Hello everyone! LoneWolf here, hope you enjoy this rewrite of Captain America Civil War from the POV of my character, Phoebe. R&R. The start might be a bit fluffy but will get to the actual film soon.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own MARVEL or this film, OC belongs to me though. There is some swearing.
Chapter One: Lagos 2016
I looked out through the window down at the streets again. As I did this I played with the two rings on my left hand, behind me I heard the sound of combat boots coming towards me. Two large, muscular arms clad in blue wrapped around me. I smiled and put my hands on the gloved hands of the person behind me. I turned around and faced none other than Steve Rogers himself, he's my ally, team member, and above all… he is my husband.
"Hello, dear." I said.
"Hello, lovely." He replied.
He placed a hand on my cheek and stroked my cheek with his thumb. I raised my hand and put it on his hand, I could feel his ring through his glove.
"I'm pleased to know that you wear your wedding ring under your gloves." I mentioned.
"Hon, we've been married for one and a half years, I rarely take it off."
"I know, but this is the first time I've decided to bring this up."
He nodded. "I've also noticed that you wear yours under your gauntlets."
I smiled, my engagement ring was handmade by Steve. He'd made it with a mix of rose gold and silver, which, alone with the tools, had been provided by Tony. It also had a small diamond on it (also from Tony). He then had forged it in secret, sneaking off during the day and during the night.
"What do you think of this mission?" Steve asked, snapping me back to reality.
"It's a good idea. Rumlow needs to be brought in." I answered.
"Let's hope this is the last time we have to confront him" Steve said as he rested his forehead on mine.
"I hope so too." I said and pressed a quick kiss on his lips.
I stepped away and paced the small room. Its walls were a light brown and had lacy curtains, the double bed had a couple of newspapers on them along with both Steve and I's helmets, my sword and dagger and my gauntlets. Steve was watching me as I paced the room, his sparkling blue eyes watching my every move. Sighing, I looked over at him.
"What?" I said.
"Nothing, it's just that you're going to pace a hole in the floor."
I poked my tongue at him and continued looking out the window.
"Alright what do you see?" He asked over the coms.
"Standard beat cops, small station. Quiet street. It's a good target." Replied the voice of Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch.
"There's an ATM on the south corner. Which means?" Steve asked.
"Cameras." Came the reply.
"Both cross streets are one way." I added.
"So compromised escape routes."
"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, means he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve said and looked out the window. "See that Range Rover halfway up the block?"
"Yeah the red one? It's cute." Wanda joked.
"It's also bulletproof." Added Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. "Which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody, probably us." She mumbled.
"You guys know that I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda asked.
"Looking over your shoulder needs to become a second nature." Nat shot back.
"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Asked Sam Wilson, the Falcon.
"Not to my face, no. Why? Did you hear something?" Nat teased.
"Eyes on target folks." Steve ordered.
"This is the best lead on Rumlow we've had in six months, we don't want to lose him." I reminded them as Steve looked out of the window again.
"Huh. If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kinda hates us." Sam mentioned.
Steve looked outside again and ushered me over. I looked out and saw a red garbage barging its way down a crowded street, people were throwing garbage at it as it barged into cars and stalls.
"Sam, you see that garbage truck?" Tag it." Steve ordered.
As I watched, Redwing flew under the truck.
"Give me x-ray." Sam said. "Yeah that truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed." He informed us.
"It's a battering ram." Nat deduced.
"Go now!" Steve ordered.
"Why?" Asked Wanda.
"He's not hitting the police." I said as Steve grabbed his helmet.
I buckled my sword in its scabbard to my back, and slipped the dagger into its sheath. I slipped my gauntlets and helmet on. Steve rushed out of the room and I followed him as he ran up to the roof. I turned into a dragon and Steve climbed onto my back and wrapped his arms around my neck. I opened my wings with a crack and flapped three times, lifting myself into the air before gliding over the streets in pursuit of the garbage truck. Sam flew in front of me, causing me to stop suddenly and fly higher.
"Sam, shared flying zone here." Steve warned.
"Sorry, not sorry." He responded cheekily.
I growled low in my throat and put on a burst of speed before flying over Sam and nudging his wings with one of my fore-paws. Sam yelped and rolled sideways to avoid my claws. Steve nudged me with his knees.
"Stop fighting you two."
I rumbled quietly and noticed that the driver of the garbage truck had jumped out of the cab as the truck continued barreling towards a barrier. It smashed into it and the back bucked up and smashed through the over-head barrier before toppling over on its side, garbage flying everywhere. Sam was no-where to be seen as I looked over my shoulder at Steve. He pointed down, I saw three trucks crash their way in and the backs of all opened up. People in black started firing at anyone in the vicinity. A few stepped forward and fired canisters through the windows before running in, there was a large figure in black among them. I rumbled and nodded my head towards the figure, Steve looked down.
"Rumlow." He said. "Good spotting, Phoebe."
I started making my way down, wind whistling past my ears.
"Drop me over there!" Steve shouted, and pointed at the parked cars from the facility.
I pressed my wings closer to my body and Steve climbed down from my back onto my fore paws, where i held him tightly.
"Now!" He yelled over the wind when we cleared the roof of the facility.
I let go of him, and Steve held his shield in front of him and tucked himself behind it. The mercenary didn't even get a chance to look up as Steve smashed into them and sprang to his feet, shield raised to protect him from the bullets that the mercenary's fired at him. He kicked the front of the truck that he was behind, sending it swinging towards one of them. I landed on top of the facility's roof and roared loudly, causing the ground to shake and windows to shudder. Steve took advantage of this distraction to take down the other two mercenary's that were firing at him. One his felled with a throw of his shield, and other by vaulting onto the hood of the car and jump-kicking the man in the chest, sending him crashing into a pillar.
"Body armour, AR-15's. I make seven hostiles." Steve reported.
Sam swooped under one of the overhead passes and flew over the top of it. As he came into view, a mercenary started firing at him, Sam folded his wings over his front and flew forwards, opening his wings at the last second to take out two of them. The second one stood up and raised his gun, Sam quickly drew his guns and fired twice. The merc fell dead onto the roof of a truck.
"I make five." He said.
I dove down from the roof and landed, I quickly shifted back to my human form, grabbed my dagger and threw it at the mercenary closest to me.
"Four." I growled as I pulled the dagger out the man's throat.
Wanda glided down, scarlet energy swirling around her fingers and feet. Sam followed close behind.
"Rumlow's on the third floor!" He announced.
Steve walked over to Wanda.
"Wanda, just like we practiced." He ordered.
"What about the gas?" She asked.
"Get it out." He said and ran up the front of a truck, Wanda used her magic to lift him up and towards a window on the third floor.
I shifted into a small dragon and flew through a window. Once I was inside, I shifted back and drew my sword, the mercenary's inside wore gas masks. One of the perks of being a supersoldier is that the gas didn't work on either of us. Steve kicked one of the three mercs into a pillar and ripped the gas mask off of another one, making her choke and wheeze before I raced forward and drove my sword through her chest, I pulled it out smoothly and swung it sideways, almost chopping the other mercenary in half. I knelt down and cleaned the gleaming, Vibranium blade of blood and gore. Steve walked past me and I smiled up at him, before noticing that the gas was making its way over to the window, swirling and tumbling, with strands of scarlet among it. Suddenly I heard two explosions.
"Must've been Sam dealing with the last two mercs." I commented, Steve walked over to the window.
"Yeas, it was." He confirmed.
"Come on, we'd better go if we want to catch Rumlow." I said.
We raced through a maze of corridors until we came across a room with its door ripped from the hinges.
"You check, I'll stay here." I said.
"Okay. Stay safe." Steve said and pecked me on the lips.
"Go on." I said chuckling and nudged him forwards.
Steve smiled at me and walked into the room, I waited for a few seconds before Steve reported his findings.
"Rumlow has a biological weapon." He reported hastily.
I ran into the room and found Steve in front of a cabinet labeled with "Bio hazard". The cabinet was empty, and since this was the Institute of Infectious Diseases, it most likely held a lethal pathogen.
"I'm on it." Nat reported.
I heard the sound of brakes squealing, then the sound of fighting, grunts and yelps of pain, and electricity sizzling.
"Should we help her?" I suggested.
"No, it's Nat. She can handle it."
As soon as Steve said that there was an explosion. We ran out onto a balcony, I spotted Natasha lying on the ground coughing.
"We've got company." Steve muttered.
I turned around just as Rumlow fired an RPG at us, Steve blocked it with his shield, but the impact sent us stumbling into the lobby. We scrambled to our feet, Steve protecting his head with his shield, while I shifted my skin into Vibranium. We started running down the corridor, Rumlow firing after us. We skidded to a stop and the end of the corridor and looked down, and Rumlow fired another RPG at us, sending us flying out. I was lucky to still be in my Vibranium form, but Steve smacked into the edge of the building and missed landing on the truck, tumbling to the ground with a groan. I hopped down off of the ledge I was on and shifted back to normal while running over to my dazed husband.
"Steve! Are you okay?" I asked.
"I should be." He groaned. " Sam. He's in an AFV heading north!" He said and staggered to his feet.
I shifted into a dragon and crouched down so that it would be easier for Steve to get on my back. Once he was comfortable I took off and started heading north.
"I've got four, they're splitting up!" Sam reported.
"I got the two on the left." Nat mumbled.
I landed close to the AFV and Steve leaped off of my back, people were gasping and pointing at us. He investigated a pile of gear. I shifted back and ran over to him, scanning the crowd.
"They ditched their gear, it's a shell game now. One of them has the pay load." Steve reported.
At that moment an explosive landed on his shield, people screamed and Steve threw the shield into the air where it detonated harmlessly. Then we both were punched hard in the back. The blow sent us flying into a bunch of plastic chairs and tables.
"There you are you sons of bitches!" Rumlow growled.
We staggered to our feet.
"I've been waiting for this!" He yelled and punched Steve hard, sending him stumbling to the ground.
He then turned to me with a mad glint in his eyes.
"He doesn't have it! I'm empty." Sam exclaimed.
I grabbed my dagger and charged at him, he sidestepped and I slid through the sand. Rumlow growled and ran towards me, but Steve punched him in the back. I sheathed my dagger and leaped at Rumlow, shifting into a wolf I snarled and bit at his armour. He grabbed me by the scruff, I yelped in pain. He threw me against a wall, where I shifted back and watched Steve exchange blows with Rumlow while my head stopped spinning.
"Payload's secure. Thanks Sam." Nat said.
"Don't thank me." Sam answered happily.
"I'm not thanking that thing."
"His name is Redwing. Use it."
"I'm still not thanking it."
"He's cute, go ahead and pet him."
I rolled my eyes and watched as Steve dodged the mad-man.
"Come on!" He yelled and beat his chest.
Steve was thrown against the wall beside me. I looked at Rumlow who tried to hit Steve in the head but was blocked.
"This is for dropping a building on my face." He snarled, and a knife sprang out of the knuckle of his suit.
He swung at Steve, stopped and stabbed me in the thigh. I hissed and kicked out with my good leg.
"And that's for you fucking wife when she tried to kill me." He growled and drew the knife out of me.
Steve roared in anger and twisted the gauntlet off and threw it on the ground. Rumlow drew a second knife, cackling evilly, which Steve dealt with in a similar fashion to the first one. He then dealt a few heavy blows to Rumlow's mask and kicked him into the middle of the square. Rumlow lifted his helmet off and threw it in the sand, Steve marched over and gripped him by the shoulder straps. His face was heavily scarred, with burn scars and four large claw marks that ran from his forehead to past his neck.
"I think I look pretty good, all things considered." He chuckled.
"Who's your buyer?" Steve growled.
"You know he knew you. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky." Rumlow spat the last word.
Steve drew Rumlow even closer.
"What'd you say?" Steve demanded, a dangerous edge to his voice.
"He remembered you. I was there, he got all weepy about it. Until they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me 'Please tell Rogers, when you gotta go, you gotta go.'" Rumlow leaned closer to Steve. "And you're coming with me." He hissed.
He then pressed a button that was connected to his armoured vest. Flames sprouted out of the vest and I shouted Steve's name. But the flames were kept within a ball of scarlet energy. I turned and saw Wanda concentrating hard on keeping the flames inside the bubble. Rumlow was screaming and Wanda lifted him off of the ground and into the air. The energy dissipated and the explosion tore through the air and the side of a building. Smoke rose from the building and glass rained down on us. Wanda quickly healed my wounds before crumbling to the ground, tears leaking from her eyes.
"Oh, my... Sam... we need, Fire and Rescue... on the south side of the building." Steve gasped. "We gotta get up there!" He told me.
That's chapter one, the next few chapters are relatively short. As always, please review and tell me what you think.