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Chapter 13

"She spotted you," Tony said informed her.

"She spotted us the moment we pulled up in the jet Tony," Natasha snapped a bit.

"She's not going to come with us easily, is she?" Tony asked with worry.

"Ross had them muzzle her, Tony, what the hell do you think she's going to do!" Natasha snapped, veering off and speeding after her. When she turned down a side road after Bianca she saw the split of four different ways. But she had to choose one because she had a dead-end in front of her. "Shit!"

Hearing Natasha's snap of frustration, Tony felt a small measure of panic start to build up, "Shit? Shit, what? Don't say "oh shit" when we're chasing our girl. Natasha?" Tony said with slight panic looking over below him through the glass floor of his jet to the streets and buildings below him.

"I lost her, she went down a side road, it splits four fucking ways! Tony, can you see if she has an earpiece and track her?"

"Yeah, give me a sec," Tony told her, "Yes, your old one actually- how'd she get her hands on it? Oh, hey I found her, turn left, go straight for three lights and she just turned right, turn now. Now!"

Looking over her shoulder again, Bianca sighed out a heavy breath. "This is going to hurt, this is going to hurt. Okay, you can do this Bee. You can do this! AHH!" She screamed as she dropped the bike on its side, sliding the bike into the side of a building near a festival, and rolled off before the bike slammed into the wall, taking her helmet off she rushed into the bustling festival, several eyes looking at her curiously but many ignoring her as they looked at her with annoyance after seeing her ruin her bike, she ditched her earpiece into a passing by left behind beer cup.

"Uh, Natasha?" he called for her as he looked up and over the roads with confusion, and he definitely did not want to tell her this at all.

"What?"

"I lost her," he told her.

"What do you mean you lost her!" Natasha snapped.

"She ditched the bike near a festival against a wall, and her earpiece is now offline. There's no tracking it now. Damn, when you said you train her you sure did train the girl, didn't you?" he mumbled. When she gave no answer, Tony felt a cold shiver slither up his spine. "Sorry?"

"Track her phone,"

Tony heard the anger, the panic in Natasha's voice, hell, he could hear her fears and her tears. "I'm looking," he wouldn't argue. Not with Natasha. And definitely not right now. "Come on Munchkin, don't do this to us," Tony muttered mostly to himself as he frantically searched for the girl's phones. When the location came back he huffed, his head dropped. "Nat? Whatever I tell you, please don't shoot me."

"Why, is that an option?" she asked with total seriousness.

"No, no it's not. Um… Her phone is um… it's moving away from us, I think she dropped it in someone's car or no a truck or something while she was-"

"Near the ledge of the freeway," she finished for him, "I am really regretting teaching this girl right about now."

Bianca sighed as she walked past stands in the bustling crowed first grabbing a cross over fabric purse, while all the people around were busy with other customers and talking amongst themselves before slipping into several different cloth tents of random festival outlets shopping areas and into the changing rooms to discarded her actually clothing onto of the random pieces of clothing she was piecing together as she went. A baggy blue oversized tank top over top a yellow lace bralette underneath her shirt with a pair of skinny styled bottoms made of leather with random bohemian designed fabric patch's over the torn areas of legs. She's even snatched a pair of black leather mid-calved flared boots with buckles and laces that had been sitting on the stand in the front of the shop.

She'd have to remember these shops, or at least monitor for any of the thefts they'd likely be reporting and remember to send money to them later, because right now she didn't have the cash nor her freaking wallet, otherwise she wouldn't be stealing these things. The red, black, and white oversized men's flannel shirt she'd grabbed off a random chair had been a lucky break as she made her way through the festival. She'd stopped by a perfume stand and politely asked the woman there if she could simply sample one on her using the lie that her father smoked too much and she didn't want to smell like smoke. She was grateful the lady had allowed her to sprit some perfume onto her neck a little. A hopeful distraction from scent tracking if they pulled in the dogs. But she figured they wouldn't use the dogs here. But she could never be too careful. Walking further and finally into a nearby park she politely asked a passer bye if she could borrow their cellphone since she lost hers and was looking for her older sister. When the man smiled and nodded to her, handing her his phone and patiently waiting for her to finish her call Bianca smiled and thanked him when she hung up with Sharon and headed off to meet up with the woman.

She sighed with relief as she found a blue motorbike and found the keys in it. "Buddy, today is not your day. But, I will try to return it in top condition. No promises though," she breathed as she spoke to herself, pulling on the blue helmet, starting up the bike, and took off. Sticking to the speed limits to not get pulled over, making her way to Sharon at the meetup site, but first, she needed to make a quick few stops for a few things.

Bianca sighed as she pulled up just behind a recently parked blue rusted-looking buggy car. When her uncle climbed out of the car, Sharon climbed out of her vehicle, Bianca kicked the stand down and pulled the helmet off, and ran towards her uncle as fast as she could to him. "Uncle Steve!" she shouted, running for him.

Hearing Bianca's voice behind him, Steve turned to find her running up to him. His heart filled with relief as she leaped into his arms. Catching her, Steve felt his eyes fill with tears as he closed them and held his niece in his arms. "Oh thank God," he breathed, holding her tightly in his arms. He was conflicted, he needed to get his and Sam's things, but he didn't want to let her go. Breathing in deeply and calmly, Steve rubbed her back and forced himself to let her go, setting her back on her feet carefully and kissed the top of her head and moved to the car's door, opening it, and moved the seat forward for her to get inside, "Get in the car Monkey,"

Not really wanting to argue, least of all be out of her uncle's sight, Bianca jumped into the back seat and pulled the seat upright as Steve close the door before leaning over Bucky to hug Sam, "So glad your okay," she told him and kissed his cheek.

Nodding to her, Sam sighed with relief as he looked her over as she sat back in the seat, "You too baby-cakes, you okay though?" he asked her with concern.

"I destroyed my bike, so no, I'm not okay exactly."

Looking at her with wide eyes of 'bullshit,' Sam blinked for a moment at her. She'd said that so seriously though, he couldn't help but wonder, "What?"

Looking at her with a big frown, Bucky stared at her, shifting a bit uncomfortably from Sam's seat being back so far. This vehicle was tiny for three guys with long legs. "How'd you destroy the bike?"

"I slid it into a wall when my mother decided she was going to chase me. Didn't exactly end very well."

Now she had his attention. Taking in a nervous breath, Sam looked out the window, watching Steve and Sharon just chatting away, "They sent your mother after you?"

"Don't worry I lost her and Tony. Please, I think I'll be grounded for so long I'll be years past menopause when I'm finally ungrounded," she clarified with dry sarcasm.

Looking back over to her, Sam shook his head with worry, this wasn't funny, this was no time for joking around. "That's not funny Bee,"

"I know it's not Sammie, why do you think you guys beat me here?" she asked him with a small tilt of her head. "I stopped somewhere for a few things- crap, wait a second." She huffed with aggravation, sighing she climbed up between the seats and to the front seat and climbed out. Jogging back to the bike she grabbed the small gym bag she'd strapped to the back of the bike and rushed back to the car, opened the trunk, and shuffled through the gym bag for something. When she closed the truck and made her way around the car, Bianca froze at the scene she came upon.

Her uncle, Steven Rogers, was kissing Sharon Carter.

Looking at the guys in the car she frowned at them with disapproval and tapped the window, startling the two guys in the car. When she got a frown from Sam and his shrug of 'what' she rolled her eyes at him, but the smirk that had stayed on Bucky's face had her sighing with her teenage aggravation at the guy. "Men, I swear," she grumbled, walking to the two adults that had finally finished with their make-out session and handed Sharon three passports and a disposable flip phone. "Just in case you need them." She told her. "My number is in there just in case, also Uncle Steve's." She told the smiling woman as she handed her a slip of paper. "If you need any thing in these three countries, here are names, addresses, and what to ask for from them. Natasha is very informative, the first guy is very relabeled apparently. She said he can meet you just about anywhere with things. But he will have a cut-off point if too much trouble ends up coming his way, so use his recourses wisely. Please," she stopped when Sharon hugged her. Smiling, Bianca wrapped her arms around the woman. "They're going to come after you,"

Smiling at the tightness Bianca's arms got around her, Sharon sighed and hugged her closer, "I know," she whispered. "But you guys are worth it," giving one more good squeeze, Sharon sighed and let Bianca go and pulled a bag out of her truck and handed it to her with a grin, "Give 'em hell little widow. Now go on Bee, get out of here." She told the girl with a smile.

She sighed as she sat in the back seat a little too close to Bucky while they drove to meet up with Clint and Wanda, apparently, Sam's contact was Clint, and to find some guy he called 'tick-tack' out of fun. As she looked out the car window, her arms crossed over her chest and a hand over her lips to cover her growing blush as they drove.

Steve smirked and shook his head when he looked in the rearview mirror at his niece. "Knew it," he said with a shake of his head and a grin.

Looking at Steve with total confusion, Bucky and Sam looked at the blond driving, "knew what?" Bucky asked curiously.

Huffing with embarrassed aggravation, Bianca glared into the mirror her uncle was glancing up into to look at her with his smirk. "Don't even think about going there, that discussion was dismembered on the way here." She told him, "And that is not why I'm… Never mind." She sighed looking back out the window as they pulled into a parking spot of the airport garage. Beside a parked white van.

Sam covered his mouth as he silently laughed, "Oh, I am loving my life right now,"

"Bite it, Sam," Bianca grumbled in warning to the man, sinking in her seat, "I'm fifteen, no one is perfect and that is not the case here okay? And what you're thinking is totally gross," she explained.

Unable to help it, Sam burst into laughter, "I'm sorry Bee, I can't right now. Oh God, take me now," Sam was laughing so hard he was almost crying. He wasn't sure why he was laughing about that, but for some reason it was hilarious.

Looking between Steve's smirking and almost close to laughing himself as he got out of the car with Sam following, Bucky shook his head and looked at Bianca shaking her head and covering her face, "What the hell are they laughing at?" he asked her, he looked to the seat in front of him as Sam moved it open for him to get out. Once Bucky was out he leaned down and held his metal hand out for her, but she had apparently chosen to get out on Steve's side, which was fine by him. 'I need a real vacation,' he mentally grumbled, listening as they spoke to one another, he watched as Bianca hugged the one guy then held onto the redhead. Both girls seemed happy to see each other. Clearly, they knew one another, other than the guy that Sam called Tick-tack, which honestly had Bucky a little curious. "We should get moving," he said.

"I have a chopper lined up," Clint said. He wouldn't lie, he was just a little irritated he'd had to come out of retirement for this. This was insane. Retirement was supposed to be permanent, not five minutes.

When the airport alarms began to blare, and an announcement went overhead Steve, Sam, Bianca, Wanda, and Clint all sighed with small aggravation.

"This just got harder," Bianca grumbled, hearing the announcement.

"Wh-what is that all about?" Lang asked curiously, pointing upward then around to look for a speaker for the announcement.

Sighing, Bucky looked at the guy fully understanding not knowing another language, because he sure as hell hadn't known as many as he did now before HYRDA screwed with him, "They're evacuating the airport." He answered for him.

Sighing, Steve shook his head while he and Sam shared a look of annoyance. "Stark," Sam clarified. "Has to be,"

"Stark?" Lang asked again.

"Okay guys, suit up,"

Bianca sighed as she sat beside Sam, her head resting back against the wall and ledge while Bucky watched through the window while Sam searched for the Quinjet. She had smiled a huge smile when she'd opened the backpack Sharon had handed her. Black durable cargo pants, with a thigh pouch and her utility belt they had confiscated back at the facility and a similar pair of her previously own black boots and a black long-sleeved crew cut shirt and her ankle holder for her small knives. Her pouches, thankfully, had the disk Tasers, a set of batons she hadn't had before, and honestly left her wonder where Sharon had gotten them from, and her Taser bracelets they'd also confiscated previously. Also, she was very grateful for the simple multiple hair ties.

They'd expected the chopper to get struck first, it was why they were spread out and why Steve was out there facing them alone for the time being with Lang on his shield since that would be the first thang the others would go for.

"Wait, who's that guy?" Bucky questioned curiously.

Looking over her shoulder out the window Bianca blanched as she watched a dude in a red suit covered head to toe holding her uncle's shield. "What the heck?" she questioned herself as she looked out over the airstrip as the others arrived. Tony, Rhodie, Natasha, the new guy and she had a bad feeling that Prince T'Challa was there somewhere, but she couldn't see him exactly. She'd been so confused when he'd taken his helmet off when they'd been arrested, but then again, it made total sense. "Oh, we are so screwed." She whispered.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence kid," Sam muttered.

She could hear Tony practically begging her uncle with panic, and they all had good points. But they had to stop that guy from getting to those other Soldiers. "Wait a second," Bianca muttered, hearing the person in the suit talking. She recognized that voice, "But that's completely impossible,"

"What are you over there muttering about?" Bucky asked her with small annoyance.

"Would you two be quiet? Please?" Sam softly snapped at them. "We found it," Sam said the moment Redwing pinned the Jet, "The Quinjet is in hanger Five," he told Cap.

'This is getting really serious here,'

Watching Steve raise his captured hands, they started to move. "Bee, you know the rule, if the fighting breaks out-"

"Which it will," she interjected.

"Get your butt to the jet and get it started, and no lip, Margie," Sam told her.

"Seriously?"

"Alright lips, just get moving," Bucky grumbled, that was until he saw the dude in the red suit spider crawling on the damn windows, "What the hell is that?" he questions.

Sighing with aggravation, Sam shook his head, "Everyone's got a gimmick now," he huffed with aggravation. When the newbie anchored himself and came towards the window, Bianca's eyes widened, "Guys, watch it!" she shouted, shoving Sam forward when the glass shattered and the guy aimed to take out Sam, but he'd gotten her instead.

He hadn't been able to stop or maneuver to avoid her as he took her out. Landing in his crouched position, Peter jumped up with worry as she skidded over the floors. He'd hit his best friend! His only female best friend! "Oh shit! Sorry, Lou! I mean, oh man," he whined, kicking Sam back when the guy moved to attack him. Peter had just turned in time to catch Bucky's swing, "Whoa! You have a metal arm! That is so cool!"

Sitting up after being kicked and skidding across the floor, Bianca glared at the guy with a pissed-off look, 'Lou? He called me Lou! And he sounds like Peter. What the hell is going on!' That couldn't be right though! "Parker?" she called after him curiously as she stood. She was damn well going to get answers.

"Um, n-no! Sorry lady, you got the wrong guy, I-I don't know anyone by that name!" Peter shouted over his shoulder to her when he was suddenly attacked. The little foot to his side hurt like hell, he ducked when her little fist came at his face only to be struck by her kick when he'd tried to duck under her fist.

Once Bianca had pushed herself up just as Sam was kicked back and Bucky had tried to swing at him. She knew she knew him, and he was totally in trouble. She kicked his side a bit, not really wanting to hurt him. Her kick knocked him away from Bucky, then she swung at him and kicked up into the side of his face when he'd tried dodging her. Each attack ripped into her, she wanted to cry, but she bit it all back. "Bullshit! You're the only one other than Ned that calls me, 'Lou'." Bianca snapped at him. She wasn't sure if she was hurt that he hadn't told her or pissed that she was fighting her best friend! Maybe it was both if she was being honest with herself. She didn't want to fight Peter, but she couldn't pull her punches, even for him, "I don't want to hurt you, Pete. Why are you here?"

Completely off guard by her question and claim she didn't want to do this, Peter felt a little hurt that she thought he'd even want to do this, fighting her. Pulling his mask off, Peter sighed as he looked at her with his usual big sad, puppy eyes. "You think I wanna hurt you? Are you kidding me, Lou? Do you have any idea- Ouch, dang it Lou!" shooting his web up, Peter leaped over her, landing as he pulled his mask back over his face, "Come on Lou, please don't make me do this- WHOA! Watch it- Ouch, would you- Ouch! What the- okay, that's it. Sorry, Lou," he whispered to her just before palm striking her in her ribs. He'd gotten her in her scar, the bullet wound she had told him about a few years ago.

The attack had her gasping for breath and holding her ribs as she tried to catch her breath, her lung burning with heat and slight pain. He knew exactly where to get her to make her drop.

Peter watched her with a shredding heart, his best friend. Hell, he was her first friend and Peter thought that was the most amazing thing ever. "Please, stay down," he begged her.

This fight just became more complicated.

Mr. Stark hadn't told him she'd be here. And if Peter had known she was here, he would have already had an idea in his head on how to avoid her and get the other two. But now he couldn't. Worse, he had been the first to engage. And she was here. He knew he couldn't pull his punches even if he wanted to, but he could still try to avoid fighting her, maybe. But the girl hit hard even when she wasn't trying to. However, he had a bad suspicion that she was the one actually pulling her punches. When she stood up, Peter spun on his heel and kicked her back. He hurt and his stomach got all gross when he'd kicked her back, hoping to keep her down and from the fight. But as he watched her roll and catch herself in a crouched position, the angry and hurting look she gave him with that look of gut-wrenching pain had him almost pissing himself. Her hair that had been pulled back had gotten knocked loose in the fight and her rolling that all her long hair was no longer able to be kept out of her face. "Um? L-Lou?" he asked with a small gulp. His heart dropped with panic as she stood and pulled out two small sticks the size of her palms. For a moment he couldn't help but look at them weirdly, that was until she pressed a button on the sides and the sticks extended, "Oh,"

They watched the two going at one another. This guy was obviously a kid even if was freaky strong. And Sam recognized him, he was one of Bianca's friends they'd caught Bianca snuggled up to in the hospital a few years ago. Sam couldn't help but watch for a second. "Damn she is pissed," he muttered.

"You think!" Parker shouted over to them as he ducked and caught her leg, he shouted when she spun up using him and her captured ankle as leverage against him and got him a good one. Peter caught himself and flipped up, he was shocked he'd managed to disarm her of one of the electrified sticks that she had definitely gotten him with a few times. He shouted with a small cry when she brought her leg up then came down with her foot to his knee and clipped him in the leg, making him fall to both his knees.

Bianca was ticked and hurting, emotionally, that he had not told her anything. He knew everything about her, he knew who her parents were, her aunt and uncle, knew that Nat was training her, everything, he knew everything, and he had kept this big and very serious thing from her? She wished she knew why. But right now, she couldn't let that get in her way. They needed to get to the Jet. Kicking out at him she raised a brow when he caught her leg locked it under his arm and lifted her up and slammed her back into a beam. That had definitely shocked her. "Nice, where'd you learn this stuff?" she asked him, anchoring her foot in his gut and shoving him back. Unfortunately, she went with him. The two of them rolled and she was flattened, the retractable baton between them as Petter held back on shoved the thing into her to lock her arms up.

He couldn't help but blush at her compliment. "Oh, uh, you actually." He admitted. "Remember those training videos you sent me a while ago?"

Thinking back on that, Bianca nodded, he wasn't even struggling! She sure as hell was, "Yeah, but those were just basics and acrobatic techniques."

"Yeah, well I worked off those,"

"Oh, nice. By the way, Peter, sorry about this," she told him, when he turned his head sideways, likely curious, she brought her legs up and around his neck and flipped him off her. "Oh thank god, I couldn't keep that up," she admitted. Rolling out of the way of webs she caught sight of the other two just standing there watching. "What the hell is this? A sideshow, run- Ouch! What the- Peter Parker!" she screamed, rolling again with him Bianca managed to finally pinned her friend. When she pulled back to strick him, she was surprised by him lifting them both up and slamming her back into a beam and disarmed Bianca from her other retractable baton.

"Lou! OUCH! Come on Bee, I'm sorry-Ouch! Is this all because I attacked your boyfriend with the metal arm- OUCH!"

Glaring at him with an aggravated huff, she brought her elbow down into his shoulder and brought her knee up into his side before kicking off the wall, flipping over him and landing. She spun to kick him, but even that he had caught, holding her ankle captive for the short time. "Will people seriously stop saying that!" she snapped.

Seeing her blushing, Peter smiled, he couldn't help it, he was still her friend, he just had to tease her. "Awe, look, she's blushing!" Peter teased.

At that, Sam burst into laughter, looking over to Bucky who honestly wasn't finding any of this funny.

Bucky wasn't sure why he was shocked though, he'd seen her fight before, then again, she hadn't been pissed off last time. More like a goofball that had almost gotten herself killed and his metal arm almost ripped out of socket.

Sighing at the plain look Bucky was giving him, Sam sighed and held up his hands in mock surrender, "Okay, okay, damn, no one knows how to laugh anymore," Sam grumbled and flew at the Spider-kid, lifting him up off the ground.

She stifled back a scream when she and Peter were lifted off the ground, when Peter released her foot she flipped to try to keep from landing on her head, but, unfortunately, she missed her landing and almost rolled her ankle. However, she still felt something pull in her foot and ankle, the pain traveled up her leg to her knee and landed on her side, jarring her arm and shoulder. Feeling Bucky's hand grab her arm and lift her up, Bianca latched onto his arm when her ankle rolled again and a different, more intense, pain shot up from her foot and ankle up her leg. Catching herself and felling him steady her from possibly falling any more than she already had, she bit back a shout and held back as much of her tears that she could feel brewing.

"You good?" Bucky asked her when she bit her lip to not shout out when she stumbled and limped for a second.

Nodding as she sucked in a deep breath to move on from the pain she released her deep breath, "No, not really, I just went toe to toe with my best friend who apparent has super-crazy strength and some kind of spider web fibers coming out of him and he's dressed in a onesie, so no, I am not okay," She answered him through the throbbing pain. Breathing out she forced herself to let go of her only anchor to keep her foot off the ground, "Go help Sam, I'll be fine, go." She told him. When he left her there Bianca breathed in and out carefully then moved after them with a limp in her jog.

"Hey, buddy! I think you lost this!" Peter shouted, tossing back whatever Bucky had thrown at him, she'd had to jump and roll out of the way when it bounced off the beam and headed her way.

He'd stared in worry when the metal announcement board had bounced off the beam he'd taken cover behind headed for Bianca, it felt like the War all over again. "Lou!"

"Would you stop worrying about me and just go!" She shouted, breathing through the pain as she got back up.

Growling at her with aggravation, Bucky rushed for Sam, his arms had been captured by whatever this kid was using. But his attempts to help had gotten them both stuck in the end after he and Sam went through the glass railing of the Airport. But at least Sam hadn't taken the brunt of the guy's attack to his chest, that was at least a plus.

She growled when she looked over to the broken glass railing and looked down over to the two of them before looking up to Peter just perched there on the metal beam, her aggravation turned into a wicked grin at a thought, but her fun had been spoiled by Redwing latching onto Peter's wrist and taking his for a short ride and a long drop out a window.

"You couldn't have done that earlier?" Bucky asked him with sarcastic irritation and curiosity.

Sighing, Sam stared up to the ceiling as they just laid there, "I hate you," Sam said with casual tiredness.

Rolling her eyes, Bianca carefully leaped down to them, she couldn't help the shout when she accidentally landed on both her feet, and an electrical jolt of pain shot up her leg from her foot and ankle to her knee. She'd caught herself stumbling against a beam holing the floor up she had just leaped from. Breathing as best she could through the throbbing pain Bianca limped over to them. She'd have taken the stairs but she had no time for that. "Would you two love birds knock it off," she grumbled. Dropping by Sam's side. Pulling one of her knives from her ankle holder she cut the strange fibers from his arms.

He'd watched her limp her way to them, hell her shout of pain had gotten both of their attention when she'd dropped down to the ground floor had him worried, "Bee, what happened?"

"Landed wrong," she told him, standing up with her one good leg she limped her way to Bucky's captured arm and cut those fibers loose. When they were both up she looked between the two of them and handed Sam and Bucky a few of her Taser Disks. "Now get out of here,"

"Bee, you need these," Sam told her.

Shaking her head, she softly laughed at him and looked down at her ankle, "No, actually, you're going to need them. I can't go anywhere with this ankle, I'm more trouble now with it than I was without it."

"They will put you right back in a cage," Bucky told her, "You're not staying here,"

"Shut up and go Sergeant," she grumbled.

Sighing, Bucky ruffled her fallen loose hair and lightly laughed. "Run, while you have a head start, Lou. Come on Sam,"

But nothing seemed to want to go anyone's way. Making their way for the hanger Steve almost had a heart attack when Bianca wasn't with Sam and Bucky, "Where is she?"

"Rolled her ankle, told us to leave, gave your boy some attitude if I'm not mistaken, and she got a little bit of a laugh out of the guy. Which so far has been a difficult job to do," Sam told Steve.

Sighing, Steve looked around nervously, "Come on Bee…" They were almost there, so close but also so far away when a hot beam of power lasered right in their path.

"Captain Rogers!" Vision announced, "I know you believe you are doing what is right. But, for the collective good, you must surrender now." During his little speech of pleading the man to surrender, the others arrived to move in the rest of the Captain's collective group's path.

Bianca breathed out as she limped, this hurt a lot more than a rolled ankle. "Okay, maybe I went a little too rough on Peter, jerk always tells me stuff though… At least I thought he did." Bianca sighed, when she heard the break out of the full-on fight, she sighed. "Oh come on," She'd planned on getting to the jet and wire picking the ramp lock to get it started for her uncle and Bucky, but when she saw the fight she had a nagging feeling to just let them get to the jet and get the hell out of there, because either way, she was safer here rather than going after other winter soldiers that wouldn't have a problem killing her in a heart beat, especially since she was already wounded. "Okay Bee, do you want to be a liability here? Or in Siberia?" she muttered to herself. She groaned hating what her thoughts were. "I am so going to regret this." She grumbled, she wasn't making it to the jet on her ankle. Unfortunately for her, the closest person was Prince T'Challa who was currently climbing out of the container he'd been thrown into. When he moved to charge after Bucky and Steve, Bianca moved between them.

"Bianca, move, he is not the one you want to be tangoing with," Bucky told her.

"Oh hush and go, Barnes," She grumbled.

"You know, one of these days you're going to listen to me," Bucky told her and turned to run with Steve.

"Not a chance soldier," she grumbled to herself. "Sorry your highness, I can't let you go after them." She told T'Challa.

"Move, I do not want to hurt you any more than you already are," T'Challa told her. and he was being honest, she was limping enough as it was. Walking around her, he grunted at the small weight and the legs that were suddenly wrapping up around him, then he was flipped. Rolling away and catching himself easily, T'Challa sighed as he and the girl stared at each other. "Are you really going to make me go through you, little Bianca?" T'Challa asked her. He really didn't want to fight a child. But it looked like she was giving him no choice. "Very well, I will make this quick," When he charged, she charged him, his suit helped him not feel the attacks as much as his body may have, but he knew she was feeling it. He was impressed though, dodging where she could, but she wasn't really attacking him. "What are you doing! You challenge me, and yet you do not truly fight me!" He snapped with angry confusion.

Breathing heavily as she stumbled back from him, Bianca smirked, her eyes glancing over his shoulder to Wanda catching the tower from collapsing in front of the hanger before she looked at T'Challa. "Because I wasn't trying to really fight you." She admitted. When he looked behind him, she attacked, jumping up onto him and planting her feet on his shoulders and used her Garrot, wrapping it around one of his wrists and around his neck and pulled, trying to keep him from going after her uncle and Bucky. She wasn't trying to kill him, that was the last thing she was trying to do. She was simply trying to stall him. When he stumbled back, he turned in a painfully slow circle then slammed them back into a station of heavy crates. She hit the stack of crates with a bad thud causing her to shout out from the pain, gasped when her wire was broken, and she fell back to catch herself against the crates, but the iron grip that took hold of her hurt leg ripped a shout from her, another gasp when she was spun out away from the crates, tossed up into the air then the crashing and cracking of things beneath her. But she hadn't felt it. And that scared her. When she felt a hand cup her face and gently shook her, she blinked her eyes to see T'Challa still masked, her ears ringing and the muffled sound of someone calling for her.

"Bianca! Bianca, wake up, there you are." He could breathe now, she was okay. But he had other things to worry about, and that was getting Barnes. Nodding he jumped from the creates and ran for his target. But it hadn't gone as he'd planned, Romanoff had turned her Widows Bite on him, when he'd jumped for the jet his claws scrapped the wheel as they too off. When he'd turned to face Romanoff, T'Challa fighting every impulse he had to put her flat for turning on him.

"I said I'd help you find them, I never said I'd help you catch them," Natasha said with a nervous breath. "There's a difference," she continued to clarify. And honestly, that was a point, finding someone was completely different than catching someone in her line of work.

Bianca coughed painfully as she tried to move, but there was a pinching pain in her back that was itchy.

Walking out of the hanger after getting over the debris, Natasha looked around to the others gathering in with each other. But she was looking for a certain girl that wasn't in her sight. When she'd seen long strawberry hair and a long-sleeved black shirt covering an arm hanging outward from the crated Natasha felt panic in her. Moving into a jog, her jog jerked into a sprint towards the girl. "El!"

The pain her body was slowly recognizing brought tears to her eyes, but she refused to cry. Not right now. Slowly and painfully, she moved her head down to see where Natasha was screaming from. But she saw with blurring vision, red hair and the woman's black uniform. "Mom?" she weakly rasped out. When she felt hands on her face, Bianca closed her eyes, she couldn't see, honestly, she thought it was the tears she wanted to cry.

Her body trembling as she gently took hold of the girl's face, Natasha looked her over where she could as tears spilled from her eyes, "Oh god, okay, um, Bee, can-can you open your eyes for me baby?" she asked pleadingly.

Forcing her eyes open, Bianca felt a sad smile spread across her face when she could see her a bit more clearly, but something was wrong, or weird really, "We're upside down," she whispered weakly, trying to laugh at the childish comment that she had randomly thought of and said out loud.

Natasha's heart sank at a childhood memory of her and Yelena. Maybe it was time she told Bianca about her past, the girl had been asking about Yelena since they had gotten her back from Ultron, and she had skirted around it for the last year. The memory of her little sister's blonde hair hanging as she bent backward, her sweet little laugh, it was haunting, but a sweet and sad memory. One she treasured. Then the painful memory they had all been traumatized with when they'd been separated. Nodding with a painful and whimpered laugh, Natasha carefully brushed her hands over Bianca's face, "Yeah, just… Just stay awake, okay?"

"Lou!" Peter shouted, stumbling his way to her and the crates, holding his ribs as he made his way to them, and pulled his mask from over his head with pained exhaustion. "Louie!"