As the sun came up over Wakanda, Steve strapped his shield to his left forearm tightly. He'd never considered running away from what was right before, but the idea of jetting away and running back to his daughter had been incredibly tempting. Not going home wasn't an option… but King T'Challa needed them, and Bucky had been incredibly clear that he was staying to help, whether or not Steve and Natasha decided to join him.

Bucky fiddled with the knives Natasha had given him from the jet, having promised T'Challa he wouldn't do any real damage if he could help it. He'd done enough damage to Wakanda. The two soldiers looked up as one of the jets soared upward before crashing down to the Earth below.

"That's the signal." Steve said before bolting forward, reappearing over the hill behind T'Challa to face off against the Wakandan army. He caught glimpse of the man called Kilmonger among the Dora Milaje near the entrance of the lab.

When Kilmonger saw the two Americans, he laughed, "Oh, this is gonna be good. Kill these clowns." He ordered the border tribe, and they charged toward the Black Panther.

"Get to Kilmonger, I'll deal with them." T'Challa ordered as they split up. Jets overhead shot down at the king, and Steve raised his shield just in time to block a hit before being flown back.

The Border Tribe threw up their shields as T'Challa reached them, and Bucky slid beneath them, taking out the legs of two men before continuing to run towards the lab, "Nat, are ya'll in?"

"We'll take care of the jets, you stake care of the army." She said through the comm, as Bucky kicked one of the soldiers out of his way before continuing towards Kilmonger. From the corner of his eye, Bucky saw Steve racing towards the Wakandans, smashing his vibranium shield against one of the warrior's, and the man looked at him in terror when he realized Cap's shield was made of vibranium.

Suddenly, several more men pounced on Steve, but he shielded himself, bending his knees before throwing the men off of his shield. Suddenly he was crashed into by something enormous. He was shoved forward, but managed to catch his footing in time to see he'd been hit by a two-ton animal, who was already stampeding towards him again.

"Steve!" Bucky yelled, skidding to a stop as the rhino smashed its horn against Cap, sending him flying through the air and landing on his back nearby. Steve groaned as he rolled up onto his ass, seeing the rhino charging towards him in its full battle armor. He clenched his shield, unable to get his legs beneath him fast enough, General Okoye slid in front of him just in time. The rhino slid to a halt at her feet, sticking its long, sticky tongue out to lick her face as its rider glared down at her.

"Stand aside." The Border Tribe's leader ordered, but Okoye aimed her spear at him. He jumped down from the rhino to face her, and she nudged the spear closer, "Would you kill me, my love?"

Steve gazed at them in shock, panting as he finally got to his feet. The man turned his saber towards the soldier, but Okoye knocked it from his hand and shoved her own weapon to his neck, "For Wakanda? Without question."

"Rogers, you alright?" Nat's voice asked in his ear, but there was no alarm in her tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Steve muttered before running, following the directions of King T'Challa to reach Kilmonger. "You?"

"We're under attack." Natasha replied casually, standing beside Ross as he flew the royal airship from the lab. "We've only got one ship left, then we're out of here."

Steve turned to see Nakia fighting Kilmonger alone as Bucky was smashed to the side by another battle rhino, "Buck?"

"Get to the princess!" Bucky yelled as the rhino stepped on his left shoulder, crushing his arm to the point it snapped off his body. "Go, now!" he screamed through the pain.

Steve continued to sprint forward until Kilmonger hurled Nakia towards him, sending them both tumbling backwards, before turning his attention to Shuri, "Hey Princess," he taunted, his spears colliding with her panther gauntlets. "This would have been a whole lot easier if I'd killed your brother in Vienna."

Shuri stumbled back a step, aiming her gauntlets at Kilmonger, "What?"

"I triggered the Winter Soldier." Kilmonger admitted as he backed Shuri towards the edge, unaware the T'Challa was sprinting towards him, "Plan was for him to kill your brother and your daddy, leaving you as the next Queen of Wakanda. Figured you'd be easier to kill myself."

Kilmonger was bashed in the back by Steve's shield, causing him to stumble forward a step as Shuri darted to the side, causing the mercenary to turn on Captain America, "How did you know how to do that?" Steve snarled as he caught his shield and stormed towards him. "Answer me!"

"I know people. Black market dealers. Klaue got his hands on that little red book at a private auction years ago. I've been biding my time, but the time for patience is over." Kilmonger turned towards Bucky as he stumbled forward, watching the man with wide, terrified eyes, "When history remembers my name, they'll look back at how I ended the Avengers and took Wakanda into a new age in the same week!"

"We'll stop you."

Bucky lunged forward, plowing Kilmonger to the ground, but the man allowed it, sneering up at him and whispering the trigger words in Russian. ""Желание."

"Nat, get Dallas on the phone…" Steve trailed off, throwing his arm in front of Shuri to block her as Bucky pushed himself off of Kilmonger, trying to back away as he screamed in agony. "Nat, I need the shutdown code for the Winter Soldier."

"Shit!" Natasha hissed as she grabbed Ross by the arm to pull him down just as the glass to Shuri's lab shattered. He tugged her behind a metal table, looking over his shoulder as the ship continued to shoot at them. "Steve, we're trapped down here!"

Looking over as Bucky fell to his knees, Steve realized he was gone. Kilmonger stood proud over the Winter Soldier, then ordered, "Убить капитана." Steve's eyes grew as Bucky turned on him, charging forward with sparking wires sticking out from where his left arm had been. When he reached Steve, he kicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling down the stairs to the grass below as the battle raged around them.

"Romanoff, he's been compromised."

"Can you subdue him?"

"I can try." Steve smashed Bucky in the face with his shield, but he just grabbed Steve's uniform and yanked him forward, bashing their heads together before tossing Steve to the side like he weighed nothing. "I could really use that shutdown code from my daughter."

Natasha groaned, peeking around the table to see the jet had vanished, "Ross, I need a phone!"

He fumbled with the pocket of his pants, eventually pulling out a cell and shoving it at Natasha. She dialed the number from memory, panting as she stood and ran across the shattered glass to the edge of the lab, the Black Panther falling from the opening above, "Cap, where's the king?"

"I don't know, I'm a little busy right now," Steve gasped as Bucky knelt on his throat, using his right arm to rip the shield from Steve's forearm. "Nat!"

"I'm working on it!" Natasha yelled back, sprinting up the ramp out of the lab as the phone continued to ring, "C'mon Dee, pick up!"

The music wafting from Dallas's air pods stopped abruptly as her phone began to ring. She reached for her phone, seeing it was an unknown number calling her. She placed the phone face down on the side of the bathtub, but it continued to ring, so she groaned and answered, "Hello?"

"Dallas! Thank God you answered, what did Denver say to stop Barnes?"

Dallas was so stunned by the familiar voice on the other end she dropped her phone in the tub. "Shit!" She shrieked and grabbed it quickly, grabbing a towel to dry it off, "Nat, where the fuck are you?"

"What did Denver say to stop Barnes? I need to know, now!" Natasha yelled again as Dallas scrambled out of the tub, slipping and smashing her palm against the wall to keep from falling. "Dallas, get Denver!"

She burst through the doors of Shuri's lab, seeing the battle around them settling down, but near the bottom of the stairs she saw Barnes holding up Steve's shield over his head, about to bring it down and decapitate Captain America, "Dallas, he's gonna kill Steve, I need to know what she said!"

As Natasha sprinted towards the fighting super soldiers, shooting a Widow's Bite at Bucky's neck to distract him from Steve, Dallas wrapped a towel around herself, trying not to slip as she ran down the hallway towards the living room. "Denny! Denny, where are you?

Suddenly, Pietro appeared with Denver in his arms, looking Dallas up and down hungrily, but she just grabbed the child and set her on the ground, "Denver, what did you say to Uncle Bucky."

She shook her head and Dallas cradled the cell phone between her cheek and her bare shoulder, hearing Natasha yell on the other side of the line, "Denny, Daddy is in trouble. Uncle Bucky is gonna make him dead if you don't tell me. What did Mommy tell you to say?"

"Sputick!"

"Sputick? What the hell is Sputick?" Denver gasped loudly and pointed at her aunt, but Dallas just repeated her words into the phone, "She says Sputick. I don't know what that means!"

Natasha threw her body against Barnes, knocking him off of Steve so he could push against his hands to bound to his feet. He grabbed the edge of his shield before Bucky could hit Nat with it, pushing against Bucky as Natasha panted into the phone, "Sputick? Like, Sputnick?"

Bucky's eyes rolled back as his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the grass, falling onto what was left of his shattered metal shoulder. Steve grabbed Natasha and pulled her to his chest, holding her tightly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She murmured, running her hand over the massive bruise forming on Steve's cheekbone, "How did a one-armed, brainwashed assassin get the best of Captain America?"

Steve looked down at his friend at his feet, gently nudging the shield away with his boot, "He's my friend."

"Hullo! I'm still here! What's happening?" Dallas yelled through the receiver, and Natasha handed the phone to Steve. Before he could even speak, Dallas seemed to recognize his breathing, because she started berating him, "A couple days, huh? You got arrested, Steve Rogers, you went to prison. And now Bucky's trying to kill you, too? It's not fun, is it?"

"How's Denver?"

"Don't 'How's Denver' me! Where the hell are you? I was told you were imprisoned and to not expect you to come home. You gonna come home? Get thrown in an American prison?" Steve could hear Dallas wheezing she was so worked up. He collapsed onto his ass beside Bucky, waiting for the woman to answer his question as he saw the Wakandans begin to breathe easy now that the battle was over, "Denver's fine. She misses you. She keeps asking if you'll take her back to daycare, but I didn't want to take her until I knew what was happening with you. Didn't want them asking questions."

Steve was standing in the way of his daughter's happiness and well-being. That was clear as the blue sky above him. If he wanted her to have any semblance of a normal life, he needed to leave her behind. She'd never forgive him, and she'd never understand, but in time, the memory of him would become as faded as Denver's memory of her mother.

"Goodbye Dallas." Steve hung up the phone and reached up to hand it to Natasha, staring over the grassy battlefield at the burning ships they'd taken down. At least, for him, this war was over.

Dallas stared at the cell phone in disbelief, her hand quaking until she dropped it. She fell onto her ass and grabbed her mouth with one hand and her towel with the other. Denver watched her curiously, then poked her aunt in the arm, "Auntie Dallas? What's wrong?"

The woman looked at the child, then up to Pietro, seeing how fidgety he was. He'd heard. He understood what she did. He didn't know what to tell Denver either.

"Honey… I don't think Daddy is coming home." Dallas explained slowly, looking to the young Sokovian for help. She grabbed Denver's cheeks as he knelt beside them, rubbing Denver's back lightly. "I think Daddy has to go away."

"Is he going to Heaven to be with Mommy?" Denver asked, turning away from Dallas to throw her arms around Pietro, "Are you my new Daddy now?"

"No, that's not how that works." Dallas scolded, shooting Pietro a warning look, but he didn't stop trying to comfort the child. Dallas drew her lips into a thin line, trying to come up with a good reason for Steve to not come back for his daughter. "Denny, Daddy loves you very much, but he's in trouble. He's become a bad guy."

Denver shook her head rapidly, letting go of Pietro to grab Dallas's towel and yank it right off in her anger. Dallas gasped and covered herself quickly, pointing at Pietro threateningly, but he was far more worried about the way Denver's lip began to quiver than the view he'd gotten of Dallas's bare chest. "No. No no no, Daddy isn't a bad guy! He's Captain America, he's the goodest Venger!" Denver screamed, pushing Dallas away with more strength than the woman realized she had. "I want Daddy!"

She went sprinting down the hall as fast as she could, and Pietro sped after her, returning with the wailing little girl in his arms as Wanda and Sam appeared from the other room. When Sam saw Dallas, then looked to Denver, his eyes widened, "Please tell me he's alright."

"He's not coming home. I can't explain it, but I can feel it." Dallas sobbed, leaning forward and allowing the tears to fall as Denver continued to bash her fists against Pietro's collarbone to get him to let her down.

"Let me go, I want Daddy!"

Wanda carefully reached over and took the screaming blonde from her twin, combing back Denver's hair as red swept through her strands as she sang softly, "Sleep my darling, don't you cry…"

As she gentled cradled Denver nearby, Sam helped Dallas to her feet, "Steve isn't going to leave Denver. He'll come home. I know it."

"I don't want her to wait for somebody who isn't coming back. Brooklyn kept leaving her, and one day she didn't come back. Maybe its easier this way." Dallas whispered, but her expression crumbled as she threw her arms around Sam's neck and sobbed, "Bucky tried to kill Steve. I think he's gone. I loved him so much."

"Shhh, it's okay. Don't give up on them yet. If I know anything about that punk, it's how much he loves you. He won't stop until it's safe for him to come home for you."

Once the sun had set over Wakanda, King T'Challa returned to the palace after defeating Kilmonger. He hugged his sister and his mother, before pulling Nakia and even Okoye in for a tight hug, but then, he turned to the Avengers.

"Erik would have killed Shuri had you not intervened today. I see now that he used Sergeant Barnes as a puppet for his own crimes. As hard as it is to look at you and see you as innocent, I have to see you as Kilmonger's weapon. A blade doesn't choose who it takes, the person wielding it does." T'Challa gave Bucky a firm nod, "You could have killed me that day, too. And then my whole family would be slaughtered, and my country would be under a mercenary's rule. I cannot thank you all enough for putting your own lives on the line to help right this wrong."

"I can't apologize enough, Your Highness." Bucky lowered his head, but T'Challa shook his and raised his hands, "We don't do that here. Not to our friends. In the eyes of Wakanda, you three have been expunged of your crimes. In the eyes of the world, I cannot promise the same."

Steve and Natasha shared a glance, but Shuri stepped forward, "You don't have to leave. This whole mess started because Kilmonger meant to take over Wakanda, you shouldn't have to go on the run because of his greed. Stay with us, as our guests, until you can figure out a safe way to return home." She looked to Bucky, tilting her head to meet his downtrodden gaze, "Sergeant Barnes, I believe I can remove the programming from your mind. It will take time, and lots of hard work, but I do think it is possible, if you are willing to let me try."

Bucky nodded, smiling weakly before looking at Steve, "I'd like to try. I can't trust my own mind. I can't be around Denver or Dallas until I can, and whether or not I had a choice, I still killed all those people, Steve. I don't want to come home until I can be responsible for my own actions. I'll stay, but you need to go home."

Looking to the right to find T'Challa watching him patiently, Steve answered softly, "We'll talk more about it tonight. Thank you for your hospitality."

The King offered a gentle smile, then tilted his head towards Okoye without taking his gaze off of Steve, "Show them to their rooms. Give them anything they need should they decide to stay."

"Yes, Your Highness." Okoye slammed her spear into the tile and led the three Avengers deeper into the palace with her head held high. As they reached a long hall with many tall doors, she paused and turned, "How many rooms do you require?"

"We, uh-" Steve stammered as he looked back at Natasha, noting the coy smirk that grew on her features. Bucky raised his right hand and answered, "Two. Agent Romanoff should have her own space, but I'd like to speak to Steve alone."

"Very well." Okoye looked between Steve and Natasha with a knowing smile, then gestured to the door before leading Nat across the hall. As the general walked away, Steve watched Natasha as they both went to close their respective doors.

"Night, Cap." Natasha said gently, but Steve could see worry in her green eyes. "See you in the morning."

"Goodnight." Steve mumbled as they closed their doors. He turned around, seeing Bucky sitting at a desk in the far corner of the room, writing something slowly. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry to cockblock you, Pal, but now isn't the time to make good on her offer." Bucky didn't look up and he didn't answer Steve's question, instead focusing on the task at hand. His dark brows were furrowed as he focused on his letter, unable to keep the page steady without his left hand. Steve leaned over Bucky's shoulder to hold the paper still, and Bucky finally looked up at Steve with a scowl, "What do you want?"

"You're writing Dallas?"

"Yes. I'm apologizing. I almost killed her." Bucky dropped the pen and massaged his forehead, "Steve, I was gonna ask her to marry me, and I tried to kill her, and Denver, too. I can't go back." His hand was shaking as he picked the pen back up, "Everything Hydra put in my head is still in there. If they can fix me, I'm going to stay."

"Why did Denver know the word to shut down the Winter Soldier?" Steve asked, sitting on the bed behind his friend, "Did Dallas know?"

"No. I never could have told anybody, I didn't even know…" Bucky paused, turning to look at Steve, "At one point I must have known. But they wiped it from my mind." He looked down at his human hand, turning it over to rub his fingers together. "Brooklyn must have known. Maybe I told her, and she wiped it away so I couldn't tell anyone else. It makes sense, if there was anybody the Winter Soldier would have wanted to protect, it was her."

Steve watched Bucky for a few moments, remembering Rumlow's words in Lagos. "Did you and Brooklyn sleep together?"

Bucky swiveled around in the chair to face Steve, shaking his head rapidly, "No, never, I couldn't have-"

"Would you even remember if you did?" Steve interrupted, standing to pace around the room, "Did you fuck the mother of my child, Barnes?"

"I don't know, Steve. I don't think so."

"Then why would Rumlow say you did?" Steve turned and yelled, shaking in his boots. He quickly knelt and pulled apart the boots, forcing himself to stay and finish the conversation even though all he wanted to do was run away, "I just gotta know. I just gotta know if you did…"

"Why? If I say yes, are you gonna go and fuck Dallas? To get back at me? I loved Brooklyn-" Bucky paused clenching his hand into a fist that he bit his teeth into for a moment, "He loved Brooklyn, the Winter Soldier did. I didn't have sex with her."

Steve stood and began to strip out of the outer layer of his uniform, grabbing the front so hard he ripped the silver star straight off. He stared down at it, then discarded it on the ground, "Then why did Rumlow insinuate that you did?"

"Ask me when they unscramble my brain." Bucky challenged, staring his best friend straight in the eyes, "For seventy years, I did whatever I was told. For much of the last decade, I did what Brooklyn asked of me. Unless she asked me to be intimate with her, I wasn't. I didn't have the capacity to want that. I know that for certain."

"I'm sorry." Steve mumbled, rubbing his face roughly. He needed to shave. "I'm sorry, I just feel like everything I've done since the moment I woke up from the ice has been a mistake. Brooklyn was a mistake. Having a child with a double agent was a mistake, but in my defense, I didn't know I'd made it. Trying to be a father and Captain America was a mistake."

Bucky stood and grabbed Steve's shoulder, pulling him against his chest for a tight hug, "That's not a mistake, Steve. You're a great father, and I don't know anybody else who could carry that shield. And you shouldn't regret Brooklyn either." Steve let out a single sob and Bucky released him, "If she didn't really love you, she would have never been on the helicarrier that day. She knew going up against the Winter Soldier was a death sentence, for one of you."

"I could have taken you without her." Steve grumbled, smiling weakly and causing Bucky to laugh, "Sure you could have. You keep telling yourself that."

With a heavy sigh, Steve peeled out of the rest of his uniform and looked at the shield on the floor, "If Captain America goes back to the US, he'll be arrested." Steve let out a low chuckle and shook his head, causing his shaggy hair to fall away from his forehead, "Brooke wanted to run away. Shoulda done it then. Maybe it's too late now."

As Steve shoved back his hair, Bucky shrugged, "Or you could just go home. Be with Denny. You and Romanoff seem to have some weird thing going, so explore that. You're Captain America, I'm sure you can work something out."

"If I go back, Denver will never have a normal life. If I run, maybe she can have a chance at being a regular kid." Steve admitted, gazing ahead as Bucky wondered where this was going. Steve reached into the pocket of his utility belt and pulled out an old, folded photo of him and Denver the day the press found out he had a daughter. He had to do what was best for her, for once. "I'm not going back, Buck. I'm done being Captain America."

Sam Wilson looked over his shoulder as he walked quickly down the dark hallway of the Avengers Compound. He clutched his forest green duffel strap tightly, pausing only when he heard laughter coming from Wanda Maximoff's room. He stopped and listened, but the laughter stopped, and Vision appeared moments later.

"Can I help you?" Vision asked, oddly pleasant considering Sam was eavesdropping of them. The door popped open and Wanda leaned against it, raking her eyes over Sam with a mildly amused expression.

"Sorry. I was looking for Denny. Thought maybe you guys were playing. I'm heading down to my sister's place for a baby shower, I wanted to say goodbye. I'll probably be gone a few weeks." Sam gestured with his free hand to his stuffed bag, "Not like I'm doing much up here these days."

"You could still sign the Accords." Vision said evenly, and Wanda reached out and patted his arm, adding, "We miss working with you."

A little smile bloomed on Sam's face, but he looked down shyly, "I miss you guys, too. But I'm gonna take this opportunity to do a little soul searching. Spend some time with my family. Maybe travel a bit."

Wanda nodded, tugging down the sleeve of her light sweater, "Well, don't stay away too long." She looked past Sam, as if noticing something he didn't, "How are you getting to your sisters?"

Sam chuckled, rubbing his hand over his short hair, "Is it bad if I say I was just gonna take the wings? Save the money on airfare?"

"Hmm," Wanda hummed, turning and pressing her palm against Vision's chest, "My favorite episode is next. I don't want to miss it." She looked over her shoulder at Sam, her eyes glowing red, "Fly safe, Sam."

He nodded, giving her a short wave as she closed the door. Vision's suspicious look wasn't lost on Sam, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He had people waiting on him.

Walking down the hallway, Sam heard Denver jabbering to Dallas, and smiled to himself, coming to a stop to lean against the child's doorframe.

"Uncle Sam!" She threw her arms in the air and slid off of her bed, running to the man and squeezing his legs. She looked up at his bag, crunching her brows together and pouting, "You leavin?"

"I'm going to see my family." Sam knelt down, giving the child a proper hug, "I'll see you soon, Kiddo."

Denver crawled back into bed, and Sam finally noticed how frustrated Dallas looked. He was hardly phased by her bitchy expression, because annoyance had been Dallas's go-to mood ever since she spoke to Steve. Convinced he was never coming back, she'd accepted that she was now a single woman raising her dead sister's daughter because the child's father was somewhere out in the world. It was a big world. If Steve Rogers didn't wanna be found, he wouldn't be.

"We were so close to falling asleep." Dallas sighed, shoving Denver's head into the pillow. "Go to sleep. Tomorrow I'll take you for ice cream."

"Cupcake, too?"

"Sure, Cupcake too." Dallas kissed her niece's forehead and tucked her in tight, "Night Denny. Catch that moon, okay?"

"And the stars?"

Dallas stopped and turned around when she reached Sam at the doorway, nodding a little, "Someday. Maybe start with the moon and go from there. Goodnight. I love you, Denny."

"Love you, too." Denver murmured as she clutched her stuffed shield and rolled over, facing the window overlooking the lake. Dallas pulled the door closed and turned to Sam with raised brows.

"Where ya off to?"

"Louisiana." Sam answered and Dallas hummed in approval, shuffling to the kitchen and pulling open the fridge, pushing things aside before emerging with a tub of cookie dough.

Dallas shrugged at Sam's questioning look, "I could drink, but if she has a nightmare the cookie dough won't get me shit faced."

"Fair enough." Sam answered, grabbing an apple from the basket on the table and taking a bite as he followed Dallas into the living room. He stopped when he saw Tony Stark sitting on the couch, tapping on a holographic screen in front of him, "Stark?"

"Wilson." Tony answered dully, zooming in and addressing Dallas, "So, in theory, if we shift the axis by thirty-five degrees-"

"It'll still overheat." Dallas cut him off, plopping on the couch beside Tony and tapping on the screen herself. She narrowed her eyes and pointed at a chart in the upper right corner, "It's not stable, Tony. I think we need to start from the drawing board."

"On that note, I'll see you guys in a few weeks." Sam bid them goodbye, leaving the two to their work.

Dallas scratched the back of her head, staring at the screen until she heard Cupcake whining down the hall. She pulled up her phone, checking the baby monitor to find Denver sound asleep where she'd left her. She shrugged it off and went back to work, but the dog continued to whine until his cries turned into frantic barking.

"What the hell, Cupcake!" Dallas snapped as she shot to her feet, crawling around the coffee table and storming towards Denver's bedroom. She flew open the door, finding Cupcake standing on the bed and howling at the window.

Denver was gone.

"This isn't possible." Dallas quickly grabbed the dog by the scruff and pulled him away from the bed, ripping back the sheets before trying to open the window, "Stark! Wanda! Pietro! Sam!"

Pietro was the first one on the scene, looking around and realizing the child was gone, "Where is she?"

"I don't know, we gotta find her!" Dallas shrieked, turning and falling into Tony's arms as Pietro sped out of the room with Wanda sprinting right after him. "Tony, how did this happen? I was just here! I was right here! Tony…" Dallas trailed off, looking in the closet, noticing a bunch of her stuff was missing, then running towards the bathroom, trying to figure out where the three-year-old could go. "Where is she?"

"We'll find her, I promise." Tony assured Dallas, but they were distracted by the sound of shattering glass.

Dallas took the stairs three at a time down to the lobby, finding Vision, Wanda, and Pietro already there. She froze in place when she saw who had broken in, clenching her fists before letting out a blood curdling scream of fury.

The Avengers moved aside to allow Tony to pass, and he swallowed down the lump in his throat at the sight of the red, white, and blue shield lying amongst the shattered glass.