A/N

I have had such a great response to this story and it literally makes me so happy! Thank you to ALL! I hope as this story continues those of you reading enjoy it to the very end :)

Review Questions Answered

Lucien The Lostlight:

I plan on continuing this story through Endgame and will follow the plot as best I can upon its' release! I am so glad you'd like to see a few chapters between CW and IW, as this has been my plan all along!

Furia's cut had been worse then she'd thought, but Steve had seen a great deal of battle wounds over the years and had patched up just as many.

She'd been fortunate as there had been a low dose anesthetic on board able to numb the area when Steve started stitching. Furia was tough, but certain she'd have vomited or passed out from the pain had he stitched her up without it.

Bucky sat beside her. She could see the regret in his eyes before she chose to vibe him. She wanted the right words to say to whatever was on his mind, but she also just loved being in his head. There was an undeniable adoration for her in that mind of his and even though Bucky's actions often expressed it, vibing was an extra dose of incredible.

"The answer is yes." Her voice was warm and full of the love she carried for him.

"Hmm?" Bucky raised a brow.

"You're worth so much more." She concluded. He realized she'd read his mind when he questioned if he'd really been worth what they'd went through.

"What's gonna happen to your friends?" Bucky asked worriedly.

Steve kept his eyes on Furia's cut, heavy browed. With a deep sigh he shrugged. "Whatever it is, I'll deal with it."

"We all will." Furia answered honestly.

Bucky smiled with pride as Steve looked to them both for a moment but remained silent. He smirked, grateful Furia was in Buck's life. Rubbing his hands together, he stood. "You're all set."

"So I'll live?" Furia joked.

"Ha, if you're lucky." Steve answered, smiling. "But seriously, thank you. For everything." He sat back in the pilot's seat, clicking a few buttons and grasped the control wheel."You had my back and that's not something I easily forget."

Furia sighed. "Save the sentiment for after the Dr." She started out. Turning to Bucky, Furia touched her stomach which felt empty. "if we make it out alive I could really use a cheeseburger."

Bucky chuckled. "You got it, sweetheart."

Tony swallowed. The weight of his recent choices felt heavy against his chest as he watched Rhodey from a glass opening.

Rhodey laid inside a CT scanner but something about his expression made it clear he already knew the outcome. He was expecting a tough road ahead and it took everything he had just to keep from crying

For a moment Tony paced the floor, then moved to stand next to Vision, who looked grim.

"How did this happen?" Tony asked.

" I became distracted." Vision admitted.

"I didn't think that was possible." Tony replied, somewhat coldly.

"Neither did I." Vision thoughts went to Wanda. With her, everything was different. He was different. And admitting it made him realize just how deep his affections had become.

Tony glanced at Rhodey once more before walking down the corridor. The hospital had been quiet and he was thankful for that. He moved toward Natasha taking in her forlorn expression.

"The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1. Extreme laceration in the spinal cord. Probably looking at some form of paralysis." He told her.

She glanced up at him. "Steve's not gonna stop. If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best case scenario."

"You let them go, Nat." There was anger in Tony's voice and she was quick to pick up on it.

"We played this wrong." She fired back.

"We'?" He started out. His eyes went large as if he had no blame in what had happened. Shaking his head Tony said "Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA."

Natasha could feel her frustration rising. She couldn't believe he didn't think that he was at least partly to blame. "Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?"

Tony ignored her comment. "T'Challa told Ross what you did, so- they're coming for you."

She pursed her lips. All along she'd been on the wrong side and in that moment she felt an ache inside her chest as she wished she could be with Steve. All she had wanted was to keep the team together. But every choice seemed to be moving them further apart.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she spoke. "I'm not the one that needs to watch their back." As she walked away, all she could think about was finding the one guy that meant more to her than anyone else. And if she was lucky, she'd find him fast.

Standing alone, Tony noticed a notification on his watch. Clicking it, he activated several holographic images. "What am I looking at, FRIDAY?"

"Priority upload from Berlin police."

Tony's eyes went large as he began to read the information. Whoever the Dr. was, he'd clearly been a priority threat and his thoughts immediately went to Steve. "Fire up the chopper."

As Tony sat inside his aircraft, he continued to go over the files FRIDAY had initially showed him. The storm outside raged as he flew over open water, heading for The Raft; a floating prison where his friends now resided.

He couldn't believe how wrong he'd been and thinking back to Steve he wished he'd have listened to him.

"The Task Force called for a psychiatrist as soon as Barnes was captured. The UN dispatched Dr. Theo Broussard from Geneva within the hour. He was met by this man." FRIDAY said, explaining what Tony was looking at.

"Did you run facial recognition yet?" Tony asked.

"What do I look like?" FRIDAY asked, as if offended.

Tony raised a brow. "Uh, I don't know. I've been picturing a red head."

"You must be thinking of someone else." FRIDAY answered.

"Must be." Tony held back a smirk.

"The fake doctor is actually Colonel Helmut Zemo, Sokovian Intelligence." FRIDAY continued. Tony enlarged the image. He focused his gaze on the man but did not recognize him in the least. "Zemo ran Echo Skorpion, a Sokovian covert kill squad."

"So what happened to the real Broussard?" He asked.

"He was found dead in a Berlin hotel room. Where police also found a wig and facial prosthesis approximating the appearance of one James Buchanan Barnes."

Tony flinched. Her words only made his guilt even worse. "Son of a bitch. Get this to Ross."

"Yes, boss." FRIDAY answered.

Having finally arrived, Tony waited for his clearance to land.

"This is the Raft Prison Control. You're clear for landing, Mr. Stark." The guard said over his radio.

Suddenly the sea began to swell and surge as the Raft Prison began to rise from underneath. The fortified circular structure was quite large and contained small light around the sides. As two semi circular doors began to open at the top of the structure, Tiny chopper began to land on a helipad before the doors closed behind him.

As he exited his chopper, Tony walked beside Ross who looked at him smugly.

"So? You got the files? Let's reroute the satellites, start facial scanning for this Zemo guy."

Ross raised an annoyed brow. "You seriously think I'm gonna listen to you after that fiasco in Leipzig? You're lucky you're not in one of these cells."

Ross gave Tony a stern expression as the pair went beyond two large steel doors. Soldiers stood guard as they entered a large security room with cameras that kept watch over the Rafts prisoners.

Looking at one of the cameras, Tony held back a frown. Wanda sat crouched in the corner of her cell with her body completely shackled. Her eyes were blank and her hair disheveled. There was nothing of the pretty young girl he'd gotten to know. All that was left was defeat.

Continuing through another set of doors, Tony headed for the cells. He only hoped Sam would give him a chance. He hoped he could find out where Steve was headed and make things right. But seeing what kind of place they'd put his friends had him thinking his chances were slim. This was no place for the Avengers and Ross had gone too far. But Tony knew in the eyes of his friends, no one but him was responsible.

As soon as Tony was in Clint's sights, he began to clap snidely. "The futurist." He started out. "The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not." Clint remained knelt on the ground but his voice did nothing to hide the vexation he felt.

"Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on." Tony looked as if Clint should have known this.

Clint glanced toward him. "Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony."

"Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for-" Tony was saying, but Clint's impatience and bitterness was rising.

"Criminals?" Clint interrupted, rising to his feel. "Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for." He glanced at Tony through the bars coldly. "That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda. But here we are."

Tony let out an impatient breath. "Because you broke the law."

"Yeah." Clint almost chuckled to himself at that. He couldn"t believe Tony would still stand behind what had been written.

"I didn't make you." Tony was trying to remain blameless, despite how truly guilty he felt.

"La la la la la." Clint spat. He was growing tired of Tony's bulshit.

"You read it, you broke it."

'La la la la." He repeated. Clint didn't think Tony was even convincing himself, which only infuriated him even more. He was believe this was about pride.

"Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side?" Tony said, walking away.

"You gotta watch your back with this guy!" Clint yelled, smacking the bars. "There's a chance he's gonna break it!"

For a moment, Tony hesitated. He knew Clint felt betrayed and in that moment Tony feared there was no reprimanding their friendship. But he still moved towards Sam cell without saying a word to fix it.

"Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark." Scott leaned against the bars of his cell. He shook his head with a look of disgust.

Tony paused. He raised a brow. "Who are you?" He said, before moving on.

"Come on, man." Scott whispered like it was obvious.

"How's Rhodes?" Sam asked with his back facing Tony.

"They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So- fingers crossed" Sam shook his head at Tony's words but hadn't turned around.

"What do you need? They feed you yet?" Tony asked, concerned.

Sam finally faced him with a raised brow. "You're the good cop now?" He scoffed.

"I'm just a guy who needs to know where Steve went." Tony answered.

"Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me." Sam said sharply. His arms were crossed and his eyes were filled with the same intensity he felt.

Tony fiddled with his watch for a moment before speaking."Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'. We got about 30 seconds before they realise it's not their equipment." Immediately after, Tony projected an image for Sam to see. Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes." He looked at Sam pleadingly before continuing. "Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong."

"That's a first." Sam snapped.

The two stood very close with their voices barely raised above a whisper. "Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-" Tony started before he was interrupted.

"Hey it's alright." Sam sighed. He hoped he was telling the truth. "Look, I'll tell you- but you have to go alone and as a friend." He said worriedly.

"Easy." Tony answered honestly.

Having finally arrived, Steve landed the jet beside Zemo's caterpillar. The wind lifted the snow from the surface of the mountain, coloring the air with strips of white.

The remote area gave no signs of life, as Furia looked out the window of the jet, understanding why such a place would be perfect to create an army of super soldiers.

As Steve fiddled with several controls, causing the wings to lift toward the fuselage, Furia moved toward Bucky. He pulled out a rack of guns that had been labeled 'Romanoff' before handing one to Furia. She tilted her head and was about to speak but Bucky was quick to interlude..

"What'd I say about relying solely on your powers?" He raised a brow as he looked at her, waiting for Furia to answer.

She smirked. "To not."

Bucky kissed her as Steve approached. "Exactly." He put the glock in her hand as well as a holster to carry it. Furia got to work on the belt and holster as Bucky grabbed an LMG for himself.

Steve suddenly smirked. "You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?"

The three of them moved toward the door as they waited for the ramp to descend.

"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky asked with a smile. Furia stared at them both, pleased by their sudden trip down memory lane.

"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead."

Furia raised a brow, feeling quite intrigued at the mention of a past crush. "What was her name again?" Bucky asked with a side grin.

"Dolores." Steve started out. "You called her Dot."

"She's gotta be a hundred years old right now." Bucky chimed.

"So are we pal." Steve patted Bucky on the shoulder.

As they walked down the ramp, Furia looked at Bucky with an amused expression. "So. Red heads?"

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. Furia laughed. "You're cute when caught off guard."

Steve chuckled at their interaction but seemed to stop cold when his eyes caught sight of the open doors.

The structure had been built inside the mountain's rocks. It was clear someone had gone extra lengths to keep the place fortified and hidden.

"He can't have been here more than a few hours." Steve said as Furia and Bucky moved to stand beside him.

"Long enough time to wake them up." Bucky replied warily.

Before they stepped beyond the doors, Furia grabbed Bucky's arms. Yanking him back she stood on her toes, kissing him deeply.

Bucky smirked before his brows narrowed. "What was that for?" He started out. "Not that I'm complaining."

There was a hint of fear in her eyes that Bucky was quick to notice, though she was attempting to conceal it.. He touched her cheek comfortingly as she spoke.

"Just incase." Was all she said, but he understood.

Steve, who had looked the other way, giving them a moment, moved forward with Furia and Bucky close behind.

Leading the way into a cast bunker, Steve took in his surroundings. The path was dim and seemed as if it had been years since anyone walked this floor. Dust covered the ground and the air was almost as cold as the mountain's wind.

The three of them moved inside an old elevator that traveled into the depths of the bunker. The cables seemed to grind while the noise echoed around them. Furia looked to Bucky who looked at her with warmth in his eyes.

They had faced a great deal of foes in their time together but something felt different about their current predicament. Something pricked in the back of Furia's mind like a word of caution and she feared whatever was about to happen would end tragically.

With a sudden jolt, the elevator shook, having finally reached the bottom. Nodding to them both, Steve heaved open the caged door. Bucky readied his LMG while Furia raised her hand as a cold mist seemed to surround it. They walked down the corridor careful to scan their every step, staying against a wall for cover.

Bucky peeked into an alcove full of discarded items. Signaling it was clear, they moved up a flight of stairs. With a sudden loud clunk, each of them spun around. Bucky held his weapon at the ready, while Steve kept his shield up protecting his chest from possible impact. Furia's hands were inches apart, forming shards of ice that she was ready to cast at the first sign of danger. This blast wouldn't simply be a gush of soft snow and ice to throw her opponent back. Instead, the ice would be sharp, daggered, and meant to kill.

"Ready?" Steve asked them both.

"Yeah." Bucky answered as Furia nodded.

The double doors before them parted, forced open by Iron Man. Steve's eyes went large with surprise as he kept his shield up for cover. Slowly moving toward Tony, Steve glanced at him with a suspicious brow.

Retracting his helmet, Tony spoke. "You seem a little defensive."

Bucky kept his gun up while Furia's hair began to frost revealing the tension she so obviously felt.

"It's been a long day." Steve answered.

Tony made a gesture with his if to relax. "At ease soldier. I'm not currently after you."

Steve gave Tony a curious look. "Then why are you here?"

"Could be your story's not so crazy. Maybe. Ross has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself." Tony was back to his playful self. He hoped keeping things light as he often did would prove to Steve he meant every word.

"Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork." Steve lowered his shield. He gave Tony a grateful smile. "It's good to see you, Tony."

"You too, Cap." Tony looked to Bucky who still had his gun raised. "Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop-" He looked to Furia, who had let her ice fade. "Can you help a guy out, sub-zero?"

Furia, having vibed Tony, looked to Bucky. she gave him a nod and he finally lowered his weapon.

Moving forward, the four of them continued down the corridor. T'Challa, who remained hidden from sight, followed their steps. Though he had been unaware of the details Tony now knew, T'Challa had excellent instincts and knew of Iron Man had not come to arrest Bucky, Furia, or Steve, then something much worse was at work here. And for that reason, he chose to discreetly observe.

Tony had reengaged his face place, scanning the area before them. "I got heat signatures" He informed them.

"How many?" Steve asked.

Tony, expecting the soldiers to be awake and ready to fight, was perplexed at his findings. "Uh, one."

As they entered the vast chamber, the lights above came on, illuminating the large area. A misty haze of yellow descended within the capsules. Each one contained a super soldier from the 1991 experiment.

All of them were motionless which caused Furia's curiosity to rise. As Furia attempted to vibe them all, she sucked in a sharp breath. Turning to Bucky she said, "They're- dead."

Hiding within the blast chamber, Zemo looked at each of them, smiling with menacing delight. "If it's any comfort, they died in their sleep." His voice could be heard over radio but none of them could see him yet.

Bucky moved toward one of the capsules, noticing that the man inside had been shot in the head. "What the hell?" As his confusion began to rise, Bucky moved toward Furia. This wasn't about taking control of those soldiers. It was about something else entirely. This man had lured them there and since Bucky was uncertain as to why, he'd stick to the woman he loved like glue.

"I'm grateful to them, though. They brought you here." Zemo chose that moment to reveal himself to them, but remained behind the protection of the blast chamber. Steve immediately hurled his shield toward him but it quickly bounced back.

"Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets."

"I'm bettin' I could beat that." Tony remarked.

"Oh, I'm sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you'd never know why you came." Zemo's eyes moved between them all. Each of them had skills beyond his own. They were all deadly weapons not to be trifled with and knowing that he, a man of little significance, would be their downfall truly satisfied his broken spirit.

"You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?" Steve asked, disgusted. He moved toward the chamber with his eyes glued on Zemo.

T'Challa, still keeping his distance clenched his jaw. He watched in the shadows as the realization that Bucky had told him the truth began to set in.

"I thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you're standing here, I just realized- there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw."

Steve sighed as a realization seemed to overcome him. "You're Sokovian. Is that what this is about?"

Zemo smirked. "Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I'm here because I made a promise."

Steve studied his face. Behind his hate was pain and Steve recognized it for what it truly was. "You lost someone." It hadn't been a question. Because Steve already knew the answer.

Zemo had a grave expression. He clicked his tongue before he spoke. "I lost everyone. And so will you."

Clicking a button, Zemo turned on the surveillance screen that caught everyone's attention. He started up a video as Steve moved toward the screen to watch.

The footage revealed a date. December 16 1991. The road was secluded and it appeared late in the day. Steve's heart seemed to race as he began to remember what they were all see.

"An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumples from within? That's dead. Forever." Zemo's voice was colder than ever. He glanced at Tony, waiting for the destruction.

Bucky's shame filled his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, gripping the gun in his hand. His eyes began to weld with tears as Furia vibed his thoughts. With a gasp, Furia turned to Tony who was already staring at the screen

Tony's eyes seemed to move around anxiously before he spoke. "I know that road. What is this?"

Furia moved to stand between Bucky and Tony. At first she had considered destroying the screen, but catching Steve's thoughts-who believed his friend deserved to know the truth and no longer wished to hold that secret- she let it play. She kept her eyes on Tony, waiting for him to see that Bucky had been the man behind his parent's death all along. She felt his anger growing, as the heartache began to overtake his senses.

Bucky, who was still behind her, touched Furia's hand. She interlaced her fingers with his, realizing he was seeking comfort in the midst of his shame.

Consumed by his grief, Tony's eyes met Bucky's. He felt a rush of hatred flood his entire being that he knew he wouldn't be able to control. Tears fell down his cheeks as the horrific event finally came to an end with Bucky, having already savagely beaten Tony's father and strangling his mother, shot the camera.

Bucky had been plagued by the actions of The Winter Soldier time and again, but the remorse in his eyes had never been stronger. "I- I'm sorry." He whispered, barely loud enough for even Furia to hear.

Tony lunged for Bucky, but Steve was quick to stop him while Furia backed into him like a human shield, forming ice with her hands.

"Tony. Tony!" Steve pleaded.

"Did you know?" Tony asked Steve with tears still glistening in his eyes.

Steve hesitated. He had wanted him to know the truth but fear had momentarily made him falter. "I didn't know it was him."

"Don't bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?" Tony yelled.

Bucky moved Furia to his side. He could see the protest in her eyes and knew if a fight ensued there was no stopping her from getting involved(She was too damn stubborn to simply allow him to face Tony alone) but he couldn't allow her to stand between himself and a man he'd wronged. He wasn't a coward.

Steve swallowed. He knew that the truth was what Tony deserved. "Yes." He admitted.

Tony stepped back, the betrayal hitting him like a ton of bricks. His chin twitched as he drew in a painful breath.

Reengaging his helmet, Tony threw an unexpected punch at Steve who hit the ground. Furia raised her hands attempting to create a wall of ice but was thrown back by Tony's hand blaster.

Bucky fired his gun, hoping to damage the suit, knowing Tony hadn't meant to give him a quick beat down. His eyes were intent to kill. And not even in his shame could Bucky lay down and die so easily.

Tony deflected his shots, disarming him. He grabbed Bucky and flew across the chamber. Bucky struggled to get free just as Furia soared after them, disregarding the pain in her shoulder from Tony's attack.

Slamming Bucky to the ground, Tony jumped on his metal arm. With a loud cry, Bucky tried to shake loose. Steve tossed his shield and it slammed into Tony's back causing him to fumble away while Furia began to cover his suit in layers of ice.

With his heat blasters at full capacity, Tony busted through the thick frost in seconds. He shot a second blast her way as she threw ice between herself and his attack. She planted her feet firmly but still slid across the floor from the force of his wave. Her entire body was shielded with her cold from the effort she released.

On his feet once more, Bucky punched Tony's helmet just as Steve tackled him to the ground, but Tony propelled them both forward, flipping Steve on his back and shackling his legs with mechanical cuffs.

Furia, creating a tunnel of ice, that formed along with their steps, shielded the way for herself and Bucky as they sprinted toward the chamber elevator.

Releasing a rocket, Tony had intended to shatter their protection, but the explosion caused a tower of pipeworks to collapse with one falling for Tony, slamming his suit to the ground.

Steve sliced through the cuffs racing toward Tony. With his hands raised, Steve looked desperate. He understood Tony's pain, but killing Bucky would only add to his turmoil. More than that, Steve could not watch his friend die by the hands of another friend.

Bucky pressed a control panel causing the cylo-styled door to open over head.

"It wasn't him, Tony. Hydra had control of his mind!"

"Move!" Tony's voice was full of the rage he felt. He soared above Steve's head who grabbed for the boot of his suit, smashing it.

"It wasn't him!" Steve shouted, throwing Tony back. Rushing toward him, Tony stopped Steve in his tracks, using a laser to bring rubble down in order to block his way.

Tony attempted to take off after Furia and Bucky, then realized his suit wasn't flying properly.

"Left boot jet failing. Flight systems compromised." FRIDAY exclaimed.

"Ah crap." Tony griped. He wouldn't let it stop him though, even if his flying had just gotten a hell of a lot more difficult.

With the elevator damaged from the blast, Furia created a line of steps from each platform for Bucky to cross, Tony bellowed with heated anger at the thought of them escaping. He couldn't let Bucky make it out of that bunker alive.

As Tony soared upward, Steve shot a wire that wrapped around his neck dragging him down. The two of them descended toward the ground before crashing into separate pillars. Steve threw his shield but Tony deflected it, and turned to target Bucky.

"Targeting system's knackered, boss." FRIDAY informs him.

"I'm eyeballing it." Tony said, retracting his helmet. With one eye closed, Tony aimed for the hinge of the door.

Having flown above him to continue creating steps, Furia's back was turned away from the door never expecting the sudden explosion.

"Furia!" Bucky cried out as the door threatened to cut her in half.

She dove inside, catching Bucky mid fall; his weight dragging them down another platform.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, forcing her back against the wall of the platform. He knew it wouldn't be long before Tony had made his way to them and it was clear he was willing to take her down as well if it meant Tony could kill him.

Reaching for the nearest weapon, Bucky grabbed a led pipe, just as Tony had reached them. Averting the first two swings from Bucky, Tony blasted Furia back who aimed her ice at the only working boot jet. She slammed against the wall violently as the world around her began to spin out of focus. Furia tried to breath before realizing the blow had forced the air from her body entirely. She made a strange wheeze, as she fought to find air.

Bucky released an enraged scream at the sight of Tony's attack against Furia before jamming the pipe into Tony's chest reactor. It gave a slight crack but didn't stop Tony from grabbing Bucky by the throat.

"Do you even remember them?" Tony asked as he tried to squeeze the very life from him.

"I remember all of them. " Bucky answered as the faces of the lives he'd destroyed flashed through his mind. He pushed them both over the edge causing them to free fall; Tony's single boot jet unable to withhold both their weight.

Leaping from a platform, Steve deflected their fall. The impact caused Bucky to land on a platform while Steve and Tony reached the concrete floor with a harsh thud.

A drift of snow creeped through an opening on the side wall sprinkling the cement was patches of white. The air was cold but neither Steve nor Tony seemed to notice; their bodies pumped with enough adrenaline to last hours.

Breathing heavy, Steve's voice was nearly begging for Tony to understand. "This isn't gonna change what happened."

"I dont care." Tony hissed. "He killed my mom."

As the two began to trade punches, Bucky reached for Steve's shield and leaped down to help.

Steve and Bucky attacked Tony as a unit with precise kicks and punches, tossing the shield between one another to strike him from every angle. As it seemed they finally had the upper hand Tony used his hand propulser and zapped Steve through the air whonsmacked the wall with his side. Bucky, still provoked by Tony injuring Furia, held his hand back, keeping the energy beam Tony released from hitting himself or Steve. With a solid kick, Tony stumbled back before Bucky held him against the wall. Yelling, he gripped the glowing core of Tony's chest to destroy it but Tony held nothing back, and the beam of energy he released from his chest reactor was not only strong enough to blast Bucky away, but completely removed his arm.

Kneeling across the floor, Bucky looked at his arm, realizing it was gone as Tony shot another pulse from his hand, causing Bucky to smash his head against the floor. He lay on the ground, reeling from the pain.

Steve, finally on his feet, rushed forward with his shield up while Tony fired directly at it. The sound echoed around them with a thunderous roar just as Furia, finally able to breath, landed beside Bucky.

Her eyes seemed to flutter at the sight of him. Her mouth lay agape as a tear trickled down her cheek. She clenched her fists as her hair became engulfed in ice; the cold slowly encasing her until it covered her body.

Inside, she felt an anger that hadn't existed since her father had been killed. This time, as she turned to face Tony, a spark of strength emerged somewhere within. This was the love of her life and as he lay on the floor injured at the hands of a man who had sworn to protect others Furia had had enough. She would not watch Bucky die. She would stop Tony. And she would stop him now.

Furia. Bucky's mind reached out for her, knowing she too was fueled by nothing but vengeance. But she ignored him. She shut him out.

A sudden cold wind formed around her feet, swirling upward as she raised her hands before she threw Steve back with it; not to hurt him but protect him.

The wind then moved to surround herself and Tony, as a layer if ice as thick as bomb shelter doors surrounded them both. The floor turned cold, as Tony's boots nearly slipped from underneath them; a coating of ice covered the floor.. It had happened so quickly, Tony had no time to react. He moved to bust the ice with his hand but realized the power of his suit began to fail. The screen before his eyes informing him of dangerously low temperatures while the legs of his suit began to stiff.

"At this rate she's bound to reach Absolute Zero." FRIDAY started out. "The entire system will fail before then, sir."

With his hand pulsors not functioning, Tony tried to use his chest reactor, but the frigid temperatures were shutting it down as well. His body began to shake as the cold went through the suit, and with a gasp, the knees if the suit gave way. Her eyes were as cold as the room she'd surrounded them in and with a blast of ice, Tony fell to his back.

Furia don't. Bucky pleaded. He'd never seen her ability at such a powerful rate and though she'd contained the cold, Steve and Bucky had felt the room's temperature decrease caused by her ice-made chamber and the inversion she was creating from within it. He knew Tony would likely die and he didn't want the guilt to haunt her like it haunted him.

For a moment Tony believed she would kill him, but as his reactor finally went dark, Furia came to a halt. Closing her eyes, she retracted the ice she'd created as the temperature seemed to stabilize. Without his suit, he couldn't possibly fight them and Furia knew this. There was no reason for her to take the fight any further. The defeat un Tony's eyes was evident and for a moment, she saw a flicker of hate in hus gaze.

Without a word, she turned to Bucky and Steve. "You okay?" She asked Steve who was already on his feet.

He nodded as they both moved toward Bucky. Helping him to his feet, Steve glanced at Tony. He had to be certain he was okay before they escaped. When their eyes met, Steve looked to him apologetically though he knew nothing he said or did would change a thing.

I love you. Furia vibed Bucky.

His eyes met hers as he took a sharp breath. "I know." He said, his voice sounding shallow.

Tony ejected his helmet, watching the three of them walk away. "That shield doesn't belong to you." Tony shouted." You don't deserve it. My father made that shield!"

Steve stopped in his tracks. With a final glance toward the very symbol of what had made him an Avenger, Steve released the shield from his hand. It hit the ground with a thud before he walked away with Furia and Bucky.

Looking back at Tony one last time, Furia's eyes were filled with sadness. Her heart knew this battle had changed everything. The battle at the airport and everything before then had been about the Accords. But this. This was simply revenge. And a friendship that had lasted years between Steve and Tony was now broken. Possibly forever.

Facing Bucky, her heart sank at his injury. She wasn't a scientist, capable of repairing him. She could hardly do long division let alone something so complicated as to repair his arm.

"What'll we do?" She asked Steve, who seemed to know what she was referring to.

"Me?" He started out. "I can't do a thing. But I may know someone who can." He finished.

As soon as they got outside, T'Challa stood as if waiting for them with Zemo apprehended inside his jet.

"Captain." He said, retracting the mask of his suit. "Is, Mr. Stark-" He paused uncertain how to ask the question.

"Tony's fine. "Steve said. "His suit is down but he's okay."

Nodding T'Challa looked to Bucky, then glanced at the arm Steve held in his hand. "I am sorry, Sergeant Barnes. If I had believed you perhaps things would not have come to this."

Bucky sighed shaking his head. "My past is to blame. Not you."

Touching his chin, T'Challa narrowed his eyes before he looked deep in thought. "I may have a solution for you and one that could be rid of that past once and for all." He paused looking to Steve. "And maybe I can help you recover your imprisoned friends as well."

Thank you for reading chapter 5! I hope you enjoyed my take on this scene. I remember the first time I watched it in theatres and how much I loved every intense moment. I know there were some big changes but with Furia there, it only seemed natural to mix things up. And I also wanted to save the extent of her powers for that exact moment so I hope you enjoyed it! In the next few chapters I will be exploring the time between Cw and IW. Leave a review of you like!