"How the hell did a teenage girl manage to sneak out of a high-security facility under lockdown?" Jack demanded in outrage.

It had been an hour since his sister had been pronounced missing and Tony had already sent out low-level security to try and track her down with the belief that she was just some kid who had witnessed the Barns incident nd was wanted for questions, masking her real identity and why it was really important she be found. But, it didn't matter either way, she was gone.

Natasha, who had just gotten back from talking with the Prince of Wakanda downstairs, tried reassuring the young enhanced kid. "I'm sure wherever she is, she's safe."

Jack could only scoff as he continued to forcefully shove his belongings into a duffel bag; he was already packing to head back to the Compound to try and recruit Wanda and Vision to stop whatever Steve and Sam were doing, and hopefully try and find Danielle. "Don't you get it, Nat? She's not safe anywhere. Everywhere she goes, Dani's going to have a target on her back. She has powers, people know – Ross knows. They're going to want to use that as a bargaining chip, her safety for their missions. And you know what? It's better than seeing my sister thrown behind bars. And she's just-" Jack cut himself off with a frustrated groan. "She just doesn't get that I'm trying to help her here, and now..."

Natasha watched the kid have an almost-conniption from the pure amount of exhaustion and frustration he had from his sister. She understood how much he cared about his little sister's safety. But, she didn't necessarily agree with having Ross use her as a weapon in order to keep her safe. She understood Jack's reasoning, but maybe it could do with some morale improvement. "Jack," she began. "Let's focus on one problem at a time. Steve, Sam, and Barnes first, then we can deal with Danielle and the Accords."

Jack took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. Sorry, Nat," he said as he zipped up his bag. "My flight leaves in a few minutes. Let's hope Wanda and I are still on the same page before all of this Accords crap happened."

"And what 'page' is that?" Natasha prompted.

"Keeping Dani safe, no matter what," Jack answered truthfully before tossing the duffel bag over his shoulder and heading out. As he departed, the redhead watched in remorse. She hated seeing these kids tear themselves apart over problems they didn't create by themselves. Jack was a primary example. She could see all the stress and pressure landing on his shoulders as he tried to make heavy sacrifices to keep his family safe. But, the real question was, was he ready to pay the price for those sacrifices in the long run? Natasha knew he was strong, but she didn't think he was ready. No one really was.

Back at a motel, a few miles Southwest if Berlin, just a couple kilometers outside of Leipzig, Danielle sat at the edge of her seat as Steve, Sam, and Bucky explained the situation.

It was all a jumble to take in. Apparently, the man responsible for the UN bombing had framed Bucky to get a few minutes with him back in the interrogation room at the Task Force headquarters. During that time, he somehow managed to release Bucky's 'Winter Soldier' programming HYDRA had molded into his brain.

"Why would he want to do that?" Danielle wondered aloud.

"Because he wanted information that the Soldier had," Bucky explained in a low tone. Danielle shuddered at the way he referenced to 'the Winter Soldier' as a completely other entity, seperate from himself yet apart of him. Danielle could almost feel like she understood his situation with her relationship with Eris.

But, something else caught Danielle's attention in Bucky's statement. Information... The man that had activated Bucky's 'programming' had wanted information, the same man that had tried to attack her for the information she had on the drive, still in her pocket. But, if he had already gotten info from Bucky, why had he needed the drive still? Did the drive her Mom hid have more information that the Winter Soldier didn't?

"What did he want to know...?" Danielle asked timidly.

"About the place where they kept him during his time as the Winter Soldier," Steve explained to her. "The doctor wanted to know because they have more. We think he might want to wake them up." Danielle's eyes widened and goosebumps covered her skin. More Winter Soldiers? Holy crap, this was not how she thought her week was going to turn out.

"How... How are we supposed to stop them?" Danielle asked in a panicked voice. "I-I'm not strong enough, you can get hurt if they're like you, we-we can't call anyone-"

"Danielle," Sam interrupted her panicked babbling. The teen looked up at him with aid eyes. "Breathe." Danielle nodded, slowly taking in a large breath of air and letting it out, repeating the process until her hesrt rate was at a reasonable pace again. But, she still wasn't sure how they all planned on taking down an army of Winter Soldiers.

Once she was calm, Steve began to explain the small plan the trio of men had come up with shortly after escaping the Task Force Headquarters. "We're headed to Siberia by plane from the Leipzig airport tomorrow morning."

Danielle scrunched her nose up. "Why not now? Won't the Task Force find us if we stay out for too long?" She asked, not completely understanding the reasoni behind the plan.

"Yes," Bucky grumbled, giving Steve a pointed look. He obviously wasn't happy about the overnight stay at this motel either.

Steve looked like he was restraining from rolling his eyes at his friend's antics. "We're staying here to give the rest of our assembled team time to meet us at the airport."

Danielle blinked back in confusion. "'Team'?" She wasn't aware there was anyone besides Sharon outside of that motel room that even remotely wanted to help them, let alone a 'team' of people.

"I called in a buddy of mine," Sam explained.

"And I called Clint," Steve added before turning to Sam. "And on his way here, he's making a stop at the Compound to pick up Wanda."

"Wanda?" Danielle perked up instantly at the mention of her sister. She hadn't seen her in days and so desperately wanted to let her know she was safe, and to tell her about Jack's behavior, and the bombing, and finding out Rumlow hadn't actually killed her mother, and the doctor– she really just missed Wanda.

Steve nodded. "Vision is... guarding her, but Clint said that he'd take care of it."

"Vision... what?" Danielle asked in complete and utter confusion. Had she just heard that right? Vision – Wanda's friend she played chess with, the guy the enhanced kids turned to when they had questions about their powers, the Android Danielle liked to ask to help her when studying for school – was guarding her sister? From what? From who? And why?

"Apparently, Stark ordered Vision to keep Maximoff locked up at the Compound while everything was unfolding after Lagos. He didn't want her to... snap again," Sam explained, a bitter tone in his voice. "I'd imagine he would have done the same with you if you hadn't gotten out of there before he could." Steve gave Sam a pointed look that silently told him not to bring it up, but the seed was already planted in Danielle's head. The thought that Tony was willing to keep her and Wanda prisoner at the Compound just because he thought they would 'snap' made Danielle shudder. He wouldn't do that to them... would he?

This just showed what was to come if she had stayed at the Task Force Headquarters. Ross would either use her, or Tony would lock her up. And what was Jack doing? The boy who promised to protect her at all cost, to never hurt her, to never leave her side, to stick by her no matter what? He was siding with them. Forcing Danielle to legally agree with documents that would otherwise imprison her if she didn't do as she was told like a weapon or just some object they could throw around. Jack couldn't protect her anymore... Danielle hated to admit it, but neither Jack or Tony could protect her anymore. But, that didn't mean she was alone.

Danielle looked back up at Steve, Sam, and Bucky with a newfound sense of confidence and determination to make things right. "When will we leave for Siberia after that?"

Steve instantly stiffened. "You're not going to Siberia," he stated bluntly.

"But... I can help, I have to-"

"Absolutely not, Danielle," the soldier practically growled. "I get that you're strong, you've been working on your powers and strength and self-defense. But this isn't the streets of New York anymore, Danielle, this is Russia. We are going against killer, super assassins-"

"I can help!"

"You're not strong enough!"

"That's not what you thought when I helped in Sokovia," Danielle clapped back.

That was when Steve put his foot down – or rather, his hand.

Steve slammed his palm into the table they were all gathered around, creating a loud noise prompting Danielle to jump slightly before shrinking back into her seat. She was in trouble now. And if slamming his palm into the table didn't show it, the feral look on his face definitely did. "You are not going to Siberia, Danielle! That's an order."

Danielle stared blankly at the soldier. She'd never seen him so angry before. Sure, she had seen him at his worse when Wanda had played mind tricks on him back with their time with Ultron, but he just seemed a bit ticked off then. She even remembered their terrible argument they had had after she had gone to that party. But, nothing could compare to how legitimately angry he looked right now. And it was all directed at her.

She didn't want Steve to be angry at her, she just wanted to help. She wanted to be able to prove herself, not only to Steve, or to Tony, or the public, or the UN, or to Jack, but to herself. She wanted to help save the day just like the original Avengers to help prove that she wasn't a monster deep down inside. That Lagos was an accident and she wasn't just some killer with powers. Maybe that was what pushed her to help people as Eris. Maybe that was what pushed her out of bed every morning; each day bringing a new opportunity to prove to herself that she was more than the chaotic powers in her head. But, looking at it now, was she?

Without another word, Danielle quickly jumped up from the chair she had been sitting in and ran over to the bed in the corner of the motel room, burying herself underneath the blankets and wishing everything could just go back to the way it was before Lagos, before her mother, before everything!

"You're ordering her now, man?" Sam asked in a whisper so that the kid couldn't hear him. "That's cold."

Steve let out a heavy sigh before replying, "I don't want her in harm's way. And I definitely don't want her in Siberia."

"I get that, I do," Sam assured him. "But you could've phrased it a bit differently." Steve gave the pilot a questioning look, and he explained. "Look, she's been taking orders since she was ten back during her time in Sokovia. And after Lagos, she started taking orders from Ross, Tony, and her brother. And now..." Sam watched as realization flashed across the soldier's features. "I don't think what she needs right now is to be taking orders from you, too."

Steve nodded, his head turned away as he watched Danielle from where she lay curled up at the farthest corner of the bed at the end of the room. He cared for the little girl. He cared for his team as well, and for his friends and family from his past, but the way he looked after Danielle was different. It had always felt that way since they had rescued her from HYDRA and Ultron. But, when the soldier first took in the enhanced teenager, he felt it was his responsibility to look after her; the guilt from the fact that HYDRA was still around to torture and experiment on her because he hadn't taken out the rest of them back during the War driving his actions to take Danielle under his wing.

But, the longer time he spent looking out for Danielle, the more his actions felt less guilt-driven and more because he just genuinely cared about her. He found himself doing things he never thought he'd be doing years prior to meeting her. Like worrying about her grades in school, wondering how she was doing in her new apartment, worrying about her eating correctly, hoping was she taking the proper precautions in the Big Apple to ensure her safety, and praying she was looking both ways before crossing the street. Little, insignificant things Steve hardly cared about when it came to himself when he was her age suddenly felt like the most important things in the world. And he began to wonder: was this how his mother felt when he was a kid? And if so, who was he to Danielle?

"I'll talk to her," Steve said to Sam, about to walk over to the bed when the soft sounds of snoring came from beneath the pile of blankets. She was asleep. Steve chuckled to himself, remembering she had probably been awake since passing out back at the hotel in London from her panic attack and needed a bit more rest. So, as much as the soldier wanted to apologize and just talk with her, he understood her needs came first and went back to planning what was to come with Bucky and Sam. But, all the while, he was worrying about the kid that had become his own still asleep in the corner of the room.

Half-way across the world, a few hours earlier, Wanda Maximoff laid sprawled out on the couch in the Compound living room, flipping through channel after channeling, trying to find something to occupy herself while she was kept prisoner in her own home. She hated the thought, knowing that the one place she considered safe was now being used as a prison cell. And what enraged her even more was the fact that a person she considered a friend was keeping her there.

Vision, her warden, was downstairs in his room. She had dismissed him hours ago after becoming enraged by his reveal that Stark had requested she be remanded at the Compound. Visions at least understood boundaries and allowed her some peace while he stayed downstairs.

After minutes of channel-surfing, Wanda had finally found a suitable channel playing a documentary on the Japanese-American Internment Camps back during World War II. It seemed fitting for the occasion.

But, just as she was becoming intrigued on the matter, there was a loud explosion from outside the Compound walls.

Wanda jumped to her feet, flicking off the TV in the process as she ran towards the window nearby. As she glanced outside, she caught the last of the remnants of the explosion, large plumes of smoke and flames erupting from just beyond the tree line around the Compound perimeter.

Wanda could suddenly feel a familiar presence approaching. She didn't have to look up to know that it was Vision who phased through the ground to levitate beside her.

"What is it?" The young enhanced woman asked, not taking her eyes off the burning trees in the distance outside the window.

Rather than answer, the android replied, "Stay here, please." before phasing out of the wall towards the explosion outside.

Wanda was content to watch in fear when she suddenly felt a new presence inside the room with her, one that was not Vision. She quickly spun around, lifting her hands to encase a nearby kitchen knife with her powers and launch it towards where she felt the presence, stopping it a mere inch in front of their face before she suddenly realized who it was...

"Guess I shoulda' knocked," Clint Barton replied cooly, knocking the knife out of his face and letting it fall to the ground with a clang.

Wanda let her defenses fall as she sighed, "Oh my God." The young woman began to walk towards him, still feeling the adrenaline from the scare rush through her. "What are you doing here?" She asked the archer.

"Dissappointing my kids," he answered as he walked past her, pulling an arrow from his quiver before shooting it with his bow at the glass to his right, then another to his left. "We were supposed to go water skiing," he explained before taki her hand. "Cap needs our help. C'mon."

Clint had begun to haul younger woman a few yards before a new voice spoke from behind them, "Clint!" They both haunted in their steps and spun around to see Vision standing just in front of the two arrows Clint he fired off on either side of the wall. "You should not be here," the android said in a low, threatening voice.

"Really? I retire for- what, like five minutes- and it all goes to shit," Hawkeye retorted.

"Please consider the consequences of your actions," Vision advised as he continued to walk towards them.

Clint stood straight as he glanced at his arrows in place. "Okay, they're considered," the archer replied just before the pair of arrows activated sme kind of electrical field, trapping Vision with electrocution. Wanda watched her friend hunch over in pain. "Okay, we gotta go," Clint exclaimed before continuing on the direction he had been pulling Wanda before Vision came in.

Wanda then began to piece everything together. The explosion outside, Vision's distraction, Clint, the arrows. He was breaking her out of the Compound. But, unlike Clint, she had been listening to what Vision had said earlier about consequences. She was already in trouble after Lagos, she would be in even more trouble if she left the Compound with Clint now, and where would that get her? Prison? A place much worse than being kept at the Compound. So, she remained put.

Clint hadn't noticed until he reached the door, turning around to face the younger woman in confusion. Why had she stopped? "It's this way," the archer explained, pointing towards the exit.

Wanda bowed her head and fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie. "I've caused enough problems," she replied simply.

Clint let out a heavy sigh, jogging back to her. "You gotta help me, Wanda. Look, you wanna mope, you can go to high school," Wanda lifted her head as the archer continued. "You wanna make amends, you get off your ass." The younger woman raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to retort when something behind her caught Clint's eye. "Shit," he cursed just as Vision shot out one of his arrows with the Mind Stone laser.

The android charged forward, Wanda stepped aside just as Clint fought back. He shot a few arrows, but watched as they phased rit through him before Vision knocked him backwards, pulling the bow away from him while doing so. When the archer landed, he lifted his head to glare at the android. "I knew I should've stretched," he groaned before whipping out a baton to try and fight Vision with.

Wanda stood to the side, watching as her friend had no chance at fighting against the android. As much as Wanda felt she needed to be held accountable since Lagos, she also knew Clint was right. She had been just moping around in the a compound, guilting herself into believing it was right to be kept prisoner here, when in fact, she should've been out there, trying to redeem herself. "If you wanna make amends, you get off your ass," Clint had said. It was time to get off her ass.

When Wanda tuned back into the fight of Hawkeye versus Vision, the android seemed to have Vision in some sort of headlock. It was over.

"Clint, you can't overpower me," Vision said as Wanda made eye contact with the archer getting choked out. He had some gleam in his eye that told her he knew she would do the right thing. He believed in her.

"I know I can't," Clint replied gruffly. "But she can." Vision then glanced up to find Wanda with her hands enveloping a ball of scarlet plasma. She was fighting back.

"Vision, that's enough. Let him go," she told him fiercely. "I'm leaving."

Vision's eyes softened as he answered, "I can't let you." Wanda felt something in her break, whether it be her heart or her last fighting cell that told her to stay put in the Compound, she wasn't sure. But, what she was sure of was that she cared for Vision. He was her friend, the only person aside from Jack, Dani, or Pietro that could ever understand her. They were connected, yet so far apart. She knew deep down that if he was truly her friend, then he knew what was right for her, and what was right was letting her go. But, his statement just then proved that he would rather side with logic than with his heart.

And that was the deciding factor that made Wanda pull her plasma apart, wrapping the Mind Stone in her powers as she controlled his phasing, allowing Clint to fall out of the android's grip and to the ground. "I'm sorry," she apologized. But not for doing what was right, but for him not being able to see what was right.

Once Clint was out of the way, she began to push him down to the ground. He was strong, the Mind Stone was strong, but she had to do this. She had to escape.

The ground began to break beneath Vision as he was pushed to his knees with her invisible force. "If... you... do this," his strained voice spoke up over the sounds of Wanda's hard-working powers. "they will never stop... being afraid of you."

Wanda pressed harder, pushing Vision lower into the slowly crumbling ground. "I can't control their fear," she told him truthfully, her hands growing increasingly closer the ball of plasma she was using to control him. "only my own," she finished before twisting her hands and slamming the large ball of red mist at him, launching him through the floor several stories down.

She pushed and pushed and pushed, until she was certain he wouldn't be coming back up. All that rage, fury, sadness, and other suppressed emotions she had been holding back since Lagos finally being released as she let out a heavy sigh, letting go of Vision in the hole she left him in.

"Woah," Clint breathed in awe. Wanda turned to find him standing beside her, glancing down at the large hole in disbelief. "C'mon," he said to her. "We got one more stop."

Wanda watched Clint walk off towards the exit. But, before she followed, she gave one last fleeting glance at the gaping hole Vision sat at the bottom of. She silently apologized to him before starting after the archer.

The pair had just gotten out of the Compound living quarters, starting down the hallway towards the direction of the double doors that led towards the downstairs to get to the landing pad. Just as they approached the doors, a large armored door clamped down in front of it, blocking their exit.

"What the hell?" Clint asked before stepping towards the keypad beside the door, trying to figure out how to open the door. But, something was wrong, Wanda noted. Something felt off. Especially when Clint moved to touch the keypad, only to get shocked by a small spark of yellow electricity. "GAH!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Jack.

Wanda spun around to find her brother standing down the hallway, dressed in his complete black and yellow armored suit. His hands extended by his side, one enveloped in yellow beams of electricity as it slid from down his arm, down the wall, towards the keypad blocking them from opening the door. Oh, God. He wasn't here to help them, he was here to stop Wanda from escaping.

Vision she could've easily handled, but Jack? Jack was a different story when it came to having to fight her own extended family.

"Jack," Wanda breathed. "Please, don't do this."

Jack looked sorrowful in his eye, but his defensive position told her that this was going to end in a fight. A bad one at that. "You know I can't let you go."

"Why?" She asked, desperate for an answer. Why did it have to end in a fight?

"Because-" he cut himself off when his voice crack, revealing a break in his integrity. He quickly composed himself again, sending his sister a forceful look that folder he wasn't going to give her an easy choice here. "Because Danielle is already off the deep end. And you... You're about to leave here a criminal, too, Wanda. Think about what you're doing for a minute."

Wanda opened her eyes to meet her brother's pleading gaze now. He had her going for a moment. Wanda was on his spectrum. She was about to turn on Clint and join her brother, until he added the fact that she was going to be labeled a criminal by walking out. She expected him to say something along the lines of the fact that he didn't want her to get hurt, but no. What mattered was her image to the public eye, labeling her a 'criminal' for doing what was right.

She loved Jack, she did. But now, it was all coming back to her. Jack selling out Dani to the Accords, him snapping at her, him not talking to Wanda, Jack siding with Tony and allowing her to be holed up in the Compound since Lagos. It now dawned on her that he was just like everyone else that feared her. He wanted to control what he could never understand. Sure, he served his time in HYDRA, but he would never understand what Wanda was going through, what Danielle was going through, because unlike them he could control his powers, he could control what went on inside his head.

She couldn't do this. She could tolerate this behavior from Ross, Tony, anybody and everybody, but she would not allow Jack to try and control her.

Without warning, Wanda's eyes began to glow a scarlet red just as a shot of red mist collided with the enhanced young man a few feet away from her, launching him back across the hallway.

Jack curled up from the pain and the force causing him to roll for a few yards once heir the ground. When he finally stopped, the effected of the shot had his entire body groaning in protest as the young man pulled himself back up to his feet. He turned back to face his sister, a glare plastered on his face as his eyes began to glow a bright yellow to match the blaze of electric jolts wrapped within his palms. "Don't. Do. This." He warned through gritted teeth.

Wanda clenched her jaw as two balls of red mist formed in her won hands. Clint got the hint that there was about to be a lot of projectiles going on and quickly ducked off to the side, afraid of getting hit by either jolts of electricity or whatever Wanda's hand-thingies were called.

"Why shouldn't I?" Wanda shot back. "You sold out Dani to the Accords, and now you want me to sit around and play prisoner?" She shook her head firmly. "No. I will not be controlled by anyone!" She shouted before launching both the balls of mist at him.

Jack ducked out of the way, managing to stay clear of both shots of power headed his way just before he pushed both his arms out, launching two long jolts of electricity at Wanda. His sister held her own. She managed to put her hands up, creating a large, scarlet-plasma shield that the jolts hit instead of her.

Wanda pushed back against her brother's jolts of electricity. If she was able to subdue Vision with the Mind Stone in his head, she would be able to fight against her brother this way. So, that was what she did. She let Jack push and push against her shield until she knew he couldn't keep up the amount of force he was putting into it. And when she felt his power shift against her plasma-shield, she shot it out. A large shot of red came barreling at Jack, and just like he had with Vision, Wanda sent him straight down the hallway and through a series of walls at the end of it.

With that, the alarms around the Compound began to go off, the red lights blinking to life as the alarms began blaring in Wanda and Clint's ears. "Alright," Clint spoke up as he reserved from where he had crouched down behind Wanda during her stand off with Jack. "Now it's really time to go. Quickly, before Tony falls out of the sky." Once again, Wanda took a moment to look at the hole Wanda had thrown her brother through before running off to the landing pad with Clint.

"Wait," Wanda abruptly said halfway there. Clint sound around to find Wanda running down yet another hallway.

"What is it this time?" The archer groaned before jogging after her. Once catching up to Wanda, he found her shoving what looked like her suit into some sort of case. Once she was finished Clint impatiently sighed, "Alright. That it? Can we go now?"

Wanda gave him a pointed look before walking across the room towards where another suit was tucked away inside of a cubby. She reached inside and pulled out a medium-sized rectangular prism looking device with a singular large button on one side. She shoved it inside the front pocket of the bag before reaching into the cubby again to pull out some sort of ear-piece with an added little section underneath it.

"What's that?" Clint asked.

Wanda chuckled as she tossed the small piece inside the bag and zipped it shut. "What happened to being impatient?" She retorted before the pair ran off toward the landing pad again.

Back inside that hole Wanda had created through the wall, Jack groaned as he shifted in the rubble beneath him.

His everything was sore. His hands and head hurt from his exertion of power, his chest felt like a million freight trains had hit him after Wanda's blow, and he could barely feel his back after being thrown through several layers of concrete. And most of all: he was pissed. Oh, he hated having to let his emotions show during these types of situations, but now it was a bit personal between Jack and Steve.

Because of the super soldier his sister was AWOL, a killer was free, his baby sister- who had vowed to protect- was missing. And all because Steve had brainwashed each and every one of them with these beliefs that he was always right, that he knew what he was doing. But Jack knew, he sure as hell didn't know what he was doing, and he was ready to break down the beliefs in his sisters when he saw them again. Whenever that would be.

A/N: Oh, shit. Jack's pissed at... well, everyone, but mostly Steve. Steve and Danielle are at odds, but Steve basically adopted her in his mind. And Wanda and Vision are my otp and THEY DESERVED BETTER. Infinity War was rough, but having Wanda kill Vision and then watch him die before she herself died over his corpse!? WHAT THE FUCK MARVEL? "So dark. You sure you're not from the DC Universe?" -Deadpool.

Anyway, yeah. Truth be told, I enjoyed writing Wanda's POV in this chapter a bit too much and now I want to keep doing it for every chapter, but I know I can't!

Chapter Songs: Where Do I Even Start? by Morgan Taylor Reid [for Danielle and Steve fighting and Steve reflects on his relationship with Danielle], When The Truth Hunts You Down by Sam Tinnesz [Im just addicted to him in this arc, I swear. But this song is for Jack and Wanda's fight and also Wanda/Clint/Vision fight], Fight On (Alternate Version) by Sam Tinnesz [This song is for Jack at the end of the chapter]

amrawo: Airport battle coming up real quick, I promise. glad you liked this chapter!

Avalongirl55: Aw, thank you. It means a lot to me that you like it so much. And top three? Wow. I'M not even in my top three, lol. Yes, the relationship between Dani and Steve is always fun to write. It's one of the main focuses in this first part between Age of Ultron and Civil War. It also comes into play later on in the story, so definitely look forward to that. Here is your update, the airport battle coming up real soon and I have like a good chunk of it written already and from the way it's looking it will be like one whole chapter dedicated to it and then one third of a second chapter. Hope you enjoy this one!

Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:

Dani: Let's play Would You Rather.

Wanda: Okay.

Dani: Would you rather kill Jack-

Wanda: Yes. Kill him.

Dani: I didn't say the other-

Wanda: I don't need to hear it.

Jack: ... I'm feeling a little unsafe...