Chapter 20

"It's all yours," Tony yelled, a devilish smile hidden behind his unusually tired eyes.

He leaped off the steps to the cockpit, then sent a confirming look in Bruce's direction.

It wasn't returned.

Bruce didn't want to kill these people. Sure, they tried to kill all of them, and they nearly succeeded, but explode them? He couldn't let Tony kill them. Not like this.

"Bruce, don't," Steve grabbed Bruce's arm as he moved away from the six of them as they watched the twins carefully enter the ship.

"Why the hell are you helping Tony kill those people?" Bruce struggled against the super-solider's steel grip.

A green vein stuck out on Bruce's forehead, seizing all of Steve's attention.

He let go, but still stood between him and the ship.

"If you go in there now, and show them that Tony was gonna kill them, what are they going to do? Huh?" Steve pressed him.

"Kill Tony? Kill all of us?" Bruce shrugged in understanding.

Steve sighed, then looked to the ship's door, which was slowly closing.

Tony was now freely smiling.

"You can't," Bruce whispered to the billionaire.

"Yeah? I just did," Tony spat back, pressing a button on his phone, which was connected to the helicarrier's controls. The stoppers between the wheels of the ship were lifted.

The engine started.

The engine stopped, then again started.

Again it stopped, again it started.

Tony flinched.

"What?" Bruce asked, noticing the worried look that overtook the happy smile of success on Tony's face.

"If they restart the engine five times, the bomb'll go off on it's own," Tony shook his head, then began moving toward the ship, which was on the other side of the hanger.

"Tony, you can't, I don't agree with what you did, but you can't tell them," Bruce moved to stop him.

Once again the engine stopped. It started once more.

"I have to try," Tony ran towards the ship, alerting Clint, Natasha, and Thor that something wasn't right.

"What's going on?" Natasha called to Bruce.

"He left a bomb in the engine," Bruce ran after Tony, his skin becoming a strange shade of green.

"Oh my god," Natasha stopped moving for a moment, then kicked into high gear.

She grabbed Clint by the quiver and yanked him towards the ship, explaining on the way.

The engine stopped again.

"Tony! Come back!" Bruce yelled, knowing he'd never make it in time to stop them.

He turned around, as if he were going to come back.

Then the engine roared to life. The entire hanger was light. The hanger was burning. The hanger was fire.

The Hulk appeared around Clint, Natasha, and Bruce, saving them from the worst of the flames.

Thor was a demi-god. He was immune to burning alive.

The ship was everywhere. In bits and pieces.

There were alarms going off.

Then a terrifying sight came into Tony's vision.

The twins were hovering over him, glaring at him. If looks could kill, Tony Stark would be dead.

"Oops," was all he could think of to say.

He had flung himself under a box before the explosion, and have just enough protection to be saved from being cooked.

There were angry burns on his back, where he had been laying on the metal floor, which was now a live grill.

There was a thick cloud of smoke everywhere, you couldn't see more than a few feet in any direction.

"You sabotaged our ship! You monster!" Wanda yelled at him, lifting her finger. He was flung against a wall after the tiniest of motions, no Hulk in sight.

"Tony!" Natasha's voice was somewhere far off.

"Are they dead?" That was Steve. Probably wondering about the twins.

"I can't see ten feet in front of myself Tasha, how is a bow supposed to help?" Clint's voice was closer. They were getting nearer to the twins, nearer to Tony.

"You have your ears," Natasha's voice quipped, they were feet away.

Tony straightened up, using the wall as a source of direction.

"Nat-" Tony coughed as he breathed the thick smoke in, "Natasha!" he cleared his throat and went towards the voices.

"Tony!" she heard him, and they bumped into each other.

"Took ya long enough," Clint told him, offering a hand to Natasha, who took it gratefully and stood up next to the archer.

"Stay close," Clint whispered, then they went towards the sound of Hulk pounding the crap out of a witch.

"Pietro!" she yelled, but Pietro was busy fending off an angry super soldier.

"Wanda!" he replied, equally as cornered when Thor showed up wielding his hammer.

The twins were both being held down by the time Tony, Clint, and Natasha showed up.

"That was easy," Clint said, a childish grin on his lips.

"Just like Miami," Natasha smirked at a memory.

Clint smirked back.

"We left a bomb in your ship," Tony spoke up, a glad, confused look from the Hulk was sent his direction.

"We figured that out," Wanda said.

"Wouldn't take a genius," Clint murmured.

"Stay here," Tony offered.

He wasn't offered any reply.

"I mean, if you're not going to keep trying to kill us," Tony revised his statement.

"We would love to help you, but the SHIELD people do not want us here," Pietro's voice came through the smoke, which was becoming easier to see through as it disappeared out of the vents in the ceiling.

"We can change that," Tony sent his winning smile in Pietro's direction.

Wanda and Pietro smiled back, "Okay," Wanda said.

They were released.

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