on our own."

"Maybe not. I know a guy."

-o-

Wanda was heavily focused on the TV when she heard and explosion coming from outside the compound. She stood up and saw the ball of flames about a couple hundred yards away.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Stay here, please," Vision ordered.

Vision left her. After a moment, Wanda felt a presence behind her and she used her powers to pick up a knife. She threw it, stopping when she realised it was Clint.

"I guess I should have knocked," he quipped.

"Oh my god!" Wanda exclaimed. "I am so glad you're here."

"I was supposed to go water skating with the kids." Clint shot a couple arrows and took Wanda's hand. "Okay, let's go."

Just as they reached the door, Vision appeared through the wall and yelled, "Clint! You should not be here."

Clint turns around to face the android, "Really? I retire for, what, five minutes and it all goes to shit."

"Please consider the consequences of your actions."

"Okay, they're considered." The arrows Clint shot sent bolts of electricity at Vision, stopping him in his tracks. "Okay, we gotta go." Both Clint and Wanda began to run but Vision broke free of the bolts and blocked them. "Shit!" Clint attempted to grapple with Vision, only the android kept lowering his density, making it impossible for Clint to physically hit Vision. Vision wrapped his arm around Clint's neck.

"Clint, you can't overpower me."

"I know I can't."

"But I can," Wanda declared demonstrating an energy ball between her hands. "Vision, that's enough. Let him go. I'm leaving."

"I cannot let you," Vision said. Wanda manipulated the Mind Gem. Vision's density control became skewed and Clint fell to the floor. As Wanda forced Vision down, he warned, "If you do this, they'll never stop being afraid of you."

"I can't control their fear, only my own."

She forced Vision down through the floors all the way to the ground. After, she stood over the hole in the floor, looking rather surprised with herself. Clint stood up, looked at the hole in the floor and exclaimed, "Whoa. Come on. One more stop."

"What do you mean?" Wanda asked.

"Wilson sent a message to get this guy who can shrink apparently. He said to tell you Steve is okay."

Wanda smiled and followed Clint.

-o-

"I'm not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car," Sharon commented as Steve approached her in the car park of Flughafen Leipzig/Halle. Steve had stolen a Mini. Sam and Bucky remained in the car while Steve got the Captain America and Falcon suits.

"It's low profile," Steve justified.

"Good, because this stuff tends to draw a crowd."

"I owe you again."

"I'm keeping a list." Sharon looked and Bucky and then back at Steve. "You know he nearly killed me."

"Sorry, I'll put it on the list." Sharon laughed slightly but Steve then grew serious. "They're going to come looking for you."

"I know, but Aunty Peggy would haunt me if I did not find some way of helping you. Just take care of yourself with whatever plan you have. Aunt Peg would haunt me forever if I did not tell you that also."

Steve smiled and kissed Sharon on the cheek, "Thank you, Sharon."

"You're welcome. Now take the damn suits."

Steve took the suits and put them in the boot of his car. He watched as Sharon drove away and went to the driver's door. They drove to the other side of the carpark where a white van pulled up beside the Mini. Steve turned his head and saw Wanda in the passenger window. She looked at him and her face just lit up with joy and Steve smiled brightly. Wanda left the van as Steve left the car. Clint did not follow to allow the big romantic reunion. Sam and Bucky just watched from the car, both with a smirk on their faces.

"You look a mess," Wanda commented as she walked to him.

"I know. You look great all things considered," Steve replied putting his hands in his jean pockets.

"It's fine. I quite like you looking a little messy."

"You okay?" he asked once she was in front of him and he engulfed her in a hug.

"Better. God, I have missed you."

"I missed you too." Steve kissed the top of her head. Wanda pressed her ear against his chest and was soothed by his heartbeat. She looked at the car and saw Sam in the front seat and a vaguely familiar figure in the back.

"Is that Bucky?"

"Yes."

"He's more handsome than the photos." Steve chuckled. As much as Wanda would have liked to enjoy this tender moment some more, she knew that they had business to contend with. "So what do we have to do?"

Steve summoned everyone out their vehicles and they gathered together. Wanda separated from Steve but still gripped his hand.

"You know I would not have called if I had any other choice," Steve said to Clint as Clint got out the van.

"Hey, man, you're doing me a favour. Besides, I owe a debt to Road Runner. He's safe as far as I know but Ross is not going to let him go that easy once he works out Wanda's gone missing."

"He knows you're here?" Steve asked Wanda.

"He knows I am with you. I did not say where exactly," Wanda replied. "Steve, are you really sure want to be doing this?"

"I don't have a choice. I'm assuming Sam told you the details."

"There's a quinjet in the hanger on the other side of the runway."

"Good."

"This is not going to be easy is it?" Clint asked.

"When is anything we ever do simple?" Sam asked.

"Point."

"So what about this new recruit?"

"He's raring to go," Clint explained opening the side of the van. "Put a little coffee in him but he should be good."

The sound of the door banging stunned the man lying in the back awake. He groaned and stood up, "What time zone is this?" He looked at Steve and his face turned to surprised joy. "Captain America!"

"Mr Lang," Steve said shaking Scott's hand.

It's an honour. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow, this is awesome." He turned to Wanda with a face of glee. "Captain America. I know you too. My daughter loves you." He turned back to Steve. "Jeez. Look I want to say. I know you know a lot of super people, so thanks for thinking of me." He looked over at Sam. "Hey man."

"What's up Tic-Tac?" Sam greeted.

"Good to see you. About what happened last time-"

"That was a great audition but it'll never happen again."

"You know what we're up against?" Steve asked.

"Something about some psycho-assassins," Scott replied.

"We're outside the law on this one. So if you come with us you're a wanted man."

"Yeah, well what else is new?"

"We should get moving," Bucky said.

Steve nodded, "Okay. Let's get moving." Before Steve could grab his suit, Wanda pulled him in for a kiss. Steve reciprocated gladly. As Wanda pulled away, Steve asked, "What was that about?"

"The last time we kissed I was not sure I was ever going to see you again. It's just in case something happens."

"Nothing is going to happen Wanda. I promise."

"You don't know that." Steve pushed a hair out of her face and kissed her again. "Now you are just trying to distract me."

"No. That kiss was a promise. You can't take that away."

"Steve, do me a favour. If I go down, don't stop. Just go to Siberia. That's more important."

"Okay. I will."

-o-

It had been a disaster. The only ones to make it to the quinjet were Steve and Bucky. Not that the others had not done their best. Wanda was just on the verge of joining them when Rhodey used a sonic wave to stop her holding the barrier up. As much as he hated the idea of leaving her, he made a promise not to abandon his mission. Not that he did not feel guilt over it, especially since he was unsure of her fate as well as Sam, Clint and Scott's.

"She'll be okay Steve," Bucky tried to reassure.

"I hope you're right Buck."

-o-

Wanda stared at the wall as Tony taunted and questioned Clint, Scott and Sam about where Steve and Bucky were going. He finally turned to Wanda who had been restrained with a straitjacket and given a shock collar to stop her from using her powers to escape. She didn't even look at Tony as he knelt down to her level.

"So Wanda, you know Rogers. Where could he be going?" he asked. Wanda didn't answer him. She still wasn't looking at him. "I'm doing this so you and Rogers can be safe in that house. It's only Barnes I want."

Wanda dampened her lips but still faced the wall as she finally spoke, "You know I only just started trusting you. I thought that you were a well-intentioned person that just screws up. After this week, I no longer think that. I think you do by what's right for you."

"Do you think what Rogers did was right by you?"

Finally, Wanda looked at him. "One question I have for you: would Pepper agree with what you're doing?" Wanda could see she had struck a nerve. Tony's face went still. "Do me a favour please, Tony: don't hurt Pietro. Just because I'm in here, it doesn't mean he deserves punishment."

Tony took a deep breath but eventually he agreed. Pietro was not to blame here. He left without saying another word. Wanda took a deep breath and looked down at her stomach. She really hoped Steve would come for her soon.

-o-

Between finding the base where the other Winter Soldiers were, Tony finding them, diffusing Tony for a moment, finding and confronting Zemo, and the truth about what really killed Tony's parents emerging, Steve had barely time to breathe. Tony had snapped. He had come to arrest Bucky; now he was going to kill him.

Steve tried to stop Tony before he could do something he regrets but a rage-filled Tony was pumped with so much adrenaline that it was difficult to stop him, even after Bucky's metal arm was severed. With Bucky down, Steve finally got the upper hand and cut Tony's power to his Iron Man suit by smashing the arch reactor with the shield.

Yet there was something about seeing Tony lying there defenceless that stopped whatever urge he had to kill Tony. He had a lot of reasons to kill him: Wanda, Bucky, and Sam. Even if he did kill Tony, they probably would not be able to look at Steve again and he remembered that Howard would be rolling in his grave if he saw his best friend murdering his son.

Steve got off Tony and lifted Bucky off the floor. As he walked away, Tony spat, "You don't deserve that! My father made that shield!"

Steve looked at the shield and dropped it. He knew Tony was pushing Steve's buttons so Steve would kill him. At the end of the day, Tony needed help, not death.

-o-

Wanda felt ridiculous pacing up and down her cell while wearing the straitjacket. She felt like a penguin. She kept getting reminded of the cell she was kept in as a HYDRA volunteer. Staring at those four walls made her slightly insane and she did not want to be subjected to that again. She froze when she heard groaning and skin being punched. Her breath hitched in her throat as she slowly turned around.

"Hi Doll," Steve said with a smirk.

Wanda smiled brightly as Steve unlocked the cell door. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

Once the door opened Steve unzipped the straitjacket. Wanda launched at Steve and he hugged her so tightly that he was scared of crushing her. She didn't care. All she wanted was to feel his body against hers. They kissed each other like they were each other's oxygen and they needed one another to live.

"Um... Guys," Sam interrupted. "This is romantic and all but we kinda need to get out of here."

Steve nodded, broke everyone else free and led the group to the jet. After a while, they landed in some remote area where T'Challa was waiting for the group.

"So, he's on our side now?" Scott asked.

"I realised I was in the wrong and I was blaming the wrong man. It takes a bigger man to admit it," T'Challa explained. "This shall be your residence for the time being."

"What about... I have a wife and kids," Clint protested.

"I have a daughter," Scott added.

"I took the liberty of collecting your wife and children Mr Barton. They are in their bedrooms," T'Challa explained. "Mr Lang, I promise that your daughter will be safe."

"Well, it's better for her to be with her mother I guess. Can I at least call her?"

"Yes." Clint immediately rushed to the bedrooms, Steve and Sam helped Bucky to the medical bay and Wanda asked T'Challa about her brother. "He is welcome to join us. I consulted with Ms Potts and she agreed to send him here."

"Is she okay?"

"She looks well. She worries about Mr Stark a lot. So, what about you and Captain Rogers? What's next for you two?"

"We will have to hold off on our plans for a home. I thought we could have a normal life but now I am doubtful."

"Hopefully soon, life will return to normal."

"Let's hope."

-o-

Steve really needed that shower. He was filthy and covered in blood. His whole body felt stiff as a board and he really needed some sleep. Wanda was in some boxer shorts and a t-shirt when he came out the en-suite. She looked drained and pale, and there were some bruises and cuts on some parts of her legs and arms. Granted they looked less painful than Steve's, who had a particularly nasty wound on his shoulder that would probably need treatment.

"Hi beautiful," Steve said grabbing his boxers from a drawer and pulled them on. He sat on the bed and Wanda snuggled against him. "Rough few days huh."

"What are we going to do Steve?"

"We have to wait it out I guess. Pietro is coming in the next few days. We will have to make do."

"Steve, I'm pregnant." Steve took a moment to process what she had said, froze and his mouth dropped open in shock. "I found out before I was put in the cell. They did a blood test on us all, and mine said I'm having a baby."

"Oh Wanda," Steve exclaimed kissing her forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

"As well as I can be. The whole time in that cell was just agony. I wondered what was going to happen to the baby once he or she was born. I had a bad feeling they would take it away."

"Hey look at me: nothing is going to happen. We're all safe."

"This is just not what we planned. God knows what might happen to our house. All that work. Our baby is going to be born a fugitive."

Steve held her close. His hand rested on her stomach and Wanda's hand intertwined with his. "It's going to work out in the end. I promise." Wanda looked at Steve with sad eyes and pressed her lips against his. "Is there anything I can do? Anything you need?"

"Honestly: a good fuck."

Steve kissed her harder and urgently. In fact, everything was urgent: the frantic kissing, the hands grabbing every bit of flesh they could and the gasps and groans they admitted as Steve thrust hard into her. Everything about this was a moment of euphoria in a period of so much hurt and anguish. The baby in Wanda's belly held some hope for a future that was not certain, and it's all the hope they could have. When the urge for release finally came, Steve let out a tremulous groan and Wanda gasped hard. On their sides, they kissed as tenderly as possible. They were still skin to skin and Wanda cupped his face.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."