"Who's the blonde?" You ask as Steve pulls the car over on the shoulder; twenty or so feet away a woman stands leaning against the trunk of a black sedan.
"Agent Peggy Carter," Steve puts the car into park, "I'll just be a minute."
"Can you move your seat up?" The Soldier asks Sam.
"No."
"Wilson," You snap, "Move your damn seat up." Sam turns to shoot you a glare before he moves his seat up, grumbling something under his breath. "Don't be a child," You chide him, eyes focused on the interaction between Steve and the blonde agent." Suddenly he turns his head, his eyes meeting yours for a long moment before he turns back and shuts the trunk of her car. He says something briefly and she responds with a diminished smile and nod.
When you look away Bucky is staring at you, "What, you got a crush on Steve or something?"
"What?" The word comes out as a gasp, before you correct yourself, "The hell are you talking about Bucky?"
"Oh, those two are always flirting," Sam cuts in sagely, "It's pretty sick."
"We do not flirt," You respond firmly.
"Okay, maybe flirting is the wrong word," Sam turns around in his seat, "More like longing glances and extended eye-contact."
"Wilson!" You cry out aghast as Steve pulls open the car door. Sam and Bucky both crack up with laughter and you can only imagine what the look on your face is as Steve looks around confused.
"Did I miss something?" Steve asks. With Sam's words ringing in your ears you can't help but notice that Sam was wrong. If anything Steve, minus the look he had shot you from Sharon Carter's side, was doing everything he could do to avoid eye contact with you.
"Just (Y/n) being funny," Sam tells him.
"Yeah," Steve responds without looking away from the road in front of him, "(Y/n)'s a real riot."
Steve pulls the car in a spot next to a grey van and you all climb out.
"Hey guys," Clint says.
"You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice," Steve tells him.
"Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt."
"Thanks for having my back," Steve says, turning to Wanda.
"It was time for me to get off my ass."
"Retirement too boring for you?" You ask Clint with a smile. His eyes shift to you, and he breaks out in a smile.
"Oh good, you're here. That means shit's really gonna hit the fan right?"
"Not if I can help it," Steve says seriously, "How about our other recruit?"
"Other recruit?" You ask, "I thought you said everyone else was with Tony on this."
"He's new. A guy Sam met," Steve tells you, "Scott Lang."
"He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but...he should be good," Clint slides open the door to the van and a dark haired guy climbs out.
"What timezone is this?"
You look at him doubtfully as Clint says, "Come on, come on."
"Captain America," Lang says, shaking Steve's hand.
"Mr. Lang."
"It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long," He drops his hand, "Wow! This is Awesome! Captain America," He looks over at Wanda next, "I know you, too. You're great! I don't know you-" He turns to you, "But you seem great too!" He turns back to Steve, now feeling his shoulders. You bite your lip to hide your grin, "Jeez. Ah, look. I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people so...Thanks for thinking of me." He glances at Sam, "Hey man."
"What's up Tic Tac?" Sam asks.
"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I…"
"It was a great audition," Sam says, "But it'll never happen again."
"Yeah, I'm gonna need that story when all this is over," You say, shooting Sam a grin.
"They tell you what we're up against?"
"Something about some… psycho-assassins?" Lang offers, Sam snorts.
"Yeah we've got two of them on our team."
You shoot Sam a glare and Steve sighs. "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 speaks up suddenly.
"We got a chopper lined up," Clint offers. Suddenly the PA system crackles to life around you, speaking rapid fire German.
"That's not good," You mutter.
"They're evacuating the airport," Bucky clarifies.
"Stark," Sam says.
"Stark?" Lang asks.
"Suit up." Steve says, opening the truck to grab his SHIELD and hand Sam his wings.
You stand in front of Tony and Rhodey, the air between you and Steve and them feels thick with tension.
"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?" Tony says, his trademark sarcastic defensive mechanism at its fullest power.
"Definitely weird," Rhodey responds.
"Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this." Steve says, his tone pleading.
"Barnes was in Romania when the attack went down Tony," You add, trying to get the two of them to see reason.
"Hi (Y/n)," Tony says, ignoring both your and Steve's protests, "Nice to see you are willing to stick your neck out. Maybe not for your friends, but an old flame…"
"I'm not willing to let an innocent man rot in jail Tony, that's what I'm sticking my neck out for."
"Innocent," He scoffs and your eyes narrow.
"If he's guilty then so am I," You remind him, "Even more so. Are you going to lock me up too?" You pause, wetting your lips, "Tony, please. Just hear us out."
Before he can respond a man in a black cat suit leaps over a truck, coming up next to Tony. "Captain."
"Your highness," Steve responds. You're dimly aware of everyone else approaching as Steve and Tony argue.
"Steve…" Nat says carefully, "You know what's about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?"
"All right," Tony cuts in, "I've run out of patience. Underoos!" Another figure swings past, before shooting a web and grabbing Steve's shield and binding his hands before landing. "Nice job kid."
"Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit...Well, it's nothing Mr. Stark. It's perfect. Thank you."
"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation."
"Okay. Cap… Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man."
"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just…"
"Hey, everyone." The newcomer says.
"Tony," You say, shocked, "That's-he's just a kid."
"You've been busy," Steve frowns.
"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave. A safe place. Bringing (Y/n) into this. I'm trying to keep… I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."
"You did that when you signed."
"Alright," Tony snaps, "We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. Now. Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys...with no compunction about being impolite." Steve's mouth settles into a hard line, "Come on."
"We found it," Sam's voice buzzes into your earpiece, "Their Quinjet's in hanger five. North runway." Steve raises his hands into the air and Clint shoots the webbing off.
"Alright, Lang." Steve says. Your eyes meet Bucky's for a brief moment, and before anyone else can move the two of you take off per Steve's plan, feet thudding on the pavement at an inhuman pace. In the terminal you stop for a moment to get your bearings and then the kid swings through the window, kicking you backwards-hard-in the process.
Bucky throws a punch and your eyes widen as the kid-Spiderboy or whatever-catches his metal fist in one hand. "You have a metal arm?" He exclaims, "That is awesome dude!" You scramble to your feet and punch him, sending him flying back into a wall.
"I'll give you this kid," You tell him as he hops to his feet, "You're definitely eating your wheaties. Some kind of serum? Human growth hormone? Radiation?"
"Spider bite."
"Really? Huh. Spider bite. Cute." Before he can respond you launch yourself at him, and he blocks you blow for blow.
"I really don't want to hit a girl," He exclaims.
"Then hit me," Bucky lunges forward and you duck out of the way to give him room, but the kid dodges, flinging himself into the air and right into Redwing's path, which carries him outside.
"Y'all were getting beat up by a twelve year old," Sam scoffs, "Super soldiers my ass."
"Screw you bird-boy," You snap, "Come on, let's get to the jet."
The three of you meet up with Steve and the rest of the team outside and you head towards the Quinjet. Suddenly a beam of energy slices across the runway, blocking your path. You look up to see Vision hovering overhead.
"Captain Rogers," Vision says, "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now."
Behind you Tony and the others arrive.
"What do we do Cap?" Sam asks.
"We fight." Steve responds, his tone firm.
"This is gonna end well," Natasha says, as you once again face off against each other. As you run forward you see the Panther's eyes focused on Bucky and you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arm around his neck and using your momentum to flip him backwards onto the ground.
"You protect a murderer," he growls, and you shake your head, using your weight to keep him down.
You let out a soft yelp as he shoves you off of him easily. You struggle to catch your fooding and then his fist connects with your jaw, throwing you backwards. You land hard on the ground with a hard exhale. Steve didn't mention all the enhanced Tony had managed to round up. You were definitely on even footing. It also didn't help that you worked best when you didn't have to worry about not killing people. Trying to keep your strength tempered definitely slowed you down. Unfortunately it was not slowing down Bucky and the man in the cat suit; you watch as they grab each other by the throats.
"I didn't kill your father," You hear Bucky tell him.
"Then why did you run?" The man asks before ripping Bucky's hand from his neck. He kicks him backwards before launching himself at him claws drawn. You fling yourself forward and tackle him away from Bucky, ignoring the pain of road rash on your exposed skin as you slide on the pavement. Before he can attack a red light surrounds him and he's flung away from you. You throw Wanda a thankful look as you climb back to your feet.
"We gotta go," Bucky calls to Steve, "That guy's probably in Siberia by now."
"We gotta draw out the flyers," Steve says, "I'll take Vision. You two get to the jet."
"No, you go too," Sam responds over the comm, above you he mauvers through the air trying to evade Rhodie's attacks, "The rest of us aren't getting out of here."
"As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one some of us might have to lose it," Clint chimes in.
"This isn't the real fight Steve," Sam tells him and you toss him a sympathetic look.
"They're right Steve. We need to go if we're gonna go. We might not get another chance, and if those other soldiers get activated…"
"Alright," Steve sighs, "Sam what's the play?"
"We need a diversion. Something big," Sam says.
"I got something kind of big…" Lang chimes in suddenly, "But I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half… Don't come back for me."
"He's gonna tear himself in half?" Bucky asks.
"I sure as hell hope not," You reply and glance at Steve confused, but he's staring at Scott.
"You sure about this Scott?" Steve asks him.
"I do it all the time. I mean once. In a lab. Then I passed out." You run your hands over your face, suppressing a sigh. "I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss."
"Steve-maybe-" You start, before Scott Lang is towering over the airport.
"I guess that's the signal," Steve says dumbfounded.
"Guess so. Come on boys. Let's get out of here before Lang tears himself in half." The three of you use Lang's distraction to sprint towards the jet. Vision shoots a beam of light and the control tower collapses in front of the entrance to the hanger. Luckily the rubble is engulfed in Wanda's red glow and the three of you have just enough time to run inside where Natasha is waiting.
"You're not gonna stop," Natasha says.
"You know I can't," Steve replies.
"And you (Y/n)?" She looks in your direction, "You'll be on the run again."
"Was I ever not?"
"I'm gonna regret this," She sighs, before stunning the Panther who had been coming up behind you, "Go."