Author's Note: Hey guys! I honestly thought I posted this last night and low and behold!...I didn't. *sigh* Oh well, here it is! I hope you guys enjoy this! This is the Civil War Chapter, and there will be a behind the scenes A/N at the bottom!

Bucky: Please favorite and review? *large, watery puppy eyes*

Wow...he's good at that, isn't he?

Chapter 31: Memories #5

"Five years ago, I had a heart attack," Secretary Ross starts. You listen to Ross's story about perspective and triple bypasses, but you aren't actually hearing anything. You still don't get what he is doing here. Natasha had told you that he was here, but you really don't know why. You snap to attention at his next words thought, "You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives…but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word vigilantes."

It takes all of your will to not speak. Let him finish, assess the situation, and return with a calm argument. At least, that is what you should do.

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asks calmly.

"How about dangerous? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" he says.

Blood pounds in your ears as anger fills your chest. "So, us saving the world from villains is inflicting our will on people?" you ask challengingly.

"You tell me," he says, pressing a button on a remote and looking at a screen. "Washington D.C.," he says. The video shows the three helicariers firing at each other as pieces fall to the ground. The building behind them collapses.

"Those helicariers and the people on them were going to kill twenty million people, sir," you say. "The building behind them ordered that."

"Y/N," Steve says softly, and you quiet.

"Sokovia," Ross continues, actively ignoring you.

You do admit that Sokovia could have been avoided. It was a bad move on your part. You wish that there were ways to prevent it, but you don't even know the whole story. You weren't with Tony when he built Ultron. You realize that that is Ross's stance too: he doesn't know the whole story.

"Lagos," he says, pointing to the next slide of paramedics, debris, and chaos.

Your jaw is clenched so tightly it hurts. Your team didn't activate the bomb. Wanda did all that she could to protect everyone. You sneak your hand over to Wanda's and give it a supporting squeeze. She needs to realize that she did what she could. It wasn't her fault, it was the bad-guy's.

"New York," Ross says.

Your gaze flicks to the screen instantly, and you feel yourself go numb when you see the Chitauri soldiers and people running everywhere. Everything is a frenzy. You see the Chitauri firing on innocent victims, and you suddenly remember every detail of the battle of New York. Something inside of you cracks.

"Hey," you snap, standing up so quickly that you chair falls over. "We were there fighting for those people. Ask yourself this, where would you be right now if we hadn't come to the rescue. You can sure bet that you wouldn't be sitting in your office if Loki had taken over. You are accusing us of what the villains did. And last I remember, Tony Stark saved New York from a bomb that you sent to obliterate at least Manhattan. So, don't talk to us about the damage that the villain's caused when your only solution was to blow up the entire island. How about you go back to your cubical office, finish your report there, and come back when you actually have substantial facts and evidence."

"Y/N, sit down," Tony says.

You glance at him, anger coursing through you. You don't want to sit by and become Ross's war criminals.

"Hey," Steve says softly. "Sit down." His voice holds an edge.

You feel like several people are pushing you into the chair, but you sit. Your hands are clenched into tight fists, but you manage not to glare at Ross. You hate the way he is treating your friends.

Ross smiles. He actually smiles. As though he scored a point or something. "For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision," he says. "That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution."

He drops a huge book onto the table with a resounding thunk. You look at the book with distaste. It is huge. It is so large that you could probably use it as a stool.

"The Sokovia Accords," Ross says proudly. "Approved by 117 countries. It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

You open your mouth, but Steve beats you to it. "The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel that we have done that," he says in a low tone.

"Tell me, Captain," Ross says, sneering at the name. "Do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?"

"Pardon me for saying, but after your past with Dr. Banner, I'm not that surprised that he didn't show up," you say, but inside, you feel cold. Thor doesn't worry you, but Bruce does. He just completely disappeared. "And you have no authority over Thor in the same way that you have no authority over the Queen of England. Thor came to our aid, much like how we came to England's in World War 2."

"Thank you for the essay," Ross says, earning a few glares. "If I misplace a couple of 30 megatone nukes, you can bet there'd be consequences," he moves on, trying to use an analogy.

"I remember you sending a nuke directly at us in New York. Why are we the ones with the consequences and why are you the one handing them out?" you challenge.

"Listen," Ross cuts in. "This is the middle ground. Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Natasha asks.

"Then you retire," Ross says. "Any questions?"

You expect Tony to say something along the lines of, "Will there be a penance package?" but you are surprised when he doesn't. That is uncharacteristic of Tony not to take advantage of a situation like that. In fact, he is being quiet. But, you feel sarcasm flow through you. You slowly raise your hand. "Just one. Where were you when all of these were going on?" you ask. Honestly, though, it is a actual question.

Sam and Rhodes pace back and forth, arguing for all they are worth, while in front of them, Steve peacefully reads the Accords.

So far, your gut feeling is to reject the Accords, but you don't want to make any decisions until you have assessed every part of the Accord. Or, at least, let Steve do the reading and tell you the jist of it: that book is huge!

Rhodey and Sam argue, Sam against the Accords with Rhodey for them. You can understand why Rhodey feels that way since he is part of the army. But you think that Sam is able to step back and look at things with different angles. You can respect both men's views and you understand where both of them are coming from.

"I have an equation," Vision says. You are sitting on the opposite side of the room from Vision. You like that Vision makes Wanda happy, but that is about the only thing you two can agree on. Things get awkward with the Stone in his head. If you get too close, he can start to feel what you are thinking, and he doesn't care for your thoughts in his head. You don't like him too much either since he has a bit of a pride complex. Not only that, but if you both are close, the Stone starts to act up.

"This will clear it up," Sam says sarcastically, crossing his arms.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially," he says, his voice creepily even. He sounds a bit like an answering machine. "And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."

"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve asks incredulously.

"I'm saying there may be causality," he explains. "Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."

You take a deep breath, thinking over. "Okay, I get where you are coming from," you say, trying to keep a level head. "But, there were reasons behind Tony building the Iron Man suit. There was conflict before us, but we just chose to suit up and fight it. He built his suit as a result to people getting hurt. I think it is a good idea for a…how do I put this? I guess a middle-man between us and the government who can help us exchange ideas, I don't like the idea of the government who let Hydra bread right under their noses to tell us what we can and can't do."

"Thank you," Sam says, pointing at you and sending a glare towards Rhodey. "And, if you remember, a lot of those conflicts weren't our causing. Loki was after the Tesseract, Hydra was trying to kill millions, and in Sokovia, the bad guys were blowing up stuff. If anything, we were late."

"Oh, and of course, let's not forget Ultron and how that wasn't our fault," Tony says, suddenly bitterly.

You frown as you watch him get up and walk to the counter. "Whose putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"

You blush and try to hide a smile as you see Steve go red for a moment. He has grasped technology relatively well, but he still has no idea what can and can't go into a garbage disposal. Some left-over food, yes. Plastic spoons, no.

He pulls up something on his phone before propping it up against a bowl of fruit. He ignores it for a moment before saying innocently, "Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But, first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind his desk. See the world. Build housing for the poor. Not in France, or Amsterdam…Sokovia."

You blink. You know how much Tony regrets. He does everything he can, works himself into the ground, almost kills himself, and he still regrets.

His tone is angry as he continues, "He wanted to make a difference and we dropped a building on him. There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check," he says. "Whatever form it takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."

"Tony," you say softly. He rolls his eyes before looking at you. "I know that you regret Ultron. We all do."

He snorts before sipping some coffee.

"We made a mistake. As a team, we made a mistake. I know that we're supposed to be better than that, that we were supposed to catch it, but we weren't able to. We made a mistake, and people got hurt," you say. "But the thing is, is that you didn't actively go out to try to kill people. You weren't trying to destroy cities. That is what Ross and his buddies did when they sent the Nuke to New York to kill almost two million people and the bad guys. I get that we might need…I guess the best way to put it is supervision. But, I don't want the people who ordered a bomb as their first result pulling the strings."

"Tony, we have to take responsibility for our actions. This document shifts the blames," Steve says.

"Steve, that is dangerously arrogant," Rhodey defends. "This is the UN we're talking about. It's not the World Security Council, it's not SHIELD, it's not Hydra."

"No, but it's run by people with agendas and agendas change," Steve says.

"As the UN has made mistakes too. It put SHIELD and Hydra in charge," you add.

"That's good," Tony says sarcastically. "That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stop manufacturing."

"Tony, you chose that," Steve interrupts. "If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel chooses us not to act when we want to? Or send us not to the right place? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own."

"If we don't do this now, it will be done to us later. That's the fact and it won't be pretty," Tony says.

"They'll come for us?" Wanda asks.

"That doesn't mean we should just roll over," you defend. "There has got to be a way to make everyone happy. The thing I don't like is that they aren't giving us time to find alternatives. What's gonna happen in the future when we need time to save lives that they won't give us?"

There is a pause, broken only by Tony slurping coffee.

"Maybe Tony's right," Natasha says softly.

Everyone slowly turns to look at her in unison.

"If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off…" she trails off. "I'm saying that we need to win back some trust."

"There has got to be another way to win back trust that becoming someone's guard dog," you say.

"Focus up," Tony suddenly says. "I'm sorry, did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?"

"Oh, I want to take it back now," Natasha says warningly.

"Nope! No takebacks. I win," he says before anyone can interrupt him.

You can't help but smile. By his tone, Tony is hopefully trying to lighten the mood.

Steve shakes his head, but he is alerted to his phone buzzing. For some reason, you watch him as he looks at his phone. He takes a sharp breath and blinks a few times, looking completely stunned.

"I have to go," he says so softly that no one hears him except you.

He jumps to his feet, dropping his phone and the accords onto the table and rushing down the stairs.

Something is wrong.

You quickly get up and pick up his phone. You press your finger to the home-button, unlocking it instantly. A text comes up.

'She's gone. In her sleep.'

You fall onto the chair, staring at the phone. "Oh," you breathe softly. Your chest feels heavy as you drop the phone. For the first time, you have no idea what to do. Should you comfort Steve or give him space? He always kept his past life completely separate from this life. The closest you have ever been to his past life is in his drawing notebook. You have never felt so useless. You want to help, with every fiber of your being you want to help. You just don't know how.

You shake your head, lowering it into your hands. Little did you know that Steve was doing the exact same thing down stairs.

You wanted to go so badly. Everything said you should, but you didn't. Sam could go, but that was different. You're not quite sure how, but you know it was. You didn't go to Peggy's funeral. Steve left without telling anyone, but Sam went with him. Part of it hurt you that he didn't tell you. But, you try not to blame him or get mad at him. It seems as though that part of his life is off limits to you. You sigh, rubbing your forehead with your thumb.

"Hey, Kiddo," a voice says from your door-way.

You look up from what you are drawing to see Tony. You are sitting cross-legged on your bed, and attempting to draw. Seeing Steve practicing makes you feel artistic, though you are not as nearly good at it as he is.

"Hi," you say. "What's up?"

He shrugs. "Not much," he says.

There is silence for a while. You get the feeling that Tony wants to tell you something but also doesn't want to. You don't press the subject. You know that Tony will talk to you eventually. Once he has all of his thoughts organized. But, you are also nervous. Things are a little tense. You and Tony aren't always on the same page, but you have never openly argued against him.

"Hey," you say, closing your drawing book and jumping off the bed. "I was thinking about going out to get some shopping done. Steve was saying that-"

"Actually," Tony says, moving to block your exit. You look up at him in surprise. "I think it would be better if you stayed here for a while." He looks at you earnestly, and you try to hide your concern.

"Is it really that bad?" you ask. The Accords made things seem bad, but the way his voice was made it seem worse. Did something happen?

Tony looks at the ground and sighs before looking back up at you and saying. "Yup. It would be better to lay low for a while. Just until it blows over, okay?" he says, putting on a fake smile that looks more like a grimace. You notice that he really doesn't look good. He needs sleep. But, Tony doesn't do sleep.

"Okay," you say blankly. You know that he is mostly telling you this to keep you satisfied for the moment. He'll have more info later. You decide to trust him. "I trust you," you say.

"Yeah," he says dully. You sense a lot of guilt in the words, and you are desperate to know what is going on. But, you bite your tongue.

"Hey, if you see Steve, tell him 'hi' for me," you say.

Tony bites his lip before nodding. "M'kay, kiddo," he says.

When you look up again, Tony is gone. You don't like that. Tony's usual happy-go-lucky…well snarky-go-sarcastic is gone. When that happens, something is really bothering him. But the only way to help is to give him time. You hope that whatever is going on won't last long and that everything will be back to normal in no time.

Wanda knocks on your door before entering. "Hello," she says, sitting on the end of your bed. You haven't left your room since Steve left. "How are you?" she asks.

You smile ruefully. "I should be asking how you are," you say.

She smiles at the ground before looking at you. "I know how I am," she says.

You shake your head, getting a far-off look. "I need to see Steve. I have to help him, but I don't know how. I just keep getting this feeling that…" you trail off, hoping that she'll understand.

"That what?" she asks.

Great. She doesn't understand. Okay, try two. "That it is in danger. Like he needs me but more than for support," you say.

Wanda nods thoughtfully. "You and he have a close bond," she says. "Maybe you can feel him more because of your powers."

You think about it. "That does make sense. I mean, I had bonds with Jane and Malekith when they held the Aether. A slight bond with Clint since he had the Stone in him for a while. You got your powers from the Stone, so there's another one. And-" you cut yourself off.

"And?" she urges.

"And I think Loki," you say after a while. "He was actively using the Scepter, so."

Wanda nods. "Still haven't let yourself think about it, huh?" she asks.

"It seems like the best way not to get hurt," you say. "That, and if I did think about his death, I wouldn't know what to feel. I mean, he tried to take over my planet. But…he also saved Jane's life at his own expense. And Thor's, mine, and you could argue everyone's."

She nods. "Healing takes time. It isn't something you can call upon," she says. "I should know."

You smile. "Anyway," you say, sitting up. "I think I will go to Steve. Tony thought it best for me to stay here, but I think that Steve needs me. I'm not sure where he is, but if you are right about us having a bond, then I'll just follow that."

"Wait," Wanda says, getting up too. "Tony didn't tell you?"

You frown. "Tell me what?" you ask.

She tries to speak a few times but fails. Finally, she says, "That we are under house arrest. We aren't allowed to leave," she says.

You stare at her for a few moments. You shake your head. "No. He," you pause. "He couldn't," you breathe softly. Tony couldn't lie to you. He wouldn't do something like this. Right? You clench your jaw and turn to look at Wanda. "Do you want to come?"

"I don't think it is a good idea-"

"Wanda, I am going to be frank. If Steve is in trouble, nothing will stop me from getting to him," you say. "Now, I am getting out of here, no matter what anyone says. I know that Vision is here, but I'm going to need your help. Please, Wanda. Help me get to my best friend?"

Wanda looks at you for a while before smiling. "Vision is always up for a WII game. He can't beat me at Mario Cart," she smirks. "It really bothers him, and he has tried so many times to 'communicate' with the WII."

You laugh, remembering that the thing the robot is worst at is playing video games. "Thank you," you say, hugging her quickly. You then grab a back-pack with your emergency needs in it, and you clasp the hover-board bracelet onto your wrist before heading out.

"We're on our own," Steve says, looking out the cracks in the building.

Sam is silent for a moment, his arms crossed as he glances back at Bucky. "Maybe not," he breaks the silence. "I know a guy."

Steve looks over at him, raising an impressed eyebrow.

"So, you'll go reach out to a guy, cause we need all the help we can get, but let's just leave the best friend out of the loop, huh?" you say, strutting into the room. "Who needs me anyway?"

Instantly, Steve and Sam whirl around, and Bucky stiffens. You roll your eyes. "Relax, it's just me," you grumble. "And I noticed how I never got invited to a coup."

Steve looks like a cross between angry and extremely relieved, which you didn't think was possible. He finally sighs but a small smile brushes across his lips. "What are you doing here?" he asks, though he walks over and crushes your lungs in a hug. You do feel him relax as he cracks your ribs, and you realize that he might have needed you more than you thought.

You smile, pulling away. "Oh, I decided to do what normal teenagers do at my age and break all of the rules," you say. "And, I'm trying out sarcasm. Is it working?"

"Perfectly," Sam says.

"Thank you," you say. "So, what are we doing?" You send a quick glance at Bucky. The last time you saw him, you had been fighting to the death on a helicarrier. Right now, though, his eyes aren't completely devoid of emotion. They look…heavy. There is a lot on his conscience. He actively avoids meeting your gaze.

"Right now, Sam is going to call his friend," Steve says, gesturing to the Falcon. "Then, we head out. We're off the grid, so we have to be as inconspicuous as we can be."

"Well, if we are going as inconspicuous, I think we should get him cleaned up," you say, gesturing over to Bucky. He looks pretty banged up, and that would draw attention like a magnet. "I also have this," you say, pulling on a backpack. You hand a energy-bar to Steve before tossing another to Sam. "Eat up, guys, we'd better hurry."

"Is there anything you can tell us about their plan?" Steve asks.

You shake your head, feeling a pang in your heart. "No. Last I knew, Wanda and I were in lock-down at the complex. I barely managed to get out," you say. To be honest, it was easy to get out, but you never thought your home would turn into a prison. You shake your head to clear it. "You guys call whoever you need to. I'll take care of him," you say, walking over to Bucky.

"You sure?" Steve asks softly.

You give him a smile. "Yeah. Besides, I'm not sure how you would know how to apply foundation to hide bruises," you say, earning a laugh.

You sit down next to Bucky and pull out a towel. Holding it to the side, you hold it with one hand. Water seeps through your fingers, dousing the towel.

After ringing it out a bit, you hand Bucky an energy bar and start to dab at the bruises and cuts on his face.

"So, what am I supposed to call you?" you ask, slightly distracted by your work. "Mr. Barnes? James? I honestly don't know. I mean, you have like three different names."

"Bucky is fine," he says without any hint of amusement.

You inwardly sigh. You are pulling out every sarcastic hint you have gathered from Tony to try to ease the mood, but Bucky doesn't seem to take the hint to lighten up.

"Hey, don't eat too fast or it could be bad for you," you say, surprised that he doesn't know that.

"I need to ask you something," Bucky says, brushing away your hand. "Why are you helping me?" His eyes are large and pleading, a bit like a puppy's.

You frown, considering how to answer. "I think…I'm not sure why, but I think it is because you weren't in control at all of what you were doing. You were blamed for something you didn't do, something which I am starting to get a taste of," you say. "And…I know what it is like to get mind-washed."

He raises an eyebrow, but you don't elaborate.

"And," you pause, looking over your shoulder to where Steve is talking to Sam in hushed tones. "Steve needs you. Steve sees the good in you, and I am trusting him. After everything that happened, you pulled Steve from the river because you are still in there. I think that you just need someone to pull you out too."

You watch as Steve and Sharon talk. The Buggy is cute, but holy cow, it is tight! Your knees are scrunched up to your chest, but your conditions sounds like a luxury compared to how tightly packed Bucky is behind Sam's noticeably-farther-back-than-it-needs-to-be seat.

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asks timidly.

"No," Sam responds grumpily.

You roll your eyes. Of course, you get left in charge of baby-sitting these two while Steve gets the weapons. Typical.

When you look back at Steve, you are kind of surprised to see that he and Sharon are…kissing. Pretty intently too.

You raise an eyebrow and look over at Sam and Bucky, who are nodding their approval.

"That was smooth," Bucky says.

"I think that was a little fast," you say.

"I'd say it wasn't fast enough," Sam responds.

"Boys," you sigh.

"Ugh. This is driving me crazy," you grumble under your breath as you watch Steve walk out in the middle of the air-port. Tony and Rhodey are there, and Natasha materializes out of nowhere.

"Three down," you count under your breath. You mentally go over the plan in your head again. You are stationed with Sam and Bucky at a higher vantage point so you can see what is happening. You would have preferred to be with Wanda, but Steve thought it best to keep you two separate because of your powers. After you found Tony's Quin-jet, you quickly found a spot where you can watch the fight. Steve strictly ordered you not to intervene unless absolutely necessary. But, he never actually specified absolutely necessary.

Suddenly, white rope springs out of nowhere as someone in a blue and red costume flips onto the scene. You suddenly realize that the new player is holding Steve's shield, and Steve's hands are tied by the white stuff. Whatever it is, you are guessing it isn't rope.

"Woah! New guy," you observe keenly. You side-glance Sam and Bucky. Sam shakes his head slightly, and you sit back down. No running into fights. Yet.

You can just spot Clint nestled in a hiding-spot, drawing back an arrow. You really hope that this works.

Within an instant, the arrow slices Steve's bonds, Antman (you are still confused about how Sam knows him) has stolen back Steve's shield, and everyone suddenly attacks.

"You know what, I think we should resort to plan B," you say as vicious fighting breaks out.

"I agree. Run!" Sam says.

You gently tap into your Infinity powers, but, instead of using the Mind Stone, you touch the purple light inside of you. While you can't use Infinity Stone's power on demand (most of the time), you can still touch them to gain a little of their energy. As soon as your consciousness touches the purple light, you feel energy pulse to life inside of you, flowing through your arms and legs and driving you to run faster. Everything suddenly becomes sharper, and you can feel the energy that Sam and Bucky emit while running. The energy pumps through you like you are on a major sugar rush, and an ecstatic smile breaks out on your face. The Power Stone is usually the most useful whenever you need energy, but you have to be careful: it can be easy to become addicted without noticing it.

Suddenly, because of your enhanced powers, you feel something swinging towards you from outside the terminal. More specifically, you feel the energy that the thing is emitting. Because of the Power Stone, you feel the power that others make. You know it's the new-guy from outside.

"What is that?" Bucky asks.

Sam rolls his eyes as though resigning himself to the oncoming fight. "Everyone's got a gig now," he groans.

Everything seems to slow down, and your eyes suddenly glow purple as your reflexes speed up.

The kid kicks through the window, and you feel as the spider-web cracks splinter across the window before shattering inward. He comes sailing in through the shattered window as the glass shards fly forward with him.

Within the span of a few seconds, you can feel that the new dude is flying right towards Sam. Instantly, you jump in the air and roundhouse kick with perfect timing. As soon as you jump, your kick comes in contact with the new hero.

Time comes crashing back down and you seem to wake up from your power-stupor as he lets out a cry as he is sent plummeting back towards the window a lot harder than you met to send him.

You jump back, blinking in surprise. "Sorry!" you shout at the dent where his body bend the terminal.

"We don't apologize to the bad guys, Y/N," Sam corrects. "How did you do that?" he asks, changing the subject.

You shake your head. "No time, go!" you shout, shoving him. You are running more slowly as you force yourself away from the churning purple inside of you. It is harder than you thought, and you realize that the Power Stone and the Aether are very similar in that they have a hungry air about them.

What you just did actually scared you: you kicked him so hard and sent him flying backwards with such force that it probably almost killed him. While you want to defend Sam and Bucky, you definitely don't want to kill anyone.

Luckily for you, white rope instantly wraps around you legs, tripping you onto the ground and letting you know that he isn't dead.

"Great," you grumble, rolling onto your back. You hear that Sam and Bucky are still running, which is good. You put your hands onto the rope to try to push it off, when you suddenly realize: this stuff is not rope. Your hand sticks to it, and you let out a disgusted groan. "Yuck!" you say.

"Hey, I spent a lot of time working on that!" a young voice says as the new dude comes swinging on the not-rope at you.

Out of instinct, you hold out your hand, and a large gust of snow hits him, sending him swinging off, but not as hard as before.

With your still-stuck hand, you freeze the stuff, which becomes brittle and crackles before falling off of you.

You look behind you to realize that Bucky and Sam suddenly stopped. "No, keep going! I'll deal with it," you say, turning back around.

Once again, he comes swinging at you.

"Try a different tactic, cause this one's not working!" you shout, sending an icicle flying right at the rope he's hanging onto. Your aim is true, slicing right through the web.

The thing you didn't count on was that now, he was falling right towards you.

"Dang it!" you shout, jumping out of the way as he lands cat-like on his feet before attacking.

"What exactly do I call you? And what is this stuff?" you ask, blocking several hits.

"Oh, sorry, forgot to introduce myself. Spider-man, at your service," he says. He reaches out a hand, and the white stuff shoots from his wrist, pinning one of your hands to the wall.

"Ugh!" you shout in disgust. "Please tell me that this stuff is not coming out of you," you beg, freezing it off of you.

"They're just synthetic webs," he says, flinging another at you.

"Ew! That just made it worse," you shout, swinging a kick at him.

Spider-man instantly shoots more webs at you, which you block with ice so fast that you didn't even realize you did it.

He begins to shoot a volley of webs. Before you can do anything against it, instinct takes over, and fire bursts from your hands. The webs instantly disintegrate, and a flame hits the web that Spider-man is suspended from. Instantly, the web explodes, sending bits of flaming goo flying everywhere. You suddenly remember that spiderwebs are flammable. Spider-man yelps before landing easily on the wall and scampering high enough that your aim will be hindered.

"Sorry!" you shout again. Ice is your main weapon, but fire is probably one of the more powerful. It is more instinctual and harder to control. Sometimes, it seems like it has a will of its own.

"Who are you, exactly?" you ask as you and he result to hand-to-hand combat. His kicks and punches are surprisingly heavy, and you are glad that you block them. If any of them hit, you would probably be down for the count.

"Sorry, can't tell you that," he says, easily side-stepping your fist. "Secret identity and all."

"Same," you say, indicating the frost mask that covers your upper face before dodging a web that almost hit you. You are beginning to tire, but you hope it isn't showing.

"Well, everyone does know who you are, Miss Y/N," he says.

"A polite spider. Ironic. Anyway, the mask kind of goes with the costume," you say. Suddenly, he gets a hit in, knocking you against a pillar. You look up in wide-eyed surprise, holding up a hand to block yourself.

"Love to stay and chat, but I'm on a mission from Mr. Stark," he says.

A kick in the chest sends you skidding backwards against the wall, and two webs suddenly trap your hands to the wall. You see Spider-man swinging towards you, about to pummel you, and you brace for the oncoming impact.

"On your left," a familiar voice says, and Falcon body-slams Spider-man.

"Woah!" Spider-man yelps, shooting a new web and swinging away, only to be hit face first with a sign thrown by Bucky.

You smile in relief, your chest still aching as the boys quickly fight Spider-man. In the end, when he tries to web one of the men, Red-Wing slices the web, sending him flying out the window.

"Thanks," you pant as Bucky jogs over to help free you.

"You really could have done that earlier," Bucky grumbles at Sam.

Sam rolls his eyes before venomously snapping, "Shut up."

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. "Somethings never change," you sigh.

Another Authors Note (whoopty-doo): So, I know what you guys are thinking: why was there no big end fight scene between Steve, Iron Man, Bucky, and Y/N? I really wanted to write one, but I also want to try to keep these stories happy and light, which is super hard because, spoiler alert! CIVIL WAR IS SOOOO SAD!

Tony: Hey, that's not my fault.

Steve: Well it certainly isn't mine.

Tony: Seriously, dude! Always claiming innocents!

Steve: Well, at least I didn't-

Me, crying: GUYS, PLEAAAASE! *sob*

Tony and Steve look at the camera like they are on the office.

*sniff* Anyway, I also made this chapter huge, and I usually want only one movie per chapter. So, sadness and I ran out of time. Hopefully, we'll only have two more memory chapters before we are done with the movies. Stay with me, guys! We are almost there!