Queens, NY

Temperance tapped a finger impatiently against the car door as she stared out the window at the passing buildings. In the last 24 hours, she'd had her ass kicked twice and slept zero times. Shortly after Barnes had escaped from the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre, the team had been tasked with finding him, and Tony had whisked her back to New York. She shifted to face Tony, unable to hold her piece any longer.

"I just want to say, for the record, that this is a bad idea." She said, adjusting the collar of her shirt as it rubbed against her roadburn.

"Well, I don't see many other options here, Temp," Tony argued. They had returned to the Avengers facility to find that Clint had come to jailbreak Wanda, who was now nowhere to be found. This left them with nobody except Nat, Rhodey, and Vision, and they would need as many hands as possible to bring the others in, especially since Steve seemed to be recruiting for his cause. Temp was relieved to not be on her own this time, but she wasn't sold on Tony's recruitment plan.

Then again, her last encounter with Barnes left her doubtful about being able to bring him in. When he had escaped from the Joint Counter Terrorism Centre, he had been...different, to say the least. His fighting was more ferocious, and his eyes were empty. He had mopped the floor with all of them, and Temperance had been nervous and desperate enough to pull on his cords.

"Stop!" She cried, struggling to pull herself to her feet as he walked away. She grabbed his cords with her mind and yanked. He had sent a chilling look over his shoulder, but his feet never stopped moving, and the cords Temperance pulled felt different - hollow, almost, as if they were just a facsimile of the real thing. They couldn't be pulled - couldn't be harnessed.

Temperance pushed the memory away as a seed of shame spread inside her and made her stomach hurt. She had kept that detail of the incident to herself, not wanting to admit that she had tried to use her ability, particularly now, when the accords made her feel so closely watched.

"He's a kid, Tony," She told her friend, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand.

"So were you."

"No, I wasn't," She argued, "That's just how you remember it."

"You practically were." He amended, sighing as he looked away. She could tell that he was bending under the weight of trying to keep the team together - that he was as desperate as she was to find a way to make this all work. She gave him a soft, close-lipped smile.

"Pepper called," She said. Tony snorted, but his face softened.

"Did she ask about me?"

"Yes," she said, "she's worried."

"Well, she has a funny way of showing it," He murmured, fidgeting the way he always did when he was trying to divert emotional energy that he didn't want to express.

"I know, believe me, I told her," Temp insisted, causing him to smile a little, "nobody wants you guys to work out your issues more than me. I'm the victim of this failed relationship, truly."

"Is that so?"

"Yes!" Temp said heartily, as they climbed out of the backseat of the car, spirits lighter. "If you guys were communicating better, I wouldn't have ended up on a blind date with that guy!"

"What guy?" Tony asked as she rounded the car and joined him on the sidewalk.

"That guy you work with! The B.A.R.F. guy!" She said, her hands gesturing wildly. Tony's expression was aghast.

"You went out with him?" He asked in disbelief, "When? Why? He's less stable than a two-legged chair."

"Yeah, I know that now," Temp said, "but Pepper, who met him like twice, insisted he was a sweet guy." She explained as Tony gestured to the apartment building in front of them and led her up the stoop.

"Where did you go? What did you talk about?" He asked, still utterly incredulous as they disappeared through the front doors of the building.

"Trust me, we don't have time to unpack that."

"You're Temperance Ward!" May Parker had exclaimed when she noticed Temp standing behind Tony, who was just about to turn and introduce her himself.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you." She said cordially, reaching out to shake the woman's hand.

"Oh my God, I can't believe this," May said, holding onto Temp's hand and clasping it warmly between her own two hands. "I've been following your humanitarian work over the years. I was just reading this article in The Times the other day about your work in Sokovia," She continued, leading them over to the sitting area, "Why don't you two have a seat? Peter should be home any minute. Would you like something to drink? Oh, I think I have some walnut date loaf in the kitchen…"

"Oh, that's really okay-" Temperance tried to politely refuse, but May had already disappeared into the kitchen, still rambling. Tony watched her go, surprise and interest still written all over his face.

"That's his aunt?" He whispered in disbelief. Temp picked up one of the wrapped candies in a bowl on the coffee table and chucked it at him. She had sat in an armchair across from the couch, where Tony had planted himself, obviously intending to sit next to May. He rubbed his head where the candy had bounced off, and turned around to look at her.

"Don't even think about it!" Temp whisper-shouted.

"What? I'm not doing anything!" He retorted.

"I'm serious! I did not come here to be your wingman! I swear, if you make this uncomfortable, I will tell Pepper." She threatened, still whispering.

"No you won't." He retorted, though the idea of it obviously bothered him. Tony could joke around and play careless all he wanted, but he was wrapped around Pepper Potts' finger for good. He was right, of course - Temp certainly had no intention of saying anything to Pepper that would drive a larger wedge between them.

"I will!" She argued. The two continued to whisper back and forth over each other until May entered with a plate full of walnut date loaf, which caused them to stop and plaster smiles on their faces. Temperance grabbed a piece off the plate when it was offered to her, biting into it with a grateful smile. It was dry as a bone, and she tried not to cough as she forced it down.

"So, why are you looking for Peter?" She asked, sitting down on the couch next to Tony. Temp cleared her throat and scooted forward in her seat, folding her hands over her knee.

"Ms. Parker, Peter is a very bright kid," She said.

"Oh, trust me, I know," She replied, "he's a total math and science wiz."

"Well, that's why we're here. He actually applied for a grant with the September Foundation, and we were hoping to deliver the news that he's been selected for it in person." Tony explained. May's eyes widened at the news, and Temperance was not surprised by the reaction. She couldn't have known that Peter applied, considering that he didn't.

"What?" She asked, her face breaking into a smile and her voice filled with excitement. Temp had to admit, she was shockingly beautiful. "What's the September Foundation?"

"It's a fund I've developed to provide opportunities for schools and promising young minds who want to make a difference in the STEM fields," Tony explained.

"Wow, that's amazing,"

"Oh, it's nothing," Tony insisted, feigning humility, "Just my small way of giving back."

Temperance fought the urge to roll her eyes. She straightened when she heard the door of the apartment opening and closing. May's smile widened, and Temp could tell she was excited to share the news with her nephew. Temperance was a little nervous - she'd come along because Tony wanted someone to sit with May and talk to her while he got a moment alone with Peter to explain the real reason for their visit. Before they got the two of them separated, though, there was no telling how their charade would hold up. Temp had reminded Tony that it was entirely possible May already knew about Peter, but he didn't find it likely, and they had agreed it would be best to proceed with caution, just in case.

"Hey, May," a voice called, walking behind a partition wall near the front door.

"Hey, Peter, how was school?" May replied. The boy appeared in the kitchen, pulling his earbuds out.

"Good," he said, "there's this crazy car parked outside -" he stopped when he looked up and saw who was sitting in his living room. His eyes flicked between Temp and Tony, obviously recognizing them, before coming to land fully on Tony.

"Hi, Mr. Parker," Tony greeted, smirking at the boy's starstruck expression. Temp took a good look at him - he was so, so young, and he seemed sweet and docile. She wasn't surprised that this was the kid swinging around in his pajamas on the YouTube videos that Tony had showed her.

"What-what are you doing . . .? Hey! Uh, I'm-I'm-I'm Peter," the boy stuttered. Temperance tried (and failed) to suppress a smile.

"Tony," Tony introduced himself, "And this is Temp."

The boy gave her a polite nod, but was having trouble pulling his attention from the technology mogul sitting on his sofa.

"What are . . .what are you-what are you-what are you doing here?" He asked.

"It's about time we met. You've been getting my emails, right?" Tony replied easily. Temp tensed a little, waiting to see what Peter would do.

"Yeah," Peter replied, crossing his arms to keep from fidgeting, "Yeah. Regarding the..."

"You didn't tell me about the grant!" May jumped in.

"The grant?"

"The September Foundation." Temperance added. Peter nodded.

"Yeah, remember when you applied?" Tony asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, I approved, so now we're in business."

"You didn't tell me anything," May said, turning to face Peter more fully, "What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?"

"Why, I just, I just . . . I just know how much you love surprises, so I thought I would let you know . . . wh . . . anyway, what did I apply for?" Peter asked. Temperance had to admit that he was quick to catch on, even if he wasn't the smoothest.

"Well, that's what we're here to hash out." Tony said. "You know, it is so hard for me to believe that she is someone's aunt," he added, gesturing to May. Temp raised an annoyed eyebrow, and May laughed.

"Well, you know, we come in all shapes and sizes," she said. Peter glanced between the two of them uncomfortably and then sent Temperance a confused look.

"Hey Tony," Temp cut in, "why don't you take Peter and do the preliminary...introduction... interview, and I'll stay here with Ms. Parker and tell her more about the grant."

"Great idea!" Tony played along, before adding to May, "if that's alright with you."

"Of course! Of course." May said, waving a dismissive hand as Tony followed Peter into a back bedroom.

"So, is Peter doing a project? Or is it more like an internship?" May asked once they were alone.

"A little bit of both," Temp replied, "he'll develop his own project, but he'll be working closely with us on it. The goal is for recipients to develop technology that is new and innovative, but also has real world, humanitarian applications. That's why Tony and I both have a vested interest in him as a recipient."

She was lying through her teeth, and she sincerely hoped she wouldn't be given a reason to regret it later.

Berlin, Germany

When they landed at the airport in Berlin, Tony instructed Nat to park the quinjet out of sight in a hangar that had been cleared specifically for them. She did, and they all exited, their expressions heavy with the dread of having to bring in their friends.

"They should be here any time now. We'll head them off - we try talking to Rogers first. See if they'll come in the easy way. If they don't, we engage, but try and go easy on them. Vision, why don't you hold off until we know that we need you?"

"And if they don't want to go easy on us?" Nat asked, raising an eyebrow. There was a tense silence as they all considered how intense this confrontation could get. Temperance glanced at T'Challa, who'd been brooding and silent since they'd picked him up. As he wasn't attached to their group and had his own personal motivations, she was worried that he would hurt someone, but they needed him - they had Tony, Nat, Vision, Temperance, Rhodey, Peter, and T'Challa. They knew, at the very least, that Steve and Bucky had Sam, Wanda, and Clint. She hoped that it would be enough.

"Temp," Tony murmured, pulling her to the side, "I want you to stick close to the kid, okay? He knows what he's supposed to do, just...keep an eye on him."

"You recruited him - you watch him." Temp retorted. Tony's brows lowered and creased in the disappointed way a father's does when their teenager is being difficult. Temp glanced over at the boy, who had just been dropped off by Happy and was politely attempting to introduce himself to every person in the room.

"Fine." She agreed.

"Great, he'll be delighted! He has a poster of you on his wall, you know," Tony added.

"No, he doesn't." Temp argued, though she shifted uncomfortably at the thought.

"No, but the look on your face just now was priceless," Tony continued, causing Temperance to huff in annoyance, "Just watch him, alright?"

"Hey, Parker," Temp called, nodding for the boy to come over. Peter practically bounded over to her as Tony walked off to speak with Vision. Peter's mask was off, but he was suited up in the suit that Tony had made especially for him. Temperance was wearing a full-body suit this time as well, mostly to cover her roadburn, though she'd insisted on nothing gimmicky, so it was plain and black, with boning and flexible plating in places for added protection.

"Hey, Miss Ward," He said, "Can you believe this suit? It fits like a glove. I'll really be able to move in this."

"Peter, I'm not your teacher," She replied, raising an eyebrow, "Call me Temp."

"Right. Temp. Sorry." Peter continued, nodding. She could tell it felt unnatural for him, but he was making an effort to please her. "So, do you think they're here yet?"

"Probably," She answered, "You know the drill?"

"Keep my distance," Peter recited dutifully, "and only engage when Mr. Stark says so."

"Good," Temp answered, "I'll be close by, so if you get in a pinch, just yell for me."

"What are the chances that we'll actually have to fight?" Peter asked. Temperance sighed, thinking about her last interaction with Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

"I'd count on it."

When Steve finally ran out onto the tarmac where they had been waiting to intercept him, he was going for a helicopter. Tony shot an electrical charge through it to disable the vehicle and then landed in front of Steve, Rhodey right at his side.

"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport." Tony began, causing Temperance to sigh. He had never been the most delicate negotiator. Peter started to say something from behind her shoulder, and she shushed him, trying to hear the conversation. Natasha and T'Challa had also stepped out from their defensive positions to try and reason with Steve.

"I'm here with Temp, aka The Siren, and out there is Captain America, Black widow-"

It was the use of her media moniker that got her attention, and Temp turned to see that Peter was filming her and the scene in front of them with his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" She asked, exasperated. "Stop it! Give me that."

She held out her hand insistently for the phone, but Peter quickly stowed it away "No, no. It's okay, I'm putting it away! I'm putting it away. Sorry."

Temp rolled her eyes, "Stay here until we call for you."

The boy nodded and Temp stepped out from behind the luggage transport vehicle she had been crouching behind. Steve had his back turned as she approached.

"You're after the wrong guy," He was saying.

"Your judgement is askew," Tony interrupted him, "Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday,"

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him," Steve argued, "I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't."

Temperance's eyebrows furrowed as she wondered where the new story he was spouting came from. "If it's a real threat, I'm sure the panel will send us to check it out." She spoke up, causing Steve to turn and look at her. "None of this is an excuse not to hand over Barnes."

"Steve," Nat said, "You know what's about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?"

Steve was quiet for a long moment, considering it.

"Alright, I've run out of patience," Tony decided, "Underoos!"

Peter, being perceptive enough to know that this was his cue, leapt from his hiding place and swung over Temp's head, using a web to grab Steve's shield and another one to restrain his hands. He soared over the group and landed on a baggage tractor. The corners of Temp's mouth pulled up a bit as she watched how easily the boy had subdued Steve.

"Nice job, kid." Tony said.

"Thanks. I mean, I could've stuck the landing a little better, it's just a new suit - it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's perfect. Thank you." Peter rambled as Steve watched, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation." Tony told Peter, causing him to pipe down. This only lasted a moment before he addressed Steve, saluting him and insisting that he was 'a big fan.' Tony quieted him again.

"You've been busy," Steve said.

"And you've been a complete idiot," Tony retorted, "Dragging in Clint? Rescuing Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave? A safe place? I'm trying to keep-" Tony paused for a moment, trying to collect himself, "I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."

Temp swallowed, hoping beyond all hope that Steve would just listen instead of doubling down like he usually did. The stress in Tony's brow reminded her that she wasn't the only one who thought of the Avengers as her family. Nat, too. This wasn't just about Barnes or the Accords - this was about staying together.

"You did that when you signed." Steve said.

"Steve, whatever is happening in Siberia, we can figure it out together. We'll listen, I promise. But you have to stop." Temp tried, feeling desperate to end this thing before it came to a head. Steve said nothing, but she could tell by the remorseful look he was giving her that it wasn't going to happen.

"Alright, we're done," Tony said, his voice rising, "you're gonna turn Barnes over, and you're gonna come with us, now. Because it's us," Temp and Nat made anxious eye contact, bracing for the inevitable rejection Steve was about to deliver them, "or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite."

Temp straightened a little at that, emboldened. Tony was right. Better for her to fight her friends than to see someone else come in with shoot-to-kill orders. Tony whispered a strangled, desperate, "Come on," and Temp's chest constricted. Tony, Steve, Nat, and Temp had been together since the beginning. Why was Steve the only one who didn't seem to care about losing that? It hurt. She sensed Steve's cords stretching toward her as he considered it, and she turned her face to the side, looking away, as if that would help stifle the temptation. Her eyes darted back when she saw movement - Steve had raised his bound hands into the air, and an arrow zipped right between them, breaking the webs. Temp took a step toward him, but stopped when someone appeared in front of Peter, kicking him right under the chin and taking Steve's shield.

"Whoa - what the hell was that?" Rhodey asked.

"Hey!" Temperance shouted, angry that someone had already hit the minor that Tony had put under her charge.

"I believe this is yours, Captain America," said the unfamiliar voice under the mask as he handed Steve's shield back. Where had they found this guy?

"Alright," Tony said over the radio as he took off, "there's two on the parking deck - one of them's Maximoff - I'm gonna grab her. Rhodey, you wanna take cap?"

"We've got two in the terminal - Wilson and Barnes," Rhodey replied, looking up at the glass-walled terminal.

"Barnes is mine!" T'Challa exclaimed, running off.

"Temp, wanna say hello to your old pal Sam?" Tony asked.

"Wouldn't want to be rude," Temp replied, turning to look for an entrance into the terminal. Steve had run off to stop T'Challa with Rhodey hot on his heels, and the new guy was facing off with Nat.

"Hey, Mr. Stark, what should I do?" Peter asked.

"Go with Temp, and do what we discussed. Keep your distance, and web 'em up."

"I'll meet you up th-" Temperance began, gasping loudly as Peter swung down and swept her off the tarmac. "Hey! Ask first!"

"Sorry," Peter said as he swung them up to the roof of the terminal, "I thought it'd be faster." Swinging was much different than getting a lift from Tony or Rhodey - in between webs, there was a moment of free-fall and then a stomach-lurching stop when the next web caught.

"Don't take this the wrong way," Peter said as they swung alongside the terminal. Temp could see Wilson and Barnes running inside, "but you're a lot heavier than I thought you'd be. Not in like a fat way, but in a way that defies the laws of matter and physics. What are you made of?"

Temperance gave him a flat look. She had always been a little bit heavy for her size, but in the last few years (perhaps because she'd been training and developing her physical Asgardian abilities more), her weight had risen out of the realm of possibility for any human her size. She had asked Thor about it when she first noticed it, and he'd simply shrugged and told her that Asgardians are dense.

"It's not polite to ask a woman what she's made of." She told Peter.

"Sorry," He apologized again, "Hang on."

Peter swung them away from the windows and then pivoted so that they were headed directly for the glass, feet-first. When they burst through the window, Temp let go of Peter and went flying directly into Sam, knocking him to the ground. The two of them rolled until they hit the wall, and Sam landed on top, pulling back a fist to hit her.

She caught it with ease and brought her other hand up behind his neck, grabbing him and knocking his head against the wall next to them. Knowing that he wasn't technically an 'enhanced person,' she wanted to avoid punching him directly.

She managed to pull a leg up between them and kicked him off of her. She jumped up to climb on top of him, but before she could, his wings lurched him up into the air and he flew away, barreling into Peter, who had been engaging with Barnes.

"That's right - run away!" Temp called after him with a smug look.

Barnes turned to look at her, and her smirk faded as she grabbed the Swiss Army Knife from her belt. She brought it out in front of her and wrapped both hands on the baton, sliding her fists together. The object responded to the movement, separating into two pieces and reforming around her fingers as two pairs of steel brass knuckles. She clenched her fists around them and pulled her elbows back, getting into a better fighting stance.

Barnes' eyes weren't empty this time, and his cords felt a lot more life-like. Still, Temperance didn't have good feelings after their last bout. Barnes approached her quickly, his metal fist swinging down at her. She blocked it with a forearm, stepping back as his other fist immediately followed. She blocked it as well, bringing up a leg to kick him in the side while their arms were still raised. Her balance was a little bit off, so she didn't hit him full force - he flinched but didn't fall, and she kicked him again. He caught her leg this time and pulled her closer, holding it captive under his metal arm. Temperance hopped on one foot, attempting to keep her balance. One hand pulled at his metal arm to no avail, and the other caught his natural fist when it came at her face. With both his hands now preoccupied, Temp pulled her head back and headbutted him in an attempt to get him to let go. His head recoiled, and he groaned but didn't let go. His natural hand came up behind her head and grabbed a fistful of hair, right at the roots, yanking her head back.

"Are you kidding me?" Temp growled between gritted teeth. She reached up and latched onto his long locks as well. The two of them spun around like that, heads thrown back from the hair-pulling and Temp hopping on one foot as she still tried to extract her leg from his vice-like grip. Temp released his hair first, bringing her fist down across his jaw while it was still exposed. He released her hair for a moment, and, realizing that her leg wasn't coming down anytime soon, she decided the rest of her would just have to go up. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed down, hoisting herself up and swinging a leg up over the shoulder opposite of the arm that was holding her leg. The new angle allowed her to lift her leg out of his grip and she sat straddling one shoulder. Before he could throw her off, she pressed her brass knuckles against his neck and activated a charge, shocking him. He stumbled to his hands and knees, and she landed on her feet as he went down, standing over him

"You ch-cheated," he stuttered, not fully recovered from the charge she'd sent through his system. He glared up at her through a curtain of his hair, "again."

"And you pulled my hair," Temp replied, delivering a right hook to his jaw. When he recoiled, his face downturned, she grabbed his hair and pulled him upright again - the brass knuckles had drawn blood from his mouth. She pulled back and punched him again, this time in the temple. He was going to recover from that charge any second, and she wanted to knock him out before that happened. She released his hair and brought her fists back together, connecting the brass knuckles, and they knitted back together into a baton. Just as she was lifting the baton to deliver the final blow, Sam swooped down and rammed into her, knocking her to the ground several feet away.

Temperance wanted to scream - that was the second time she'd been tackled from the side in the last two days. She would need to see a chiropractor after all this was over. She had dropped her baton, and Barnes had recovered enough to sweep it up and start toward her. She climbed to her feet just as Sam swooped past a second time. She ducked, dodging him, and Peter swung into view.

"I got him!" He assured Temp, shooting a web at the base of Sam's wings. Sam swooped away at the last moment and the clump of webbing that Peter shot hit Temperance square in the face. Temp reared back, reaching up to grab at the sticky substance. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She heard Peter saying as he moved toward her, but Sam intercepted him again, and they continued their scuffle.

The webbing covered the lower half of her face, including both her mouth and nose, and she fought to stay calm as she pulled at it to no avail. Tony had said that the tensile strength of this stuff was off the charts - there was no way she'd be able to pull it off herself in time. In her frenzy to get enough leverage to pull it off, she fell to the ground and rolled back and forth. Her body tried to let out a panicked sob, and when no sound made it through the sticky gag, she panicked even more. Barnes crouched over her with the baton in hand, and she grabbed his wrist in a futile attempt to subdue him. His eyes searched hers.

"This thing got a knife?" He asked, holding it out to her. She reached up and brushed two fingers along the end of it, and the metal plating shifted away to reveal a small blue laser. It wasn't a knife, but it would work. If the tensile strength of Peter's web roping was strong, the shearing strength would be the weak point. She tried to take the baton from Barnes, but he held it tight, bringing it up to her face. She tried not to flinch away. Black spots were now encroaching on the edges of her vision, and her lungs were burning.

"Hold still," Barnes chastised as he cut at the webbing. He finally managed to cut away enough to free her mouth, and she took in big, gasping breaths, turning onto her side as she tried to recover. Barnes watched her for a moment, putting the Swiss Army Knife down.

"Better?" He asked finally. Temperance nodded a little and looked up at him through her hair. "Good," He said, and the last thing Temp saw was a glint of light off his metal fist before it connected with her face and everything went black.

"Temp? Temperance? Miss Ward?"

A voice dragged Temperance out of the darkness and her head rolled sideways. She groaned and opened her eyes. When the image of the bug-like face above her cleared, she jumped, startled, and Peter placed both hands on her shoulders as she tried to sit up.

"Oh, thank god," He said, taking shallow, nervous breaths as he pulled his mask off. "You're not dead."

Temp looked around the terminal as she tried to put together what had happened. "How long was I out?"

"Just a few minutes," Peter assured her. Temp's eyes narrowed, and she looked at Peter, whose expression was that of a deer in headlights.

"You almost killed me!" She said, reaching up and feeling the sticky fragments of webbing that still spotted her cheeks and chin.

"I know, I'm so sorry, I promise I wasn't aiming for you-"

"Where are they?" She asked, glancing around more frantically, "Did they get away?"

"No, they're just downstairs," He told her. Her eyebrows furrowed. She grabbed the Swiss Army Knife and got to her feet, walking over to the railing nearby where there was an overlook of the lower level. Barnes and Wilson both lay on the floor, restrained by webs.

"Web 'em down more," Temp told Peter, who had put his mask back on.

"Is there any way you could not tell Mr. Stark that I almost suffoca-" Peter began to ask, but as he shot another web at Barnes, Sam's drone zipped past and caught the web, pulling Peter out of the terminal. Temp watched him go and sighed, giving Sam a baleful look. Barnes had already managed to extract the arm that was webbed down, and Sam, who had only had his arms webbed against his chest, got up and ran after him. They ran under the platform Temp was standing on and disappeared from sight. Temp gave a frustrated growl and headed in the other direction, after Peter. If she could get to him quickly, he could swing them to the hangar first and head them off - they were obviously headed for the quinjet. Just as she had made it out of the terminal, Peter landed in front of her.

"Hangar five!" She told him, pointing in the direction they needed to go.

"Right," Peter said. There was a long moment where he just stood there, not moving, and Temp gave him an exasperated look. "May...May I…pick you up?"

"Yes!" Temp said, motioning for him to hurry up.

"Okay, I'm just - you said earlier…nevermind," Peter said as they swung toward hangar five.

When they reached hangar five, it was clear that a line of resistance was already forming in front of it. Peter dropped them down in the middle of it, and Temp let go, moving to stand next to Nat. Steve and his cohort were standing behind a line that Vision had carved in the ground, and there were destroyed vehicles and flames littering the tarmac behind them.

"What the hell did we miss?" Temp asked aloud to no one in particular.

"We're not going easy on them anymore," Nat replied, her tone hard. The two sides stood each other down for a minute, but neither team looked ready to back down. Steve's cohort began to move toward them, and Temp started walking forward to meet them, alongside the others.

"This is gonna end well," Nat muttered next to her. The other side sped up, and so did they.

"They're not stopping," Peter announced anxiously from Temp's other side.

"Neither are we," Tony replied.

Temperance gritted her teeth and forced one foot in front of the other. She squeezed her fists tight as she ran, digging her nails into her palms to detract from the sensation of six tantalizing sets of cords swirling around in her head.