Hello everyone, sorry it's taken so long for me to update! Ballroom Glitz: thank you so much for reviewing and reading, glad you liked it! Also, sorry, this chapter is a little rushed. But enjoy nevertheless!

Pt XI

"Remember the plan," Nat hisses to Wanda, and they rush into Stark Tower.

"What plan?" Clint asks.

Nat clears her throat. "She's- um- I thought-"

Nat never stammers. Never.

"Nat," Clint starts. "What did you do?"
"I thought reverse psychology might work," she says.

Steve catches on right away. "She's gonna kidnap Vision?" he cries.

"Keep running," Nat orders. "Take the stairs. And yes."
"Well, at least we know she can handle him," Clint shrugs.

"Here," Steve says, and they burst out of another door.

"How is it we haven't encountered anyone yet?" Sam asks, running up behind them, wings folded. "I just made it from the roof without anyone seeing me."
"I doubt they know we're down here yet," Scott says, enlarging in front of them. "All busy watching Wanda and Vision face off. They're this way, I heard two guys talking about it. Bet they get fired."

"Curious," Nat says as they approach a door. Locked. "Anyone have a card we could use?"

Steve raises his shield and slams the lock twice. The door opens.

Nat shrugs. "That works."

Scott, Sam, and Clint shove to the front of the group, looking around. The cells on one side of the long, narrow hallway are much more high security.

"Ah," Clint says, seeing several soldiers ready to take on the fugitives. "I though this might happen." Faster than anyone not a super-soldier or spy can see, he whips out an arrow and shoots the first soldier. Scott shrinks down, Sam whips out his guns, and the Avengers charge.

"Daddy!" comes a small shriek from down the hall.

"Clint?" comes the voice of a woman.

"Sam?" asks an older man.

"I'm here, Papa!" Sam responds, kicking a soldier in the jaw. "I'm here, Mama!"
"Laura, are you guys okay?" Clint yells, running past the Wilsons to her.

"We're fine," Laura says. "But Cassie is terrified."
"Is my brother here?" asks a young woman across the hall.

"Don't worry," Steve says, running up. "He says if anyone lays a finger on you, this entire place is dead meat." The young woman, recognized as Shuri, nods.

"More are coming!" Nat yells from down the hall. "There's too many of them!"
"Alright," Steve says, looking around. "We can take one."
"Cassie," Laura, Shuri, and the Wilsons all say in unison.

"Okay," Clint says, standing back. Steve slams his shield into the cell. The bars dent a little. He does it again and again until there's a small child-sized hole.

"Come on," Clint says. He makes eye contact with his wife. "The kids are fine," he says. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Laura says, smiling. "Keep her safe! I've gotten attached!"

"Daddy!" Cassie cries as her father enlarges in front of her. Scott wraps her in his arms.
"Hey, pumpkin," he says, grinning and hugging his daughter tightly. "Did the bad men hurt you at all?"
"Nope," she giggles, clutching her father as he stands up.

"Let's go," Steve announces.
"We'll be back," Clint assures the others.

"I love you both," Sam says to his parents through the bars of their cell.

"Hurry," Nat calls. She takes the lead with Steve. Scott, carrying Cassie, runs down the hall and up the stairs next, while Sam and Clint shoot any soldiers that get close to them. They make it to the car only encountering a few soldiers and agents that Nat and Steve take out easily. Clint unlocks the car and they pile in, Nat speeding away as fast as possible, quickly changing the car's color and license plates like she did when they left the Bartons' farm.

"That was a close one," Steve breathes. Cassie nestles herself further into her father's lap by one window. Sam remains squished between Scott and Steve, while Clint drives and Nat takes shotgun.

"Wait a sec," Clint says. "We're forgetting someone."

"Wanda!" Nat cries.

"Nice of you to notice," Wanda drawls from the backseat. Five sets of eyes turn to hers, Cassie having fallen asleep.

"Hey, Wanda," Clint says.

"Eyes on the road," Nat says sharply.

"And Vision," Steve says, eyes widening at the fact he isn't being restrained at all, Wanda's magic or otherwise. "Wonderful."
"I believe I will not be putting up much of a fight," Vision says cheerfully. "Wanda and I talked a bit. I see your points on the Accords, and now that I am away from Mister Stark and Secretary Ross, I believe I would like to help you as much as possible."

"Thanks, Vision," Sam says. "And- er- how's-"
"Colonel Rhodes is doing much better," Vision says, anticipating Sam's next question. Sam lets out a breath of relief.

"Well, we're okay for now," Nat says. "If you would all shut up, I'm going to follow Cassie's lead and take a nap."